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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ~ hey there, welcome to my page! i'm venus. feel free to request any fics you want for these fandoms:

gilmore girls

stranger things

stardew valley

supernatural

hunger games

! RULES - no smut | i have the right to not do a request, though my requests are always open.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ~ VENUS VIDEO STORE (come check out my editing acc!)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ~ MASTERLIST ↴

(gilmore girls) ↴

JESS MARIANO

baby driver

(stranger things) ↴

STEVE HARRINGTON

gravity

(hunger games) ↴

FINNICK ODAIR

sea, swallow me.

CORIOLANUS SNOW

a cold encounter

a momentary peace

☆ - S P E C I A L C H A R A C T E R S

( these are people who i don't always write for, but i'm in the mood for it lol - feel free to request any of these as well !! )

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gay people can never flirt normally its always some shit like "we'll go to chicago. I'll take you there."

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winnix they could never make me hate you

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𝙚𝙪𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙚 - 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 (made by me!)

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i made an edit account 😈😈😈

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roe and his damn pink nose - my first time trying block art !! 💌

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i’ve grown quite fond of you, shane from stardew valley.

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a momentary peace - c. s. x reader

a/n: i feel like i kinda left this open for a part two? let me know what you guys think !

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the tranquil lake. Y/N sat on the weathered wooden dock, her gaze fixed on the water's reflection. The gentle ripples mirrored the complexities of her thoughts, and she couldn't shake the emotions swirling within her.

Coriolanus Snow, a name that echoed through the Capitol's corridors of power, sat down beside her. His soft blond hair gleamed in the fading sunlight, and his sharp, calculating eyes observed the world with a detached intensity. Y/N couldn't deny the allure of his charisma, the way his presence commanded attention.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Her fiancé sighed as he sat down, leaving a comfortable space between the two of them. He looked over at her, offering a soft smile.

Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving the water. "Yes, it is. The calm before the storm, they say."

Coriolanus chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "The storm is always brewing in the Capitol, my dear. I expect it to be an absolute hurricane by the time our wedding day arrives."

As they sat in a companionable silence, Y/N couldn't help but recall the first time she met Coriolanus Snow. A chance encounter at a Capitol gala had sparked a connection neither of them could deny. There was something enigmatic about him, a darkness that intrigued her rather than frightened her away. A part of her wondered if that was a mistake.

"Before we're to be wed," Coriolanus broke the silence between them, "I'd like to get to know you better. If you don't mind, that is."

As much as Y/N liked to believe the two of them were getting married out of love, she often ignored the fact that they had only met a month ago. Romanticizing had become a hobby, as this was purely a marriage of convince for Coriolanus. Another mark off the future president's checklist.

"What would you like to know?" Y/N traced her fingers absentmindedly, trailing the surface of the water.

Coriolanus looked down at his fiancé with a knitted brow. "What drives you? The world is cold and harsh, Y/N. How do you keep going?"

Y/N inhaled. "Well, I suppose it's the belief that there's more to life than the struggle for power and prestige that keeps me afloat. I find solace in the simple moments, in the connections we forge with others."

Coriolanus arched an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. "Connections?" he echoed, the word tasting foreign on his tongue.

"Yes," Y/N nodded, her expression softening with emotion. "The bonds we share with those who understand us, who see us for who we truly are. It's in those moments that I find meaning."

A flicker of something unreadable passed through Coriolanus's eyes before he masked it with his usual composure. "Meaning," he mused, as if testing the word for himself. "A noble pursuit, indeed."

Their conversation lingered in the air, a delicate thread weaving between them. In that brief exchange, Coriolanus glimpsed a side of Y/N he hadn't expected, a depth of character that intrigued him more than he cared to admit. And as they sat by the lake, the gap between them narrowed ever so slightly, a tentative bridge forged by shared words and silent understanding.

This would be the last time Y/N would know peace.

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Puff, the magic dragon - J. B x Reader

a/n: julien baker if u can hear this save me

It's four am. Y/N walked outside of her shared house, shivering as the cool wind hit her. A light drizzle came down off the porch's roof, and the sound of a few early morning birds chirped about. Y/N gently closed the front door and saw her wife, Julien, sitting down and smoking a cigarette.

