#oliver ln au

[manicpixiefelix]

Whatever you do, friend! Try not to think of Felix in-between Reader and Ollie - maybe on a couch or bed - alternating between making out with the siblings. Felix is breathless and a little dizzy.

vibes 😌💖 but also I have started thinking about this!! trapped in this little fantasy even though you warned me!! You've also reminded me of this absolutely delicious thought you sent the other day;

Reader and Ollie's elite friend group at Oxford now includes Felix, this beautiful boy radiating such glorious himbo energy, draping himself across the siblings at every opportunity and including himself in the groups conversations and plans. The dynamic between the three is so strange as the siblings seem to share Felix.

so since I'm here I'm gonna play in this space for a bit; just a warning it gets a bit suggestive and you all get a bit high --

Because Felix has spent so much of his life as an object of desire. If he admitted that out loud he knows it'd make him sound vain and self obsessed, but it is just true. This, however? The way both you and your brother look at him, touch him, want him? It makes his head spin.

Because Felix has spent so much of his life being wanted, he never stopped to think how fucking good it would feel to be wanted by someone he wants in return.

And there's two of you.

Everyone at Oxford knew the dynamic between the three of you had shifted after you and Oliver had spent the Summer with him at Saltburn. Sure, you'd clearly both adored Felix before, had flirted with him and gone out of your way to be in contact with him, but now it was... official? Was that the right way to put it? Possessive. That's more like it. Uncomfortably hot to think about, he'd once overheard. All three of you took a bit of pride in that when he'd told you. But no, Felix never really minded; he knows people find him charming and beautiful and magnetic, but even he is shocked to have two beautiful heirs so willing to get on their knees for him. He'd take any opportunity to show either, or both, of you off just as you'd both eagerly do the same with very little provocation.

"Our Felix."

In a dark corner of some house party, all of you a little high, a little drunk, tangled up together, curled around him on a loveseat definitely meant for two people, Felix feels like he's losing track of where he ends and you two begin. Its not at the point of indecency - yet - but he's not exactly sure which hands are yours and which are Ollie's, both of you curled up with him pressed between you both. You're tucked up with your head on his chest, while Oliver has his chin on Felix's shoulder, all enjoying the warm, buzzing high that engulfs you as you pass a joint back and forth between the three of you. If this moment lasted forever, Felix thinks he'd be okay with that.

Oliver always seemed to get quieter when he got high, somehow more owlishly observant, but his focus was always unnervingly absolute, if affectionate. You, however, were the tactile one of the pair, insistent yet careless about your love, needing others to keep you in check while in public as your shame seemed to evaporate in the smoke. Sober-Felix is glad for Oliver in those moments, as he seemed to have a great deal of experience in stopping High-You from making a fool of yourself. (High-Felix thinks he's a bloody buzzkill half the time; it's not like anyone would really care if you went down on him under the table at a club, right?)

All that to say that Felix knew it was really only a matter of time before you were pressing insistent kisses along his jaw, practically begging for his attention here on the sofa well after midnight at this house party. He loved having you both like this, with all the world at your fingertips but you both prefer to be holding him. Oliver cradles his face so delicately as he presses the joint between Felix's lips, and you practically melt under his touch as he shotguns that lungful of smoke into your mouth. He mumbled blurry praise against your lips as you hold the smoke in.

"Aren't they just darling?" Oliver sighs fondly in Felix's ear in a voice that reminded Felix why so many people believed the rumours about the two of you. But in this moment he can only bring himself to agree, wearing a smug smile as he nips teasingly at your lips.

"They're just darling," he echoes as you whine and finally let the smoke from your lungs. Felix finally stops teasing and kisses you, just as sloppy, passionate, and desperate as you are in that moment. The moment his hand slides from around your shoulder, down your side to your hip to pull you in closer, you moan faintly into his mouth. Felix feels when you cross one leg over the other, that leg coming making its way over one of his too, but coming to a stop before you can slide your leg between his thighs.

"Careful," Oliver's voice is low and sly when he interrupts you both. When you pull back, Felix sees Oliver's hand on your knee, the thing that had kept things from getting far more scandalous for the time being. While you whine about it, Oliver gives you a placating smile, softly pushing your leg back and passing over the joint as if it's compensation. Felix's head already feels like it's spinning from the sensations of it all, but Oliver's hand is gentle on his chin, tilting Felix's lust filled gaze while you were otherwise taking a hit.

"You'll get your chance," Oliver promises with a wicked grin before he too is kissing Felix. More insistent than his sibling, Oliver bites at Felix's lips, makes Felix think the word obsessive in the most loving way.

You giggle in his ear this time - our Felix, so good to us - as if he'd be anything less than. Oliver's hand is still on your thigh while you're half curled against Felix. A tiny part of him thinks the three of you must be getting looks, if anyone's bold enough to look in your direction, but the rest of him doesn't care. None of you do, your own little world, your own feedback loop of endorphins, all at once desiring and the desired. When he has both of your attention on him like this he is inevitably a mess, the way you lavish him with praise and affection, a lover shared, obedient between you both and simply eager to give as good as he got.

I'm kind of a mess about this dynamic omg...... but so is Felix 🥰🥰

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #felix catton x reader #saltburn x reader #saltburn imagine #felix catton imagine #oliver quick x reader #felix x oliver #oliver x felix #oliver quick imagine #head heart hand fic #oliver ln au #it shouts back

[salemoleander]

Nightingale: Chapter 1 Webweave // MCYTblr AU Fest Summer 2023 // sources under readmore

It was a cold winter when Tango found out his life and everyone else’s around him would be ending soon. Any future goals, any postponed decision, everything became meaningless as the present became all they had left. Tango tasked himself with saving everyone.

The end is coming, there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

What is a webweave?

Previous art: Third Life | Void Falling | Attempt 33 | Martyn | Limited Life

Pt. 1: Temporary Job / Minnie Pratt via @TheHappySmiler (Post Deleted) ◆ Microelectronics Uquiz Result / @callisteios ◆ Untitled painting of house at night / Rene Magritte via @alongtimealone2 ◆ Excerpt from Promises of Gold / José Olivarez via @geryone ◆ Wild Abandon / John Stortz via @aconissa ◆ This is an anomaly / f85o (Deactivated 6.18.23) ◆ Easter, or Madonna, Lilies / Bertha E. Jacques ◆ No one slaughter me / Deleted post by @toasthaste ◆ Street in Cassis / William H. Johnson ◆ New Life Ln. Photo / Earliest identified source 10.7.12 ◆ Untitled Photo of Lampost (posted 2.2.22) / @petersolarz ◆ Untitled Rune Drawing / @herearesomedrawings ◆ Are you in Hell? / @screenshotsofdespair

Pt. 2: Fairyland in Iron and Glass / Clarence John Laughlin ◆ Oddities / @billelis ◆ Overwhelming Amounts of Data Uquiz Result / @callisteios ◆ Are You Going to Cowboy Up Bumper Sticker / Big Black Horse LLC ◆ Devil in Black Book / Screenshot by me ◆ becoming / @ryebreadgf ◆ "May" from White Pine / Mary Oliver via @hthrrloooo ◆ Victory Conditions / @screenshotsofdespair ◆ We got the torture labyrinth tomorrow texts / @sloppystyle ◆ Night Scene / Catherine Murphy via @alongtimealone2 ◆ Standing Figure in a Long Coat / Romain Cazes ◆ Excerpt from Frankenstein / Mary Shelly via @antigonick ◆ All Trains Are Going Local / Timothy Liu via @exitmusicfrafilm ◆ Nosebleed / Isabelle G via @ex0skeletal-undead

#nightingale #webweave #web weave #salem art #salem tag #blood tw #mcytblraufest2023

[foxgirlkira]

Finally finished my big LN OCs art project!

I’m so happy with how it turned out! <3

Scott Pilgrim AU idea & Twig by @becauseimgabbeh-blog

Hazel & Art by Me

Ruse & Shin’yu @morbid-mordecai

Oliver @alish-art

Stitches @cringenamehere

Moth Kid @theoryfan205

Dragon @rantdragon

Tiger @nightlightdragon1

Nil @mimicmew

Lizzy @jemimabobs

Shackles @solarspinel

Leo @smilestoomuchtm

Vernon @harborchild

Lupe @batolusa

Snort @escapismnotfound

Tackle & Crow @pigletdegreat

Wolf & Owl @flyingmanta

#foxgirlkira #my art #scott pilgrim au #becauseimgabbeh-blog #hazel #twig #ln ocs #ruse #shin'yu #morbid-mordecai #oliver #alish-art #stitches #cringenamehere #moth kid #theoryfan205 #dragon #rantdragon #tiger salamander #nightlightdragon1 #nil #mimicmew #lizzy #jemimabobs #shackles #solarspinel #leo #smilestoomuchtm #vernon #harborchild

[harborchild]

next for the spooky halloween au drawings is:

Oliver the little black cat!

oliver belongs to: @alish-art

#little nightmares oc #little nightmares au #others oc #oliver #black cat #ln halloween au

[alish-artie]

So it’s not Little Nightmares but a very different au which was thought by @nightlightdragon1 : the monster roommates au ! (I love this au so much I want to share it here !)

To summarize, it’s about LN ocs who lives together and hide their monsterness (monsters like dragon, forest nymph, harpy…) from the humans. Everyone is a monster, and I thought « you know what would be funny ? That one of the roommates is an actual human who's anxiously trying to pass as a monster ! »…and Oliver is the human ! Here he is :

He's a 16 years old orphan who ran away from the orphanage and could only buy a shared home with roommates, and because of his clothes everyone think that he's a monster like them ! So most of his conversations with them are like :

Twig : Are you an half cat or an half owl ?

Oliver :

Oliver : Yes.

Oliver is doing his best to get along with his monster roommates (don’t want to be on the bad side of a monster !), and each time they’re asking if he's okay because of how anxious he looks he's like :

I love this au so much, I want to talk more about this Oliver x)

(I know that you like to see the ocs au @becauseimgabbeh-blog so I’m tagging you, hope you don’t mind ! (Twig belongs to Gabb !))

#little nightmares 2 #little nightmares #(?) #I mean it’s an au from Little Nightmares ocs sooo… #oliver #my art #gif #monster #I wanna talk about Oliver in this au more !! #I just love the role I gave him x) #hope you guys enjoy

[najatheangel]

genre: fluff, drama, and comedy. high school au!

pairing: Choi San x Reader

author's note: apart of the Ateez Summer Collab hosted by @bangchan-fairy My first official posted collab please let me know what you guys think. Enjoy your summer! ✨

word count: 5.3k

summary: After slacking off junior year and struggling to juggle responsibilities, you're stuck retaking your math course in the summer. With your future on the line, you were stuck with San to work together with you so you both can pass this summer course as seniors. You two seem to have a hard time focusing on your studies. Is it because you don't understand the work or a certain someone that's distracting you

taglist: @purplepsycho03 @melonmochimoon @neptunehobi @soleilsuhh @dundun-baby @kpopsnowball (Send me a message if you want to be added or removed from the tag list.)

