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russellsppttemplates · 3 months

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That’s bullshit if I’ve heard of any (Lando Norris)

Lando finally had enough of seeing you hurt like that

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Tw: reader's self-doubt and low self esteem, loneliness, curse words, mentions a bad date with a rude person

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"Are you sure you want me to come over?", you asked your best friend over the phone, refusing to accept that he had no better plans for his Friday night now that he was not racing.

"Is this your way of telling me you don't want to come over? Because that's fine, I'll stay in - are you going somewhere though? Like a date?", Lando said over the phoneline.

"Bold of you to assume I would have plans, and with a date nonetheless", you muttered, "all I'm saying is if you have something better to do, you should go do it!", you explained, not wanting to get into the topic too deeply.

"There's nothing better than spending time with my bestfriend! Do you need me to pick you up or do you feel comfortable driving at this time of night?", he wondered, "I'll be there in 10 then", you chatted off, ending the call.

Looking around your room, you found clothes that were both comfortable and presentable in case, with your usual luck, you were pulled over by the police and had to come out of your car.

Lando finally had some time off before the season began and he wanted to spend it with you. While you were usually able to fly out to most of the European races and even travel the long distance to other race tracks, this season you had more responsibilities to juggle between your internship, your studies and your family.

He arranged the pillows on the sofa and brought out your favourite snacks, getting his place ready while occupying the time until you rang his doorbell, walking up to the door so he could let you inside, "hey!", he greeted, excited to finally have you with him after weeks where you both had been busy.

"Hey", you said, nudging his hip slightly with yours as you went to the shoe cabinet, leaving your shoes there and putting on your slippers you kept at his house.

Following him silently to the living room, you watched him sit down as you took in the comfort his place made you feel.

"You're not okay", Lando stated, "I noticed when we were on the phone".

"So this is a pity visit?", you wondered, "That's why you called me over?", you grumbled, feeling the blush erupt on your cheeks along with a little annoyance.

"I never said that! I, I called you and then noticed you weren't okay! Scoot, scoot, I got a tray full of goodies for us to eat", Lando urged, pushing the blanket to the side so you could get in the warm cocoon he created with the soft fabric along with pillows in various shapes and sizes you had insisted he needed to make the place feel more home-y.

"Are you going to talk about what's on your mind or do you want to watch this new show in silence?", he wondered, pointing the remote at the TV.

"I don't want to talk about it, not now anyway", you grumbled, finding your perfect position as you laid against your bestfriend, his arm going around your shoulders as you snuggled your legs under the blanket.

The new show ended up involving a romantic couple which only heightened your feelings. Lately, it was all you could see. Everyone around you seemed to have something romantic going on and they were happy with it. One of your friends was even convinced that she would be proposed to within the next few months, and you were single. Soon enough after you entered these thoughts, they pulled you to questions like why won't people love me? why am I single? what is it that doesn't attract people to me? and the one that you had yet to find a proper answer to, the list becoming too long for your own good am I unlovable?

"Can we watch something else, please?", you asked after debating for a few minutes wether or not you should interrupt, "I'm sorry, but I'm not enjoying it that much", you mumbled.

"That's okay, Y/N, I'll just put on one of our reruns", he smiled, changing the streaming platform and looking for the square on the screen, "if you want to just lay here, that's fine, too", he encouraged.

"At least I'm not alone with my thoughts", you mumbled again, looking at the ceiling as Lando moved his neck to join you, "I'm not sure what you mean, but I'm here for you anyway", he squeezed your hand that found its way to his own.

"It's just, - I've been reflecting? I don't even know if that's the word, but I've been feeling lonely", you blurted, still unsure if you were voicing all of it.

Lando hummed, urging you to continue, "like, I'm craving to have somebody there for me, someone who I know is in my corner, who I feel totally comfortable with. My brother was telling me all about the stuffed bunny his girlfriend asked him to take care off! I want that with someone", you pouted.

Lando tensed, rearranging his position on the sofa to look at you softly as you kept looking at his white ceiling.

"Maybe I should be less opinionated, less vocal about what I think and feel", you mused.

You'd lose your essence, Lando thought as he heard you rant on and on about the traits you wanted to change about yourself.

"Changing something physical is harder, but maybe I can change that, right? Be a bit quieter with what I say, measure my opinions, say yes and agree with things more", you shrugged, shaking the whole thing off of your body, wanting to rid yourself of the thought, "I can't, I won't be able to do that, they'd notice it straight away", you sighed.

As the night went on, Lando quickly changing the subject, you spoke about anything that came to mind until you looked at your watch, "Fuck, it's so late, I have to go", you stood up quickly, bending to pick your slippers up from the floor when he stopped you, "stay in the guest bedroom for tonight. Sleep here", he tried.

"Is it because I said I was lonely? I was just venting it out, you don't need to worry about me being a loner", you tried your best to assure it.

"No, you muppet. I'm doing it because I don't like the idea of you having to drive all the way back at this time of night", he reasoned, getting up himself and walking with you to the guest bedroom.

"Is this still made from the last time I was here?", you wondered, looking at the sheets.

"I made it before you came here! And I've washed the sheets, thank you very much. You have a fresh bed to sleep on", he smiled charmingly.

"Thanks", you smiled back, grabbing the clothes you usually wore to sleep when you stayed over from the drawer, "those have been washed, too", he pointed, "if you need anything, I'm in my usual spot", he winked, "Good night, Y/N, sleep tight!".

"Thanks for this", you gestured, "Good night, Lando", you said before he saluted you playfully, closing the door behind him.

Using the ensuite for your night routine, you changed into the shorts and Lando's t-shirt, noticing that all of the washes had made it smell less of his cologne and more of the scented fabric softener he uses.

The t-shirt fit snug against your hips, embracing your curvy body as you got under the sheets, letting the weight of them lull you to sleep and slow down your thoughts.

Lando was driving to a restaurant he knew well enough. He had had a few dates there before, one team dinner and a few family birthdays too whenever they were in town.

But right now, he was picking you up. From a date that apparently wasn't going well since he got a text from you asking him to pick you up.

"Hey, gorgeous girl", he said once he opened the car window as he parked in front of the restaurant, thankful that it wasn't too busy and no one seemed to notice or care that he was there.

"Thanks for picking me up", you mumbled as you sat down, pulling on your seatbelt and nothing your bestfriend's gaze on you, silently questioning you.

"He was an asshole", you explained, "kept asking me if I was sure of what I was doing, if I knew any Formula One drivers - don't worry, didn't out anything - and then he just kept being rude to me, to the waiter, who was wonderful by the way".

"I didn't mean him. I don't care about him, I care about you", Lando said, driving back to his place, assuming you'd want to have someone close by that wouldn't ask too many questions.

"It was just another one where it didn't go well", you mumbled, letting your head rest on the window and looking out at the lights illuminating the city.

"Do you want to go to my place?", Lando asked, knowing you wouldn't want to be pushed about the subject, "yes, please", you said.

As soon as you got inside his place, you took your shoes off, walking up to the spare bedroom to leave your bag in there, "thank you for picking me up, you're the best, Lando", you smiled as you rested against the door frame.

"No worries, okay? Sleep tight, I have good plans for tomorrow so this will be out of your mind", he smiled a small one.

"Night night, Lando", you said back, closing the door behind you and letting the tears finally fall.

It was horrible. The way he treated other people should have been the first clue and red flag, but somehow it still surprised you how he conducted the whole date. You weren't expecting a prince or a gentleman, but you expected human decency and it turns out you were not afforded that. He kept leaving snarky comments about his exes. He was rude, sexist and definitely not your type, and after splitting the bill, you informed him that someone would come to pick you up.

Could someone be unlovable? Not worthy of love to the point where anyone they attracted to their presence just wasn't a match and they had to be content with the bare minimum?

Splashing some water on your face and wiping it with the towel, you took one good look in the mirror. It looks like it's going to be you for a while, so you might as well get used to it, Y/N.

When morning rolled around, Lando was the first to wake up, getting ready and heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of you. He wanted to make something special, because even though you had your tough shell on yesterday, he knew you were feeling it deeply and painfully.

This quest of yours was doing you more harm than good. And it wasn't helping him either. For a few years, Lando figured, he has loved you. At first, it wasn't a clear sentiment. You were best friends, obviously there was a deeper connection. But then it felt so much all the time, there was never a break for the butterflies on his stomach or for the jealous green eyed monster whenever you so much as mentioned anyone else. He wouldn't dare say it, but he's so glad your date last night sucked.

As he prepared your coffee, your footsteps approached, "Good morning", you croaked out. You looked like you hadn't slept well, which Lando figured was a given considering the heard you move a lot during the night.

"Good morning, I made this for you. The balcony had nice sunlight right now, I figured you'd enjoy breakfast there", he attempted, bringing a small smile to your lips as you thanked him for the mug, "I'll bring the rest shortly", he called.

As you looked out to the always busy streets, you took in their quickness and rush. How it was all fleeting and momentary.

Lando placed the tray on the table, arranging it so you both could reach everything.

"I heard you crying last night", he began, his fist clenched at the memory as he sat down.

"I'm fine", you shrugged.

"I don't think you are, and I don't want you to suffer, Y/N", he insisted, unusually bold considering he knew which territory he was stepping into.

"It's not easy to come to terms with the fact that I'm single and that it might look like that for a bit, and who even knows how long that 'bit' might actually be", you chuckled, looking at him expecting his understanding gaze but being face with furrowed brows instead along with a scoff. "What? It's not like I'm being unreasonable, I'm just stating the facts", you squinted.

"That's not how it works, and you know that Y/N", he sternly spoke, straightening his back and facing you completely.

It was your time to laugh and scoff a little, "unless something changes within me, I'm sure this is how I'll find myself in the foreseeable", you shock your head.

"All of those things you want to change about yourself? Or that you say you should change to make you more likeable and lovable? That's dimming your light and your spark", Lando bit back, having had enough of it, "if someone loved you after all of those changes, they wouldn't love you for who you are, they would love a fabricated version of you. You're not unlovable", he smiled at the irony of it all. How after all these years, he still hadn't plucked up the courage to tell you how he felt about you.

"How can you say that when you have everyone falling at your feet? Women see you and they're ready to have anything you'll give them! You don't have to change who you are because someone made you feel like you couldn't be loved because of who you are and what you do!", you bit back, sensing a tone in him that was unusual and certainly not comfortable.

“I just need to know who the fuck told you you don’t deserve to be loved, because I’m about to beat their asses up", Lando called, elbows supported on the chair's arms as he looked at you.

"No one's ever told me, I'm probably the one saying it to myself, the rest of the people just make me feel like I'm unlovable, so if you want to hit me, I would prefer you didn't, I bruise quite easily", you tried to joke, not wanting to let your mind wander to the parallel utopian reality where your bestfriend feels the same way about you.

"Then it's all the people that made you feel unloved", Lando said, "none of them deserved a second of your attention, but I can give them a second of mine just for that".

“That’s a lot of people you’re gonna have to beat up, then, and I’m not sure if I want to bail you out of jail for that. We can't all have full bank accounts like yours", you joked again, watching him as he kept on with the subject.

"Stop joking about this! I'm being serious with you, Y/N! You deserve all of the love in the world - and even that wouldn't be enough!", he got up.

“Please, I think we have both realised and reached the conclusion that maybe I’m just not meant to be loved", you added.

“That’s bullshit if I’ve heard of any! No one’s not meant to be loved. There’s someone out there for you, and I think I’ve made it clear that, if it’s really not anyone else, then that someone’s me”, he stopped in front of you. There it was. Out in the open for everyone to hear. His balcony was covered and closed, something he was grateful about as he confessed his love for you.

"You can't joke about this", it was your turn to mention it, getting up as he took your hand in his.

"I'm not, Y/N, I'm really not", he whispered, resting his forehead in yours.

"Kiss me", you pleaded. He was quick to comply to your request, hand cupping your cheek as he tasted the bitter coffee from your lips and felt you unravel to him in a way he didn't think was possible anymore.

"I have loved you for so long, Lando", you whispered once you pulled away for air, "and I couldn't imagine a world where anyone would love me back, let alone you", you admitted, looking into his beautiful orbs.

"You don't have to make any effort to imagine it anymore, baby. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. You're so loved and I'll be damned if I don't show you how much everyday of our lives", he smiled, kissing your lips again as your hands travelled to his messy curls.

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runningfrom2am · 6 months

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leveling the playing field VI

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.6k (she's long today DAMN)

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and discussion of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing

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You walked back to the academy, still too high on adrenaline to even consider sleeping at that point. By the time Coryo made it back in, it was nearly eight am. You totally understand him wanting to get a bit of extra sleep, considering the night you just had- but who knows how long he was with Dr. Gaul.

Other mentors had started to arrive before he did, and almost everyone made it clear they didn't want to speak with you. You didn't have the energy to chat anyway, you didn't want to. You're endlessly relieved when Coryo arrives, notifying you of his presence with a hand on your shoulder. You jump at this, regardless of his effort to not scare you.

The chair scrapes across the floor and you feel everyone's eyes on you at the dramatic reaction. To him, it really wasn't shocking.

"Sorry- I'm sorry." You chuckle, quickly getting up to give him his spot back.

"Have you slept?" He asks, making no effort to reclaim the desk, noticing how your hands are shaking as you motion for him to sit.

You aren't sure what the safer answer is. Yes, I slept while I was supposed to be watching over Lucy Gray? Or no, I'm still running on the two hours I got a couple of days ago? Neither is very promising, so you decide to just be honest.

"No, uh, I've been watching for Lucy Gray." You point to the screen, unable to control the trembling of your hand as you do. "I couldn't sleep if I wanted to, so I just decided to start drinking coffee a few hours ago. Might as well commit." You explain, trying to force positivity into your tone and a smile on your face.

Coryo eyes you warily. "You should go home. Get some rest."

"No! No, I'm fine." You insist. "I'm not missing it."

"Go home and sleep." He says again, sternly this time. You tend to listen to him when he's commanding so he clung to that approach, but the look in your eyes immediately makes him regret it.

