#hg fic

[ldydeath]

The Hardest Goodbye | Kang Dae-ho

Summary: Your boyfriend is heading off to the Marines. You two try to give each other the last perfect day.

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: This fic takes place well before he joins the games. As always, if you'd like to be tagged please let me know!

Tomorrow was the day. The day your world would change forever and you were just supposed to lay here in this bed and pretend like the air wasn’t getting sucked out of your lungs. You rolled onto your side, taking in every aspect of your boyfriend. Daeho was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to your stares. His chest rising and falling as the blankets slid down his perfect chest. You reached out, moving his hair off his face so you could take in his appearance. You’d miss that long gorgeous hair of his. You’d miss everything about him, really.

He stirred at your touch, his eyes opening slowly, a small grin spreading across his face. “Morning.” His voice raspy with sleep and you leaned him, giving him a slow passionate kiss. His arms reached out, drawing you in closer, neither of you wanting to let go of this moment. It was the last time you’d be waking up next to each other for a long while.

Daeho was leaving in the morning for bootcamp, he’d taken his dads advice and joined the Marines. Your heart had broken when he’d given you the news. Of course you were happy for him - if this is what he wanted to do, but you were going to miss him.  You had woken up next to each other every morning for the past two years and now you were just supposed to live in this apartment alone? It didn’t feel right.

“Come on, we have plans.” You sighed as you untangled yourself from him, getting out of bed slowly. 

There was no rush to get through this day. Tonight he’d go to his parents for a final night with them and you’d meet them before he’d head out. You watched from the bathroom mirror as he put his hair in a bun, his eyes wandering down to yours and he grinned, giving you a wink before walking out of the bathroom. 

After you were both ready, he grabbed your hand and headed out of the apartment. You two had an entire day planned of exploring the city you called home, going to all of Daeho’s favorite places that he wouldn’t be to visit for a long while. The perfect last day before you’d have to go months without seeing each other.

It was cruel, the way every man had to enlist. It was only two years, you knew that. But right now two years felt like a lifetime. What was the point in all of this if you two couldn’t be together?

“You ok?” His voice broke you from your thoughts and you looked up at him, a smile on your face.

“Yeah. I was just thinking about how I can’t wait to get rid of you. You’re such a giant pain in my ass.” You teased. He chuckled, pulling you closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. 

Neither of you were ready for the distance you were about to face, so he’d keep you close to him for as long as he could. If he’d had it his way the two of you would’ve never gotten out of bed that morning, but he knew that would just make it even harder for him to leave in the morning. That was part of the reason he’d decided to stay with his family this evening. Leaving you was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. He knew if he had to leave while you were sleeping peacefully next to him he’d never make it out the door. 

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder, or so they say. You’re going to be ready to jump my bones when I get back.” He winked at you and your stomach flipped. He was so damn attractive when he did that.

“Maybe.” You shrugged, hiding just how much he affected you. 

“I know you had a whole day planned for us, but I had something else in mind.” You raised a brow as he smirked at you. 

Daeho turned on his heels, leading you towards the opposite end of town. You followed him silently inside a cute little pet shop, confusion evident on your face. Why had he brought you here of all places? Sure, you loved animals but this seemed like such an odd time to be bringing you here. You followed him towards one of the crates where a cute Jindo puppy was staring up at you both. He reached down, picking her up and turned to face you.

“You’re going to need someone else to take care of while I’m gone.” He shrugged, placing the puppy into your arms.

“She’s adorable, Daeho. But are you sure a puppy is a good idea right now?” He just simply nodded his head before heading towards the front of the shop. 

It took about ten minutes for him to fill out the adoption papers, names running through your head while you waited. Nothing good was coming to mind yet, but you weren’t worried. As long as the little angel had a name by the time his enlistment was done, it would be fine. 

“Let's take her home. There’s one more thing I need to do.” You were skeptical, him changing plans on you was unusual, but you followed him home all the same.

Once you were inside, Daeho moved to the front closet pulling out all kinds of items for the dog - a bed, food, food bowls, toys. It seemed he’d been planning this for a while. It amazed you how well this man could keep a secret from you. Were you really that oblivious? 

You let out a laugh, setting down your dog, before walking over to him to place a kiss on his cheek. His eyes closed, relishing in the closeness of you as his arm wound its way around you again. You would never be close enough. Not to make up for two years of you not being there.  He pulled away, clearing his throat and led you to the couch. 

“I wasn’t going to do this here, but when I got to thinking about it, this is the perfect place. We said I love you here for the first time. I asked you to move in right on this very couch. It seems fitting.” You raised a brow but before you could speak Daeho was on his knees in front of you.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slid a ring out of his pocket. This man. Really? A dog and a proposal before he left? And all you’d prepared was last night. 

“Daeho-” You started but he shushed you, grabbing your hands. His fingers rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

“I love you. I want to come home to you after this. Forever. There is nobody else for me. Marry me?”  You nodded, a silent yes leaving your lips as he slid the ring on your finger. 

“You’re really something, you know that?” You peppered his face in kisses, pulling up on the couch to sit next to you. “I love you.” 

