❝ you're stuck in my head and i can't get you out of it, if i could do it all again, i know i'd go back to you ❞ where a sixteen year old boy realises he has feelings for his best friend. [basically the goldfinch but gayer]

When that familiar, black-curled, pale boy is around, Theodore feels a kaleidoscope of butterflies march in his stomach. [Average word count: 500-700. Average chapter word count: 1,500-2,000. characters belong to donna tart, creator of the goldfinch.]

hi uh i currently don't know what i'm doing but please enjoy this:) ! (NO SMUT)

"But who would hold my hand and sit in my disgusting rot?" "Your rot is lovely" - Started 12/24/19

a masquerade ball, where old friends meet again under the fate of masks.

guys, gals, and nonbinary pals I present to you, probably one of the most cliche stories ever (currently under editing)