You look down, then back to your seat on the bench. You take a shaky breath before locking eyes with the blonde again. You're full of impulses that contradict each other. To listen to him, to snap and tell him not to speak to you like that, or to storm out and never come back. Realistically, he is under a ridiculous amount of stress. You can't blame him for being a little commandeering. After all, it's what he is meant to do. It's what he's been raised for. "I told you. I can't."

Realization dawns on him and he stares at you for a second, eyes widening. "Right." He nods slightly, shrugging off his coat and holding it out to you. "Just go lay down on the bench." He accentuates his point by shaking the jacket.

You smile, taking it gratefully. "Thank you, Coryo."

"'Course." He nods, finally moving to sit down once you walk away. You settle down on the bench and curl up, your head resting on his bunched-up uniform jacket like it's a pillow. You're not sure you've ever been so comfortable, and you're asleep within a minute.

Coriolanus wonders if his coat will smell like raspberries when you return it.

"What's he doing?" You hear Coryo's accusatory voice before you even open your eyes. As you try and shift, adjusting to the sounds of everyone around you, you come back to reality. No wonder your neck is sore as soon as you sit up, sore from your wooden bed, with no time to really wake up before you're hit with the realization of what's happening on the screen.

"I-I don't know!" Lysistrata says, assumingly replying to him.

You're squinting at the lights as you adjust, the figures of Lucy Gray and Jessup becoming clear as he chases her in her rainbow dress out of the tunnel and across the floor, booking it toward a pile of debris that would allow her to climb up into the stands.

"What's happening?" You ask pointlessly, standing now that you see Coryo is as well.

Lysistrata looks at you, shrugging helplessly as she stands next to Coryo.

"Hey! You promised me that if I-" You start, pacing toward the girl with determination, anger burning up in your chest and in your eyes.

"Y/N/N, wait-" Coriolanus holds his hand out to stop you, effectively his attack dog, from getting any closer. From telling her off for blowing your deal. He squints closer at the screen, not saying a word, just leaving you in a limbo- unsure what to do.

As the camera zooms in on the tribute, his theory is confirmed. Jessup has a white foam surrounding his mouth, and Coryo looks at you knowingly. Had Lucy Gray poisoned him? Surely not, he was her only ally. It was too early to take him out, but maybe she didn't think that through, maybe-

"Rabies." You say, hardly above a whisper, eyes locked back on the screen now as well. "That's why the medications didn't help."

Coriolanus is relieved by this explanation, it makes so much more sense. But only knowing what's wrong doesn't help Lucy Gray, Jessup is still fully feral, chasing her up in the stands on wobbly legs as she makes her way to what is left of a concession stand.

"If she can just stay away, he won't last long in this state." Lysistrata says, looking on with sadness in her eyes. "Poor Jessup..."

"Coryo." You say, ignoring her sympathies, seeing Coryo's mind running miles a minute trying to figure out what to do. "Do you remember those posters in the war? When the rabies breakout happened?" You ask, holding onto his arm, giving him a light shake to snap him out of it. "They said that-"

You don't get to finish before he's reaching for the comunicuff. Water, of course.

"Wait." Lysistrata stops him, grabbing the arm that was reaching for the screen.

"Don't touch him! Jessup's going to die anyway! All we can do is try to keep him away- you just said that!" You fire off at her.

"I know, Y/N." She lets him go, holding her hands out defensively. "Let me do it. He's my tribute, after all."

"Lyssie... You don't have to do that." Coriolanus tells her, and you feel guilty for snapping on her like that. She was just trying to help.

"If Jessup can't win, I want it to be Lucy Gray. That's what he would want, too." She explains, stepping back to her desk, tapping away at the screen and sending in water bottles on faulty drones that are more likely to knock the tributes out and smash the bottle than successfully deliver it to their hand.

Thankfully, this is what you want. You watch quietly as Jessup is bombarded with drones programmed to seek out his features, and Lucy Gray drops behind some of the seats to avoid any flying glass or stray drones. He swings helplessly at them with a board he picked up somewhere along the chase, and you glance at Lyssie for only a second, which is long enough to pick up on the fact that she's crying. God, that's probably your fault.

He trips and falls off the stands, bones audibly cracking on impact. Everyone in the room is silent as Lucy Gray reemerges, climbing down to be at his side.

"God, please don't let him die alone..." Lysistrata whispers, hardly audible even to Coriolanus, who's stood right next to her.

"She won't." He whispers back. "It's not her style."

You swallow, drowning in your own guilt while Lucy Gray is talking to the dying boy, stroking his hair and telling him to go to sleep until his eyes lose all sense of life, chest halting. She closes his eyes gently, which cues the buzzer announcing his death.

"Lyssie..." You stop her as she stands to leave, her eyes glassy. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what you were doing."

She laughs slightly, more tears spilling from her eyes. "Y/N. I know you, okay? I get it. Don't apologize if you don't mean it." Until she finished speaking, you didn't realize her laughs were bitter. "You can't keep taking out your anger issues on everyone else. I'm sick of it, everyone is sick of it- sick of you." She says, not giving you the chance to defend yourself before she's gone. You did mean it, but it's not like she'd ever believe that. You had done this to yourself.

You straighten your shoulders, turning to face the screen again. "Lysistrata will come around." Coryo says, sensing the tension radiating off your skin like a heater.

You just slightly shake your head. "Maybe I... Maybe I should go home. Just for a bit." You say, but it comes out more as a question.

"You should stay." He states, offhandedly sending some food in for Lucy Gray before turning to face you fully. He could guess why you don't want to go home, whether or not you were explicitly told to not return until the games were done, though, he doesn't know. Either way, for him, it wasn't worth the risk.

"Actually, yeah, you're right." You sniff. "I'm just having a moment. I'll be fine." You force a smile, blinking rapidly to push back those stubborn tears that wanted to spill.

"No, no that's not what I meant. I just meant..." Coryo trails off.

"It's okay." You smile and nod. "Can I just get some air, then? I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Please. Don't rush on my account." He nods. "But don't stray too far."

"Yes sir, Mister President." You joke, giving him a lazy salute before heading for the door.

You had been gone for a while, far too long for Coriolanus's comfort. Lucy Gray retreated into the tunnels after receiving the food he sent and seeing Reaper come back into the clearing. Now, with Lucky rambling on about the weather again, he felt like he would snap.

He double-checks once more that Lucy Gray is, in fact, still hiding, before he gets up to go after you.

It doesn't take Coryo long to find you, due to him tracking down the sound of crying in the hall. No doubt in his mind it was you, but he'd never seen you cry before.

You stop at the sound of footsteps, frantically wiping your eyes and nose on your sleeve as you make an effort to stand. By then, he's in front of you.

"Don't get up." He says, crouching down in front of you. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know exactly why you're crying, or how to help. He wishes he did, he would do just about anything. "What do you need?"

You shake your head, forcing a smile and trying to stand anyway. Coryo stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "I-I don't.." You start, but as soon as you speak the tears start flowing again and you feel like you can't breathe.

"It's okay. Hey, you're okay." He says, pulling you into his arms, effectively onto his lap as he sits back. One thing he knows that works with you is a hug- it's all he can do while he thinks over what could be the root of your problem, or was it just that Lysistrata's comment pushed you over the edge? You were overtired, overworked, and this easily could have been the last straw.

Through your tears, you try to tell him that you're fine, but you just stutter and spit and you know you're a mess- a mortification to your family.

"I'm not sick of you, Y/N." Coryo says, rubbing your back. Feeling your hair between his fingers and trying not to tangle it or pull it by mistake. "I could never get sick of you."

It surprises him when you laugh. Of all things, a laugh. It was just so you.

His statement was more of a confession to himself than to you, and when you pull back he's scared. Was it not about that? Was he way off base, or incredibly unhelpful and somehow offended you?

You sniff, wiping your eyes again. "Thanks," You chuckle, shaking your head. "But you don't have to say that."

Coryo tilts his head, confusion knitted into his expression. "I do." He insists, able to look into your eyes now. "I have to tell you that because it's the truth."

You sigh, smiling slightly. Sadly. "You don't see it."

"See it? See what?"

You just shrug, making no attempts to move away. His hands on you, the feeling of him almost surrounding you is comforting. You want to live in it forever, but you know you can't. "Just... That I'm me, I guess." You say, voice cracking. "You're unflinching to it." You're abrasive sometimes, defensive, and some would call you an overall angry person. He doesn't see you that way, and you're not sure why. Today you were slapped in the face with the fact that your actions have consequences more serious than what your parents can make up for with money or unwritten agreements.

"What's wrong with being you?" He asks rhetorically, not giving you a chance for you to argue before he continues. "You did the right thing. They're jealous- that's all it is. None of them fight for what they want like you, they just sit around and wait for it to be handed to them on a silver platter, and you could too, but you're better than that. You're better than them. Stronger than them."

With his hands now moved up to your shoulders, he's shaking you gently, trying to get your mind to soak in what he's telling you. To believe it, because he knows he's right. The reason others avoid you is the very reason he is drawn to you- your ambition is unmatched, except, maybe, by his own.

"Do you understand, Y/N?" Coryo asks, pressing one hand to your cheek and staring deep into your eyes as if he could somehow look into your mind and grab hold of what Lysistrata said, replacing it with his vision of who you are. "You are perfect. They are fools."

Your smile had gone, ready to fight his point, but it returned by the time his rant was done, blush creeping its way across your cheeks and over your nose. "Perfect is a bit of a strong word." You speak softly. "Don't you think?"

"No. I don't." He shakes his head slightly, running his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear.

The air became thick with everything he said circulating in your head like a carousel. A relentless spinning cycle with Coryo's every word circling around itself and caging in your panic. The spinning seemed to slow after a moment, as if giving you a chance to catch your breath.

Seemingly, in your experience with him, compliments were few and far between. To others, anyway. Not that you were keeping track, but if receiving compliments from Coriolanus Snow was a race you would be winning by a mile, and that's exactly what it felt like every time.

He tilts your chin up again, the same way he had just a couple of days ago in the arena, drawing your eyes back to his. It takes every ounce of his focus to keep his hand from shaking.

Truth be told, the desperate honesty in his eyes was enough to convince you he was right. You are better than them, smarter than them, stronger than them. If Lysistrata and your other classmates chose to hate you for that, that was because of fear. You'd be lying if you tried to say it didn't make you feel better, even powerful. Coriolanus thought it was right, so how could it not be?

You smile, nodding slightly within his grasp. "You're right, aren't you?"

"Always." He validates your entire thought process just like that.

You can't help it anymore. The power of his words push you past the brink, leaning forward to meet his lips with your own. Coryo pulls you forward with his firm and gentle hold on your cheek, meeting you half way. And as he kisses you, heart pounding out of his chest, you both feel fucking invincible.

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hi omg i love your works sm !! each one is so cute and i love your dialogue for the characters 🫶 i've read most of them but i'll be going back to reread and reblog them bcos u deserve the love 🤍

i wanted 2 ask if ur requests were open ? it's okay if they aren't ofc !! but i had this idea earlier about dentist / orthodontist iwaizumi or oikawa ! and i've been looking thru the hq writers that i've reblogged from n u came up ! the idea is pretty broad but i was thinking more of a build up from patient-dentist (?) to lovers, smth like that ! idk if ure up for it then do ur magic but otherwise i hope u have a great day and i'm looking forward to reading more from u 💞💞💞

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thank you so much for your love!! I never wrote much AU before so this was such a fun idea and I hope I did it justice<3

word count; 1353 – gn!reader, dentist Oikawa AU, patient-dentist to lovers, suggestive

You're not so fond of going to the dentist. Luckily, your teeth didn’t give you many problems growing up, but your parents were urging you to get a check-up appointment after you moved away to a new city. Better to establish a dentist before the issues come up, they would say.

So you did, you made an appointment with dentist Oikawa Tooru and made your way to his office a few weeks later. His waiting list wasn’t exactly short. Not that you had to wonder why for long because…

that is one gorgeous man!

“You need to floss more regularly,” he added as if it just came naturally for him, which it probably did. You lay on the seat as he looked over all the basic stuff, rinsing and picking at your teeth. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see yourself attracting him very much with your mouth wide open and lips scrubbed dry already, so you just accepted your fate.

“I’m not really a dancer but I’ll try,” Oikawa stopped what he was doing and the swivel chair he sat on slowly turned towards you. That’s like something Makki would say, he thought. And that’s not a compliment.

“How old are you, 10?” he asked but quickly cleared his throat when the secretary seemed to eye him from her desk. She always said he shouldn’t have an attitude with customers.

“Some would say I’m a 10 out of 10!” you responded, joyfully watching as his patience wore thin. Oh, how fun to find cracks in that perfect exterior.

He sighed, shook his head, and turned back to the monitor. You started looking at the ceiling, counting the dots and lines in the ugly pattern until you lost count and started over. Is that a headache creeping up on you?

Finally, Oikawa rolled back over. You blinked a couple of times to shake off the view of the ceiling and actually focus on him. “Open.” Wouldn’t mind hearing him command you like that in another setting, you thought, suddenly avoiding eye contact again but still doing as he said. Dentists are not supposed to be this attractive. “Your wisdom teeth on this side, do they hurt?” he asked, pointing to the cheek he was referring to.

You thought about it, humming in thought. “Yes, especially after eating. Lots of food gets stuck in there too.”

“We can set up another appointment to get them removed,” he informed you. “It should be mostly covered by insurance if I say it’s necessary.”

You nodded, licking your lips as they felt so dry from his gloved hands running over them. “Will…” he was about to stand up but stopped for a moment to listen to you. “…you be doing that?”

A small humorous sound left his lips, and it sounded so melodic you were in a trance. “That could be arranged.”

Two weeks later, you’re back at the reception of your dentist's office, asking for Oikawa. You agreed to do the procedure with a local sedative, as you didn’t have that many close friends in this city yet that could pick you up, so two assistants were currently making sure you wouldn’t feel anything around your mouth for the next hours. Unfortunately, this called for you to stay quiet, and you were honestly just excited to see Dr. Hottie again.

Your prayers were answered, and after they left you to soak in the numb feeling in your mouth for about ten minutes, Oikawa walked through the door. “Hey there, little dancer.” he greeted you.