You didn’t know how long you two sat together, arms round around each other, enjoying the silence of being just you two for one last time. As the world turned dark around you, Daeho placed a kiss on your head before gently moving himself from you. He disappeared down the hall, your nameless pup following him and your heart ache when he returned with his bags. 

It didn’t seem real, getting engaged and him leaving you all at the same time. You stood up, meeting him at the door and swallowed the lump in your throat.  There were so many things you wanted to say. How much you loved him, how much you’d miss him. How there was obviously nobody else but words escaped you as he leaned down, kissing you so passionately you weren’t sure you were going to let him leave.

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips. You could feel his wet tears on your cheeks and you looked up to see his tear stained face. You wiped his tears away, kissing him gently once more and choked back a sob.

“I love you more. I’ll see you in the morning.” It was a lie, you both knew you weren’t seeing each other the next day, it would be too hard for him to leave if he had to say goodbye to you in the morning. That was why you’d agreed to do this now. His family would see him off. You walked over to the side table, grabbing a letter and handed it to him. “Don’t read it until you’re on the bus tomorrow.”

He nodded, putting the letter into his jacket pocket and leaned in to kiss you once more. With a sigh, he opened up the front door and headed out without looking back. You chewed on your bottom lip, watching as he slipped into his car. You didn’t move from your spot until well after his car was no longer in view. Now all you had was time. But you knew when he’d come home all this pain would be so worth it. You just had to wait.

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[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field VII

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: 2.5k

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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"Mister Snow, Miss Y/L/N."

At the voice of the Dean, you're both shoving off of each other, faster than you believed it was possible for you to move. You slide back across the floor, stumbling to stand up at the same time as Coryo as Dean Highbottom stares you down.

You didn't realize how completely dead to the world you were it was too late. "Uh, Dean Highbottom." You say, noticing he wasn't about to speak anymore, just staring you down with disappointment. "We were just, um-"

"Don't even try." He cuts you off, holding a hand up to you to shut you up. "I knew it was an irresponsible decision to let the two of you work together on something apparently so important. You're both disqualified, effective immediately, and at the very least demerited. If I get it my way, you'll be expelled."

Coriolanus goes completely pale, fully in shock. He was screwed, without the prize he had nothing. It was his prize, they couldn't take that from him over a juvenile mistake.

"No." He looks at you, shocked, as you argue with the Dean. "Whatever you think you saw has nothing to do with Coryo's mentorship- with my mentorship."

He rolls his eyes. "Y/N, my decision is final."

"I don't think it is." You cross your arms. "And we both know why, and unless you want me to tell someone-"

"No." The Dean replies firmly, and you can see he's trying to hide his panic. "Just get back, please. And make it hasty." He waves you off, and the two of you rush along.

"What was that?" Coryo whispers to you once you are out of earshot.

"Nothing." You insist, not so much as looking in his direction now.

"No, that was not nothing, you threatened the Dean."

"What? No, I didn't." You try and lie, but he's smarter than that. Of course he's smarter than that.

"Yes, Y/N, you did. I was right there, I heard-"

"Coriolanus, it's in your best interest to drop it."

"But-"

"Now."

He sighs at the finality behind your statement. "What are we going to do? He told us that we're disqualified."

"We're not disqualified." You chuckle, shaking your head and stopping in the hall next to a reflective window to wipe off the smeared mascara from under your eyes.

"What if they take it out on Lucy Gray? She could be in serious trouble, here." He asks, and reasonably so. If this gets to Dr. Gaul, which he doesn't doubt that it will, it is not a stretch to assume that if they get disqualified, they will find a way to do the same to Lucy Gray.

"Oh, who cares Coryo? She's district." You scoff, cleaning your fingers on the underside of your skirt. You knew that Lucy Gray would be just fine, nothing that you could do would harm her, and you wouldn't want that. You really liked Lucy Gray, but why would he pinball from kissing you like it was his life in the balance to being so concerned for her in a minute?

"She's my tribute! If she doesn't win I am fucked- do you realize that? Do you realize how badly you could have screwed this up for me? My whole life depends on Lucy Gray right now!" At least it wasn't personal, you think at his outburst.

You let out a sigh, managing a small, smug smile. "Coryo, trust me. They won't hurt her- not on our account anyway. Just trust me."

Coriolanus sighs, running a hand over his face and then through his hair. You can't threaten a powerful man like Casca Highbottom with nothing; he's certain that you know something you most definitely should not, but what that could be is lost on Coriolanus. "Okay." He agrees, watching you as you finish cleaning up what's left of your makeup after your breakdown. Seemingly it's gone. To him, if he hadn't seen it, if you hadn't cried in his arms, he wouldn't have known it happened at all.

"But still, don't tell anyone. Yeah?" You add, turning back to face him now.

"Not a word." He promises.

You giggle, reaching up and wiping his mouth with your sleeve. "You've got a little lipstick, there..."

Coryo chuckles, pulling his head back to do it himself, attempting to cover the burning he can feel appearing in his cheeks. How you could go from crying, to kissing him the way you had, to angry and then back to your normal self could give him whiplash if he didn't know you better. Luckily, the idea of you has never scared him.