Your stepmom Maria seemed to be very disappointed in you once again for letting her down this year. She had planned so many family trips, vacations, and hangouts for the whole family to enjoy this summer, but thanks to my failing this dumb math class, I have to be stuck in this school until July.

“You better be lucky I can afford for you to retake this class. Your reckless behavior has gone on long enough.” Your mom walks beside you upstairs inside Walnut Hills Highschool making sure you don’t skip out on the first day of summer school.

“Mom, you know you don’t have to walk me to class. I know what I’m doing!” You groan at her as she links her arms with you in the hallway.

“Clearly you don’t! If you did you wouldn’t be stuck here retaking this class. Now we’re almost there so keep your head high and lose the tude.”

There it was class 2A once again. This class was an absolute nightmare. I took a deep breath and slid the door open slowly with my eyes halfway open anxious to see who was sitting in the classroom.

“Welcome back miss Y/LN! Good seeing you again.” Mr. Harris said with a smile. This sucker, you had a love-hate relationship with Mr. Harris. You loved the fact that he was super nice and helpful when he was your English tutor freshman year, but you hated how he had a crush on your mom and how weird teacher-parent conference meetings would get when they would sneak off with each other in his office.

“Good morning Mr. Harris. Good seeing you again.” Your mom blushed to try to contain her excitement, but it was too obvious. “Anyways I’ll be heading my way out. She’s all yours for the summer.” Your mom gave you one last hug and kiss on the cheek before she left.

You sighed, rolling your eyes, fanning yourself already sweating from the classroom’s lack of cold air blowing. You complained again by saying.“Mr. Harris, are we staying in this room all summer? I’m sweating like a fat pig.”

“Unfortunately, yes. The PCs in the computer lab have been shut down and the school plans on replacing them with apple PCs by august. So these are the cards we’ve been dealt with. Let’s get started shall we.”

All the students in the classroom sighed, taking sips of their water bottles as Mr. Harris took attendance.

“Let’s see...We have Angela, Oliver, Chris, Yui, Y/N...Who’s missing? Choi San?”

“Here.” San slams the door open, arriving 20 minutes late with his chocolate milk in one hand and a glazed donut in the other. “Sorry Mr. Harris, I’ve overslept.”

Mr. Harris sighs, shaking his head, chuckling to calm himself down. “As expected. Just glad that you’re here, please have a seat.”

There was only one seat left which was in the front next to you and that would of course be his assigned seat for the rest of the summer.

You never heard much of San except everyone saying that he dropped out sophomore year.

You remember having a crush on him during freshman orientation when you both were shadowed by this kid named Lee Know. The whole time you were quiet, but you remembered staring at the handsome devil strutting in his uniform the whole time.

So to see him once again took you and everyone by surprise.

“Class, make sure you remember your partner’s name sitting next to you for this summer because you will work together in order to pass this class.”

“Say what?” You look over at San, who was making origami at his desk. “Good seeing again kid.” He smirks at you leaving you speechless. “Want a donut?” He reached out, handing a piece to you.

You were slamming your head on the desk thinking to yourself. “Mom, I know I promised I would finish this class, but I don’t know if I can...”

Mr. Harris had you paired up in groups of two to complete a series of word problems and online on this website called Pearson. On the bright side, walnut hills provided MacBooks for students that didn’t have their laptop, but of course, if they tried to watch Netflix, facetime with their friends, or search for something inappropriate, their laptop will be shut down for 24 hours until further notice.

The first two weeks were pretty quiet between you and San because both of you aren’t necessarily the best conversation starters and whenever San would ask you something it would only just help him cheat on an assignment or help him make up an excuse to skip class. Up until the third week hit you had enough of his excuses trying to avoid doing the work.

The third week you were assigned to work on three hours of pre-cal on the computer and you had the option to locate to a different classroom of course if you couldn’t focus in a cramped room full of sweaty students. So you and san decided to work in the math lab across from class 2A and try to work out a plan.

“Listen San I know this class is our worst enemy, but I promised my mom I would graduate next year and If I have to restart my junior year again I would die of embarrassment. So please try a little harder.” San sighs nodding to your proposal looking deeply into your eyes.

“Fine. I guess I’m in the same boat. I figured retaking junior year would make my mom mad too.” He reaches his hand shaking it with yours smiling.

Your heart starts pounding pretty fast as you're exchanging the agreement with San and you gaze your eyes back at the computer again clearing your throat.

“So, all we have to do is remember the methods Mr. Harris taught us and we'll be alright. What section are we on?” San scrolls through his laptop trying to login into his Pearson account. “I believe it's section 3.A. 20 questions which are due this Friday?! Man, Mr. Harris won’t give us a break.”

You giggled at his surprised reaction. Sometimes he can be soft which makes you melt inside even more. It made you wonder why he was always hanging around with the rebels with no future at school. Maybe life at home was rough and he didn’t have a lot of friends. All these questions were running through your head, which made you not realize that San suddenly moved closer to you.

“You need help with that problem? You were staring blankly at the screen for the past 10 minutes. Here let me show you how to do this.” San wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to writing the answer problem step by step to help you understand it better, but that wasn’t exactly helping.

All you were doing was admiring his beautiful face to face. It made you remember the first time you saw him with his glowing melon skin, sharp jawline, the way he can pull off a white collar and a striped tie it just seemed impossible.

On top of that his knowledge in math made him 10x more attractive, but you couldn’t understand why someone as brilliant and essential as him set himself up in the wrong crowd and stuck in this situation that cost him his high school diploma.

“So that’s how you get y= 18 + 15x. Any questions?” “Yeah, why the hell are you so fine. Forget Mr. Harris, you can be my tutor.” Would’ve sounded better in your head, but you accidentally said it out loud.

San looked at you with his eyes flashing open and then he burst out laughing. “Well Ms. Y/LN if I knew you were having this much fun, I would’ve signed up for this a long time ago.”

“Same here. You know I didn’t think math was your thing. How come you're so good at it?” He sighs, leaning looking up at the ceiling as his mood changes very quickly. “My dad is an entrepreneur and a CEO of his own company.

He’s very good at math so he taught me at an early age so someday I can take over his company someday. He’s never home at times either so I’m pretty much always helping my friends with their math homework as a side hustle.”

“That must be tiring. I know that must be a lot of pressure for a 17-year-old.” San nods his head in agreement and says “It is, but hey that’s what I’ve been dealing with all my life. We got to finish these questions so we can go home early.” With the both of you panicking you turn back to your computers finishing the last set of problems.

You were having so much fun at school with San that you forgot you had to make it to dinner on time with your wicked stepmother. Ever since you’ve started your sophomore year at Walnut Hills your father was keeping his dating life a secret until he unexpectedly announced that he wanted to marry Maria. Your dad was always the playboy so it always would irritate you whenever he brings another woman into the picture.

Your father planned on marrying Maria by the time you’ve graduated high school, but that all ended in tragedy when your father one day died in a car accident on the way to your volleyball game. This is why you quitted sports, fell out with your best friends, and flunked almost all your classes. Maria has always shown tough love even when your dad was around, but that’s because she never knew what it was like to raise children and she wanted to learn to become closer to your family, but your relationship with her was always rocky.

Arriving late at night you’ve run to your house sweating and panting to your angry stepmom in the kitchen tapping her foot.

“Y/N, do you know what time it is? School ended at 5. Why are you late for dinner? This better is good missy.” You caught your last breath and then rolled your eyes at Maria’s snarky comment. “Me and my partner in my class took longer than expected to finish our assignment. Sorry, okay?”

You’ve slammed your backpack on the back of your chair and grabbed a plate of yong chow rice to eat with your family. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me? I just asked a simple question. Don’t tell me your working with that Choi San guy?”

You shook your head as you started to feel yourself explode at the dinner table, but you let her finish. “I know that because Mr. Harris told me. Look all I’m saying is you better stay concentrated on getting out of summer school and don’t fool around with these boys. Got it?”

You’ve finally snapped and stood up slamming the table with your fists. “You know what, I don’t understand why you're nagging me about every little thing going on in my life. You can’t just be proud that I finished my assignments for this week. But, no you keep finding ways to complain to me about me not working hard enough or messing around. I’m getting really tired of it. That’s why I hate it here!”

“Y/N! Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” She followed you all the way upstairs until you closed the door and locked it in her face. You were too tired and frustrated to be dealing with her constant ranting so you’ve just sat in your room, put your AirPods on, and blocked her yelling from the background. “We’ll talk about this another day. Psh teenagers.”

For the rest of the night, you smush your face in your pillow crying yourself to sleep. You look back on the polaroids of your dad around your room and through your phone missing his presence in your home. “Dad, why did you leave me alone with her? If it was just the three of us, things would be so different. I miss you.”

Your partnership with San seemed to improve drastically which was surprising, to say the least. All the other kids in the class however didn’t seem to improve. Some were either cheating or missing the deadlines. Mr. Harris was not pleased by the results so he found other alternatives.

“You know what class, here’s what we’re about to do. To make this a lot more fun, how about we do class activities for extra credit. Since some of you are glued to your devices nowadays we can play games like Kahoot, Jenga, and Tetris to answer questions. I can even narrow down the questions on the assignments. How does that sound?” Everyone in class chants and cheers loving the idea which keeps them even more motivated to continue working.

“Alright everyone the games won’t start today, but next week. This is the last week of June and summer school so that means we’re halfway there from finishing. You cannot screw this up. Try acing this week’s quiz with 90% everyone or no games for those with below 70%. Got it?” “Yes, Mr. Harris!” You’ve become closer to the class since it was only nine of you, but your best friends are Angela, San, and Chris. The four of you stopped for ice cream after school to study for this week’s big math test that covered five sections.

“Gosh, Mr. Harris put 40 questions on the test! What the hell is he on crack?”

Everyone laughed at Chris complaining. He would always try to find shortcuts just so he can finish playing PubG, but he always ends up getting in trouble because he procrastinates too much. The only reason he’s somewhat doing well is because of his girlfriend Angela.

She was always a straight-A student and a bit of a geek at school, but outside of school, she was a baddie. She ended up having to retake pre-cal because she wanted to offer to help Chris with homework but ended up failing with him. “Oh hush it’s not even that bad. If you would’ve done those practice problems like you were told, you wouldn’t be complaining so much.” She slaps the back of Chris' head making him spat out his dip cone.

San looks at them admiring their silly dysfunctional relationship and then looks at you mesmerized. He leans in whispering in your ear saying “Why can’t we be more like them. They’re cute together.” You turned to him, slapping his shoulder softly giggling. “We shouldn’t. We agreed to only focus on school, remember?” He looks at you pouting “Does it have to be strictly about work? Like Mr. Harris said, we can have fun with it. We are partners after all.”

You look to the side trying to avoid his gaze as you take another spoonful of mint cocoa. With your sloppy spoonful of ice cream leftover on your face, San quickly grabbed a napkin from the table and whipped your face. “Be careful, you had a little mint chocolate on your face.” He kissed the side of your lips and smirked at you right afterward leaving everyone shocked.

“You guys are hot together.”

Chris with no filter shouted out leaving you a blushing mess. You quickly grabbed your ice cream and backpack as you heard your stepmom pulling up at the dairy parking lot. “You know what duty calls. I’ll meet you guys at the same time tomorrow at San’s place just like we planned. I gotta shave my legs. Later!” San wanted to grab your arm real quick to give you a proper goodbye, but you already beat him to it by sprinting to the car.