“Hi!” you cooed, but it sounded odd when you couldn’t feel your lips. You frowned, trying to look down at your lips for a moment before giving up. Oikawa clicked his tongue from where he watched you, shaking his head before putting gloves on. Everything he did seemed so elegant, but you had a sense there was a dorky side to him.

“It might hurt a bit, but just tap me if you need me to adjust, okay?” he informed you, looking into your eyes for an answer.

You nodded, sucking in a quick breath. His eyes were pretty. Swirly, like chocolate ice cream. “Yes, I got it.” You bit your top lip, sheepishly continuing. “My safeword is toothbrush.”

Oikawa seemed to chuckle under his breath, he hesitated to humour you but still gave in. “Good to know. I was half expecting a stupid joke about tap dancing.” he hummed before picking up the first tool he needed and swiftly getting to it. It wasn’t very fortunate, to have him stare at your face as your cheeks flushed red, but it was worth witnessing the self-satisfied smirk on his face.

The procedure didn’t take too long. He struggled with the lower tooth, so an assistant came in to help him and the two conversed like you weren’t even there. When it was finally done, Oikawa pressed a button so you were adjusted into a seated position. You let your lips run frantically over your chapped lips, reaching for the small cup of water he provided you. And had you not been busy with the aftermath of the procedure, you would have noticed the way he watched you for a moment too long before getting up and throwing away his gloves.

Oikawa knew it was inappropriate. His breath shouldn’t have stuttered when he saw you in the waiting room for the check-up, he shouldn’t have sent you a small wave before calling your name to let you know he was ready for you, and he shouldn’t have put his hand on your back while leading you to his station. He just found you entertaining, that’s what he told himself, but he definitely looked off his game when you finally sat down for him to check the stitches from the procedure.

“Everything alright there, doc?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. Oikawa waved his hand as if it was nothing, laughing under his breath.

“No worries, I was just-” he pursed his lips before pointing at you with the little tool in his hand. “Do you like pasta?”

Your jaw loosened in disbelief. “Pasta? I guess I do, is that bad for my teeth or something?” you asked a bit awkwardly.

“There’s this new Italian restaurant down the street. You should go there,” he said. “With me, I mean.”

Oikawa’s penthouse apartment was pretty nice, so you two basically spent most of your time there after a couple of dates led to stumbling through your front door with your lips locked together. He had complained about the small bed and creaking floor of your apartment, which led him to take you home to his place the morning after.

Now you were sitting on the marble countertop in the bathroom with Oikawa standing between your legs, and it was similar to something you had dreamed up before when imagining life with a boyfriend. The difference was, you weren’t kissing or anything like that. No, your mouth was wide open as your handsome boyfriend checked your teeth before bed after you brushed them. “This is a bit unusual, don’t you think?” you managed to say, making him pout as you accidentally left a small bite on his pointer finger.

“You’re a bit unusual, but here we are,” he mumbled, but still hummed in appreciation at what he observed. “I knew the electric toothbrush would help.”

Finally, he leaned an arm on each side of you on the counter so you could have a kiss, which you’d say was a much better reward for being good at the dentist than the ones you would get when you were younger. “You truly are a genius, Tooru.” you cooed sarcastically. He kissed you again and hummed, savouring the aftertaste of your toothpaste. The expensive kind.

“Maybe I’m such a good dentist that my kisses clean your teeth,” he said, and it shouldn’t work. It shouldn’t be charming. It was cheesy, made no sense and created some disturbing mental images. But you savoured it nonetheless, accepting every kiss he gave you and returning it with the same sweetness.

Luckily, this dental nerd is all yours.

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Chapter 4: The Love She Holds

Series: “She” Word count: 2,7k+ Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader Warnings: 18+; mayans mc typical warnings, unwanted touch, SMUT kinda A/n: What we're all been waiting for ✨ PS. If I reread this one more time before posting I'll probably scrape it all bcs I'm never satisfied 😩 If you enjoyed reading this please reblog and let me know your thoughts!

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For the next few days, Angel can’t look you in the eyes—hell, he can’t even bring himself to leave his room when he hears you shuffling around the apartment. He waits for the sound of the lock shifting in the door before he can bring himself to stick his head out of his safe haven.

Angel knows he’s the one that fucked up this whole thing with you. He was lonely, and you were in his life for such a long ass time. You’ve never let him down—not even once. You are the sweetest person he’s ever met, yet you can still kick his ass when he’s being a dick. Falling in love with you was inevitable, but he didn’t know it would happen so fast—so soon.

The man sighs as he leans his elbows on the wooden counter, listening to the wheezing of the coffee machine as hot black liquid spurts into the mug. The sound was tickling his nerves in a certain—very annoying—way. It didn’t make him even slightly angry before the bath incident, but now he just can’t stand it—it makes his head hurt.

He slams his fist onto the counter, cursing loudly. The coffee spills over the edge of the mug and barely misses his hand.

“I should fuckin’ do something,” he murmurs to himself through clenched teeth. Since when was he afraid to go after a woman he loves? He’s never been a goddamn pussy. What changed?

You are just so different than anyone Angel’s ever been with. He doesn’t want to lose you—can’t fucking stand the thought of you walking away. He has to do something.

He drops Maverick off at Felipe’s house—gives them some abuelo-nieto time while he drives over to the bar where you work. It’s a shithole—a very suspicious one at that—yet the parking lot in front is almost full. The neon sign above the door flashes on and off when Angel slams the door of his car shut. Jesus, it’s gonna give someone a headache or a fucking seizure.

Entering this building was probably one of the worst mistakes in life—the man thinks as he’s greeted by a couple almost going at it by the entrance. The skinny blond dude has his hand down the poor girl’s skimpy skirt as she moans loudly in his ear, hips rolling into his palm. Fucking disgusting.

He was doing the same exact shit back in the day when he was dumb, reckless, and didn’t care about anyone other than himself. But now the view makes him almost gag.

The brunet pushes past the lovebirds—or rather fuckbirds—through the narrow hallway to the main area. The dimmed red lights flashing above his head and the music that makes every wall pulse with the beat make it seem like more of a club rather than a bar. He’s surprised when he takes a few more steps and a woman dressed in booty shorts with her whole tits out passes by him with a tray full of colorful shots. What the fuck is this place?

Angel looks around wildly, searching the topless women’s faces in fear he’ll recognize one of them. He pushes past the swaying bodies in the middle of the room, and then he sees you—working behind the bar.

He’s relieved when he notices that your chest is covered by one of those bralette thingies you like to wear so much. But he’s not sure whether this relief comes from not wanting the pathetic men around the bar to stare at your perfect body or not wanting to get another surprise boner in front of you.

“You didn’t tell me you’re a bartender now,” he yells through the loud music as your gaze finds him, your eyes widening in shock.

You serve one of the men at the bar a bottle of beer, popping the cap simultaneously, then you come back to Angel and squint at him, trying to find a clue as to why he turned up at your workplace and how he even knew where to find you. This bar was almost an hour's drive away from Santo Padre.

“What the hell are you doing here? I do not have time to put up with your shit right now, Angel,” you sneer at him as you lean over the bar in hopes he’ll hear you better, take the hint and retreat back to his car.

“I’m fucking sorry, alright?!” He throws his hands in the air in exasperation, almost knocking a drink out of some poor girl’s hand.

You blink once, then twice, and your eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, “Fuck off.” You whip around and go the opposite way to serve another customer.

That’s definitely not how Angel imagined this conversation would go. He didn’t know you were that mad at him. He was a moron to think you’d accept his apology without a peep in the middle of a sea of drunk strangers. This wasn’t a goddamn telenovela.

The man sighs deeply in annoyance before following you to the other side of the bar. “Querida, can we talk? Give me five fucking minutes.”

At first, he’s sure you’ll just ignore him as your eyes almost pop out of your skull—that’s how hard you roll them at his words—but then you turn to him with teary eyes. “I’m at work. I can’t. You really couldn’t wait and ambush me when I’m home?”

“It was an impulse,” he admits. Angel knew it was pretty dumb to think that if he came here, you’d drop everything, so he could explain himself and get rid of this guilt that’s been eating him alive for the past few days. “Please, querida.”

“Oh, for god’s sake,” you curse under your breath before waving over the other bartender and shouting through the noise to her that you’re taking a break.

You join Angel on the other side of the counter and tug at his kutte, leading him toward the exit. Before you can even reach the hallway, someone bumps into you, their hands grabbing at your naked waist.

“Hey there, bonita,” the man greets you. The smell of his cologne and cigarettes makes your eyes widen—you know it very well.

Angel stands there for a second, his left brow raised in annoyance and confusion because you seem to know this guy—and he really doesn’t like that thought. He pushes the stranger’s hands off your body with a sneer.

“Man, don’t fucking touch her like that.”

You catch Angel’s forearm and squeeze almost painfully, your nails digging into his inked skin. You don’t turn your head toward him even for a quarter of a second.

“The hell? We’re friends, big guy.” The man’s deep voice and graying beard confuse him even more. Since when do you fancy fucking grandpas?

“Uh, Cesar, hi,” you greet him, your voice squeaky and the upward quirk of your lips fake. The second the stranger’s gaze falls over your grip on the brunet’s arm, you release him. “Sorry, I’ve actually just finished my shift.”

“No, you fucking didn’t.” Cesar’s eyebrows and nose scrunch threateningly. Who the fuck is this guy to be talking to you like that?

You reply without missing a beat, “My kid’s got a fever. It’s an emergency.”

The old guy looks between your face and Angel’s before the grimace falls. The smirk taking its place isn’t any less threatening. “You must be the baby daddy, huh?” he asks, but his tone is clearly mocking.

You pray in your head that Angel will hold his short temper at bay. You know, one wrong word to Cesar equals a shit ton of trouble—even the satisfaction of wiping that disgusting smirk off his face wasn’t worth it.

“Mi niña hermosa. So fucking good at riding, she got herself a biker,” Cesar almost moans those words out as his hand finds your hip, fingers toying with the belt loop of your dress pants. You don’t move to slap his hand away.

Angel raises his fist to punch him, his teeth gritting against each other almost audibly. Before he can deliver that hit, you push him aside and usher him out of the door. You don’t say another word to that Cesar guy—not even a goodbye—as he slips a bill into your back pocket and slaps your ass.

Angel is fucking livid because you know how to take care of yourself, he saw you kill a man before, crush his skull with your goddamn boot, and yet you just take the disrespect in silence. It’s not like you.

Once you’re out the door and out of earshot, he explodes. “Why the fuck did you let him treat you like that?!” His voice reverberates through the night air, earning the two of you a few concerned and annoyed glances from the bystanders.

“That’s my boss. Now shut up and take me home,” you mumble, exhausted, looking around the parking lot in search of Angel’s car. “I spent an hour in the car with that dick to even get here, and now I’m going back after not even half of my shift just because you couldn’t wait to talk,” you rant, almost stumbling over your words.

When you reach the car, and he opens the door at the passenger side like always, he’s surprised to catch a glimpse of tears running down your cheeks. He joins you inside with a sigh, concerned eyes finding your head turned away from him as you stare through the side window.

“Cariño, I’m sorry,” Angel whispers, his hand reaching to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with your bare arm. “Every single time I feel like we’re closer than ever and that maybe you feel something toward me too, you fucking push me away.”

“I know, I’m—”

You cut him off before he has a chance to apologize again, “No, I’m speaking right now. You’ve never yelled at me before. Not like that. You scared the shit out of me, and I blamed myself. Wondered what the hell I did to deserve it. But I didn’t do shit.” You throw your arms in the air, gesticulating toward him. You still refuse to meet his eyes. “You fucked up. Not me. You’re the one that’s been playing with my feelings all this time, and god forbid I try to even out the stakes.”

Angel’s now the one tearing up as his eyes widen at your words. “Querida, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t fucking mean it.” His fingers find solace in tugging on his hair in frustration. “And I never wanted you to feel like I’m playing with your feelings. I’m so sorry.”

You turn away from him again, biting your lip to keep the sobs inside. “Please, just drive me home, Angel.” The desperation in your voice is heartbreaking.

So he does what you ask of him and drives you home in silence. He doesn’t have it in him to try again when you’re already struggling, trying to keep the whimpers from wrecking your body. And when you pull up in front of your apartment building with a heavy heart, he lets you jump out of the car and rush to the door.

He stays in his seat, trying to recollect himself—it doesn’t help, he still hates himself for making you feel this way. It takes a while for him to get inside the apartment, he dreads that when he walks in, you’ll tell him to take his shit and get out of your life.

Angel knows he fucked up, and you were right; he played with your feelings—played with his own too. He slept in your bed almost every night, cuddled with you, kissed your forehead and told you ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’. How was it any different from how he’d treat Nails, Luisa, or any other woman he loved? Minus the sex. And when you challenged that unspoken boundary—on purpose or not—he chickened out and treated you like a plague. What the hell was wrong with him?

The apartment is swallowed in darkness when he enters it. You’re nowhere to be seen, and he figures out you’ve probably shut yourself inside your room, maybe even locked the door, so he wouldn’t be able to come in. He wouldn’t blame you.

He sits on the couch in the gloom and stares into the void. He’ll wait for you to come to him once you’re ready—he’ll sit here for hours if he has to. Angel needs to fix this, tell you what’s really been on his mind the past couple of days—tell you how much you mean to him, how much he loves you, and how fucking terrifying it is.

Three hours pass, and he’s almost dozed off on the couch, his head tilted forward, his back slumped, and his eyelids drooping with every second. The wooden floor creaks underneath your footsteps, waking him up completely. The sleepiness evaporates into thin air as he straightens up and finds your frame in the darkness.

You switch on one of the lamps in the corner of the room. Its warm glow takes over its surroundings, but not overwhelmingly so. Angel squints a little as your frame drops onto the couch beside him. You sniffle softly before leaning your head on his shoulder.

His heart shatters just a little bit more, and his voice carries it, breaking in the middle of the sentence, “I’m sorry, cariño.”

You don’t acknowledge his apology—you don’t really need to. Your next words are all the forgiveness he could ever want.

“I love you, Angel,” you mumble against his arm. It’s a quiet confession, yet it echoes in his mind like a mantra.