Lucy Gray hadn't made another appearance after Jessup's death that afternoon, so Coryo had gone home and come back with a couple of blankets and his pillow. He really just ran home, stripped his bed and showered before returning to you. In the morning you had folded everything up for him and tucked it in the bleachers next to you when other people started arriving. Why were you the only mentors who even decided to spend the night? It was laughable how much more you deserved a mentorship than any of them, but this is all the more chance to prove yourself. Your classmates make it so easy. It's not like you wanted them around, so it was a win-win through and through.

Coryo had been shocked that morning when Dr. Gaul arrived, not saying a word to either or you or even so much as sparing him a knowing glance. He had anticipated a very uncomfortable meeting with her following the events of the day before, but no such moment came. The Dean must have decided that keeping that secret was the right move.

It was itching at Coriolanus that you hadn't talked about it either, but he was not about to be the one to bring it up. Maybe he should go talk to Tigris about it- she had been kind enough to come in on her day off today to watch. Not that it mattered to him, though, it didn't. It was an act of comfort, just like the hug. He had asked you what you needed, and you answered with your actions. That was all. That's all it had to be, after all. You both needed to focus, and he needed to not start falling for you now- of all times. Even if deep down he knew this infatuation, if that's the right word, started years ago. The way he used to think it was hunger causing his stomach to lurch when you so much as looked at him, or that was the envy of your family wealth when you would show up to academy events in a dress that fit you so flawlessly it made the room spin around him, voices fading out to nothing. But no, that had always been side effects of hunger. Or at least, that's what he used to think. Until he got to hold you the way he has these last couple weeks, and the way your hair splayed out over his arm when you used him as a pillow last night, curled up on the floor in the academy.

Now, everything is different at the most inconvenient time possible. The worst part, the worst part of it all was that you seemed entirely unphased. That is why this was bothering him. That even though he's been fed, he's still so hungry.

God, you were so bored. You don't ever remember the games being this boring before, but that was when you could snack away on endless trays of hors d'oeuvres and your parents allowed you to drink with other party guests until the games were done by a reasonable hour in the evening. "Finally." You sigh, standing up as Lucy Gray emerges from the tunnel, likely in search of food or water.

Coral and her pack of seemingly mindless followers were making a move on attacking Lamina, which hardly had you lifting your head. "Y/N." Coryo summons you over and you smile, making your way to his side. "She looks like she needs something, but if I send anything the drone will point them right to her."

You hum in agreement, scanning the widescreen of the arena. "They have their own pile of water over there, she could take that if she sees it. And if she's quick." You point, as if somehow you could relay this information to her.

It feels like you did when you see her head lock in the direction of the pile of bottles, hand instinctually patting over her pocket. "She's checking if she still has it." You whisper to Coryo, breath fanning over his neck. He just nods, knowing this isn't a topic anyone could hear you discuss. "Looks like she doesn't want water, she wants them out. Smart." You add quietly, eyes locked on the screen.

"Sounds like you." He replies, making you smile to yourself.

The two of you watch on baited breaths as she waits for the right moment, and she finds the perfect one. She takes off toward the bottles, quickly and quietly just as you whisper for her to go, now.

"Watch, if she's really smart, she'll take one, then dump the rest." You say, watching as she just grabs one before darting to the middle, hiding under the rubble in the center while the others are still preoccupied. "Oh. Well, that's an interesting approach." You cross your arms, standing up straight again. At least this was at least exciting.

"Remind me why we didn't throw you in with them?" Coryo asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

"You kinda did, didn't you?" You laugh quietly, pretending to hit his shoulder.

"That's fair." He agrees, focussing once more on the screen, trying to keep track of Lucy Gray. She goes out of sight from any of the cameras underneath the debris, before emerging a few moments later and running over to the remaining water bottles.

"As you predicted..." Coryo sighs, gesturing to the screen you were already watching as she begins to dump the other bottles, placing the one she just had next to them.

"She just has to hurry." You reply, resisting the urge to gloat over your accurate call. And again, you were right because it isn't long after Lamina's now dead body falls to the ground and the other tributes finally notice Lucy Gray's presence, chasing her back into the tunnels. You're hoping the map you drew up for her was helpful, and that she can hide. If she dies down there, you won't know.

You give Coryo a high-five with both hands, feeling glares on you from the other mentors about the waste of their tributes water. They're just mad that they got stuck with tributes dumber than Lucy Gray, and you can't fault them for that. "Cake with the cream." The blonde grins at you, mocking Lucy Gray's accent.

"Snow lands on top." You smile back in confirmation, his hands wrapping into yours and shaking them happily. "Now we just have to hope that..."

You trail off, not getting the chance to finish as you see one of the other tributes stumble out of the tunnels and toward the lone water bottle Lucy Gray left. "Who do we have here?" Lucky's narration interrupts your thought process. "Ah, it's Ill Dill. Tuberculosis on legs." The shock of his statement has you dropping your jaw, laughing and earning you a glare from your classmate who was designated her mentor. It wasn't funny, truly, but just the shock of him saying that. Regardless, you hadn't seen her since day one, and even before then, she was incredibly sick. Never a threat, hardly a thought.

Coryo sees this shift in your demeanor, looking back to the screen as well and slowly dropping your hands. The tribute, Dill, you think, takes a sip, and the two of you hold your breath as she lays down next to the uncapped bottle, ceasing all movement after only a few moments with blood dripping from her nose onto the cement beneath her.