"Oh, hey," She exhaled, looking up at Y/N through the thick cloud of smoke. Her big, brown eyes glistening in the moonlight. "Whatcha doin' up?"

Y/N sleepily shook her head. "Couldn't sleep." She sat down beside Julien with a shiver, "God, it's cold out here."

Hearing what she said, Julien quickly took off her coat and tossed it onto her wife with a smirk. "Better?"

"Yeah," Y/N nodded, leaning onto Julien's shoulder. She sighed, watching the air leave her lips due to how cold it was. Nothing was more crisp and cool than December air.

Julien took another puff, then wrapped her arm around Y/N's shoulder. Y/N took her hand, playing with the abundance of rings that Julien always wore. They had almost always been on her fingers, during tours, rehearsals, every smoke break. Y/N loved playing with them. Julien leaned closer to plant a gentle kiss on her head, inhaling Y/N's coconut shampoo.

"So perfect," Julien whispered, closing her eyes. Her breath tickled against Y/N's neck as she rubbed soft circles against her upper back. Both of their breathing in sync.

"C'mon, lets head inside." Julien sighed, her voice filled with warmth.

Y/N sighed as she was about to get up, when suddenly Julien grasped onto her waist and threw her over shoulder. Y/N's eyes flutter in surprise, letting out a squeal.

“Jules!” Y/N wiggled in her grasp, "Let me down!"

“Not a chance, princess.” She replied cheerfully, a huge grin on her face.

She carried her inside the house as Y/N kicked her feet trying to get away. Julien span her around in the hallway until they both ended up getting dizzy, and finally plopped Y/N down on the bed. As they both struggled to catch their breath from laughing so hard, she plopped down on the bed next to her, giggling.

Y/N brushed a strand of hair out of Julien's face and sighed, “You’re so cute, even when you’re trying to kill me.”

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a cold encounter - c. s. x reader

𐌕Ꮤ: alc, y/n is a prostitute (but nothing serious mentioned/happens), big words, not rlly proofread lol

The air in the Capitol was thick with anticipation as the annual Hunger Games approached. Amongst the extravagant parties and lavish celebrations, Coriolanus Snow, the cunning and ambitious Head Game-maker, moved through the crowd with an air of calculated elegance. His piercing eyes scanned the room, always searching for the next opportunity to assert his power. He'd never admit it out loud, but he always enjoyed the looks of the gossiping partygoers as he proudly made his way around the room. He loved the control he had over people.

As he picked up his next flute of champagne, he overheard a woman with atrociously pink hair and a flouncy see-through dress mention a name he hadn't heard in a long time. Y/N L/N. 

    "Where is she?" He asked the woman, taking a sip of his champagne nonchalantly. Of course, on the inside, he was fuming. This party was supposed to be his, and the pathetic likes of Y/N were bound to cause problems. 

    The woman nervously answered, "In the VIP lounge, Mr. Snow." She smoothed out her dress, giving him the bravest smile she could muster. 

    Pathetic, Snow thought. He quickly made his way to the VIP lounge and saw the girl he hated oh-so-much. Tonight, she dawned a black dress covered in rhinestones and layered pearl necklaces. How... vintage. He also saw that she was talking to a painfully drunk man who couldn't comprehend what the hell a boundary was. Corio didn't like that at all. 

    He confidently walked up to the man and shoved him off of Y/N. "I think it's about time you went home," Coriolanus dusted the filth of the drunken man off of his shirt, "Now." 

    "Nice one, Snowman," Y/N huffed, "I just lost a customer because of you. Thanks a lot!" She got up out of her chair and looked him in the eye. Her makeup looked especially good tonight, but Coriolanus wasn't going to say anything. 

    He examined the girl, smirking at her attitude. He might hate her guts, but he sure as hell enjoyed their small arguments. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his wallet, getting out $50 and handing it to Y/N. 

    "Here," He extended his hand, "Now go find desperate men and women somewhere else, will you? Watching you work here is deplorable." 

    Y/N chuckled and took the money. "I know you wish you were one of them," She smirked and walked off, disappearing into the party. As she walked away, Coriolanus could feel annoyance bubbling up in his stomach. He tried to come up with a sharp retort, but admittedly, he was at a loss for words.   

    No one had that effect on him.