He feels your tears soaking into the sleeve of his shirt. The man blinks in shock once, or twice, then pulls you into his lap and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“You know I love you too, right? More than any woman I’ve ever loved,” he admits, and it pains him, but it’s the truth.

He loved Luisa and Stephanie, but those feelings pale in comparison to what he feels for you. Angel never experienced this overwhelming want to protect someone from the whole goddamn world—the pure need to spend every single minute of his life with them and care about them more than he’s ever cared about himself. He feels that for you—like he could throw himself into a burning fire if someone promised him his sacrifice would give you and Maverick safety for the rest of your lives.

You straighten up in his arms and cradle his jaw in your palms. When your eyes meet, you see that burning fire in them. He doesn’t need to say anything else—you understand him without words.

Your lips press against his tentatively at first, tasting the love and longing. But Angel has a different idea. He pulls you flush against his chest, hands tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. His tongue grazes the plush of your lips, and you part them for him without a second thought.

That night, he fucks you on the couch in the middle of your living room, your back pressed against the cushions as he slides inside you with a guttural groan. It’s sweet and needy. The desire you harbored for each other finally released into the world—he’s far past feeling guilty, and sorry for a woman that’s long gone.

Your moans reverberate through the room, and all he can think about is how perfectly he fits inside you—like you were made just for him. One look into your eyes, and he knows you’re thinking the same thing.

Your nails bite into the bare skin of his back, and the pain is so lovely—he could get drunk on it. He pushes deeper and deeper until you’re a whimpering, clenching mess beneath him. It’s a picture that burns into his brain, he’ll never be able to get it out—not that he’ll ever want to.

When he spills inside you with a groan, you pull him flush against your naked frame, cradling his face in your palms and leaving sweet pecks anywhere you can reach.

He’s addicted already, he’ll never be able to give you away now—not a chance in the world. Angel’s love for you is burned into his heart permanently.

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Grinch

Tony Stark x reader

A/N I'm so sorry for being so unorganised I thought something like this would be easy but I realised that it takes a ridiculous amount of planning so next time when I do an event like this I'll plan it for a couple more weeks in advance, but at least I can learn from this mistake. The last few fics for my 100 followers celebration SHOULD be coming out over the next few days so thank you for your patience. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary Tony is a bit of a Grinch and you plan to change it

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff

Christmas wasn’t Tony’s favourite time of year, if anything he hated it. It wasn’t hard to understand since he had spent many years alone as each day bled into another with the drink, drugs and women.

However, you were determined to get Tony into the Christmas spirit this year. The first step of your plan was to take him shopping for decorations.

“Come on Tony, stop being such a grinch, we're going shopping whether you like it or not,” you told him with your arms crossed.

“I can just get F.R.I.D.A.Y to order them for us,” he retorted with a pout on his face.

You walked over to him and kissed his pouty lips, “It will be fun babe, I promise,” you gave him the sweetest smile you could conjure.

“Fine, only because I love you,” he responded, kissing you again.

“And I love you too,” you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out the door.

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“What do you think of these baubles?” you asked Tony.

“They look good, they’ll go with the tree,” he replied.

Tony wasn’t ready to admit it, but he had started getting into the Christmas spirit. He was starting to enjoy this shopping spree that he almost didn’t join you on.

“We’ll get these then,” you put them in the basket with a smile on your face.

You noticed Tony’s new interest in the decorations which was unexpected but made you happy.

“I think that’s it for this shop,” you walked over to the till and Tony emptied the basket.

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Two hours of shopping later, you were back home with countless bags spread across the living room.

“Please can you help me decorate?” you asked Tony.

You walked over to him and sat in his lap, “Pleeeease.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “You owe me,” he told you with a playful smirk.

You smiled and grabbed his hand. You took him over to the tree you put up in the corner of the living room and handed Tony a box of baubles.

“Put them anywhere you think it looks good,” you told him.

He raised his eyebrow, “really?”

“Yeah. I’m aware that I’m a perfectionist on everything else but I promise decorating the tree is supposed to be fun, not perfect.”

You both took baubles out of the box and put them on the branches. Around 40 minutes -and a lot of messing around- you were finished.

“Oh shit,” you exclaimed.

“What?” Tony asked, concerned.

“We forgot to put the lights on the tree.”

Tony looked at the tree and then at the lights on the floor, “I could still get them on, I’ll just have to be careful,” With that, Tony picked up the string of lights and carefully put them around the tree.

Once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the tree but had knocked five baubles off in doing so.

“Shit!” he shouted which made you laugh, “It’s not funny,” he told you whilst trying to hold in his laugh.

“I think it looks amazing babe,” you said.

“Me too, but I’m tired. We can finish decorating tomorrow, ” Tony feinforced this with the fakest yawn you've ever seen.

“Seems like it,” you grabbed the other decorations and put them in a box ready for the next day.

Then, Tony got onto the couch and started to flick through the channels on the tv before deciding to look through Netflix.

You walked over to Tony and smiled at his concentrated face.

He looked up at you and mentioned with a smirk on his face, “You owe me still.”

“What do I owe you Tones?” you didn’t know what answer to expect since Tony was so unpredictable.

“You owe me cuddles on the couch while we watch the Grinch,” he said, grabbing a blanket and shuffling back on the couch.

“One, you are the Grinch and two, that sounds fair,” you replied, smiling and getting onto the couch. Tony just rolled his eyes in response.

You shuffled back so Tony was spooning you and his chin was resting on your head. He threw the blanket over you and kissed your head. You both stayed like that until you fell asleep.

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fool for you ~ jjk | 4

The end-of-the-year carnival causes some jealousy and insecurity.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 5.5k | ✨ rating: pg-15 ✨ genre/au: angst | college!au, fake dating!au, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, jealously, kissing, reader and Jungkook are insecure, miscommunication on both ends ✨ a/n: uh, surprise? i finished early lol and wanted to drop this update. i apologize in advance for the angst. i'm sad because we're coming to the end of this series soon! :( the next part will be the last installment of fool for you. if y'all want little drabbles with this cute couple, just drop it in my inbox :) 💜 Any feedback, reblogs, asks are appreciated.

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After a few days, your ideal day with Jungkook lingered in your mind. You even found yourself reaching for his hoodie rather than your own. Really, it's pathetic. But you reminded yourself that you needed to wash it and return it to him. You'd never let it go otherwise.

Then your thoughts turned to what a date with Jungkook would be like. Will he take you somewhere special? Or will it be a low-key hang-out date? Did he enjoy cuddling? Did he prefer being the big or little spoon?

You wouldn't know either way, would you? He's not going to ask you out on a date, and you're only fooling yourself. It's time to let go of your pipe dream. Just because you had a pleasant day together and kissed once does not imply that he has fallen in love with you.

Friends…just friends. That was your part of the deal. But a part of you was beginning to regret not asking for more, even though, to be honest, you don't think you could handle anything more than friendship. You couldn't even get close to him without wanting to jump into his lap and kiss his pretty face.

You sighed into your pillow, cursing yourself for agreeing to his terms in the first place. The room was getting stuffy with thoughts of Jeon Jungkook. How could you rid yourself of him?

Yoga.

Yes, yoga and meditation. You hadn't been to a student-led class on campus in a while, but you figured it was the answer to your prayers - cleansing your mind of Jeon Jungkook.

Su-Jin spoke softly as she walked around the classroom, giving instructions. "Now, do a standing forward bend, remembering to exhale as you fold your legs over."

You did as she instructed, closing your eyes and exhaling on your way down.

"Walk your hands forward slowly into the downward-facing dog." Su-Jin moved on to the other students in your vicinity. "Very good. Return your legs to the plank position."

As you held the position, blood began to rush to your face. Jungkook's face flashed before your eyes as you opened, his voice unmistakable in your mind.

"Ah–so this is what it looks like when you're on top of me."

You yelped as you lost your plank position. When the class turned to face you, you mumbled an apology before returning to the plank position.

Your outburst caught Su-Jin off guard, but she kept going like a pro. "Everyone, we'll finish up with some stretches. Please assume the cat-cow stance. For cow pose, inhale and tilt your pelvis, then exhale and tuck your tailbone for cat pose."

Inhale.

Exhale.

"You should wear yoga pants more often. Your ass looks great in it." Jungkook spoke up again, but this time from behind.

"Oh, shut up!" You sat up abruptly, audibly gasping at the words that escaped your mouth. You attempted to regain your dignity by turning to Su-Jin. "I'm–not you! Su-Jin, please continue. I'll, um–just leave. I'm so sorry!"

After gathering your belongings, you dashed out the door, slamming it behind you, mortified by your actions in yoga class. You'd never be able to show your face there again. So much for getting Jungkook out of your head. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

Well, let's try a cold shower. That should do it, right?

You walked past the library's side, then sharply turned around to hide behind a hedge of rose bushes on your way back to the dorm. You peered out to see Jungkook and Jieun. You scowled at how easily she ran her hands through his hair as if they were still together, and you detested Jungkook for allowing her to do so. Did he forget about his fake relationship with you?

Wait, why are you the one hiding? You thought. It should be Jungkook in the hot seat, not you. So you straighten your back, sling your bag over your shoulder, and decide to walk past them confidently. He should be the one who is embarrassed about being caught with his ex-girlfriend.

So you plugged in both earbuds, turned on your current favorite - Paramore - and started walking in the general direction of the two. You'll show them.

You tried not to glare, keeping your eyes forward as you walked alongside them, pretending not to notice or make a fuss. Jungkook could be seen peering at you and quickly swatting Jieun's hands away from him from your peripheral vision. Jungkook came into full view of you, and you chuckled slightly, tucking your lips in to hold your smile. He noticed you had your earbuds in while not responding to his question, so he motioned for you to remove them.

"What?" You said coldly, taking one earbud out, crossing your arms, and waiting for him to say his bit.

His smile disappeared when he heard your tone. "Where did you come from?"

"Yoga," you pointed to your clothes, "obviously."

"I didn't know you did yoga."

"I don't," you tried to take a step away, but he stopped you.

"Oh–where are you going now?"

You proceeded to walk past him anyway, and he followed alongside. "Dorm."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just wanna go back to shower and change," you replied curtly, avoiding Jungkook's gaze.

"I'll walk with you."

“It’s fine, Jungkook. It looks like you were busy anyway," you said, turning and pointing your chin to Jieun. You didn't give Jungkook the chance to explain because he didn't need to, and why should it have mattered to you if he was talking to his ex-girlfriend? He could technically do whatever he wanted. He had no commitment to you other than friendship.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, upset at your attitude toward him.

Jieun stood next to him. "Is there already trouble in paradise? Kook, come on. She's not worth your time, believe me,” he said dismissively, turning to face him and pulling his chin towards her, forcing him to focus on her. "Can we talk about us? Please."

He drew her wrist away from his face with his grip. "You think I wanna get back with you? After what you and Jimin did to me?" Jungkook scoffed. "Why don't you crawl back to him unless he also doesn't want you?" He could tell by the teary look in her eyes that his words had cut her deeply, but he was done with Jieun. He walked away from her, not thinking about remorse. What was done was done, and there was no turning back the clock.

Every year, the end-of-year carnival is held to raise funds for the school, and this year, you stupidly agreed to make cotton candy. You thought it would be simple, but it was much more difficult than it appeared. No matter how many YouTube tutorials you watched, you couldn't get the hang of it.

"Can you remind me again why I agreed to this?" Because of the sugar you worked with to make cotton candy, your skin became sticky and sweet.

"Because you owe me."

You glared at your best friend. "Owe you for what, exactly?"

"Setting you up with Jeon Jungkook."

She didn't set you up with him, technically. She nudged you, forcing you to act on your crush. But after your movie night, study date, and an afternoon at the beach, you tried hard not to fall for him so easily. You had to remind yourself why you were hanging out with him in the first place - it was all for show and wasn't real.

"You'll thank me later when he realizes he's deeply and madly in love with you," Lyla said as she clasped her hands together, batting her eyelashes at you and making kissy faces.

"Shut up, Ly. He's not in love with me, and it's fake, remember?"

"Mmhm–anyway! I'm off to find Namjoon!" She showed off a cheesy smile, skipping away.

"Are you not going to help me?" you yelled after she was already out of sight. You sighed as you gazed at the purple cotton candy swirling inside the silver basin. "I'm sure they'll just find a place to make out. Typical."

Fortunately, Lyla sent a replacement, Jen, one of your classmates. She was very courteous and helpful, and luckily for you, she worked at the pier and had some experience making cotton candy.

You two were laughing and discussing school and summer plans. But your conversation was cut short when you felt two hands snaking around your waist. You turned around to see Jungkook kissing the nape of your neck. Then his chin nuzzled up against your shoulder.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" He uttered in a low, husky voice, tickling the shell of your ear.

You reacted by squirming away from his touch. "'S fine." You didn't want to, but you knew you had to.

Jen tried her hardest to keep her squealing to a minimum, but she failed miserably. "I'm going to...um...look at nothing," she said, backing away from you and Jungkook. "My name is Jen, and you're very pretty up close..." she trailed off as she walked away.

Jungkook smirked at your friend Jen before returning his gaze to you. "Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes widened. "What?" Jungkook turned your cheek to face him, softly pressing his lips against yours, but you quickly pulled away. "Jungkook!"

"Your ex-boyfriend was looking," he laughed as you jokingly hit his chest. "No, but seriously, Jieun was looking at us." You looked where he pointed your chin. Oh, he was correct. Jieun was definitely staring at you two. "Told you."

Clearing your throat, you focused on making more cotton candy cones. "Need anything else?"

Jungkook grinned. "Nope–see you later."

You took a deep breath and ran your hand through your hair once he was out of sight. Fucking Jeon Jungkook. He was driving you insane. The little voice inside your head practically screamed, "Don't fall in love with him. Don't do it. You'll only get hurt in the end."

Jen nudged your shoulder as she walked back towards the booth. "You and Jungkook? I need details!" She squealed, violently shaking your body from side to side.

Oh god–this lie was going to get bigger and bigger, wasn't it? You'd need to note what you were telling people at this point.