You glance nervously around the room, making sure no one is making the same connections you are, knowing what you know. So far, no one seems alarmed, but Dr. Gaul has apparently left- which is shocking to you. Regardless, Dill was knocking on death's door anyway, you're surprised she came out at all. You place your hand on Coryo's shoulder trying to be reassuring, as if to say no one knows.

It's at that moment where Reaper comes out, calling out for his district partner. She remains unmoving even as he runs to her side, trying to shake her awake. Cue the buzzer; that's one less tribute between Lucy Gray and you getting your dream job.

Your heart stops as he eyes the bottle next to her, your hand gripping tighter onto Coryo's shoulder. You're both waiting for the other shoe to drop, Reaper knows that something isn't right. Luckily for the two of you, he ignores it. He lifts the dead girl up, looking around before carrying her to Lamina's side under the beam. Followed by Marcus, then Jessup, then Bobbin.

"What's he doing?" You ask quietly among other whispers which you are sure that if you could hear them clearly would echo your sentiments.

"I don't know..." Coryo replies, slightly shaking his head as the boy moves away from his line of bodies and over to the wall.

You have to fight the urge to laugh when he rips the flag down from the wall, causing all sorts of chaos to break out in your theatre. "He just tore down the flag..." You hear Lucky say, and as you look around at the chaos it caused, it makes you want to cheer for the boy. He had been looking at the flag when you tried to speak to him just before the bombing- had he known?

He lays the large red fabric over the row of bodies, turning to look directly into the camera everyone is fixated on. You get chills as if he's staring at you directly. Personally. "Are you gonna punish me now?" He shouts, making people jump in the now, suddenly silent room. "Are you going to punish m-?"

He's cut off abruptly by the face of Dr. Gaul, in an apparent emergency broadcast. So that's where she went. Coryo sits up straighter to listen in, and you can feel him tense under your palm.

"I am devastated to announce that due to injuries sustained in the rebel bombing of the arena, another one of our academy students, the son of our President, Felix Ravenstill has died." You gasp, lifting a hand to cover your mouth as chatter erupts in the room. You never loved Felix, far from it, but it seemed to you that your classmates were dropping like flies. That would make anyone a little on edge. "We cannot allow the rebels to continually get away with such violent, senseless acts. This is why we have to retaliate, with something very special for our tributes in the arena. Even if that means there will be no winner." You don't hear what else she says as Coriolanus is abruptly pushing his chair back as he stands.

"Hey, what are you doing?" You ask as he starts to back away, eyes still locked on the screen. You reach out and grab his hand. "Coryo?"

"Where's your bag?" He asks, ignoring your question.

"Uh, over there." You point to your now unoccupied seat.

"Okay, I'm going to take it. I'll be back. Stay here." He prompts you, squeezing your hand for just a second before going and grabbing your bag, leaving in a flash.

"Alrighty then." You mumble to yourself, taking over his spot.

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and if you let me;; jjk

pairing: non idol!coworker jungkook x reader

word count: 1.9k

rating: teens & up!

genre: romance & fluff, cheesy confession, jungkook is a nervous guy in luv, also is silly, dorky, sweet, etc. (all the adjectives!)

summary: it was your last day at work and jungkook, who has a big fat crush on you, throws a going away party before you go.

notes: there's hardly any plot lmao it's just a hit of dopamine/feels i guess HAHAHAH :) i love him so much and my feelings are at an all-time high with the new gcf that came out!!

this is for nei (@melancholy-of-nadia)!!! luv u!!

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Jungkook was annoyed. Very annoyed.

As you howled in laughter at Hoseok’s antics, Jeon Jungkook was in his little corner, crossing his arms and shaking his head. 

It wasn’t that he was jealous. In fact, Jungkook was pretty confident and had somewhat normal self-esteem levels, but he felt like he was running out of time.

Running out of time for what, you ask? Confessing his love to you.

It was an open secret on the office floor that Jungkook had the biggest and loudest crush on you, making it real clear to all the guys in the office that you were the love of his life (on the clock, anyway). He liked people who were great at their jobs, and you were, to say the least, great at it. As your new boss and your guys’ boss fought for dominance to get you as an employee, it was clear that you were irreplaceable in the workplace, and that somehow made you even sexier to Jungkook. 

At first, it was all a physical thing. You were a looker with brains and a dry humor that Jungkook appreciated in a workplace filled with kiss-assers. It was easy to flirt with you, and it seemed like you were 110% flirting back, which, a few months down the road, got Jungkook to freak out. 

Surely, it was one thing to flirt with coworkers nonchalantly and another to deliberately be a boy loser about it. He was down bad at the 3-month mark and found himself counting the days when you would return to your cubicle, which conveniently was next to his. 

Every day, he swung by your desk trying to be smooth, only to trip up somehow. Whether it be the intonation of his voice or him tripping over his own feet, he would kick himself silly mentally before lamenting to his best friend and work confidant, Kim Namjoon at the water cooler hours later. 

“I swear I cannot walk around her!” Jungkook would sigh loudly, swirling his coffee stirrer as Namjoon chuckled, leaning against the counter before patting his coworker on the shoulder. 