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baby driver - j. m x reader

summary: after a failed study session with dean forester, jess and y/n decide to get a little innocent payback.

𐌕Ꮤ: hating on dean forester, accurate gilmore girls banter and drama, not spellchecked, first jess fic yippie ! ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ ¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸

"Mariano," Y/N whined, stumbling into Luke's Diner. She dragged her feet across the floor and dramatically plopped down on one of the bar stools. " I feel like my face is about to fall off and I'm blaming it on you."

Jess rolled his eyes as he wiped down the counter, "Good morning to you too, Y/N. I get the feeling you didn't just come in here to complain."

"And you would be right!" Y/N smirked, "I'm here for the doughnuts. Chocolate, please." She jokingly batted her eyelashes before yawning. "Ugh, get me a coffee too."

"So, why are you up at eight o'clock in the morning," Jess poured her some coffee and handed it to her, along with the doughnuts. "You don't wake up until at least two. Special occasion?"

"Oh yeah, Dean Forester is real special. I'm supposed to meet up with him to go over our English assignment. I doubt he'll actually focus on the work though. I swear he's been so obsessed with Rory it's actually suffocating my last braincell."

Jess laughed at your comment, "You wish that was you or somethin'?"

Y/N threw a crumb of her doughnut at him and gagged, "As if! Dean doesn't even like Bowie, there's no chance him and I are gonna be anything more than friends."

"Very true," Jess smirked, "Any hater of David Bowie should be locked up and studied. I'm glad you're staying away from the freaks of the world, Y/N. Very proud."

"Yeah well, I better get going. Dean said he would pick me up from here and drive us to the lake so we can focus or something." Y/N sighed, "Wish me luck, Mario."

"Hey, do not call me that. Put some respect on a poor kids name, will ya?" He joked, "At least you get to ride around in his car. Pretty nice one if I do say so myself."

"Pretty car, pretty annoying boy." Y/N took her coffee and doughnuts and gave Jess one last smile before she headed out to wait for Dean and his car. Surely he wouldn't be too long..

"H-Hey, Jess," Y/N's shaky voice spoke into her phone, "Can you come pick me up? I'm at the lake and it's raining and Dean left an-"

"I'll be there in 10." Y/N could hear a door slam and a car start on the other side of the line. Jess hung up and Y/n waited as he drove to come get her.

The study session had gone alright, but it was what happened after that which led to Y/N now being stranded. She hid under what little over a close by oak tree had and waited until Jess pulled up.

“Get in.” Jess handed her a towel as Y/N got into his car. His knuckles grew white as he gripped the steering wheel, not saying anything else as he drove off.

“Thank you, Jess.” Y/N sniffled, “I could’ve walked but my house is too far with the rain and all.” She looked over to see the brunette focused on the road.

She decided to stay quiet as he drove her to her house, using the towel Jess gave her to dry off as best she could.

"The hell do you mean he kissed you?" Jess yelled from the living room, arms crossed on his chest. His eyebrows were so creased, they were practically conjoined. He was sitting down on the couch while Y/N was in the kitchen, trying to dry off and get water.

"I don't know! He told me he was finally dating Rory and everything was fine and then out of the blue," Y/N threw her hands up, "And then I freaked out because, hello, he just said he was with Rory!"

Jess huffed. "And then what happened?"

"He got mad at me for some stupid reason and yelled at me." Y/N got quieter, "I swear Dean makes no sense. One minute he's normal and the other he's... I'm sure there's some reference I could make but I can't think of one, but you get what I'm saying. He totally flipped."

Y/N opened her refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water. "Oh, and then," She scoffed, "He had the audacity to tell me that he actually liked me the whole time. He was 'too scared' to tell me though because-. (because he thought I was dating you.)" Y/N paused and quietly mumbled, "That's not important." She frantically walked over to the living room and sat down next to Jess.

"Does he even like Rory? Or is he just leading her on now?" Jess was confused about the whole situation.

"Everyone likes Rory, Jess." Y/N rolled her eyes, "But I don't think he wants to get serious with her. I just can't believe he would do something like that to me."

"That tall freak has some serious paying up to do," Jess got up. "Go get changed into something dry. I have an idea."

Jess and Y/N got into Dean's Ford F-150, muffling their laughs as best as they could.