It wasn't long before you were interrupted again, but this time by Lee Jieun. She glared at Jen, telling her to run along. Your heart was racing, your hands shaking as you tried to retrieve the frothy purple confection, wondering what she could possibly want from you.

Jieun crossed her arms and raked you from head to toe, curious about what Jungkook saw in you. "I'll keep letting you have your fun with Jungkook, but just know that we're going to get back together," she warned.

You sneered at her remark, making her frown. "It's cute you believe Jungkook would want to get back with you. Keep living in your little fantasy world Jieun. Now, if you have nothing else to say to me. I have things to do."

Jieun huffed audibly, then licked her lips, smiling at your bravery. "We'll see who he picks," she said as she walked away.

You exhaled deeply when she was out of sight, slumping over the purple cotton candy circling the silver basin. And you were starting to feel sick at one point - maybe this was getting too much for you, maybe it was just time to call it quits.

Jungkook foolishly agreed to volunteer for the Kissing Booth while still with Jieun. Jieun claimed that he and Taehyung would raise the most money because they were the most attractive men on campus. Jungkook couldn't believe his then-girlfriend would take advantage of him for charity. However, Jungkook agreed, and he was not one to break promises.

"So—you and Lyla's roommate?" Taehyung smirked and wiggled his brows as he tacked heart-shaped foam shapes to the booth.

Jungkook knew Taehyung would eventually ask about you. He was always in everyone's business. "Yeah–what about it?" He inquired, his gaze fixed on his friend as he scattered lip-shaped confetti on the counter. Jungkook frowned at Jieun and her friends' tacky decorations.

"Did that happen before or after Jieun?" Taehyung asked, tacking on red lips to the side of the booth.

"After," Jungkook said, shaking his head in surprise at his friend. Unlike his ex, Jungkook regards himself as a loyal, dedicated, and faithful boyfriend.

"'Kay–bro. Just wondering. So, what's she like in bed?" He paused his work and leaned over, expecting his friend to respond with some juicy details.

Jungkook shrugged and continued his task of spreading confetti, staring blankly. "I wouldn't know."

Taehyung choked on nothing. "I'm sorry–what? You haven't fucked her yet?"

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Not everything has to be about sex."

"Bet she's a freak in bed, and it's always the quiet ones."

Jungkook glared at him, giving him a 'really' look.

He laughed. "Wow–she's holding out on you! And you're letting her. You must really like her."

"She's…cool–different."

Though your booth was far from his, Jungkook caught glimpses of you here and there, trying your hardest to make cotton candy, realizing that the food industry was not your forte. He thought you were endearing and wholesome, the polar opposite of Jieun.

"Different?" Taehyung stuck his tongue out in disgust. "Who are you, and what have you done with Jeon Jungkook?"

"Shut your mouth–and put this sign up."

Looking at your phone, you realized it had only been three hours, and you still had two hours to man the booth. Jen did a lot of the work while you handled the payments and packaged the cotton candy. You promised you would not agree to this booth the following year. You'd have to shower at least five times to get the sugar out of every crack and crevice.

Finally, there was a small break from customers. Jen asked if you could get some water from a booth a few booths over.

A voice called out from behind you as you stood in line, scrolling on your phone. "I had no idea your boyfriend was at the kissing booth," Yoongi informed you.

You looked past Yoongi, your eyebrows knitted in confusion, to see what he was talking about. Your fake boyfriend stood under the sign "Kissing Booth" with a slew of girls in his line. Jungkook didn't tell you what he was in charge of at the carnival. Now you had to fight off all these girls interested in your fake boyfriend.

"He's just doing his job, you know. It's for a good cause, after all." You gritted your teeth, trying to play off the cool fake girlfriend. You had noticed the line of girls from your booth, but you had no idea why. It's no surprise there was a fucking line. What woman wouldn't want to kiss him?

"Oh, my god. I can't believe she's letting Jungkook kiss all those girls. I would never–"

You overheard two girls behind you bickering and gossiping about you. Stupid girls. You were tired of them passing judgment. You took a bill from your back pocket while waiting in Jungkook's kissing booth line, plowing through them and Yoongi. His was the longest line. Of course, it fucking was. What else would you expect from the junior class's most popular guy?

It was finally your turn. The girl in front of you was taking her time kissing him. He even dared to smile and wink at her before she left. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in frustration. You slammed the bill on the counter after the girl left.

When Jungkook saw you, he had a sly expression on his face. "Hi, baby–I was wondering when I'd see you. Come to show all these girls who's the real winner of my heart?" He leaned forward, trying to kiss you.

You gave him a thin smile and reached for his lips between your thumb and index finger. "I'll give you a hundred dollars if you don't kiss the next hundred girls in line." You could hear a few groans behind you, but you didn't care if you ruined the girls' chances.

"You know, if you want, you can kiss me to make him jealous." Taehyung made a joke.

"Stay out of it, Taehyung," you yelled. "This is strictly between Jungkook and me."

He threw his hands up in defeat. He was not going to mess with you. "Your loss," Taehyung grinned, motioning for the next guest to step up.

Jungkook was led off to the side behind a ticket stand, away from the crowd. "How are people supposed to believe we're dating when you're kissing all these girls?"

"Why are you getting so worked up? It's just a kiss." Plus, he agreed to the kissing booth before your fake dating arrangement.

You huffed. Just kissing? Some of these girls were making out with him, and he allowed it. Who knows what they'd do if no one were around? Jungkook was clearly enjoying himself and making you look foolish.

"What are you? A fucking genie or something? Making girls' wishes come true?"

"And if I am? Aren't I making your wishes come true?"

You scoffed at his comment. What the hell has gotten into him? Did you two not spend a nice day together? Or maybe he was just showing his true colors. He was taking advantage of your deal; you weren't a stupid girl who would fall for his ruse.

"Just say the word if you want me to kiss you," Jungkook mocked, tilting his head.

Your cheeks began to flush at his words, almost taunting you. "Shut up before I fake break up with you."

Jungkook gasped dramatically, narrowing his eyes. "You wouldn't!"

You stepped closer to him, heart racing at a million beats per minute. "Would too."

"Do it then."

You forgot how much of a persistent ass he could be. "Do whatever you want, Jungkook. Guess it doesn't really matter anyway since it's all fake. See you later."

You were so preoccupied with Jungkook that you forgot to buy water for you and Jen. Before sprinting back to her, you quickly purchased two bottles of water. "I am so sorry! I got distracted," you said remorsefully, handing her the bottle. "I'll do all the cleanup! Just let me know what I need to do."

Another hour had passed, and the carnival was drawing to a close. You were still annoyed by your conversation with Jungkook and all of his stupid kisses. You couldn't believe he'd have the audacity to do something like that. So, what was the point of your whole thing? You were supposed to drive away girls, not bring more for him to kiss in front of you. You couldn't imagine what the other girls on campus were thinking about you now, how you let your (fake) boyfriend go around kissing other girls. You felt like a fucking idiot.

You made a loud entrance into your room when you unintentionally slammed the door shut. It's no surprise that people like that were made for each other, with Jieun's words gnawing at your insides and Jungkook's actions. They were absolutely vile, with no regard for other people's feelings, weren't they?

But that's where you berated yourself even more while walking across campus - is that you had feelings for Jeon Jungkook. No matter how much you pushed those feelings aside, they returned to haunt you.

Lyla was taken aback by your sudden entrance but addressed you immediately. "You really bought 100 kisses?"

"I bought them, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna use them," you stated, going to your closet and rummaging for something.

"You have it so bad for him," she continued to tease you while brushing through her damp hair.

You groaned, turning to face her. "Ly! Can you just stop it? PLEASE. I'm begging you." You were tired of hearing Lyla teasing you about Jungkook. Saying all these things that you knew were not true, about him falling in love with you and wanting to be with you. Because, clearly, he wasn't.

Her eyes softened, feeling guilty about how she's been pushing the Jungkook agenda on you. But it was only because you deserved to have your heart's desires. "Come on, babe, what's wrong?"

You didn't care to answer your best friend. Your only wish was to crawl underneath your duvet and go off into dreamland without wanting to wake up to face reality.

And that's what you did. You crawled underneath the white duvet, pulling it up to your chin, facing the wall, and avoiding Lyla.

On the other hand, Lyla could detect your insecurity from a mile away. She sighed and sat on the edge of your bed behind you. Lyla remained silent. She drew you close to her, allowing you to process your emotions. She knew how much you loved to belittle yourself in your big old brain.

"You know, I was scared when Namjoon and I decided to start dating. "I didn't think I was good enough for him because his IQ is practically as high as Einstein's, and mine is...you know...not even close," she chuckled. "However, Namjoon never made me feel smaller or less intelligent than him.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" you asked, your lips quivering as you fought back tears.

"Because...what I see in you aligns with what Jungkook sees in you. That's why I keep pestering you to see him. Babe, the only person holding you back is yourself."

Ugh. You hated when Lyla was right. It was easy to make assumptions about why Jungkook did what he did today. But you'll never know how he truly feels unless you ask him.

Jungkook lay in bed after the carnival, one hand behind his head, the other across his chest, staring at the ceiling, processing the last few weeks with you. At times, he found you rather endearing and very sexy when upset. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it.

Did he do the kissing booth just to annoy you? Maybe. Did he want to see how you'd react and what you'd do? Yes. He was wondering if you would fight for him or give up.

You weren't the only one who felt insecure; Jungkook did as well. He's never had such a close relationship with anyone before. You were the first to be intimate in terms of emotions and feelings. Sex? It was simple. Feelings? It was something new to him. He had no idea how to deal with it all. Is this how it feels to fall in love? Waking up, thinking about them, wondering what they're doing, what they're going to wear - he noticed you often reached for a pair of floral-shaped studs. Maybe it was a gift. Regardless, you consumed all of his thoughts. He loved that you were uninterested in his alleged status, accomplishments, or achievements on campus. It was as though you liked him, for him.

Namjoon opened the door, greeting Jungkook before flopping on his bed, interrupting his thoughts of you.

"Where did you go?"

"Just came back from Lyla's."

Jungkook assumed Namjoon had seen you. He considered asking but decided against it. He's thinking about you yet again.

"You good? Heard about the kissing booth," Namjoon peered over at Jungkook with a grin.

"Yeah, 'm fine," Jungkook mumbled, not wanting to explain how he was feeling.

"Ya know, if you want to get a girl's attention, it's best not to go around kissing other girls," Namjoon joked to his friend. "Jungkookie, I know this whole thing with her is a ruse, but it's obvious you have feelings for her. You wouldn't be acting out otherwise. Just be upfront about your feelings and see if it can turn into something real."

Jungkook was terrified of you and him becoming a real couple. What if he messed everything up? What if you didn't like him at all? What if you simply liked the idea of him? He didn't have much to offer besides his good looks, or so he thought. But offering his heart? Is he all of himself? That was even scarier. What if it was all for nothing after confessing his feelings to you?

You decided the next day to buckle up, act like an adult, and have an adult conversation. Did you want to? No, but it was necessary. Otherwise, you'd be sitting in your room, thinking about what might happen between you and Jungkook.

The beauty of living in southern California was the consistent warm days, but this May spring day was quite the opposite - a bit gloomy and overcast. You grabbed a sweater to pull over your slip dress, figuring you should look cute if you wanted to make an impression on Jeon Jungkook.

You gave yourself a pep talk as you walked to Jungkook's dorm building, going over what you wanted to say. You wanted to be clear and concise so that you wouldn't stumble over your words when you stood before him. Because who knows what you'd say if you looked him in those doe eyes.

What you saw when you turned the corner towards Jungkook's room was unexpected. Your heart dropped to the floor, making you want to scream into the void, and it confirmed everything you were afraid of.

Jungkook and Jieun.

Jungkook kissing Jieun.

Jungkook passionately kissing Jieun.

You could clearly see his tongue snake its way down her throat. Her hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping her cheeks as he did yours when you first kissed. You cowered out of sight behind a tall bookshelf and leaned against a wall. Your stomach churning and twisting in ways you didn't realize it could, and a severe ache in your heart would have made ripping it out preferable to having it aching inside your chest cavity.

It would have been simple to walk away, remain upset and angry, and never speak to Jungkook again. But he deserved a piece of your mind. He needed to hear what you had to say. He couldn't get away with hurting you. You didn't even want to think about it, but you couldn't believe that he had proved you right. He was just like every other guy.

You peered again to see if they were still sucking their faces, and you quickly darted back when you saw Jieun approaching you with a smile on her pretty little face. You clenched your jaw, not wanting her to win, so you huffed, mustering all your courage, and "accidentally" bumped into her shoulder as you walked past her.

Jieun scoffed, turning back. "Just to let you know…I won," she smirked, walking backward as she watched you stroll toward Jungkook's room.

You didn't care to comment. Instead, you were busy making excuses in your head. Perhaps she was dying and required CPR. But, come on, who were you kidding? That was not one of them.

Standing in front of Jungkook's dorm room reminded you of the first time you knocked on his door to tell him you didn't want any more of his gifts. You came to say something completely different to him this time.

Since the day you approached Jungkook on campus and asked him to hold your hand. Your life has been absorbed with everything, Jeon Jungkook. He was all-consuming, like a fire enveloping everything in its path.

You quietly knocked on his door, unaware of how this conversation would turn out. To be honest, there was only one outcome, wasn't there?

Jungkook opened the door, not expecting to find you but was happy to see you because he wanted to come to talk to you too. The crinkles in the corner of his eyes were bright as he greeted you with a soft smile. "I was just about to come to see you. Glad you're here." He motioned for you to come in, but you weren't going any further into his room for fear of never wanting to leave.

Maybe he was coming to tell you about him and Jieun, that your fake relationship was over, and that he finally realized that he wanted to be with a pretty little liar instead of you.

He sat on the edge of his bed until he looked over, and you didn't follow, so he stood up, walking back towards you. "What's going on?"

"Since school is almost over, we should end our deal."

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"I saw you with Jieun just a few moments ago."

"Oh, you saw that?" His expression had completely changed to a guilty one. He hoped you didn't see that.

"So, it's fine, Jungkook. You obviously don't need me anymore because you're getting back together with her. And like a friend, I'm not gonna judge you for getting back with someone who cheated on you. You're an adult and can make your own decisions."