“It’s okay, dude. I’m sure she doesn’t even notice it like you do,” Namjoon would reassure him even though he knew you would eventually find out (you would of course, but unaware how deep Jungkook’s love for you was). 

A year would swing by until you finally broke the news to the office that you would be leaving for another job with higher pay, and it felt like Jungkook’s world came crashing down. How could he continue working at this job if you weren’t next to him, giggling at his stupid jokes and his stupid short haircut that he specifically cut to make himself look even hotter for you? How could he possibly get through several rounds of meetings if you two weren’t playing tic-tac-toe on the memo pad the two of you would share? Or the times when Jungkook would go out of his way to the coffee shop to get your usual honey oatmilk latte from Urth Caffé? Or the time Jungkook would time his lunches so he could sit with you for the whole hour? 

And so, Jungkook devised a plan to break the “news” that he was in love with you, hoping that you would feel the same way. He orchestrated the going away party first, going to a KBBQ spot with your closest coworkers before doing karaoke with drinks. Because how else was Jungkook going to relax around you?

Jungkook could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest as you giggled at his innocent joke about Hoseok’s dance moves as your delicate head leaned against his wide shoulders. His stomach lurched forward as he coughed to cover his nervousness up, pouring yet another glass of soju for the two of you. You gladly took it, clinking the glass against his before taking a swig, and swallowing the alcoholic contents as you clung into Jungkook for the next hour. 

Jungkook was elated of course, but he didn’t wanna give much away, closing his lips together as he thumped his fingers against the table, encouraging your former coworkers to drink more. 

An hour passed and you were blasted, still hollering and hooting for the dancers, Hoseok and Jimin, to continue as karaoke night came at a fever pitch. At this point, you and Jungkook were inseparable, and he has made major moves to the level of your comfort: 1) putting his arm behind you and 2) crossing his legs so he could tap his feet against yours. 

As you hummed quietly to yourself, you shivered at the cold air coming through the AC. Jungkook saw and immediately grabbed his leather jacket, putting it around you. 

You thanked him, leaning against his chest as the two of you cuddled. Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat as he flushed red, again covering his flustered self with a cough. 

“Are you getting sick?” you inquired, looking up at Jungkook with a pout. His eyes twinkled at this point as you cutely and drunkenly put your hand up to his forehead, trying to feel his temperature. It was going up all right, and Jungkook turned even redder than the tomatoes in the ramyeon in front of you two. 

“Uh,” was all Jungkook could say, stuttering his way into a lame excuse. “The ramyeon is a bit too spicy that’s all, haha.”

He did his best to chuckle sexily as you sighed, frowning. 

“Should I have asked for it to be mild?” you inquired, grabbing the menu from the table. “If I had known you didn’t like spice, I would’ve ordered it.”

“Oh no, i-it’s okay!” Jungkook hastily replied, putting the menu down. He was freaking out, and a few of the boys were starting to notice the two of you being rather cozy.

“Man, I have never seen Jungkook look so happy in my entire life,” Taehyung teased, snorting into his beer and pointing at the both of you. 

Jungkook frowned, still beet red. 

“W-what are you talking about?!” he fired back at Taehyung. All the second youngest in the office did was shrugged, smirking. 

“Oh, now you’re playing stupid,” Taehyung drunkenly laughed, leaning against you as he whispered something in your ear. 

Jungkook’s stomach bubbled in nervousness while Taehyung chuckled after saying his piece which made you giggle a bit.

“Yeah, he can be obtuse sometimes,” you replied, glancing back at Jungkook. He flushed again, his stomach in knots. Did you know? Were you playing with him? 

As the night progressed, you began acting more and more wild, making Jungkook laugh uproariously at your behavior. Seeing you loose made him happy and glad that he planned the goodbye party in the first place. He clapped and cheered for you as you attempted badly to sing Whitney Houston’s “I’ll Always Love You”. Even if you were off-key, he still found it endearing that you even attempted. 

Your unabashed confidence was shining through, and something ignited within Jungkook. It was then when he realized how much he liked you and seeing this side of you made him want you even more. The desire to be even closer than you two already were, and the desire to be intimate was growing inside Jungkook’s already big and kind heart, and he wanted to do something more. 

It wasn’t too late when everyone began to go home, leaving the two of you alone. You had Uber’d your way to the noraebang so Jungkook offered naturally to take you home after sobering up. 

As the two of you walked to the car, you instinctively but a bit impulsively wrapped your arm around his. His stomach lurched forward as his heart beat unbelievably fast, making him cough out of nervousness. 

“You okay?” you asked worryingly, slurring a bit of your words. Jungkook was a bit concerned for you as he gripped your arm tighter around his bicep, leaning against you. 

“I am,” he hummed lightly, opening his Mercedes GT door for you before guiding you in. “Are you okay though? You had a lot to drink.”

He strapped you in with the seatbelt as you smiled warmly. At this point, you two were really close to each other, feeling each other’s warm breaths as Jungkook’s big eyes stared into yours. He lamented quietly that you weren’t entirely there, wishing you were entirely sober so he could just kiss you right then and there. Your red warm lips were calling to him, and he wanted to kiss you so fucking bad, but only if you let him. 