“Honey, why did you run in the car so fast? You would have finished your ice cream-”

“No time for that, just drive Mom.” Maria laughs looking at you covering your face with your cardigan and looking at San’s pouting face playing with his spoon he just ate from his ice cream. “Reminds me of the good old days when I was in high school.” Your stepmom cranked the engine and drove all the way home.

When you arrived home you flopped your body on your bed trying to focus on finishing studying for your test by yourself, but all your thinking about San’s kiss replaying in your head over and over again. “Ugh that San man, why did his lips have to be so soft? I'm supposed to be finding the formula for x, not the formula to get into San’s heart.” You’ve pulled out your laptop attempting to send an email to Mr. Harris said that you wanted to switch partners, but you prevent yourself from pressing send through your mouse.

“There’s no point. We only have four more weeks plus he would be upset if I do that. I just need to calm down.” You’ve closed out of your email tab and finished your homework sinking in your thoughts.

“Dad, hey it’s me again, I just wanted to leave a voicemail letting you know that later on today I’ll be bringing my friends over to work on studying for our big test. It would be nice for you to meet them, but of course, I know work is more important. Anyways please come visit again sometime soon. Love you, peace.” San sighs, hanging up the phone as he sets the table up getting ready for you, Angela, and Chris to come over. San has always learned to live basically on his own growing up.

His father is always running off on business trips, his mother left him at a young age to marry a wealthy man and his older brother was already out of the country to join the Navy. His brother was the only person he can count on for family events when it came to birthdays, Christmas, and even father’s day. At least his brother could attend and catch up with his crazy high school life.

Snapping out of his train of thoughts he opens the door as soon as he hears the doorbell ring. “Coming!” He fixed his Pikachu long sleeve and parted his hair before he opened the door. He was smiling so wide after seeing it was you, Angela and Chris.

“C'mon in you guys. Welcome to mi palacio. Let’s study in the living room.”

Everyone ran to the living room pleased with the smell of pina colada candles filling the house. You were shocked that San got to live in this huge nicely decorated home yet you seem to notice that his family is not present.

You see picture frames of him when he was younger in a monster inc sitting on the fountain at Disneyland.

There was also another cute family photo of San’s best friend named Wooyoung that he met since kindergarten, but sadly they ended up cutting ties since they went to different schools.

A picture that stood out from all of them was one of him sitting on his mom’s lap when he was five smiling super hard with his pretty white smile. You’ve never seen him smile that hard and you were always curious more about his past so the family photos have shown a nice glimpse into his past “Hey y/n cmon I made some ramen. We have to pull out the flashcards so we can study.” “W-wait, but your baby pictures I want!” “No time we can look at them later.”

He winks and gently holds your hand and walks downstairs with you.

“Here goes the love birds. We have to try San’s famous spicy ramen dish before it gets too cold.” Everyone sits down at the dinner table clasping their hands together ready to dig in until the door opens.

“Surprise brother! Sorry I’m late. Did I miss dinner?” San’s brother Jinhyuk walks in with veggie wraps and steak bulgogi in his hand. San runs up to his brother hugging him super tight happier to see that he finally made it home. “Guys this is my brother Jinhyuk. Jinhyuk this is Chris, Angela, and Y/N.”

Jinhyuk smiles at everyone greeting everyone. “So what’s been going on with you guys? I know you have been stuck in school together, but what have you guys been doing outside of school?” Angela started by saying “Well so far me and Chris have been seeing each other every day. We always go to the park or the carnival when we get the chance for dates. We have also been hanging out with these two right here.”

Chris joined in saying “Exactly right. You can say we’re like the Scooby-Doo gang of course without scooby.” San laughs adding on “No way you’re definitely Scooby. Angela is Velma, I’m Freddy, and Y/N is Daphne.” Everyone at the table laughed as they enjoyed San’s ramen catching up with each other.

Jinhyuk elbows you as he chats with you in the kitchen. “Hey, I noticed that you were sitting there staring at my brother. What’s going on with you two.” Your eyes flashed wide open as you were surprised by Jinhyk’s sudden question. You faced him scratching the back of your head not knowing how to answer his question. “Well, I honestly don’t know. I think he just likes teasing me. One minute he flirts with me, the next minute he treats me like one of the guys. My mom also doesn’t want me getting distracted so I’m trying to keep my distance.”

Jinhyuk laughs and then pets your head. “Well, you both already failed at keeping your distance. I think he likes you, but since you keep running away or avoiding him too much, he feels like he’s making you uncomfortable and that you strictly want to stay as friends. I wouldn’t give him the wrong idea to be upfront about how you feel about him. You got this kid.” He grabs your empty bowl for you and washes the dishes giving you that boost of confidence. “You know what you're right. Mama didn’t raise no punk. I’ll tell him after we finish studying. Thanks, Jinhyuk I owe you the next time you visit.” You give him a thumbs up and skip happily out the kitchen looking forward to seeing your friends.

After hours of studying flashcards, everyone finally studied feeling confident in themselves about the final test of the semester. Everyone packed their things and was ready to head home since their parents were outside. You were the only one that still felt confident about your process throughout the class so you’ve decided to stay an extra hour to study with San.

“Are you sure this is right?” You put the pencil down crossing your fingers as San checks your work. “Wow yes, that is correct. See you’re doing just fine. You only got 7 wrong out of the 40 questions. Just keep using that method I taught you and you’ll be just fine.” San smiles at you pinching your cheeks. “It’s 10:30 pm. Your mom is going to be worried about you. You should start heading home. I'll drop you off.” San started putting his notebook and laptop back on his desk getting ready to leave his room, but you pull on his sleeve bringing him back down on the couch with you.

“Wait, um why don’t we watch a movie or something. My mom is out with Mr. Harris anyways they won’t be back until the morning. I kind of told her I was spending the night at my cousin’s house.”

San smiles, shaking his head gulping, sitting back down next to you. “That sounds nice and all, but I don’t want to get you in trouble. Plus you do realize you’re staying over at a boy’s house at night.” You lean your head on his shoulder holding his hand yawning. “I know I trust you. You wouldn’t do anything unless I told you I wanted to. Just for tonight please San?” San sighs, lifting your chin patting the back of your head. “Fine, but next time let me meet your mom. I want to know everything there is about you okay?” You nod linking pinkies with him. “Deal. Now let’s watch Money Heist Shall we?”

The next morning you wake up in San’s arms as you share a blanket on the living room couch. You woke up fixing his messy black hair struck by his sleeping face. “Gosh you're even more dreamy when you're sleeping.” You checked the time on your phone and realized what time it was.

Pre-cal normally starts around 10, it was 11:20. “San gets up, we're late for class! We can’t miss this one Mr. Harris is giving us get extra credit today.” San woke right up alert as he wiped the drool from the side of his mouth.

“Dang, we gotta go. Here brush your teeth real fast, brush your hair and let’s roll.”

The two of you got ready as fast you could and hopped right on his motorcycle speeding through the traffic throughout the city.

You wrapped your arms around San the whole time scared you’ll fall on the motorcycle. San felt so happy whenever you depended on him for anything. “God I love this girl. I know they say I’m too young or going too fast, but I can’t help it.” He mumbled under his breath as he arrived at the school.

“Well well if it isn’t San and Y/N. You better be lucky you didn’t miss the test. We just got done playing Kahoot.” The two of you poured with your heads looking down feeling ashamed as you walked to your seats. The two of you took one last glimpse of each before Mr. Harris handed out the test.

This was it after everything you’ve been through this past month with San and your friends. The hard work was going to determine if you actually made it through or not. Mr. Harris gave you a whisper of encouragement you never heard in a long time except for your dad. “Y/N no matter what happens I’ll always be proud of you. Finish this strong.”

Mr. Harris' words almost moved you to tears as you smiled and nodded your head right back at him. Now you understand why Maria loved him so much he was always passionate about teaching and cared about your well-being.

You grabbed your pencil and your laptop as you started getting to work. The whole time you were nervous and a few questions caused you to slip up, but in the end, you remembered how to do most of the work. San seemed to be holding up just fine so you weren’t too worried about him, Angela would always double-check her work before turning it in and Chris was surprisingly focused the whole time.

As everyone finished their tests Mr. Harris checked everyone’s grades one by one slowly seeing their process.

He stands up taking off his glasses and says. “Class...congratulations on becoming seniors! Everyone has passed summer school. See you in the fall.”

Everyone screamed cheering as the paper was flying and everyone in the classroom cheered. “Yeah, you guys hang out at the carnival!” Chris screamed and everyone followed him out.

Before catching up with everyone you called your stepmom to tell her the good news with Mr. Harris next to you.

“Mom, I finally passed. Dad’s face right now you know he’s probably crying. It was all thanks to Mr. Harris too, he's the best teacher ever.”

You can hear your mom’s voice on the other end as she gets teary-eyed. “Your dad would definitely be so happy that you passed, but also pissed because he never wants you in summer school ever again.” The three of you laugh together as you share the happy news.

“I’m so sorry I doubted you and was super harsh y/n. I love you and just want you to succeed. Your my only banana muffin I got in this world so don’t pull off any dumb crap like this ever again.”

“Yes mom, you know I will. I made a promise to dad after all. I will graduate and stay close to you if it’s the last thing I do. Love you, I'm going to the carnival with my friends.”

Maria makes kissy noises back and says “I love you too. Don’t stay out too late. Matter of fact I’ll meet you there since me and Harris have a date anyways. See you there.” You hang up feeling emotional as you hug Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris pats you on the back saying “Didn’t I tell you she’s very proud. Now I think you need to catch up with your friends before he leaves without you. I’ll meet you at the carnival.” Mr. Harris leaves the classroom giving you one last smile and heading out.

You walked in the hallway looking all around the school for San, luckily you found him in the science lab where he’s sitting by the window with a sad look on his face.

“San. We’ve gotta meet up with everyone at the carnival. Why are you here by yourself?”

San sighs, crossing his arms.

“There’s no point in celebrating. I tried reaching out to both of my parents to tell them about one of the biggest accomplishments in my life and as usual, they didn’t answer.” You sat right next to him at the window petting his head. “You know what, how dare they? Forget them.

You have a supportive big brother, an amazing group of friends, and the best teacher a school could ever ask for. You have a family right here and we’re proud of you.”

San lifts his head up as he sees your bright smile that always makes him helpless.

“You always know exactly what to say. What would I do without you?”

He links pinkies with you. “I really can’t wait for you to meet my stepmom. She gets on my nerves sometimes and we always tend to bump heads, but we always come right back together. Dad would’ve also loved you. He was always straight to the point and never held back. I loved that confidence he always had.”

“Oh yeah he did get into that accident last year, I’m so sorry about that.”

You shake your head “It’s alright, I’m still holding up just fine. I’m just happy to have you here with me plus I get to be seniors with you and everyone else.” San looks up at you one last time slowly leaning his face close to yours until your noses touch.

“Gosh, I wonder what would happen if I made out with Y/N in the science lab? The janitor would for sure catch us in the act.” You giggle flirting with him back.