He was quiet at your assumption about him and Jieun. "It's not what you think it is."

You scoffed at his foolish attempt to convince you otherwise. Did he think you were blind or something? "So, you weren't sticking your tongue down her throat?" You asked with such a crude tone. "God, you must think I'm stupid, huh? You think you can just use me and toss me aside?"

"That's what our deal was. You agreed to it," he said, gritting through his teeth. Jungkook had other things to say, but he was too upset to spit them out. The moment was ruined within a split second.

It was like he took out your heart and stomped all over it. You knew getting involved with Jeon Jungkook would only result in heartache, and you had no one to blame but yourself.

"I thought you were different, Jungkook. I saw a glimmer of hope when we hung out at the beach, but apparently, I was wrong. You're like every other guy who wants to get their dick wet." Maybe you could've left out that last part, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt you.

Jungkook licked his lips, nodding his head at your implication of his actions. "I thought you were different too. I thought you would've given me the benefit of the doubt and a chance to explain myself, but clearly, you've already made up your mind."

You wanted nothing more than to give him the benefit of the doubt, but how could you when his actions were saying otherwise? "What is there to explain Jungkook? Please help me understand. I've seen you kiss every girl on campus except for me this weekend. Making me look like a fucking idiot."

His gaze softened, his gaze shifting to yours. "You were the only person I wanted to kiss." Jungkook craved your lips after the carnival, only yours, but you were adamant about your no-kissing rule. He never wanted to cross that line with you because he was afraid you would reject him if he did.

"You don't mean that." He was trying to get in your head again, wasn't he? Trying to confuse you makes you go back on everything you just said.

"I do..." he trailed off, moving closer to you. His familiar scent began to permeate every cell in your body. He was so close that you could feel the warmth of his body radiating onto yours. His fingers tucked a strand of hair away from your face, his dark brown eyes darting to your lips, trying to recall how they tasted.

The world seemed to slow down at this point, waiting for the two of you to decide what to do next. The silence in the room was so deafening that you could almost hear his heartbeat. When he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb, your body warmed. You closed your eyes and leaned into his big warm hand, wanting to be this way forever. When your eyes opened, you found your hands gripping his shirt tightly, wanting to close the gap even further.

"I might kiss you," he whispered.

"I might just let you."

✨ next ~ part five

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lip-rings-and-quiffs · 1 year

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Been a While | L.H

Luke + f!reader

Warnings : not much. Luke is initially depressed but it’s not very graphic so it’s not really angst. Fluffy. A bit over 4k words.(i think. I have no idea). Pls excuse my horrible writing lmao (also I’m rusty)

Summary : Whilst trying to get away from his life for a couple hours Luke Hemmings has an encounter with someone who would soon become very important in his life. Aka I’m bad at summaries

+masterlist| reblogs are highly appreciated!

Luke had been feeling down lately. He had been struggling with his mental health, and he didn't know how to deal with it. He had been going through the motions, doing what he needed to do, but he didn't really feel alive. He felt like he was just…existing. Without a purpose. Like his mere presence didn’t matter.

One day, Luke decided to go to a coffee shop to get away from everything for a while. He needed to be alone. Away from everyone. He ordered his usual, a plain black coffee, and sat down at a table in the corner. He was scrolling through his phone when he heard a small voice say, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

"No, it's not," he said, gesturing to the chair across from him.

The girl sat down and introduced herself as Y/N Y/L/N. She was kind and friendly, and Luke found himself opening up to her in a way he hadn't with anyone else.

They talked for hours, about everything and anything. Y/N was a ray of sunshine in Luke's grey world. She made him laugh and smile, and for the first time in a long time, he felt happy.

As they were leaving the coffee shop, Y/N said, "Hey, would you like to go out with me sometime? Maybe we could grab dinner or something?"

Luke felt his heart race at the thought of spending more time with her. "Yeah, I'd like that," he said, smiling. They exchanged numbers, and Luke couldn't wait to see her again.

Over the next few weeks, Luke and Y/N went on several dates. They went to restaurants, parks, and museums. They talked about their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities. Luke found himself opening up to her more and more, and he felt like she understood him in a way that no one else did.

Y/N was patient with him when he wasn't feeling well, and she always knew how to make him feel better. She brought him small gifts, like his favorite candy or a new book to read. She was always there for him, no matter what.

And Luke was never one to read. Especially not books like these. Sometimes he read science articles on his phone but never books about vampires and werewolves made most likely for teens! But if you were to walk by his house on a Saturday evening you would be met with the sight of the lanky man sitting by the window, book in hand. And boy did he look invested.

One day, when they were out on a walk, Luke said, "Y/N, I need to tell you something. I've been struggling with depression for a while now. It's been really hard, but you've been the one bright spot in my life. You make me feel happy, even when everything else seems bleak."

Y/N took his hand and squeezed it. "Luke, I'm so sorry you've been going through this. But I'm here for you, okay? Whenever you need someone to talk to or just to sit with, I'll be here."

Luke felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He had been holding this secret in for so long, and he was afraid to talk to anybody about it, but it felt good to finally tell someone.

As they continued their walk, Luke felt lighter and happier than he had in a long time. He knew that he still had a lot of work to do to get better, but he also knew that he had Y/N by his side, and that made all the difference.

Over the next few months, Luke started to feel like himself again. He was still struggling with depression, but he had Y/N to help him through it. She was his rock, his light in the darkness.

One day, Luke decided to do something special for Y/N. He knew how much she loved flowers, so he went to a florist and picked out a bouquet of her favorite flowers. He wrote a note that said, "Thank you for being my sunshine” with his signature smiley face on it. Luke had a spare key to Y/N’s apartment.

As he was finishing putting the flowers in a vase, Y/N walked inside, finding the giraffe of a man towering over a table. “Lukey, what are you doing here?”

He smiled, nodding his head towards the flowers. With a confused look she turned to look at her favorite flowers staring back up at her from the table. She couldn’t help the dopey grin that adorned her face as she squealed in joy. “Thank you! They’re my favorite” she said whilst reading his note. “Aww Lu, this is so nice!”

Luke walked towards the table, towering over her. “I have something to say” he looks down at her. She nodded looking up at him.

“I uh well, I umm. I’ve realized that it’s been a while since I’ve been happy. And I’ve healed a lot since that day I met you at that coffee shop. That day, that day was the day my life completely changed. And that’s because of you. You are the reason I’m happy. You’re the reason why I wanted to try again. And these few months have been better, so much better than the last couple of years and I’ve been thinking. I umm, first of all thank you for always being here for me and second of all, Would you like to be my girlfriend and make it official? It’s ok if you say no-” “-Yes!” She exclaimed pulling him down to her face.

“Didn’t even let me finish” he teased, raking his arms around her waist. “You were gonna start to ramble” she fired back, diving into give him a quick kiss on the corner of his lips. “True” he grinned, eyes closed as her thumb ran across his stubble covered jaw.

A/N: Thank you for reading<3 also pls gimme feedback.

Reblogs are highly appreciated!^.^

+masterlist

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pumpkinspice-prouvaire · 1 year

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i only just got into les mis but the fandom is so intimidating skjdgj qwq any tips

hi!!!! welcome to the fandom!!! Don't be intimidated I promise we're all really nice!!!

I think my top tip would be if you're consuming content by creators in the fandom, interact with it, whether that's through comments on ao3 or reblogging art on tumblr and leaving lots of screaming in the tags or anything else. As a fic writer I remember the names of my regular commenters, and when I see them on my dash my immediate reaction is :D friend! :D And if you're a content creator yourself, post your stuff and tag it! I can't speak for artists and other content creators, but in terms of fics kudos and comments can sometimes be slow to come (especially if you're not writing ExR) but the right people will find it and love it!

Also from personal experience I've found those reblog ask games really effective for making friends, if you reblog and send the person you reblogged from an ask, a lot of the time they'll send one back. Yay, communication!!!

The fandom is sort of split into canon content and modern au/fanon content. Everyone has a preference, and you'll find that group of blogs you enjoy the most soon, but if you are chill, you can enjoy both. This goes without saying, and I hope I'm not being condescending, but if you disagree with an opinion/post/ship/person, you are under no obligation to interact with it. Block the tag and or blog and move on, PLEASE be chill.

You've also joined at a good time, because we're part way through Les Mis Letters! We're a good bit through Volume II by now, but if you've read the book previously orrrr can just Sparknotes Volume I (or be completely unhinged and do a mega catchup over the next few days- let me know if you achieve this and I'll make you a cake), you can totally join and post commentary/meta/jokes anything else! The blog is @lesmisletters , I believe there's also a Discord server

One that note, there's plenty of Discord servers if that's your thing! I can name a couple off the top of my head (Hoes for Enjolras, Lame Mis, Discorinthe) but don't have links, I know there's a post out there somewhere I will try to find it when I have time!

You've also joined at a good time because there's plenty of fandom events coming up soon! It's too late to sign up, but the ExR Big Bang is in a few weeks, Barricade Day aka the biggest Les Mis event of the year is 5th-6th June, Drink with Me aka the platonic Les Mis exchange normally happens in August time (Although I'm not positive if it's happening this year yet), and I believe Logic and Philosophy week aka Enjolras and Combeferre week is in September time? There's probably more that I'm missing out but those are the one I know are happening soon!

I think all that's left now are some blog recs 😌😌😌

@/pilferingapples @/alicedrawslesmis @/thecandlesticksfromles mis @/shitpostingfromthebarricade @/hfullofblagden @permit-it @/unicorngunter @/weisbrot @/thelawsofdaylight @/butts-of-the-barricade @/fuckyeahlesmiserables @/guide-ferre @/secretmellowblog @/barricade-blondes @/aromantic-enjolras @/p-trichor @/wild-oats-and-cornflowers @/everyonewasabird @/juliensorelisoverparty @/see-you-on-the-barricade @/probably-enjolras @/jesuisserieux @/cx-shhh @/ueinra @/kjack89 @/shamedumpster @/dolphin1812

I'm definitely missing some great blogs there but at least you have a starting point lmao I hope you enjoy!!!

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I am suggesting for the wiki account to start from the very beginning, which imho related about the episodes. Like maybe give tutorial of the how to starts at the wiki.. Wiki is free to edit from and for all, but one need to register themself first so maybe it's confusing to the totally new account of the fandom. After that, maybe teach how to upload images (I already taught in reblog about how to properly naming image but the better things be repeated, the more info of it being on remember) like from screenshotting image/panel of the CPC (if in mobile, which at app - means to be aware from the logo webtoon watermark.. it's best to screenshotting from the PC)

Our absolute immediate danger is to putting (uploading) any necessary images that related to wiki before CPC going to becomes daily pass. Based on my calculations with @meritre24601 that taking account of anything possible like LambCat claims that she likes to end the CPC at episode 169 at IG = We're literally in red danger as it makes the FP ep 169 will on release at January 15 - well, just one month from now

The free pass of the final episode will be 2-3 weeks from that, but once the very final episode on free - then the possibility of daily pass is usually only few weeks PLUS sadly English platform not really warning about certain webtoon will becomes daily pass (unlike Indonesian that has monthly warnings about which series that will become DP) SO I won't try my luck to urging delegations of the wiki project BY not giving all my best effort - but also I know I can't do anything alone, I am just a human with limitations after all

Move on the most crucial pages in the wiki IMHO, Episodes. There's 2 types of Episode Template (I am not sure which we'll decide to have, personally I really want the more complete and longer one which we have 'gallery' section so from a particular episode we could analyse the image that related to it. I think that way easier and more understable to do, make someone focus on certain topic (in my experience, I'll pour my everything to improve overall Frederick depiction especially my initial reason is - I hate the comment section on his character page, and his page likes abandoned for years, so i am one of the most eager editor that helps to improve Frederick informations ~ later on basically 'everyone/thing'). The focus is totally depends on certain interest of editor, so as long that editor could writes objectively based on canon original source then why not? Any helps will be immensely helpful than no help at all espc from people that confused

I can try to write some guides for beginner editors! That seems like something I can get done pretty quickly that might still be helpful. I'll be free for the next two days, so I can try to get some of those done then. (Ofc some confirmation that people are actually interested in editing would be nice to have first, so I know I'm not wasting my time writing guides for people who'll never read them... I think I'll make an interest check for people who actually think they'll be able to edit soon)

Encouraging people to only focus on the area they're interested in seems like a good tactic!! As long as it falls within one of the areas the wiki is incomplete in, then I agree. Any sort of work would definitely be appreciated.

Also, what do you mean about there being 2 types of episode templates? If you're talking about the one that only has headings and no preset information (like on episode 50 for example), I wouldn't consider that a template. The only one I do consider a template is the one I made. Okay maybe I'm a little biased, but I would really like us to use the longer episode template with more information. So, if we need to choose between them, my vote is for my own template :)

Again, I am VERY VERY VERY sorry for my inactivity over the past few months!! I know keeping up an entire wiki for a still-ongoing series is difficult - I was the only editor on a couple wikis for a while, including this one at one point. It doesn't give me an excuse for having basically abandoned the wiki like that, though, especially at such an inconvenient time for us. Right now, running this blog is the most wiki-related work I can do without exhausting myself :(

This is also a good time to thank you for all your hard work again!! Btw Cookie and I maaay have been considering making you an admin... we can talk about that if you're interested!

#asks #mocha talking

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the-badger-mole · 1 year

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I posted 838 times in 2022

That's 226 more posts than 2021!

692 posts created (83%)

146 posts reblogged (17%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@stardust948

@zutarawasrobbed

@the-badger-mole

@words4bloghere

@sokkastyles

I tagged 717 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

#atla - 635 posts

#zutara - 450 posts

#anti aang - 210 posts

#anti kataang - 164 posts

#ask the badger mole - 157 posts

#down the road and back again - 117 posts

#down the road and back again comments - 96 posts

#ask game - 80 posts

#anti mai - 49 posts

#anti maiko - 44 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#how do you feel about the decision about miranda warnings and the courts protecting cops from financial liablity for violating your rights?