God, you’re so beautiful right now, he thought.  

“What?” you laughed softly as he snapped out of it. 

“N-nothing.”

Clearing his throat for the 1529458th time, he pulled away from your warmth and back into the winter air. Sliding his hands together to keep warm, he sprinted to the driver’s side of the car, sliding in before turning the engine on. The hot air swirled through the cabin as he turned the lights on and navigation took you home.

Not much was said during the ride to your house. Surely, he didn’t want to interrupt you slowly dozing off, mumbling to yourself as your hand laid on the center console. Jungkook’s hand was firmly on the shift gear but it achingly wanted to be there as well, holding your hand. He wanted to warm you up so badly, just like how he did it all night with you. 

There must have been real chemistry between you two up until this point, Jungkook thought. There was no way all of this was platonic or you had been leading him on. All the flirty exchanges you two had for the past year started replaying in Jungkook’s mind like a broken video tape, replaying over and over until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

He had to tell you. He had to confess.

-

As the car came to a stop and turned off, he went over to your side to open the door again. You woke up to the brisk cold air hitting your face as you were startled awake. Jungkook’s dark silhouette encapsulated you as you pulled out of the car, only to slip from the ice below and into Jungkook’s arms.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as he caught you immediately into his embrace. His firm, yet warm body was pressed up against your own as you giggled drunkenly, trying to maintain your balance. “God, I’m just all over you tonight huh, Jeon?”

You could feel his heavy breaths on you as you looked up. He was already staring down at you with a soft smile, his cheeks pink. 

You wondered if he was going to keep hiding it from you. You knew for quite some time that Jungkook liked you a bit too much, and even in your drunken state, you wanted to tell him it was okay to lean in for a kiss. You liked him too, and you wanted him to be yours. 

Under the dim streetlight, he ever so slowly leaned in, closing the gap between you two. His eyes were pensive, thinking a bit too hard on this, but you had already made up your mind.

Kiss me, Jungkook. 

“If you let me,” he whispered right before your lips touched his. 

You pulled him in, kissing him. His eyes closed immediately as he took control, squeezing you tightly as you two softly kissed each other, keeping warm.

Snow was falling lightly on the both of you as your lips slowly made a grin when the two of you parted.  

“Always, Jungkook.”

[bigdumbbambieyes]

"Do you ever think of me?"

The question is mumbled into the skin of his neck, where Steve's mouth is pressed.

Billy had thought Steve had fallen asleep, but. Surprise, surprise.

And it's honestly such a stupid question that he considers not answering it at all.

But, he knows better.

"Always," he murmurs, turning his head to press a sweet little kiss to Steve's forehead.

"You promise?" Steve whispers, his voice quiet and small, insecure. He gets like that, sometimes. Not as much as Billy, though.

"Cross my heart," he replies just as quietly, pressing another kiss to the bridge of Steve's nose, soothing him.

It works, if the soft little happy noise his boyfriend makes speaks for anything.

"Love doing this with you," Steve murmurs as he lifts his head, his face finally peering out from its hiding place and Billy can see that pretty face in the dark of their room.

He would know Steve's soul in the dark, just like this.

"You love doing nothing?" Billy smirks.

Steve nods, "With you."

It's so disgustingly sweet, it could almost make Billy sick.

What makes him feel worse is that he's been thinking the same thing for a while now.

Just laying here, in their bed, cuddled up and breathing has Billy beyond happy. It's peace. It's love. It's his.

It's theirs.

"Yeah," Billy whispers, turning onto his side to cup Steve's face in the dark, his lips finding that wide Cupid's bow far too easily, their noses gently bumping as he murmurs into his boyfriend's mouth, "Love doing nothing with you, too."

[amtrak12]

HELP! I've fallen down a Bering and Wells hole again and can't stop watching fanvids. I misssssss them!!! 😢

[kenobster]

Higher Ground ||| "Our Strongest Link" ||| Scott Barringer

I was on lots of teams, and, just like you, I messed up and I got thrown off — but I still remember how good it feels to be part of something. I still remember that, Scott. It's a good feeling, even when you lose.

I made these GIFs for @sendpseuds. She's writing an Obikin football fic, so I thought it'd be fun to give her some GIFs of Hayden Christensen who plays a football player in another show. Hope you like them, friend!

Bonus:

[sparklebear11]

Imagine captiol citizens could say whatever they wanted on the speakers to people in the arena

They could fuck them over and be like "bob is in the cave, almost dying and weak finish him off 🩷"

[genevievefangirl]

My Life Ended When They Called Your Name - DBDA HG AU - Chapter 38

The boys find themselves in a perilous situation. Who are their attackers? What will happen now? And can they even survive this?

My Life Ended - Chapter 38

[becauseplot]

Hi hello yes more thoughts about this hgduo pre-canon, hunger games/wars au(??) because my brain is rotating them at incredible speeds. (Obligatory cannibalism tw because yeah the lore do be like that.)

Bad originally finds Cellbit while the kid is trying to use a dagger to carve up a body to eat---key word trying. Bad stands back and watches him struggle for about thirty seconds before speaking up: "You're holding that wrong." (The kid jumps about two feet in the air. "WhhUH---") "Also you're not supposed to carve with a dagger, silly. You should really be using a knife. Here." And Bad passes him one of his hunting knives.