“The only thing he would have to worry about cleaning up is the kiss marks that are going to be on your neck.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were this playful. I love seeing this side of you.”

The two of you finally exchange a short yet sweet kiss in the orange sunset peeking against the window. It was going to last longer until Angela and Chris crashed the party with a loud knock on the door.

“Hurry up Freddy and Daphne the Scooby gang has to pull up at the carnival together. You guys can finish eating each other's faces off in the car. We can’t miss the flight of fear!”

The two of you looked at each other shrugging and walked together hand in hand out the classroom. “Well, I guess we will have to finish this on the carousel.” “Indeed, that sounds more romantic than making out while being surrounded by jars of disinfected frogs in the science lab.”

The two of you catch up with the rest of the seniors of class 2021 as you look forward to your last summer as juniors together. Today was going to be the day where you go all out and live like you're gonna die young.

#ateez collab #ateez summer collab #ateez high school au #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez x y/n #san x reader #san x you #San x y/n #san imagines #San reactions #san fluff #san scenarios #naja collabs #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions

[mimicmew]

Hello ! Sorry to bother you but…can I draw my oc Oliver in your LN monster au ? I mean, I don’t know which creature he would be, but I kinda want to try…is that okay ?

Sorry i didn't reply immidiently, but sure! I'll reblog the list of species so you can have a look if you'd like!

#mews news #asks #monster au #!! no problem!! It's open to anyone

[advernia]

hello there good person😄 this is the same nonnie who asked about the dangan au and BLESS YOU reading the lore post was GREAT bc i was imagining it as a LN already!!!!!!!! 😍😍😍 one last question, can i ask why you or your friend luci decided on oliver and alice for the first trial? thank you again 🤗♥️♥️♥️

a warm hello to you too, kind anon! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ an LN!?!?! i’m pretty sure that lore post was still messy asf, but i’m glad you enjoyed reading the whole thing! ( ᐛ )و

about your question… we got carried away plotting the general premise, so honestly at first we didn’t have concrete ideas for the trials or murders, haha! i just suggested oliver and alice in respect to the three themes:

first, alice in wonderland: alice is a young girl who wanders into a strange world different from hers - her constant shifting of size leads her to meet various characters + troubles and by the near end of her journey, is ordered to be executed because of her defiance towards authority.

now link that with ikerev context: oliver + alice are the actual strangers to cradle (i mean… oliver’s been implied to be from the land of reason himself). when they’re in this world for some reason, talented inventor oliver’s form shifts to be a child by day and retains his proper form by night, and alice suddenly has an ability that makes her quite dangerous to cradle in many ways than one - not sure about oliver, but because of her ability, alice’s life is threatened.

now tie those into your last theme, danganronpa… in some sense, the two (plus the neutrals actually) are a set of wild cards. if you’ve played all three, you know better than to expect these kind of people to survive / live long throughout the killing game.

oliver proves to be useful because he can fiddle around with machinery, be it magic crystal-powered or not. he’s also quite sharp and a few days in, he realizes that his child form possesses an unexpected advantage in their current situation - now what if he ends up discovering important out of sheer coincidence…?

alice proves to be the potential ‘heart’ of the group, seems to be recalling certain details faster than most, and is assumed to be the common link to everyone’s memories - though her priority is to keep everyone away from having thoughts of beheading anyone, what if she would recall something important, a sudden revelation about their current predicament…?

… did they find hope, or fall into despair? it makes a good mystery… 

#askdfghjl #*plays new world order in the distance lol* #wild cards = trouble for amon #they can help things move along #but their unpredictability is what amon can't stand at all #but if it produces unexpected results that are beneficial to his goals... then fine #coincidentally the deaths of two wild cards did just that oh my #so maybe inviting those two to the party WAS of some use after all #... says the cackling monochrome bunny as it sips its tea

[manicpixiefelix]

Me projecting but neurodivergent!L/N Siblings who need to decompress after every party or dinner their parents host at the family home. Retreating to the refuge of their bedrooms where they shrug off the uncomfortable clothes, scrub at their faces and hair, flop down on the bed or floor. Listen to music while gazing up at the ceiling, tapped out after forced smiles and pleasantries.

oh my GOD this ended up being 1.8k of pure oliver/felix/reader fluff ft. oliver & reader knowing each other so well they can communicate silently, reader becoming nonverbal after events, and the l/n siblings inviting felix to chill and relax with them in these moments after events because they know he understands and feels a similar kind of pressure to what they go through. also yeah big same on the projecting neurodivergent!L/N Siblings, esp. the reader, because Me Too. this got out of hand lol maybe i should have just published it as a full fic, but i love this au v much. i know including Fi probably wasn't what you expected but........ i had to sorry lol.

but also since this is technically an ask im gonna include a song for the vibe, which is Talk Me Down by Troye Sivan because Blue Neighbourhood will always make me emotional.

The first time Felix ever sees the two of you truly unmask is after one of the smaller gatherings his parents held early that first Summer. He's not quite sure when the shift occurred, but he very quickly became aware of it. Oliver by your side, and usually at least comfortable offering quiet additions to conversations for himself, started to simply murmur his thoughts to you, before finally becoming nonverbal. Somehow you were still able to interpret from the things he didn't say, but you were clearly growing weary too. Oliver gives thin lipped smiles, but at least he's given the grace to appear haughty by your shoulder; your smile never drops, but it doesn't reach your eyes.

For a brief moment that the pair of you have to yourselves, Felix watches a whole conversation pass between you and Oliver from merely a look that you share. You link your pinky with Oliver's, and he perches his chin on your shoulder; a brief moment of relaxation and serenity as you both let your eyes close, tension relaxing for a beat at you press your forehead to his. Felix has the strangest sensation, like he can hear the way you two share an I love you without either saying a single word.

You say good night to all the gathered guests, and Felix family, on behalf of yourself and your brother not too long after Felix witnesses the exchange. You get handshakes and kisses on the cheek, and Oliver makes sure, even if he remains quiet, to give winning smiles and kiss the older, sophisticated ladies on the hand like a true gentleman. Felix tries to ask if you're both alright when you get to him, last of all, and though you both smile, it's not quite believable. At least to him. But he lets you leave.

He makes his own exit soon after. Oliver's room is the closest to his, so it makes the most sense to go there first. At least he'd have some sort of excuse. He goes through his own room first, suit jacket haphazardly tossed on the bed and tie along with it, already unbuttoning several of his buttons to make himself more comfortable. Crossing the bathroom he strides confidently to Oliver's door and knocks.

No answer.

"Ollie, it's me," he says gently, "are you okay, you just seemed a bit -" the door opens very slightly and it's you peering back at him. You're not smiling. You're not... anything. You blink at him. Felix takes a moment to reassess the situation, then you open the door wider and you step back into the room, no longer watching him. Felix feels like he's intruding the minute he realises both you and Oliver have stripped down to your underwear; he's stumbling through apologies, suddenly bashful under Oliver's watchful gaze where he's splayed out on the bed, a tired kind of curiosity in his eyes. But neither of you seem particularly bashful yourselves, nor are you running to cover yourselves.

Felix watches you stretch yourself out on the bed beside your brother, looking up at the ceiling as you blindly reach for a single earphone you know will be waiting where you'd obviously left it on the pillow. He settles himself, tries to remind himself that you'd both let him in on this moment. You close your eyes.

"Is everything okay?" This time the concern is genuine. In this moment, Felix is surprised when Oliver appears to take the lead for you both. For just a moment, he reaches across himself to gently pet your hair.

"What is to give light must endure burning," he says faintly, before turning to Felix with that same, faint but tired smile, "thought you'd know what it's like to be the sun, Felix." And, yes, of course Felix knows what he means... except in situations where comparisons are drawn with the two of you.

Before he can ponder too much, however, you shift on the bed, almost imperceptibly, but Oliver purses his lips.

"I'm not pretentious," he says out loud, and Felix realises it's more for his benefit than yours; he often marvels at the strange, silent way the two of you can so clearly communicate. It happens again; you barely crack your eye open, levelling an indecipherable look at your brother as your lips quirk into the faintest smile. In response, Oliver rolls his eyes and tells you to shut up, though his tone is fond.

Then, after another moment, your gaze lands on Felix. Suddenly he feels it all, the exhaustion, the ache of keeping up appearances, the restrictiveness of the formalwear he's been coaxed into. Everything's too much, and the two of you, window open with a faint breeze, wearing next to nothing and allowing yourselves to just be after the pressure of performing, it sounds fucking heavenly.

"How are you going, Felix?" Oliver asks, following your gaze, almost like he can read Felix's mind. Maybe he can. Maybe that's how the two of you can operate so seamlessly, so unspokenly between each other. Both of you are looking at him now. He feels incredibly overdressed. He laughs awkwardly, but suddenly can't seem to look at either of you. The words get stuck in throat for a moment.

'Thought you'd know what it's like to be the sun, Felix' is what Oliver had said; not feel like the sun. To be the sun. Because you both know how the rest of Felix's life orbits around him, except for the two of you. You've so warped his reality, his own orbit, he's had no choice; Oliver is the moon to your sun, but what does that make him?

Binary stars; Felix is still the sun in his own life, but he could never match your gravity once he's come across you, nor could he escape it.

"Kind of like I'm burning, I guess."

As soon as he says it, he knows it was the right answer. Both you and Oliver shuffle away from each other, making distinct room between you on the bed, an unspoken invitation.

This is one of the big turning points in the relationship, Felix realises as he's undressing, trying to keep his heartbeat under control. He can't believe he's here, that this is really happening; this is nowhere near what he'd expected when he went knocking on Ollie's door.

"What are you listening to?" He asks awkwardly as he makes his way onto the bed from over the foot of it. You, eyes once more closed, pulled the earphones from the iPod by your side. Once you pressed play once more, Felix hears Amy Winehouse croon from the little speakers. He flops on his back between you both and stares up at the ceiling. It's strange, he almost feels like he's waiting for something to happen, though it does feel much freer with the breeze and only in his boxers.

After a beat, you let out a low, contented hum, shuffling closer to Felix, enough that you were able to press your cheek to his shoulder.

"Yeah," Oliver agrees quietly to whatever he'd gleaned from your movement and noises, "'s a lot to be out there in the world sometimes," to which Felix makes a faint noise of agreement. He feels your fingers wrap carefully around his arm, and your face turns to press firmer against his shoulder. Your lips are against his skin when you hum again, and he feels like his whole body lights up with the contact. Oliver, who's head is on the pillow beside Felix, turns to look at him; he's not smiling, but there's fondness in his gaze, unfiltered, so unused to how he usually looks at Felix, "you're always welcome here if you need time like this. We won't tell if you won't."

You nod against Felix's shoulder, Felix feels like he's about to pass out with how hard his heart is beating.

Because he knows you both, has seen you operate together in the world for the better part of a year in person, and years before in the tabloids before that. This exhaustion, this clear detox from an uncomfortable foray into society, is not something the rest of the world is ever allowed to see.

And you're inviting him into it.

Felix falls asleep there, between the two of you, on top of the duvet. It's the best sleep he's had in a very long time.