"Wait, you know how to drive, right?" Jess teased as he buckled his seatbelt.

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing as she pulled out of Dean's driveway. Rory had picked him up earlier after Jess pulled a few strings, so his car was free and available for a little joy ride.

"I got my license last year, Jess. I'm practically Richard Petty." She pulled out of the driveway and turned on the radio.

"Okay, baby driver." Jess laughed as the two of them began to drive, happily using Dean's car for the night.

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sea, swallow me. - f. o. x reader (𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖇)

a/n: a little blurb from a bigger fic i was writing about a younger, pre-catching fire finnick !! this takes place right before he gets reaped :)

Finnick promised he would spend his possible last moments with Y/N before the reaping, and as expected, the two found themselves on the beach. A few children were splashing around in the water and a cool, salty breeze eased Finnick’s nervous mind. They had no clue what would happen tomorrow, or even what the next few hours had in store, but they had each other, and that was enough for now. 

“You think there’s any hope for us?” Y/N stretched out her legs, still bruised from training. She got comfortable, leaning back on a large driftwood log. 

Finnick leaned back with her, “What do you mean?” 

Y/N sighed, looking out into the sea. “Will we ever get the chance to have families, or see our parents get gray hairs,” She frowned and mumbled, “Will we even make it to nineteen? I haven’t even had my first boyfriend yet.”

The once sunny beach had grown overcast, almost as if it could sense Y/N mood. She was always so in touch with the water, it was like her second body. Whatever emotions she felt, the sea seemed to mimic.  

“Love is confusing,” Finnick pursed his lips. “I’m not even sure I know what love looks like. I don’t think my parents are the greatest example, at least.” 

Y/N looked over at Finnick. "I think love's like the ocean, you know? Sometimes it lifts you up, and other times it feels like you're drowning. It's like chasing waves on the beach, finding joy in the moment, but knowing it'll wash away.” She became quieter and whispered,  “I’m worried I won’t ever get to experience it."

Silence. 

The two ended their discussion, deciding to ignore the lingering worries of the next few days and watch the tide come in. Waves crashed onto the shore, creating enough background noise to drown out any intrusive thoughts. Y/N rested her head on Finnick’s shoulder and closed her eyes as they awaited Reaping Day. 

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gravity - s. h. x reader (𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔯𝔟)

𐌕Ꮤ - 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

Steve Harrington leaned back against the plush cushions of a rather old couch in his friends living room, a red plastic cup in hand, his eyes scanning the room. The party was in full swing, the air thick with the clash of his classmates voices and Duran Duran's greatest hits. He caught sight of Y/N across the room, her laughter ringing out like music amidst chaos.

"Hey, Y/N!" he called out, waving her over.

His arguably best friend grinned and made her way through the crowd, "Move over." She yawned as she sank down onto the couch beside him. "See anything exciting yet? I heard Marianne threw up on John or whatever his name was."

Steve took a long sip from his cup, feeling the sting of the cheap alcohol coursing through him. "Not much. Just enjoying the party, you know? Hope John's shirt is okay, though."

Y/N nodded, her gaze curious. "What's on your mind, Harrington? You seem a little... contemplative."

Steve chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Nah, just thinking about... gravity."

Y/N arched an eyebrow and chuckled. "Gravity? Harrington, I think it's time to lay off the beer."

"Yeah, you know," Steve said, his words starting to slur slightly. "How it's like this invisible force that pulls things together. Like, literally everything. It's wild, right? I mean like, gravity is wild. It effects everything but like... my hair."

Y/N laughed, nodding along. "Yeah, it's pretty wild."

"And get this," Steve continued, leaning in closer. "It's like... it's like gravity's bringing us closer together right now."

Y/N paused, realizing just how close Steve was to her now. Steve's drunk and lazy grin seemed to cut through her current intoxication and sobered her up. She looked into his eyes and slowly blinked.

"Woah. Your eyes," Steve murmured, his gaze locked on hers. "They're really pretty close up."

Y/N felt her cheeks flush as she processed his comment, the world around them fading away until it was just the two of them, suspended in the gravitational pull of each other's gaze. And in that moment, she realized that maybe, just maybe, gravity wasn't the only thing bringing them closer together.