Bad mentally dubs Cellbit "Dagger-Kid" because he doesn't know Cellbit's name. When Cellbit later admits he doesn't know his name either, Bad officially dubs him "Dagger-Kid" or "Dagger" for short. ((For the rest of this I'll be calling Cellbit "Dagger")) ((Also I'm not 100% on this name yet but we'll see.))

I should note that I also think it would be funny that every time Dagger does something notable or reveals a new quality about himself, Bad tries to give him a new name. Like, they scavenge a piece of chocolate off one of their victims and Dagger loves it, so Bad tries to suggest, "Oh oh! What if we called you 'Sweets'! Or 'Chocolate'? 'Coco,' maybe?" all of which Dagger (playfully) rolls his eyes at. Bad rotates through nicknames regularly, but Dagger personally sticks with the first name Bad gave him.

Dagger was on his own for two months before he met Bad. He is injured and half-starved and utterly exhausted. The first time they make camp together, Dagger promises he'll take the first watch, but he nods off before even Bad can fall asleep. It's the first time Dagger has felt safe enough to truly relax, so his body just crashes. He sleeps for twelve hours.

This one's honestly more of a general qsmp headcanon I have but it goes here too: Bad teaches Dagger how to throw knives (for combat) and how to do knife tricks (for fun). Current-day Cellbit still remembers how to do the tricks, and he'll often use them as a way of fidgeting when he's thinking---with a pen or pencil instead, though.

One of Dagger's natural talents is stealth. He's not as quiet as Bad, but he's definitely good at it; his cat-hybrid traits definitely lend him a hand here, too. It's the main way Dagger survived before meeting Bad, stealing supplies out of camps while people were sleeping.

Bad, being a demon, doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep as much as mortals do, and certainly not as much as a teenage boy. To him, it only seems practical that he gives himself smaller portions of their rations, or takes longer nightwatch shifts. But Dagger (who can scarcely imagine ever being not hungry or not tired, much less at the same time) is still grateful and feels somewhat indebted to Bad, even after Bad explains.

Dagger (a cat hybrid and a little more than a bit messed up) bites to show affection. Usually Bad's arm. Any normal guy would be injured by the force of Dagger's bite---Dagger doesn't really seem to understand that not-biting-hard is an option---but Bad doesn't really mind it.

(The truth is that deep down Dagger really wants to hug Bad, but he knows Bad isn't a very cuddly person, and yeah Bad might give him a hug if he asked but he's too afraid to ask so all that affection stays bottled up until it rises rises rises and he just doesn't know what to do with it anymore and it needs OUT---)

Bad thwacks Dagger upside the head with his tail whenever Dagger is being a "little rapscallion" and eventually Dagger starts retaliating. His tail isn't as long or flexible as Bad's but he definitely does try.

Bad has a lot of stories to tell. Some true, some made up on the fly. He's always liked telling stories, and Dagger is a captive audience. He learns Dagger loves mysteries, and suddenly, all of his campfire stories are about spies, and detectives, and red-string cork boards and espionage.

The thing Dagger fears the most is that one morning he'll wake up and Bad won't be there because Bad decided Dagger slowed him down and thus abandoned him. He thinks about this near-constantly. (The thing Bad fears the most is that one morning he'll wake up and look at Dagger and start caring like he used to a long, long time ago. He does not think about this at all.)

[deb-ava]

there must be more

Everything is changing — Steve is transferring back to the ATF. Claudia will move with the Warehouse and Artie is retiring. Moving to Georgia, to Vanessa.

Some things don’t — The weight of her father’s expectations. Pete’s infectious enthusiasm for everything. The way she longs for Helena.

Oh, hey @lonely-night — I’m finally posting this 6 years later!!! It’s still not done but I didn’t want it sitting in my drafts any longer.

[mappingthesky]

hello <3 i am most intrigued by the title of jupiter beach <3 care 2 share.......? also i love u <3

hi my love <3 in honor of this fic & headgleeksana’s spectacular beta reading, here’s a teaser from my upcoming chaptered fic - Jupiter Beach <3

“You never did tell us the other day,” Xunami elbows her. “What you think about her. Jane.”

Nymphia thinks for a long moment, twirls the straw in her drink. For whatever reason, she’s been coy about this particular character study. It’s hardly the first time she’s zeroed in on a particular guest, tried to figure them out and created rich fantasies to fill in the blanks. Still, there’s something perplexing about Jane. She shouldn’t be nearly as interesting as she is, someone who is so obviously in one pocket of the world, but there’s something slightly amiss about her. She’s caught glimpses of it over the last three weeks - that something that’s bent out of shape inside of Jane - but every time she’s thought she’s close to identifying it, Jane snaps back into place. Straightens up, sips her wine, says something sardonic at the dinner table. And then it's gone again.

Nymphia has come back to the same scene again and again: Jane in the darkness at the end of the dock, smoke streaming from her mouth, head tilted up towards the sky. Every time Xunami and Dawn mull over it, Nymphia wonders why they don’t see it - that happy girls, even the ones who drive red convertibles and sip champagne and throw money around like it’ll never run out - don’t stare at the sky like Jane does.