The next time it happens, he's surprised that you're both already so willing to include him in the routine. Saying goodbye to everyone else at the event, you simply give him a tired smile, and Oliver actually speaks to him directly, rather than through you the way he had been for the past hour, to pointedly wish him good night.

Five minutes later, Felix lets himself into Oliver's room, and finds the two of you, already down to your underwear, sitting cross-legged on the bed as you are gently removing Oliver's concealer and eyeliner with a makeup wipe. You've forgone earphones entirely and there's the tinny sound of some pop-punk band this time. You smile at Felix broadly, giving a little wave.

"I quite like this," Oliver says to you, though loud enough for Felix to hear. You nod in agreement. He has the distinct impression that you're both talking about him joining these moments of yours.

Sometimes things change, like your or Oliver will be sitting up with a cigarette or a book, and have the other's head in your lap, or one of you will be on the floor by the bed, and Felix learns not to worry, that you needed to simply not be touched in that moment. Sometimes that lasts all night, and Felix worries about either of you sleeping on the floor, but you both assure him it's normal.

Felix learns that Oliver likes playing with Felix's hair just as much as he liked getting his hair played with. He learns to identify whose taste in music is whose each time judging by the album chosen. He also learns how clingy you get, and how responsive you are to soothing touches; those are his favourite nights, with Oliver comfortable and content by his side, looking up at the ceiling and enjoying the music, while you're pressed up against Felix's side, head on his chest to listen to the heartbeat he keeps much steadier than he'd been able to that first night. His arm is around you and you have your own slung over him, legs tangled up with his, all but melting into him as he runs his fingers up and down your spine in a soothing, repetitive rhythm. You're practically purring.

These nights are quiet, he doesn't remember the last time any of the three of you spoke after Oliver's quiet aside on that second night. He gets used to the serenity, the lack of expectations, and comes to understand and appreciate just how badly you both need these moments. He doesn't think he needs them in quite the same way, but his head starts to spin when he realises that you both have started needing him there in these moments.

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #felix catton x reader #saltburn x reader #saltburn imagine #felix catton imagine #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick imagine #head heart hand fic #oliver ln au #it shouts back

[kpopfanficsforthesoul]

Pure Love- BoA

Genre: Romance, Coworkers!Au, Model!Reader

Pairing: BoA x Reader

Prompt: Anonymous said to kpopfanficsforthesoul: Can I get an scenario where the reader is a model under sm and they’ve been trying to get boa to go out with them but she’s really busy working on her comeback but the reader insists so much that she finally accepts? I love your writing!!

Author’s Note: Of course!!! Thank you for requesting this! I’m so glad you like my writing :-)

You sighed as you sat down on your chair. You never really appreciate five minute breaks until you’ve been shooting for three hours without one. You leaned your head back and rested your eyes for a couple of seconds.

“How you doing, beautiful?” you heard a voice ask. You instantly recognized it as your best friend Joy.

“Completely drained.” you griped, looking up at the ceiling.

Joy began to massage your temples. “Even I didn’t think they’d take this long to shoot just your scenes in the music video.”

“Joy-ah, I’ve been slammed with shoots all week.” you complained, slipping off your shoes that murdered your feet. “I had to film three CFs for Nature Republic, go to five photo shoots for Elle magazine, and now they want me to appear in a music video.”

“Well, you are SM’s top model.” Joy began, ruffling your hair. She held up a fake microphone, imitating a broadcast. “Y/N Y/LN, South Korea’s modeling sensation and newest beauty icon, is taking the modeling industry by storm!”

“Yeah, it’s exhausting! I wish I could be just Y/N for a day, and not Y/N the “nation’s fairy’” you laughed, rubbing your eyes. “Wait… this is an EXO music video… what are you doing here?” 

“I’m here for moral support!” she exclaimed, cupping her face with her hands. 

“Thanks Joy-ah! you said, patting her shoulder. You sat up in your chair to look at her. “Yah, this shouldn’t take more than an hour. Will you stay here with me? This director makes us shoot everything like thirty times, and I might need that support you mentioned.”

Joy nodded, opening her mouth to say something, but she was cut off by the director’s demands. 

“Alright everyone, break’s over, back to your stations!” He barked, throwing his clipboard over his shoulder. An intern hurried to catch it. “And where is my skim milk latte with no foam and three drip coffees!” He tipped his empty coffee cup over and shook it in his assistant’s face to emphasize that he was out of his fueling drink. 

“Good luck, I’ll be sitting right here.” Joy told you, motioning over to a nearby chair. 

You nodded, took a deep breath, and walked over to stand in the middle of all nine members. 

“That’s a wrap!” The director declared, clapping his hands together. “Brenda, where’s my Starbucks?!”

A unanimous sigh of relief came from everyone in the room. You bowed to the boys of EXO, then walked away to link arms with Joy. 

“You alright?” she asked you, handing you a water bottle. 

“Yeah. I just need a shower, a bowl of nengmyun, and a nap.” you responded, taking a sip. “Thanks for staying here with me.”

After walking into your dressing room, the assistants helped you take off the shiny jacket and leather pants you were wearing. They then left to let you decompress. Joy came in as they did so and plopped down on the couch. 

“You wanna go get some food? I’m starving.” she whined, scrolling through her phone. 

“Yeah, I just wanna get changed first.” you told her. You walked into the bathroom, took off your makeup, and took a much needed shower. You settled for a white t-shirt, jeans, and red high tops. After all, it was only Joy. You weren’t trying to impress anybody. 

You walked out and back into your dressing room. “Ready to go?” you asked her, picking up your bag. 

“I’ve been ready!” she exclaimed, hopping up from her spot on the couch. “Let’s get some food!”

You laughed as you walked towards the door. However, when you opened it, someone was standing in front of it. Their back was to you. You took notice of their long, wavy, dark brown hair, and that they were wearing a peach colored top and white jeans.

“Excuse me, miss?” Joy asked, standing behind you in the doorway. “Can we help you.”

The woman turned around and flashed a smile once she saw you. You almost fainted. Standing right in front of you was Kwon Boa.

She was your idol. You had spent practically all of your life as her fan. She was, as cheesy as it sounded, your only ideal type. She was warm, kind, and humble… not to mention a legend at SM!

“B-B-Boa Sunbae?” you stuttered in disbelief. 

She nodded. “Hey Y/N, great job at the shoot today.”

“You saw me?” you asked, clutching your heart with wide eyes. 

“Well of course, I’m a big fan of yours!” she exclaimed. She held out a can of Coke. “Here, you must be thirsty.”

You smiled and took it from her. “Thank you, sunbae.” you bowed. 

“You can just call me Boa!” she smiled. 

“Thank you, Boa.” you practically squealed, clutching the cold can in your hands. “But… can I ask why you’re here?” 

“Yes…” she started, stepping closer. “I need a new model for my music video. Originally, Tiffany-ah was supposed to make a cameo, but now she’s busy with her solo promotions. Management thinks you’d be a good pick, but I told them I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first. Do you want to come to the studio with me tomorrow?”

“Wait, Y/N, don’t you have a shoot for Etude Ho- Ouch!” Joy started, but was cut off by your elbow in her rib. 

“Yes, I would absolutely love to!” you told her with the biggest smile you could. 

“Great!” she beamed. “See you then!” She then turned on her heel and walked back down the hallway. 

“Bye!” you chirped after her. As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned around and started pushing Joy back into your dressing room. 

She began to protest. “Wait, Y/N, I thought we were getting food, wait, YAH!” 

You quickly shut the door behind you and plopped into a chair. 

“Oh my goodness!” you marvelled, head in your hands. “Boa wants to do a shoot with me!”

Joy rolled her eyes. “You’ve worked with practically every celebrity in the nation, and you’ve always kept your cool until now.”

“Joy-ah!” you exclaimed, looking up at her. “You know how much I love Boa! For as long as I can remember, she’s the only person I’ve ever wanted to date!” You glanced over at the can of Coke she had given you, which you had set on the coffee table. 

“Boa sunbae had this can in her hand!” You lifted it up in the air like an idol and stroked it a couple of times. “And she gave it to ME!”

“Why don’t you ask her out then?” Joy asked, nonchalantly looking at her manicured nails. 

“What?” you gasped, breaking your gaze away from your new prized possession. 

“Ask her out, Y/N!” she repeated, looking up at you. She came over to sit down next to you. “Look, most people never even get the opportunity to see the celebrities they love. You actually get to work with her! Shouldn’t you take this chance instead of regretting it later?”

You looked up at her. “You know what, Joy? You’re absolutely right! Tomorrow, after the shoot, I’m going to ask my dream girl out to eat.”

Joy got up from her seat. “That’s great! But right now, you’re gonna take your best friend out to eat! Let’s go!”

“Hello Boa!” you chirped, waving from across the room. You gestured to the two coffees you held in your hand. “Thought these might help us get through the shoot!” 

“Hey! Thank you, you’re so sweet!” she exclaimed, taking the cup from you. Your heart stopped as her fingertips brushed over yours. 

You took a deep breath and gathered up all of your courage. It was now or never. 

“So, Boa….” you started. She turned towards you and gave you her full attention. You internally squealed as you again realized that Kwon Boa was right in front of you. Her eyes were so much brighter in person, her smile even more beautiful. You’d give anything to run your fingers through her long hair, to hold her soft fair hand… it was then that you realized that nothing would stop you from making her yours. “Would you like to…”

“Alright everyone, we’ve got so much to do and so little time!” the director barked from his chair, clapping his hands. You rolled your eyes. Great, it was the director from yesterday. “This video will be released in a week so we have to follow the schedule religiously, okay? First off, we have half an hour of hair and makeup for Boa and Y/N, and then we have to film ten clips of them together, and JANGMI WHERE IS MY STARBUCKS?!”

“Ready?” Boa asked. After you nodded,she grabbed your hand and led you over to the makeup vanities. 

After about fifteen minutes of someone hovering over you with a hot iron and poking your eyes with a brush, you looked back over at her. 

“Hey, Boa, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” she asked, that clear and bright smile still on her face. 

“Well the thing is… I think you’re amazing, and I was really hoping you might like to grab dinner with me sometime?” you asked, squinting your eyes shut, in anticipation of her answer. 

She giggled. “Of course Y/N! It’s good for coworkers to be close friends! How about lunch after the shoot?”

You internally kicked yourself. “That sounds good, but I meant we go out as-”

“Close your mouth please.” Someone cut you off. You looked up to see your makeup artist looking up at you with a tube of lip balm in her hand. 

“Sorry.” you mumbled, sighing in defeat. 

Later on, you and Boa were both dressed and ready to shoot. She wore a peach colored lace top and olive green jeans. You on the other hand, were dressed in a tight fitting black tank top, skinny jeans, and a pair of timbs. 

“For the first clip, I want you to run up to Boa with a smile, grab her by the wrist and pull her into that other room. Boa, I want you to act surprised but happy that Y/N is with you.”

“Good job at the shoot today!” Boa told you, grabbing her leather purse. “We still on for lunch?”

“Thanks.” you said with a slight blush, grabbing your jean jacket. “But, Boa, I was hoping we could go out as more than… more than coworkers.”

“Oh, you mean like… as friends?” she asked.