My Top Posts in 2022:

Zuko: He's Just Better Than Aang🤷🏾‍♀️

Frankly, I think Zuko in season 1 was more altruistic than Aang was during the entire series. Yes, it was the season where he was arguably at his worst, but it's also the season where he risked his life to try to save the man who had tried to murder him. He still had the injuries he sustained in the attempt, and still, Zuko tried to save him.

Meanwhile, Aang didn't go out of his way for anyone. The times he did "try to help", was more about his reputation as Avatar than actually wanting to help in those instances, and he gave up as soon as it got too hard. Remember The Great Divide? Zuko went with Sokka on a suicide mission to try and save Hakkoda. Aang wanted to run off and go play the day after Hakkoda risked his life to save him. Let that sink in. The father of the girl he allegedly "loves" has been captured trying to save Aang's life, his friends are distraught, and Aang can't muster up the empathy to sit with them to plan the next move. Not even to get in Katara's good graces. But I'm supposed to believe that Katara would realistically choose Aang over Zuko? Like...

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Katara: Oh, that's such a pretty flower! Zuko: It's dragon lotus. It's one of my favorites. Katara: Did you get it for Mai? Zuko: er…No. Flowers aren't really her thing. Some guy was giving them out on the street to celebrate the end of the war, and well… Katara: I should see if I can get one then. Zuko: He's probably gone by now, but here, you can have this one. Katara: It's yours, though. I can't take it. Zuko: Please do! Uncle always says that the greatest aspiration of any flower is to adorn a pretty woman. Er…that is…I didn't mean to say that… Not that you aren't pretty, I'm just not…you know…it wasn't a come on Katara: trying not to laugh Don't hurt yourself, Zuko. I get it. I'll take the flower. Thank you! It smells wonderful! Zuko: In the Fire Nation, women wear these in their hair. Katara: Oh? Tucks flower behind her ear Like that? Zuko: Yes, but I think it'll be more secure in your bun. May I?….There. That's perfect. And Uncle was right

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I saw one of your post from a couple of weeks ago where you mentioned you are a Christian. How can you support abortion?

Well, first of all, pro-choice isn't pro-abortion. I just want to make sure that's clear. I don't think anyone is pro-abortion for abortion's sake. Second, I chose to be a Christian. I had to study and pray and get advice and really weigh my decision before I got baptized, and it was months before I finally made my choice (and I have a few friends who took years to make that decision). There's a lot that I do or don't do because I'm a Christian and I hold the bible as my standard, but I had a choice in the matter. Now, I am abstinent because I believe sex is for marriage, and I only date men who agree. But not everyone in this country is a Christian. Not everyone chooses abstinence or celibacy. Not everyone wants a child. Not everyone should have children. None of that is my business.

Who am I to force the standards I chose onto someone who didn't choose them? And who am I to force a life-altering decision on someone after I was given so much agency on my own life-altering decision? I truly believe that banning abortion will do more harm than good in the long run, especially if these nuance-free pro-life radicals actually succeed in criminalizing contraceptives and birth control, and in completely getting sex ed taken out of schools. Which is looking likelier by the hour.

426 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

Here's the thing that gets me about the whole "Zutara is anti-feminist" take. Their relationship in canon is platonically supportive after they reconcile. Before that, they met as enemies in battle, yes, but there was nothing inherently sexist in how Zuko interacted with Katara, especially in comparison to how she was treated by her own friends and allies, and even her own brother.

Romantic Zutara is completely fan-created (canon chemistry notwithstanding), and a large portion (if not most) of the creators, as far as I can tell, identify as women. In those fan creations, Katara gets to be a world leader who is loved by a supportive man who adores her strength and is there for her in her weak moments. Zutara the ship is at its core very feminine. Also, except for making the romance overt instead of subtextual, that's pretty much how Zuko treated her in canon after they became friends. Compare that to what Katara is reduced to in the actual canon, and it's hard to understand why anyone would think that of the two ships Zutara is the one that is anti-feminist and bad for Katara.

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My #1 post of 2022

You know, I often lament the fact that Katara lost out on a supportive partner who respected and trusted her when Zutara didn't happen, but Zuko lost out, too. He lost out on marrying into a family that would have given him the love, encouragement and support that they gave each other. Hakoda, Sokka and Bato would have taken such joy in introducing Zuko to the SWT customs that were handed down from father to son for generations. Hakoda would have absolutely given him as much advice as he could as a leader in his own right balancing the duties of chiefdom and family. Kanna would have grown to love this uncertain boy king who didn't think it was a humiliation to help her around the home. He missed out on having a wife who would back him up and advise him as he figured out how to be the leader his country needed. No matter how bad things got in the Fire Nation, he would have had a tight-knit family support group to make sure he got through it.

When you take a step back and look at all the ways Katara and Zuko would have filled in for what the other was missing, I get annoyed all over again that all that parallel and convergent development was set aside for pairings that were somehow the blandest and most toxic that anyone on that writing team could have come up with. It is so clear that Zutara was supposed to be endgame and they got robbed for Bryke's pet ship.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #zutara #atla #still at it #lol!

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concoctionboy · 1 year

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Tower Quest Poll

So, a couple of months ago I set off on a quest of exploration, and this became a... much more extended thing than I expected. What I'd initially thought was going to be just a few posts and be done in a couple of days has turned into an ongoing thing now with regular illustrations.

The problem is that because it's been going on a while, the older posts are kind of buried, and with all the Tower Quest posts interleaved with my other posts I feel like it's probably hard to follow. I made an Expedition Masterpost to address this, but I'm not sure that helps that much, especially if I have to link to it each time. I was going to go back and tag each post with "#Tower Quest" to make them easier to find, but it recently occurred to me there may be a better solution.

It might work best to just create a new sideblog for the Tower Quest. That way people who want to follow it can do so easily, and it won't be cluttering my main blog for people who aren't interested in it. (I may still mention it in my main blog for people who aren't aware of it, but new Tower Quest posts will go in the sideblog—and I'll probably start by reblogging all the old posts there.)

But this would be kind of a big undertaking and I didn't want to do it without kind of reading the room and seeing what people thought.

There would, of course, be little point in asking people to reblog for a larger sample size, because this question is irrelevant to anyone outside my followers, but I'll probably be reblogging it myself a few times over the next day to try to make sure all my followers see it.

Thanks!

#poll #polls #I've had polls for a while but this is the first time I've really found a use for them #Tower Quest #potionposting #potion posting #wizardposting #wizard posting

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the-rapture-historian · 1 year

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Current Progress of the BioSurvey

Looking at the amount of votes coming in so far and only a couple of days in, I'm actually surprised there's so many! Thank you all so much, I appreciate the participation!

I've also made a few notes on how to improve The BioSurvey going forward. I don't want to fill up the BioShock tag with several polls, as the next round has QUITE a few polls based on the next theme/category. So, for future rounds of polls, I'll be making a single announcement post for the BioShock tag that links to the polls of that round, and the polls themselves will now only be tagged under "the biosurvey", so please check out the tag for any updates in future!

Another thing that has come to my attention and has me concerned for future polls are reblogs. I know people might just be joking around or having fun, but some tags in reblogs have made me worry about any influencing of the results. These are anonymous polls about personal opinions, as I stated before, and aren't about one game beating another in polls where multiple titles are listed.

To reiterate, there are no wrong answers; I am not asking for which is the best, I am asking about your experiences and what you most enjoyed in the franchise for this survey. It's only been a couple of days but after some thinking on it, I'm afraid that if there are more reblogs trying to push for one option over another or influence a sweep, I might have to disable reblogs on polls in the future.

It's not a road I really want to take, and I'm worried it makes me sound too serious and trying to tell people "no fun allowed", however I am concerned that such reblogs will affect the results of the survey. I admit, this is something I've been putting maybe too much thought into, but I have been excited about doing this little project nonetheless.

I'd appreciate any feedback on this potential change to polls going forward, or any suggestions for polls and other improvements that could be considered.

As I mentioned in the original post for The BioSurvey, there may be some more fun or joke polls at the end of the survey, but for now the questions of this survey are about honest opinions and most enjoyed experiences. Thank you for your time reading this if you have made it to the end, this was a lot longer than I thought it would be and I'm sorry for that!

#the biosurvey #bioshock #bioshock 2 #bioshock infinite

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ask-healthy-light · 2 years

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Love

I was with them for many years, guarding the best I could, although, admittedly, very few times I actually ever had to fight anyone. Most Ponies wouldn't dream of attacking a Princess, especially an Alicorn, so all I really had to do was to look pretty and keep the Princesses entertained. Luckily for me, I never lost my talent for singing, and so, I serenaded them every day. Their gentle words and compliments about my voice never failed to bring a bright redness to my face. It was also around this time that I noticed they started using more… possessive pronouns, such as 'My Guard' or 'My Bumi'. One time while Luna was half-asleep she called me her Dream, something that immediately woke her up, and what I never let her forget, and neither did Celly. It was too cute! And I can't say it was a one-sided thing either. Often, I would call them my Princesses, my Sun and my Moon, although, more often than not, I'd refer to them as Sunlight and Moonshine, names that only I could ever call them. If anyone else tried, I'm fairly certain they would have been turned to dust right where they stood. I wasn't afraid to call them those nicknames. Even in front of Nobles they were meeting I'd call them that, and even though they would chastise me for it, I had a feeling they actually really liked it when I did. Still, I was the only one who ever treated them like equals, and not as Royals, nor Gods, and trust me, I wasn't afraid to let them know when I disagreed with them. One of these times was when Celestia tried to make cake the symbol of the new nation of Equestria. Goodness, that was a very long argument. I even had to call for Luna to talk her out of it, but in the end, I won her over, and she didn't set cake as the symbol. Although, she did try to make it part of my uniform as an emblem… By throwing a piece at my face. Eventually, the happiest day of my life arrived. Little did I know then, but it would probably be the last happy day I would ever have. I was heading to bed one night, for I was exhausted, and it happened to be the 'anniversary' of the day I had lost my home. I just came back from visiting a memorial where the town once stood, when I found Celly and Luna in my chambers. Needless to say, I was very surprised to find they were there. Apparently, they had been waiting for me to return for quite a while, and before I could say anything, they embraced me and started… Singing. They sang the same song I always sung for them, and I gently sang along, still in their embrace. We held each other close, and we ended up confessing our love to each other. From that point on, it was official. I had fallen in love with two Alicorn Princesses, and they had fallen in love with me. It was the most incredible feeling that I doubt I'll ever forget. I laughed as I gave both Lulu and Celly kisses as they kissed me and laughed in return, and we spent our first night together as partners - the first polyamorous couple in the history of the land, in fact. Even though at that moment I could not be happier, and I doubted they could be either, I knew that it would have to end one day. They would remain as I passed on, and everyone they would ever hold dear to them, if it were not their sister, would pass as they remained. I woke up early in the morning and dried my tears, the feeling of one day having to leave them had become unbearable. What would happen to them if- no, when I died?

Written by: @thedumbguywithaheart43 Edited by: @jdeck306

(Thanks for reading! And if you enjoyed, please reblog! Thanks in advance!)

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Maybe it's just that I've taken my adderall doses too close together, or maybe I'm feeling nostalgic, or maybe this is just a bad habit of mine, or maybe just saying this has become a pastime all on its own, but I'm kinda missing being active on tumblr again.

I'm trying to get myself pumped up for the upcoming writing challenge. I only did two of the prompts last year, but I was in a pretty awkward place with work and depression and all that. The year before was my first time on tumblr, and while I was also on midnights, at the time, I had a lot more energy and did... I think around 15 of the prompts? It was around half. This year, I'm out of that miserable job and into a better one that both pays better and gives me more free time. It's hard to say how I'll feel in a couple weeks, but right now, I feel optimistic.

I'm sure a lot of people can relate to this—especially my fellow ADHDers out there!—but optimism and drive have both always been finicky, fleeting and finite resources for me. I think over the next few days, to hang on to it, I'm going to try and go back over the stuff I've written the past couple of years and reblog some of it. You have my apologies if you've already looked at it when it came out and just, like, don't want to deal with the precocious obnoxiousness of Kid Evander or whatever.

Anyway, yeah. That's it, really.

#ooc #oh shit is that a tag?#oops

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year

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I posted 7,039 times in 2022

That's 6,854 more posts than 2021!

130 posts created (2%)

6,909 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@holylulusworld

@angrythingstarlight

@saiyanprincessswanie

@youlightmeupfinn

@kinanabinks

I tagged 108 of my posts in 2022

#bucky barnes x reader - 105 posts

#bucky barnes fanfiction - 100 posts

#james bucky barnes x reader - 94 posts

#james bucky barnes - 90 posts

#bucky barnes x you - 67 posts

#bucky barnes x ofc - 27 posts

#mob!au - 23 posts

#friday's place - 20 posts

#steve rogers x reader - 19 posts

#little bird - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 40 characters

#bucky barnes x original female character

My Top Posts in 2022:

Cold Hearted

Masterlist

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes x Natasha, Bucky x reader x Nat(past), Reader x ????

Reader is a former Black Widow and engaged to Steve Rogers. What happens when Sharon Carter is pardoned and comes to the Avengers compound?

Note: I seem to get ideas for a new story when I'm in the middle of another. I'll get back to the others when inspiration strikes. Hope y'all enjoy this.

Warnings: swearing, angst, cheating, noncon/dubcon/rape, reader and Nat are bisexual.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Completed

79 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

Cold Hearted

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Reader x Bucky x Nat

Chapter 8

Warnings: swearing, angst and a splash of smut.

Notes: I'm sorry this chapter took so long but I've been struggling. I knew where I was going but trying to get it how I wanted was a challenge. I hope it was worth the wait.

There will be another chapter to wrap it all up but this is the big climax. Enjoy.

Steves retirement party is today. He and Sharon have been a bipolar couple, either fighting or fucking, not much in between except in those few moments of warm haze after sex. Sharon was never satisfied with anything. The house, him, the team's icy treatment. Everything was a drama but every time Steve was really considering ending it she would seduce him back into her bubble.

No one was really looking forward to the party except for the fact that Steve and Sharon would be moving out the next day. They were all exhausted with Sharon and her constant bitching but also of Steve and his whining and waffling. He would go back and forth from the good man they thought they knew to the arrogant Captain America who felt entitled to everyone's adoration.