Right then and there, Nymphia draws a conclusion. “I think there’s something sad about her.”

“Sad?” Xunami knits her brows together, confused.

“Yeah,” Nymphia nods. “All alone every night, even though she’s got all that family at home. Out at the pier, even though she’s staying at the nicest spot in town...” She looks up for reassurance, finds Mirage chewing at the inside of her cheek. “Don’t you think it's weird?”

Xunami scoffs. “What does a girl like that have to be sad about?”

[lunar-years]

After the Sunrise on the Reaping snippet was released I quite literally couldn't get this story out of brain. So here is a little (and by little I mean 11k word) everlark + Haymitch birthday fic I hope you enjoy!!

Happy Birthday, Haymitch

Summary:

The skin between Peeta’s eyebrows pinches into a frown. “Wait,” he says, putting down his pencil and snapping his head to the side to address Haymitch directly, “It’s your birthday today?” “No,” Haymitch grunts, eyes still firmly shut. “Well it’s sometime soon, anyway,” Katniss presses on, abandoning the rest of the mail to join them at the table. “Because that was unmistakably a birthday card.”

Celebrating Haymitch’s birthday and finding peace in District Twelve after the dust has settled.

[phxntomsdusk]

Hunger Games AU series

Tribute!Will x Tribute!reader

some info for the series;

it will be a fem!reader which isn’t what i usually write but based on the fact in the hunger games it is a boy and girl taken from each district it’ll just help me with writing. it’ll still be in the 2nd person pov so it’ll mostly use you/your pronouns, but when others refer to the reader they’ll use she/her. since it is based on the hunger games there will be a fair share of warnings such as gore, swearing, etc.

also feel free to send in asks about tribute!wilbur !! i’m willing to make this a character i write abt from time to time outside the series! hope you all enjoy this <33

movie one;

part 1 - coming soon

[alatariel-gildaen]

Everyone always talks about how reviewing fics is important, and how you should absolutely review older fics too, even unfinished ones, but seriously, REVIEWING FICS IS IMPORTANT, AND YOU SHOULD ABSOLUTELY REVIEW OLDER FICS TOO, EVEN UNFINISHED ONES.

I started writing a Caryl/Hunger Games crossover trilogy in about 2016/2017. I had so much enthusiasm for the story and belted out Part 1, and got half way through writing part 2 when I got too excited to wait to finish writing, and started putting it up online.

And it was met with near silence.

I forced myself to finish part 2, but it was with nowhere near the enthusiasm I had started with, and basically gave up. I haven't even thought about writing the final part in seven years.

Anyway, I've just had a series of the most gorgeous reviews on those fics. And guess who has just started a document for part 3, and has already finished the first draft of chapter 2?

This girl.

Review fics.

Review old fics.

Review unfinished fics.

You never know what you might cause to happen <3

[hwangyeddeongie]

I bet on losing dogs

a ryeji hunger games au

Ryujin always wins.

That was her motto, and everybody knew it. She always won a fight, and she would win the 74th Hunger Games too.

She had already lost the moment she set her eyes on Hwang Yeji.

playlist

1. i guess that’s the way things go

2. the night we met

3. secrets i have held in my heart

4. in the back of my mind, you died

5. we get what we deserve

6. two birds on a wire

7. forgive my northern attitude

8. aren’t you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

9. the most dangerous thing is to love

10. what about the plans we made?

11. i don’t know what to do without you

✨ 12. i think i’ll miss you forever ✨

[mustelidsinlove]

Camelot by setissma on AO3

“I was…” Draco was watching her in the dim glow coming from the streetlight just outside the window. “I was his first call when something happened in the middle of the night. I was the first person he texted when the plane touched down. I got all his secrets. I knew him by heart. And then you came along.”

“Is it the Russians? If it’s the fucking Russians, I’m not getting up.” // “I’m listening.” “You do that,” he said, “it’s very aggravating.” // And I didn’t believe any fundamentally decent people existed in the world, but then you came along and ruined my cynical outlook.” “I’m very trying that way.” “Exceptionally,” Draco agreed. “You might even say infuriatingly.” // “I love you. A lot. Probably excessively. I hope you don’t mind.” “I guess I’ll struggle through somehow.” // “Straightforward.” Draco’s breath hitched. “Uncomplicated. Not afraid of anything.” “I’m afraid of things,” Hermione murmured. “Running out of books. Serial killers. Spiders.” “You aren’t afraid of vulnerability.” Draco met her eyes. “And I find it utterly terrifying." // “You also usually don’t forget magic exists,” Hermione said, nudging his shoulder with hers. “I think we might have been ruined by eleven years of having to button everything ourselves.” “Damn, why didn’t I think of that when I was thirteen and being terrible about the superiority of purebloods?” Draco said. “It’s a really convincing argument.”

Setissma's conversations are unparalleled and this story is a delight for those who love character through dialogue, Harry/Hermione/Draco, and adults communicating like adults. A muggle politics/government/royalty au, done in an entirely original and surprising way, and simultaneously fluffy and very serious about trust, love, friendship, and vulnerability. And charming and witty to boot!

Art: The Art of Conversation V, René Magritte, 1950

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