No, why are you so oblivious.You thought to yourself. You let out a deep breath before continuing. “No… I mean, as a date.”

She fell silent, and stared at the floor. You felt like your soul was hanging by a thread as you internally panicked. 

“Y/N, you’re very beautiful. You’re a great person to be around. I truly am flattered, anyone would be lucky to go out with you, but I’m afraid now’s not a very good time for us to be in a relationship.” 

Of course you were disappointed. However, she was right. You were being slammed with shoots, and she was trying to make a comeback. You stayed silent for a little bit, then blinked. You looked back up at her and smiled. “You’re right. Don’t worry, I understand.”

She smiled again. “Thank you Y/N. I’ll see you around the building?” You nodded and waved goodbye, watching her walk away. 

This was fine. In a few weeks, things would settle down for both of you, and you would try again. You couldn’t just give up on her. She was everything you ever wanted. 

Boa sighed as she walked into her apartment. She threw her bag on a chair and slipped off her shoes. She collapsed on her bed. 

I don’t know what to think right now.

She whipped out her phone and scrolled through her contact list to find a suitable friend to talk to. 

Joy-ah. She’s friends with her. 

Five rings later, she heard that familiar cheery voice.

“Boa unni, what a nice surprise!” 

“Hey, Joy-ah…” she mumbled. 

“Something wrong?” Joy asked.

“Nothing, it’s just…” she started, sighing as she stared at her ceiling. “Does Y/N-ah really like me?”

“Unni, what’s this about?” Joy inquired, concerned. 

“I’ve always wanted to find someone who loves me for me…” she started. “I was thirteen when I debuted. All of the sudden, people I knew started flooding me with confessions. It was quite evident that they fell in love with my fame, or my voice, or my looks, or some other aspect of my fame. I never got the chance to be loved as just Kwon Boa the girl, not BoA the successful and beautiful pop star.”

“Are you afraid Y/N just loves you as a fan?” Joy asked her from the other end. 

“Would it be awful to say yes?” Boa murmured, holding back a small tear that threatened to spill from her eye. 

“I don’t know much about your past unni.” Joy started. “Heck, I’ve only been with SM for few years. But what I do know is Y/N. If you heard what she thinks of her fame, you’d be surprised. You’d expect that someone who gets called ‘the most beautiful of them all’ on a daily basis to be stuck up, but she’s the exact opposite. In fact, just yesterday, she was saying that she would give anything just to be Y/N again, not Y/N the successful and beautiful model.”

“Is that true?” Boa asked. “Still… how does Y/N really feel about me?”

“You’ve been their role model for years!” Joy started. 

“Let me guess, because I have healthy skin and big eyes and a slim body?” Boa rolled her eyes. “Or because I was successful in Japan as an artist?”

“No, unni…” Joy sighed. “Y/N loves you because of how you treat people. Instead of getting a large head from being the most successful female solo artist, you remain kind and humble. You stay true to your music and Y/N absolutely loves that you make time to visit your hoobaes and be a friendly and warm sunbae. Honestly… if anyone does love you as Kwon Boa the girl, it’s Y/N.”

Boa stayed silent for a moment. “And you’re one hundred percent positive of this?”

“More than anything else in the world.” Joy smiled. “I think you should take a chance and go out with someone who truly cares about you. And there’s no one better than that than Y/N.”

“Is everything set?” you asked. 

“Yep!” Your coordinator told you, clutching her clipboard. ‘We have the baloons and…”

“Shhh, I think that’s her coming!” You told her, shoving her away. “Get the crew ready! In three minutes exactly, set everything off!”

She nodded and hid behind a building with the rest of the crew. 

“Hey Y/N!” Boa cheered, waving at you. “I’m glad you called me to meet up here!”

“Hey sunbae!” you exclaimed. “I’m glad you came. Look, I want you to know that I respect any decision you make on what I’m about to ask you. Will-”

She held up her hand. “There’s something I want to tell you, Y/N.”

“Sure what is it?” you nervously asked, glancing at your watch. 

“I’ve been thinking, and I’ve realized that I can’t just assume that everyone likes me because of my fame. You are everything I’ve ever been looking for. You’re the sweetest person ever, you’re open minded, and you love people for who they are. You deserve much more, but I have to take a chance… will you go out with me?’

Your mouth dropped open. “Are you serious, sunbae?”

“I told you!” she exclaimed, grabbing you by your shoulders and pulling you close. “Just call me Boa.” she finally mumbled. 

You pulled her close to you in a tight hug. She giggled in happiness. You pulled back and looked in her warm brown eyes. She leaned closer to your face, inches away. You were just about to touch…

The music blasted through the speakers behind you. Balloons were released and flew in the air. You squinted and bit your lip as Boa looked up at them.

Sidewalk, suck me into your depths. You thought.

The dancers came leaping down the street, twirling their flags in the air. 

“Looks like a parade?” you asked, thinking up a quick excuse.

Finally, a loud boom went off, followed by a cloud of smoke. Staring at the sky, you saw the fireworks explode “KWON BOA” the middle one read.

“Why did you do all this?” Boa said with a smile, shouting over all the noise. 

“I wanted to prove I was serious about liking you!” you sheepishly yelled back, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “I know it’s stupid, but-”

“I love you!” she giggled, pulling you closer again. 

You laughed, content with everything going on in life. And as you kissed Boa with fireworks going off behind you, you knew that this was pure love. 

Author’s Note: Boa is seriously an amazing human being. I hope you like this and are happy with the scenario :-) Thanks again for requesting! I hope any other readers enjoyed this as well!

[Masterlist]

-Marie 💗

#boa #boa scenarios #kwon boa #kpop scenarios #kpop

[brightafricamedia]

8 Hour Study Mix: "Trance to Study By: All-Nighter: from Delta Notch on Vimeo.

Recorded December 9, 2013. Yes, you read that right. Finals week is a desperate time and desperate measures are needed! This latest installment in the Trance to Study By series is here to help you through the longest nights that all too quickly become mornings. Tracklist below.

The goal of the Trance to Study By series is to create mixes that are to be played in the background while you're studying. Soft synths, pleasing melodies, no vocals to distract you, and a driving beat to keep you focused and complete whatever it is you need. Study on!

"Trance to Study By: All-Nighter" tracklist: 00:53 Burial - Night Bus [Hyperdub] 2:59 Above & Beyond - Filmic [Anjunabeats] 6:28 Sasha - Requiem [Kinetic, BMG] 12:00 Andrew Bayer - Community [Anjunadeep] 18:45 Nuera - Green Cape Sunset [Magic Island] 21:36 Estiva - I Feel Fine (Piano Mix) [Enhanced] 29:08 Deadmau5 - Faxing Berlin [Play Records] 36:52 Vadim Soloviev - Forma Perpetua [Anjunadeep] 42:30 Motorcitysoul - Space Katzle (Jerome Sydenham Remix) [Aus] 49:53 Alpha 9 - Come Home [Premier] 54:40 Soultan & Tone Depth - Moments [Coldharbour] 59:34 Armin van Buuren - Minack [Armada] 1:05:56 Daniel Kandi - 3 Strikes UR In [Always Alive] 1:10:55 Andrew Bayer - Counting the Points (Matt Lange Remix) [Anjunabeats] 1:18:38 Fake Truth - Land of the Questions 1:21:44 Airbase - Escape (Exhales Chilldown Remix) [Cloud 9] 1:27:22 Sasha - Cloud Cuckoo [BMG] 1:34:37 Rex Mundi - Sandstone [Coldharbour] 1:38:49 Andy Duguid - Dreamcatcher [Black Hole] 1:43:12 Zack Roth - Silver of Blue [Aleph] 1:50:04 The Blizzard - Piercing the Fog (Radio Edit) [ASOT] 1:53:03 Tiesto - Ten Seconds Before Sunrise [Ultra] 1:58:15 Cressida - 6AM (Kyau & Albert Remix) [Euphonic] 2:03:21 Marc Marzenit - Trozitos de Navidad (Primavera Remix) [Paradigma Musik] 2:07:50 Kamaya Painters - Far From Over [Black Hole] 2:11:04 The Blizzard & Omnia - My Inner Island [Armind] 2:15:03 T4L - Alternative Route [Black Hole] 2:19:30 Deadmau5 - October [Ultra] 2:25:22 Tiesto - Bright Morning Star [Magik Muzik] 2:30:42 Teana & Tiida - Australia (Nicks Remix) 2:37:26 David Forbes - Point Picquet [AVA] 2:41:56 Sunlounger - Another Day on the Terrace (AJT on Top Remix) 2:46:19 Sunlounger - Another Day on the Terrace [Armada] 2:53:17 Armin van Buuren - Face to Face [Armada] 2:59:16 M6 - Days of Wonder [Soundpiercing] 3:02:43 Dreas & Alex Robert - Mormugao (Alex Robert 2011 Mix Edit) [Armada] 3:05:12 Mike Shiver & Matias Lehtola - Slacker [Armada] 3:09:43 David Villa & Tito Coco - La Noche [TUSOM] 3:15:12 Cressida - No More Lies [Black Hole] 3:20:46 Basic Perspective - Small Step on the Other Side [Anjunadeep] 3:26:35 P8 & Answer42 - Fragments [Anjunadeep] 3:31:24 VillaNaranjos - Granadella (Radio Edit) [Armada] 3:34:35 Orjan Nilsen - Le Tour De Trance [Armada] 3:40:05 Paul Kalkbrenner - Square 1 [Bpitch] 3:45:45 Above & Beyond - Sun in Your Eyes [Anjunabeats] 3:49:42 Jaytech - Synergy 3:55:26 Ahmet Ertenu - Why 3:59:58 MzR - Hidden Inside 4:04:25 Orjan Nilsen - La Guitarra 4:08:24 Arnej - The Strings That Bind Us 4:13:15 Deadmau5 - Alone With You 4:20:14 Wighnomy Brothers - Wurz & Blosse 4:22:59 Soundprank - Boundless Energy 4:28:18 Ad Brown & Maxi Valvona - Fractions 4:31:48 Ralphie B - Bullfrog 4:36:18 Kyau & Albert - Kiksu (Kyau vs. Albert 2011 Rework) 4:42:55 Richard Dinsdale - Supernova 4:49:15 Deadmau5 - There Might Be Coffee 4:55:40 Manilla Rising - Beyond the Stars 4:57:48 Andrew Bayer - Gaff's Eulogy 5:02:05 Technodreamer - Cutting Distance 5:05:23 Deadmau5 - Brazil 5:11:27 Tiesto - Always Near (Extended Remix) 5:18:41 Jaytech - Atlantic 5:25:22 Claudia Cazacu - Labyrinth 5:31:08 Oliver Smith - New Dawn 5:37:09 Jaytech - Overdrive 5:41:54 Erick Strong - Heart Inside 5:47:23 Estuera - Tales from the South (Jonas Steur's Revision Flow) 5:55:08 Jaytech - Overdrive (Proff Remix) 6:01:00 Orjan Nilsen - Dominatrix 6:06:00 Daniel Steinberg - True Romance (Special Edit) 6:10:45 Anhken - Always Look Back 6:14:54 Paul Van Dyk & Austin Leeds - Symmetries 6:19:39 Audien - Keep This Memory 6:23:39 Basil O'Glue - Angular Momentum 6:29:21 Above & Beyond - Eternal 6:32:13 Gregory Esayan - Light Flashes (NK Remix) 6:36:04 Marc Vision - Time Gate (Update) 6:39:20 LN Movement - Golden Desert Part 2 6:42:50 Kamaya Painters - Northern Spirit 6:46:19 Jaytech - New Vibe 6:51:35 Tiesto - LA Ride 6:54:58 Oliver Smith - Symmetry 6:59:30 Tilt - Twelve (Dousk Mix) 7:03:00 Daniel Kandi - Promised (Jason Van Wyk Remix) 7:05:57 Aspekt - Hi Jack 7:09:27 Danilo Ercole - Water That Birds Don't Drink 7:16:25 Rank 1 - Airwave 7:19:53 Activa vs. Chris & Matt Kidd - U.R. (Stoneface & Terminal Mix) 7:25:51 Deadmau5 - Closer 7:30:30 Distant Fragment & Steve Mill - Utopia 7:36:49 Parker & Hanson - Afterthought (Soundprank's Deep04 Mix) 7:41:17 Arnej - People Come People Go 7:46:32 Kassey Voorn - Shine 7:55:27 Essay & Rhian Sheehan - Morning Mountain (Radio Edit) 7:59:52 Estiva - I Feel Fine (Radar Detector Remix)