At least Thor and Val would be there with some Asgardian liquor.

BB, Nat and Wanda were relaxing over brunch discussing the evenings activities

Wanda took a sip of her mimosa and giggled at the bubbles "I just want this all over with and Sharon away from the compound. The animosity and stress is getting to me. Every time I'm anywhere near her all I feel is her hatred for the team. I don't know what Steve sees in her."

Nat nodded "It's like he's under a spell but a really bad one that keeps slipping when they aren't fucking"

BB smiled sadly "I don't know what's happening but he's not the Steve I thought I knew.

Wanda, you'd be able to tell if she was using any kind of magic, right?"

Wanda nodded "Most likely. I'd get some kind of vibe off of them but all I feel from them is anger and lust. Those emotions are too prominent for me to read any thoughts."

BB sighed "I feel that too. It makes them so uncomfortable to be around."

Nat rubbed BBs thigh "enough of that, soon they won't be our problem anymore.

So, Wanda what are you and Vis wearing? Bucky has a copy of his Army uniform that Tony had made for him and BB and I coordinated our dresses so should look pretty hot. It's our first public outing as a throuple so we want to impress. No press but Tony will have a photographer and pics are going to People magazine exclusively so they will notice us. We've even been practicing dancing together."

Nats smile was infectious and Wanda couldn't help but tease her "You seem happier than when you married Bucky. Should he be jealous? Are you and BB gonna run away on him."

Nat giggled "No. We're not going anywhere. I was so happy when we got married but BB was always our missing piece. She was happy with Steve and he was happy with her so we didn't want to mess with it but back in the day it was always the three of us."

"I'm not complaining, the lust and contentment I get from the three of you is so sweet and gets me started. Vis isn't complaining" Wanda smirked.

BB has to tease "So happy our feelings are helping your sex life. One of these days you'll have to give us some details."

Wanda blushed and hid her face while Nat and BB laughed. Maybe this could be a good day.

Steve and Sharon had slept late after staying up half the night tangled up in each other. He watched her while she slept, she was so beautiful. Especially when she wasn't nagging him about one thing or another. He had convinced himself it would get better when they moved out away from the team. They would have their own space without the animosity the team was still radiating. He had believed everyone would come to accept his relationship with Sharon but they were still angry over how he treated BB. Bucky still wouldn't talk to him outside of Avengers business and he missed his friend. After all they had been through Bucky let a woman come between them.

He knew there was something going on with BB and Bucky and Nat. They were always together and BB looked at them the way she used to look at him.

Steve thought about BB for a minute and smiled sadly, she really was incredible. He felt bad for everything but he wanted kids so bad he could taste it and BB couldn't give him any. It was a shame but life was full of them and he moved on.

He started softly running his fingers over Sharon's body to distract himself from thinking about BB. She moaned softly and her eyes fluttered open. "Already Captain? How do you still have any energy after last night?" She rolled over on her back to give him more access. Steve pushed BB out of his head and drowned himself in Sharon.

Once they finally got up Steve went to work out but Sharon declined using the hours of sex as an excuse claiming she'd had enough exercise.

Bucky and Sam were having lunch after spending some time sparring after a morning run when Steve wandered into the kitchen. Steve greeted them both, Sam waved and Bucky just nodded in response.

Steve sighed "Is everyone gonna hate me forever? Don't I deserve to have the American dream after all these years defending it? Why don't my so called friends want me to be happy?"

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Masterlist

Aarrgh! Going back and forth between my husbands pc and my phone is causing some issues with links so I’m starting over.

Here’s my stories, all are Bucky Barnes x Reader/OFC

If you prefer AO3

Miss Velvet- Completed

Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.<;br />

Bucky Barnes is a manwhore who is enjoying his freedom for the first time in decades and pays no mind to y/n when she meets the team because he learned to ride from Hydra and too is busy pursuing his next conquest.

Post Endgame but everybody survived, because I said so. And Steve helped get Sharon Carter pardoned so they are together.

Little Bird-Completed

Bucky Barnes x Mutant OFC

Notes: This idea just came to me while I was working on my college au and I'm pretty excited about it. Canon has been taken out back and shot, I do what I want. Enemies to lovers

The Avengers find Rika being held captive in a Hydra base and try to figure out who she is and why Hydra wanted her.

The Cowgirl and the Engineer

Notes: this is some sort of Heathers/Mean Girls/The DUFF mash up, in college au. I tried to make it original but will admit to being influenced by other stories I have read. I have not intentionally stolen or copied anyone else’s work.

Summary: Reader is a hard working vet science major. I tried to keep the description vague except she’s a she, tall and not thin. Bucky is a studious engineering major with a mean girl girlfriend, Sharon whose sister is Steve’s ex Peggy another mean girl. Steve & Nat, Sam & Wanda, Brock Rumlow is a dick, brief reader x Jack Rollins, Maria & Carol

Friday’s Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Mob AU

Friday is an equestrian who runs a therapeutic stable that works with special needs, at risk kids and veterans.

Bucky Barnes is the boss of SHIELD a mafia family and involved with a business deal that requires Friday's Place and all of the homes around it to be demolished for new buildings.

Brock Rumlow is second in command with Hydra and in charge of the deal Friday is fighting. He's not afraid to fight dirty, in fact he prefers it.

Sharon Carter is Friday's oldest frenemy and Brocks girl.

Friday won't go down without a fight. What happens when her and Bucky clash?

Cold Hearted- Completed

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Reader(past), Reader x ????

Former Black Widow Reader is engaged to Steve Rogers but what happens when Sharon Carter is pardoned and returns.

Low Expectations

Reader is low on self esteem. Can Bucky convince her that she's the one he wants?

Note: just a simple love story. Many of the people, situations and quotes were plucked directly from my past experiences. It took my husband a lot of time and angst to help me look past the image that my ex carved into my psyche. Luckily he really did want me and was patient enough to help me carry my baggage.

Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

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Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is low on self esteem when she meets Bucky. Can he convince her that she's the one he wants?

Chapter 2

Warnings: swearing, mostly fluff with a little angst

When he hadn't contacted her for 2 days Y/N officially gave up. It was nice for a minute but her experience told her that guys who looked like James didn't have relationships with girls like her. She hadn't seen Terri all weekend so she was spared the questioning but it didn't make her feel any better. After drinking way too much on Sunday afternoon she slept fitfully and showed up at work hungover, never removing her sunglasses until she returned home that night. When Sheila tried to ask about her data, Y/N just shook her head and Sheila let it go.

When she saw Terri, her friend didn't even need to ask, she knew by the look on her face and hugged her.

Y/N pulled away "It's fine, nothing that hasn't happened a hundred times before. I don't really want to talk about it" and poured a glass of wine to take to her room. "I'm really tired. I'm going to take a bath and crash."

Terri nodded, worried about her friend but unsure of how to help without making things worse. Calling Sam to bitch him out about his friend came to mind but it went straight to voicemail.

On Wednesday Bucky finally had a minute to breathe and was in a place where he had a signal so tried to call Y/N but kept getting her voicemail. He texted her, frustrated but figuring she was at work only sent one and tried to relax while he could.

Y/N overslept on Wed and forgot to grab her phone so was antsy all day at work. The office was chaotic because some big executive that was just hired wanted to tour the offices and look for ways to cut costs. That usually meant layoffs so everyone was in a tizzy trying to look perfect.

When she got home her phone was dead since she had forgotten to plug it in so she had to charge it while she made dinner. When she sat down to eat she grabbed her phone to see what she missed. She was shocked to see a bunch of missed calls one voicemail and one text from James. He apologized profusely and at great length, explained he was called away for an emergency and without a signal most of the time. She tried to call him but it wouldn't go through so sent a text and laid down to read while she waited to hear from him again. She fell asleep without hearing from him.

After 2 days of playing phone tag Bucky was relieved when he was finally able to get through to speak with her. He apologized some more, she was skeptical but agreed to give him a second chance with a warning that it would be the last one. They scheduled a date for the coming Tuesday for dinner at the same diner and he promised up and down that he would be there and explain everything.

Y/N got a text from James on Tuesday morning confirming their date and had to talk herself down from getting too excited. As Terri helped her with her make up she warned her "He better not flake again or I'll kick his ass. I don't care who his friends are" which made Y/N laugh.

Her boss was being a tool again, everyone had to document their typical work day and basically prove to the new management that they were worth keeping on and lower management was stressed and stretched thin. She ran late again but was happy to find him waiting for her this time. With flowers in his hand. She felt her stomach flutter.

"James! I'm so sorry I'm late. My supervisor was being a pill all day and wanted to talk to me which made me miss my train. I hope you can forgive me" she fluttered her eyes at him while sporting a cheesy grin.

James laughed softly "I'm pretty sure that bosses being difficult is an acceptable excuse for tardiness in the book of dating rules but don't let it happen again. Besides you look beautiful and I'm not sure I could stay upset with you if I tried."

Y/N noticed his eyes sparkle when he smiled and got lost for a minute when she realized he was trying to get her attention. "Wait, what?"

He couldn't stop smiling "Where did you go?"

She felt her face heat up and hoped he couldn't tell "You have such pretty eyes" she blurted out before she could stop herself. She covered her mouth, mortified "Sorry, just a little striking. I couldn't see them when we met."

He blushed at the compliment "Thank you but You don't need to apologize for complimenting me, doll. My eyes don't hold a candle to yours. You're even prettier than I remember. Why don't we go inside?"

A waitress approached them, looked Bucky up and down then looked surprised when she saw Y/N was with him "Hey Y/N, who's your handsome friend?"

"Hey Cindy, this is James. James, this is Cindy."

Cindy put on her best flirtatious smile "Hi James"

Bucky smiled and nodded "Cindy, nice to meet you" then turned to Y/N which made Cindy huff out in annoyance.

Once they were seated and looking at the menu Y/N spoke up "So how does a guy named James get Bucky for a nickname? Braces? Bucked off of a horse?"

He laughed softly "My middle name is Buchanan and there were too many James' on my block growing up."

She laughed with him. "I guess it's not too bad, I've heard worse nicknames but I like James better"

Bucky blushed and felt butterflies in his stomach at the way she said James. "When I was a kid only my ma ever called me James but I'll give you a special dispensation" and smiled

Y/N felt her insides turning around and a tingle in her core when he smiled at her. This man is beautiful she thought to herself. And the way his nose crinkled when he laughed! All the more reason to keep her hopes in control. She had a ton of male friends, 'You're such a great girl with the best personality but I just don't see you that way. More like a little sister' Guys act like they're the only ones trapped in the friend zone. No way would someone this sweet and funny and good looking want her.

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Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is low on self esteem when she meets Bucky. Can he convince her that she's the one he wants?

Warning: swearing and a little angst. Almost Canon compliant

Notes: just a simple story. Might be a couple of chapters if anyone is interested. Much of the situations, people and dialogue are from my real life. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Let me know what you think or if I should keep going.

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Y/N and her bff/roommate, Terri, were putting on the finishing touches before going out. "Terri, do we always have to go dancing? Once in a while I'd like to go somewhere that plays rock n roll, I'm full up on EDM and dance pop"

"Next time, I promise but I heard this club is supposed to be really good."

Y/N looked down on her tiny friend, being almost 6 feet herself "Good like great music or good like lots of hot guys?"

Terri smirked "Why not both?"

She sighed, maybe this place would be different. Every club or bar they went to all the guys flocked to Terri's side and she was practically ignored by everyone but the bartender. She didn't blame Terri, it wasn't her fault that she was a natural platinum blonde who tans like a freak and was a genius with make-up and clothes. Y/N on the other hand was tall, taller than a lot of men, curvy wearing a size 14 compared to Terri's size 2 and barely wore make-up. Life was too short to spend hours on your face.

It wasn't different. She sat at the table while guys lined up to dance with Terri. A couple bought Y/N drinks and tried to chat her up but it didn't take long for them to start asking about Terri. One guy that looked old enough to be her father but with his shirt unbuttoned and way too tight pants did ask her to dance but she couldn't bring herself to say yes.

After that she stopped agreeing to go out, claiming work or a headache or cramps or anything she could think of that might convince Terri to leave her out of it.

After a couple of months, Terri had enough.

"Y/N! I'm home now come on, we're going out tonite!" the door slammed as Terri walked in.

Y/N sighed "But Terri, I have a meeting in the morning and can't be out late drinking"

"No, no, no. You haven't left the house for anything but work in months. When is the last time you had a date or got laid? You'll never meet anyone like this." Terri scolded

Y/N shook her head "Like I'll find some meaningful connection at a bar. Geez, you sound like my aunt."

"Maybe but I'll bet your aunt has gotten laid more recently than you have" Terri teased

Y/N rolled her eyes, her aunt was a party girl who never grew out of it even in her 50's "Keep up that kind of talk and you'll turn me off of sex forever. Definitely for tonight"

"Oh no you don't. Freshen up and let's go."

"Fine but two drinks and I'm coming home. I really do have a meeting." Y/N smirked "and we better go somewhere that plays some rock."

At the club Terri picked up the first round and started looking around the room for potential victims. She stopped when she saw a good looking guy with a beautiful smile and gap between his front teeth and a brunette sitting together with her nemesis Tina Larson hanging all over the smile.

She nudged Y/N "Look at Tina, sleazing all over tall dark and handsome. I'll bet you the next round I can steal him away from her. I'll even direct the brunette towards you, his hair is kinda long, like you like."

Y/N's eyes got wide "Isn't that-?" Terri nodded.

Y/N shook her head "That's a sucker bet, no guy actually wants Tina Larson all over him and all of them want you. The brunette is cute but not my type."

Terri scoffed "He's totally your type! Why are you talking yourself out of it without even meeting him?"

Y/N shook her head "Because none of them even look at me when I'm with you. Remember last time? You had like 8 guys clamoring to get near you and a creepy senior citizen asked me to dance. Go get handsome but leave me out of your schemes."

She pulled out her phone to keep busy while Terri worked. She was distracted from her phone when Terri came back with TD&H and his friend. Smirking at Tina who was glaring daggers at Terri.

Terri sat on the smiles lap "Y/N, this is Sam and James, boys this is Y/N."

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