[manicpixiefelix]

Actual footage of Felix when he sees his crushes fawning over a pretty boy that's not him

The pretty boy in question is Nick Young, who is unaware of this strange new dynamic unfolding and that the way he hugs Reader or Ollie is making Felix pout

Felix gets so very jealous hearing you, Ollie, and Nick all talking and laughing in Malay when you run into each other on nights out. The reader particularly, because of their especially close history with Nick, tends to revert to their teenage self around him, which Felix is INCREDIBLY bothered by but tries very hard to act like he's not. Oliver's however, has absolutely noticed and also thinks Jealous Felix is rather cute.

Reader drags Nick onto the dance floor on a night out while Felix and Oliver stay behind, and Oliver decides to cause problems on purpose and tell Felix about how your parents and Nick's parent are still subtly hinting that the two of you should get married some day. Felix is predictably SHATTERED, and spends most of the night getting rather plastered and insisting everything's fine when you ask. Except he finally gets too drunk and too honest in the taxi back to campus and Nick's falling asleep on the window and you're falling asleep on his shoulder and Felix is next to you both while Oliver's at the front with the driver. Felix reaches over and takes your hand, and automatically you shift from Nick to lean against Felix, half asleep, mumbling if he's okay. He feels like he's about to cry as you tuck your arm in his.

"Is it an arranged thing or do you really love him like that?"

You start to wake up more, confused, and right around the time you hear your brother quietly laughing at poor Felix's misunderstanding of the situation, is right around the time you start cursing him out in any and every language you know. Ollie knew you'd be able to smooth everything over once Felix knew the truth, he mostly wanted to see Felix's reaction to the information; how he really felt about you both, in a sense.

Two things happen because of this night; one, far more PDA between the siblings and Felix, they think his possessive kind of affection is cute, and a lot of people are uncomfortable even coming near them because of their reputation so they love Felix being so close.

Two; I believe that once Felix realises Nick isn't a romantic rival but is a big part of the siblings lives, he has to learn to be cool with him. It takes a little time for Felix to warm up to him but Nick is genuinely lovely and understands there's always a kind of weird dynamic at play around the siblings so he doesn't try and push a friendship, but he and Felix do eventually also strike up a very solid friendship. A lot of it is based on the fact that Nick is far more low-key than either of the siblings, so he and Felix bond by weathering some of the weirdness that follows you and Ollie and the way you live your lives.

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #felix catton x reader #saltburn x reader #saltburn imagine #felix catton imagine #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick imagine #head heart hand fic #cra au #oliver ln au #it shouts back

[manicpixiefelix]

*crashes my imaginary car into your inbox*

OLLIE WHO WAS ADOPTED BY READER'S FAMILY!!!!!

I know this is a major shift in established dynamics but hear me out!!!

What if Oliver's tales about his home life were actually true, worse even so he ended up an orphan? He gets adopted by Reader's parents for the optics mainly because it makes them look good and they figure it'll provide their heir with a companion.

So they become this peculiar little duo, both very observant of the world and people around them. Ollie is a stranger to this world of the ultra rich and endures etiquette classes.

Oliver Quick becomes Oliver L/N, the boy uplifted from squalor by the heroic family *eye roll*

Reader is fiercely protective of their brother and will ruin anyone that insinuates he's not ~really~ family

I know we've never really discussed the ancestral home of Reader but I imagine it is every bit as grand and impressive as Saltburn. Ollie's favorite room is definitely the massive library.

BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS A LOT OF COURSE I LOVE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS!!!!

Of course your parents love the optics of it all.

You're six when they adopt Oliver, and he's five; this mousy little thing who doesn't smile often and barely speaks and can't look you in the eyes. He shys away from your overbearing, performative parents, but you seem to be able to see how overwhelmed he's getting. There's no words in your first interaction, only gestures, taking and keeping Oliver's focus as best you can to ground him in the moment; you teach him a simple game, and he returns the favour. Not a word between you two. By the end of the visit, you realise the adults have gone quiet; your parents and Oliver's case worker are just watching you both, marvelling. As you're looking away, Oliver himself finally steps towards you, taking your hand carefully and half hiding himself from them behind you, as if already deciding to trust you. You and Oliver had begun the day as strangers, and ended as siblings.

Your parents love to tell anyone who will listen about how when you first met Oliver you 'practically fixed yourself to his side and haven't moved since'. You look like the perfect family in photos, and the press is quick to forget how little research your parents did on the last charity they very publicly supported, and it's less than ideal history. Oliver learns to smile on command the way you feel like you've always known, but at least they don't make the two of you seperate in these moments.

Oliver says your house is like a fairy tale. At first he sticks close by you, overwhelmed by it all, but as the days turn to weeks and then months, you start to lose him as he goes exploring amongst the estate's many rooms and corridors. No-one knows the old house better then you, but Oliver is a close second; Nan says Mother used to scurry around just like you did, used to know every trick the old house had, but that was a lifetime ago.

Mother's study locks from the inside and Father works long hours in the city, so it's up to you to help Oliver settle in with the nannys and the tutors and the rest of the staff. Your parents like to buck tradition, so they're not precious enough to hire anyone to teach Oliver the etiquette that usually comes with wealth and a house like this, so long as he was polite and respectful and sweet faced in public, they couldn't care less which fork he used for salad. Honestly adults at events found his lack of grace and understanding of their unspoken rules charming in its sincerity. You, however, know that their condescending adoration grates on your brother's nerves as they talk to him like he was some kind of pet.

On the weekends Nan comes over, and it's clear that Oliver likes her the best of all the adults in your lives. Like you she doesn't pressure him to talk, always taking his silence in stride, but also taking the time and putting in the effort to understand him when he does try and communicate, however that may be.

In public - not that you're in public a lot - you and Oliver tend to cling to each other. As you grow older, even as you stop physically holding on to each other, you barely seem to stray from each other's shadow. Of the two of you, Oliver still is the far more reserved one, happy to let you do the talking most of the time, often only sharing his thoughts as quiet asides to you alone.

Considering your parents had no choice but to publicly acknowledge you in this universe, you and Oliver very much grow up in the public eye. The strange, observant duo who seemed to have the uncanny ability to wrap rooms full of adults, the upper echelons of society, around their little fingers, grow into beautiful and bitchy socialites.

Considering you're both getting privately tutored instead of going to a proper school, most of your time is spent travelling and attending events. Following the various Fashion Weeks around the world is a yearly tradition since you were teens, you go to concerts and film festivals and galas, always together, always inseperable. Or at least, inseperable when being seen by people who might matter. Oliver's confidence grows, he's far more open and even talkative in public than when he was a kid, but there's comfort in your established dynamic too. It returns most often at formal events, with Oliver half a step behind you, murmuring his commentary and amusing aside to you throughout the night.

A few of the independent tabloids your family didn't own print unsavoury rumours about your closeness, but those get pulled from news stands within the day, and a few threats of defamation lawsuits make them think twice before printing those kinds of articles again.

Everyone in the Western world knows who you both are, or has at least heard of you. But thankfully it's been years since anyone had tried to tie Oliver back to the Poor Orphan Boy he was when he'd first been adopted. By the time you both get to Oxford, he's been your brother for so long that it's like the world has thankfully forgotten that it's not by blood.

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick imagine #oliver ln au #head heart hand fic #saltburn x reader #saltburn imagine #it shouts back

[manicpixiefelix]

These specific gifs of Louis Garrel in The Dreamers makes me think of Felix Catton and his oral fixation 🚬

also just makes me think of an OC in the Head Heart Hand 'verse who's a French friend of the L/N Siblings. By which I mean, they're friends with benefits and they still have that chemistry which makes Fi jealous.

Jamie had been working as the assistant to a renowned stylist when he'd first met the siblings, at least that's what you all tell Felix when he shows up at Oxford a week and a half before a gala event you and Oliver had been complaining about for a week already. Now his old boss simply works with your parents, and Jamie works with the two of you. Jamie is beautiful and well dressed and you and Oliver interact with him in a way that makes Felix feel a spike of jealousy whether he sees the casually affectionate way you all touch each other.

He's perfectly polite and incredibly warm to Felix, even affectionate at times - what beauty you've found, my loves, is the first thing he'd ever actually said when you introduced Felix to him - but occasionally his voice drops low and teasing as he says something to either you or Oliver that makes Felix wish he understood less French. Because he really didn't need to know just how unprofessional your relationship really was.

Christ some of the things he'd overheard were absolutely fucking filthy. Its also incredibly hot, yes, but that just makes him more conflicted.

"Is something wrong, lovely Felix?" Jamie's voice is quiet but vaguely distracted as he's taking Felix's measurements. Felix was going to be attending the gala with you and Oliver; it'd be the first of many, and Jamie was more than happy to pull together a look for him too at your request. He's got a cigarette poised between his lips, but Felix is looking at the roof, because if he looks at Jamie he's going to think about all he'd been overhearing in the past few days. You all think he doesn't understand, clearly.

"No problem," Felix lies and hopes it's convincing. Like he's not thinking about how the gentle hands sizing him up have pressed you up against the walls of countless dressing rooms, or been wrapped around Oliver so many times that he'd apparently lost count, "no problem whatsoever." If he bites any harder on the stem of the lollypop in his mouth he's pretty sure it's going to break.

Jamie hums non-committally, but Felix knows he doesn't believe him. Still, the next thing he asks is if Felix had any specific clothing textures that bothered him - like the darling siblings do, he clarified - and Felix thinks for a long moment. He doesn't think so, at least none he's adverse to, but -

"No no," Jamie cuts him off, "you will feel luxurious in my clothes," he assures, leaving no room for argument, like it's an order, "you will trust me. But you're saying there's nothing I could put you in that would make you want to rip it off your skin immediately because it would feel bad?" Felix shakes his head, mouth pressed to a thin line. Jamie fixes him with a coy smile, petting his cheek, "you make me feel lucky, lovely Felix; you make a beautiful muse." The genuine compliments make him feel worse for the blatant jealousy.

So maybe Felix makes a point of sticking close to you and Oliver more than was strictly necessary, at the pubs each night and the club when you all finally head to London on the weekend of the event.

"Jealous boy, look at him," he hears Jamie mumble in French as you've all occupied a roomy bathroom stall to do a few lines of coke. Felix's got you in his lap, lips against your shoulder while Jamie's leaning against the wall with that beautiful fucking smirk. You and Oliver both giggle, and you turn and press a kiss to Felix's temple while your brother takes the mirror and rolled up bill from your hands.

"You're making him jealous on purpose," you respond in kind. Jamie's gaze on you is close enough to leering that Felix can't help but start pressing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck.

"Can either of you blame me?" But Jamie still looks away, grin widening as you turn properly to meet Felix in a messy, passionate kiss, "obsessive little lovers you both are, always have been," he accepts the mirror from a grinning Oliver when it's offered, "maybe I should be jealous of lovely Felix."

"Maybe you should be," Felix breaks the kiss, turning to Jamie with a challenging look in his eyes as you mutter a flustered 'ohmygod' and Oliver gives an embarrassed giggle. All three of you come to realise that Felix has been fully aware of everything you've been saying since Jamie had arrived.

Jamie himself just smiles wider, meeting Felix's challenging gaze almost like he's proud.

(also Jamie falls for Farleigh pretty much the minute he sees him btw. Like Oliver fell for Felix in the film, Jamie sees Farleigh and is immediately enraptured. He asks him if he's done any modelling as the first thing he says after his name (and is delighted when Farleigh admits that he has, back in the states). Farleigh is at first bewildered by the attention - he's pretty and self aware but this is the kind of attention Felix usually got, it feels strange receiving it, rather than observing it - but quickly finds himself enjoying the attention. But also there's something very beautiful about Farleigh and Jamie together, they probably have a little fanclub of their own. They buy each other drinks at the pub like it's a competition half the time, but they end up side by side on the leather booth by the table, definitely too close (in much the same way that you, Felix, and Oliver often were, even surrounded by the rest of your friend group) tipsy and flirting in French while half their friends just kind of admire them.)

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #felix catton x reader #saltburn x reader #saltburn imagine #felix catton imagine #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick imagine #head heart hand fic #oliver ln au #it shouts back

[manicpixiefelix]

Reader and Oliver in the adopted au meet Felix at Oxford still, maybe

Reader owns their natural it factor so they're more outgoing, having that dazzling magnetism that people cannot resist. They and Ollie are considered a package deal, the L/N heirs recently spotted partying in France with their good friend Nick Young (yes, those Youngs)

Farleigh doesn't know what to think of Ollie

been thinking so much about this and about the Crazy Rich Asians AU intertwining

the first year Oliver lives with your family, your parents don't explain why they're taking him to get his passport photo taken. he doesn't even know what a passport is or why he'd need one. you, sitting next to him in the town car (because oliver becomes restless and agitated and shuts down if your parents take him anywhere without you. he will grow out of it soon, but not quite yet), you tell him it's so you can go visit your bestest friend Nicky. your father makes a face like he's bitten a lemon and your mother raises her voice pointedly to ask the driver how much longer.

all you know is that your grandmother is the one who always insists that both you and oliver are brought to singapore too.

("because your father won't let your mother go alone," she shakes her head with an exasperated noise, but doesn't elaborate when you ask her about it, instead continuing, "and i'm not letting them leave the two of you here by yourselves," she paused, adding, "since i couldn't babysit you, because i'll be in singapore too, i've always loved it there, and loved the Youngs." oliver is nine, with his head in nana's lap as she strokes his hair; you are ten, looking up from your gameboy to give her your attention.)

Nick Young is your bestest friend in the whole wide world for the four-to-six weeks a year you get to see him. you spent several summers as the fourth in games between he and his cousins, more often than not becoming his teammate against them, no longer allowing the obnoxious eddie and alix to gang up on him. astrid had always seemed just a bit too old for the horseplay you all engaged in, but she was never unkind to you. your parents don't spend much time at the Young home, especially not your father, who walks around the grand space with an expression like he was holding back sick, but apparently the master of the house, Nick's father, had given express permission for you all to stay there as long as you liked. this essentially meant you and oliver lived there for several weeks, as did your grandmother, while you'd learn much later on that your parents spent their time arguing at various picturesque locations around singapore.

sometimes your mother would join you, and in those moments she smiles at you and oliver, dotes on you both, sits at the table between her two children as you're all taught how to make dim sims by Nick's family. she laughs, and compliments your attempts, and jokes sweetly like you think a mother probably would. in these moments, you catch nana smiling at her, but it's always tinged with a little sadness.

nick's mother can't bring herself to be in the same room as your mother for more than ten minutes before claiming to feel faint, and retiring to her room for the rest of the day, every time. it doesn't seem to bother your mother too much, who gets on famously with nick's father. she calls him Jamie and he makes her laugh so hard she snorts. you've never heard her do that around anyone else.

("nick's father and your mother were best friends too," your grandmother tells you when both you and nick come to her with questions that your parents pointedly avoid. both of you are eight. oliver is seven and hovering by the door, watching you and nick with wide, blue eyes. you and your current best friend share a confused look, and ask her when; "when they were your age," nana answers, like it should be obvious.)

oliver finds someone new to cling to when he's in singapore. when nick and his cousins get too rough and oliver starts to get overwhelmed, for the first time you're torn. you only get a very brief amount of time to spend with nick, but this is your new little brother and you have to protect him at all costs. except then astrid is at the sliding doors to the villa, scolding the boys for playing too rough with oliver, and he looks at her like she hangs the stars in the sky. oliver, who'd pouted the entire plane ride over and wouldn't say why, tentatively asks you that night if he was allowed to be astrid's bestest friend while you were in singapore.

"because you- you're meant to be my bestest friend, but here you're nicky's bestest friend -" and you realise what he'd been so upset about since he'd gotten the news. you give your blessing, knowing it was a good thing for him to get more comfortable around people who weren't you. astrid is hesitant at first; she was too old for you and her brother's shenanigans, and oliver's even younger, but he's polite and he clearly thinks the world of her, and follows her around like an obedient little duckling, listening patiently to whatever appeared to take her fancy at any given moment. for the first few summers that he does this, she seems rather unsure of what to do with him, ending up treating him kindly and sweetly, but rather like a pet; oliver doesn't complain. as the years and summers go by, the brief age gap seems to matter less and less, and soon you, Nick, Oliver, and Astrid become a tight unit as teenagers, exploring the city together, sharing in the highs and lows of being the social and financial elite.

but as you grow older, nick's mother seems less and less able to look at you. you overhear her speaking to your grandmother about things you will not understand until years later - "your grandchild has their mother's smile" is not spoken like a compliment.

back home, it's the summer after you've turned sixteen, and you will hear your mother and grandmother arguing down the hall from your room.

"you want to force them into the very thing that you fought against at their age- that I fought against on your behalf, by your side, against your father - god rest his soul - when you were their age?" you'd never heard your grandmother shout like that before. still, you crack the door open and peer out. they're at the end of the long corridor, but their voices carry well.

"Wanting to secure a legal partnership and future between our families was never an inherently bad idea," your mother argued back, "just because back then James and I weren't right for each other doesn't change that. Nick and Y/N -" your mother tried.

"I'm not having this argument again," your grandmother sounds so tired, "you're just like your father with those poor children; I can't have this fight again, I just can't."

The next summer, your parents go to Singapore without you or Oliver, and you're given both free reign of the house, or the world if you prefer. It becomes the first of many world tours you take with your brother. Occasionally you stop in and see Nick and Astrid, but both you and Oliver, and the Young siblings, leave the rest of your families at home. None of you talk about why, but you have a feeling you all know.

("we could have been siblings," astrid jokes when you're all at the tail end of your teens and drinking in some bar along the coast of Chile. the other three of you all look at her rather bewildered, "father was telling me he almost brought great shame on the family for not marrying your mum like all our grandparents had been pushing them to do." she laughs like it's an absurd idea, and goes on to say how glad he was that the woman he chose, the woman who became the mother to your two friends across from you, worked so hard to become the matriarch the family needed her to be. you and nick share a long, dubious look. oliver sighs loudly and complains about being hungry, immediately turning the discussion towards food. under the table, he gives your knee a comforting pat.)

also, yes; in their very first meeting, farleigh condescendingly pets Oliver L/N on the knee after being twenty minutes late to their two-person tutoring session, because he didn't think to look the man in the face before touching him so casually, and then only after the damage was done did he realise who was sitting next to him. so now, looking at Oliver, thinking about Oliver, or even seeing you, makes Farleigh feel the entire spectrum of human emotions all at once at full force, and he wants to hide like an actual child. which is to say that he hates oliver l/n for making him feel this way. which way? all of them. any of them. bastard's been in vogue and now he's in farleigh's tutoring sessions acting like a righteous dick half the time.

he hates the man. he's had parasocial crushes on both him and his sibling(you) since he was fifteen that still haven't actually gone away. two things can be true.

#head heart hand fic #felix catton x reader x oliver quick #oliver ln au #cra au #it shouts back

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Farleigh: "Wait, how did you know that?"

Oliver and Reader "Heirs to an International Media and Technology Empire" L/N:

In a world where Oliver and Farleigh arent in actual competition for a place at Saltburn, where Oliver is already well off and secure and doesn't try and sabotage Farleigh and is only like, a vague academic annoyance and personal pest to Farleigh at times, I have to believe they develop a, like "no-ones allowed to bully you but me" dynamic where they like each other so much more than either will ever willingly admit. Outwardly they're so mean to each other, but you, Felix, and Venetia stop being concerned about it when you realise that snarking at each other is Oliver and Farleigh's love language. They also defend each other when someone else talks shit, but only if whoever's being spoken badly of is no within earshot.

When Farleigh realises the straight up illegal things you and your brother are capable of, he has this moment of terror realising that his browser history is not, nor has it ever been safe. He'd threatened both Catton siblings with violent, bloody death if they ever spoke of his teenage crush on Oliver, but he realises that his still-active LiveJournal account may be his undoing.

He subtly tries to figure out if either you or Oliver had already got any dirt on him that he hadn't explicitly told you about, and is mortified when Oliver all but confirms as much.

Except that Farleigh realises that Oliver's never weaponised any of it against him, or even made mention that he knew as a way to manipulate him, to hold it over Farleigh's head, even when their banter had gotten particularly cruel and personal. He hadn't even acted like he'd known, even though Farleigh now knew that he definitely did. Maybe Farleigh's teenage feelings weren't as misplaced as he'd been believing. Maybe Oliver, for all his faults, wasn't nearly as much of a bastard as Farleigh had been believing since he'd finally met him in person.

#head heart hand fic #oliver ln au #felix catton x reader x oliver quick #farleigh start x oliver quick #farleigh x oliver #saltburn x reader #saltburn imagine #it shouts back