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socially-awkward-skeleton · 11 months

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OC Tag Game

tagged by @corvosattano (thank you so much <3)

tagging: @direwombat @clonesupport @strangefable @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @strafethesesinners @derelictheretic @confidentandgood @inafieldofdaisies @kyber-infinitygems @marivenah @detectivelokis @eclecticwildflowers @trench-rot and anyone else who’d like to give this a go (because I know there are a ton of people i forgot, my brain is swiss cheese) consider this me tagging you

Favorite OC

I don’t think anyone is going to be surprised by this answer. She appeared in my brain one day, kicked all the other ocs to the curb and has now lived there rent free with her horrible ginger murder husband and I have come to accept this fact. She’s a year old and while her face claim changed, her character never did -- she’s always been my feral killer and I love her for it

Newest OC

Sia has existed for nearly 7 months now. I got suckered in by Sam Drake’s charms and I had to make a little lady to keep him in line. There’s still a fair bit I’m figuring out about her (and admittedly don’t spend enough time doing because Kit won’t leave me alone) but overall she’s my salt of the earth Irish academic who got suckered in by the chance at a little freedom and got stuck with Rafe Adler as a boss.

Oldest OC

TBH I don’t quite recall who is actually oldest but I know they were both in creation around 2005 so that’s about as much as I can remember (also getting to make banners for them was really cool because neither of them get much play in my head anymore unfortunately, luckily I still had their pinterest boards though)

Evangeline went through several rewrites and character changes, first she was a Dean ship, then a Sam ship, and then Lucifer showed up and well he absolutely won (can we all see why I have a Jacob ship now) anywho... she was my Louisiana witch OC who helped the boys on hunts and since I was but a baby teenager when I made her the most OP OC who just so happened to be the child of God...luckily my writing and character creating skills have vastly improved since that time

Fiona is my marvel oc who started out with the comics and then moved into the MCU. She was a Tony ship in the comics, who was besties with Daredevil, Spider-Man and Wolverine. She’s a reporter by day and a mutant with pyrokinetic abilities and an Avenger by night. Later, when I moved her into the MCU she became a Loki ship and then after the events of Infinity War she became a Bucky ship

Meanest OC

It’s got to be Kit again, while Nora is mean girl levels of mean, Kit can be inherently cruel. She looks down on people as weak, despite them being people she should see as friends. She enjoys the kill. There’s a reason why she was made to be part of the cult.

Softest OC

Ava is absolutely just my little babygirl, out there trying to save people and just the most broken little thing who wouldn’t even harm a fly. The absolute cruelty of Halcyon and the way it treats its citizens upsets her to the core and all she wants is to give the colonists a better life even at the risk of her own

Most aloof/standoffish OC

Heh, I sense a running theme here...

Kit once again wins this prize. Written to be cat coded she prefers to be left alone and has a really terrible time having to socialize to the point where she pushes most people away since she’s fairly unsettling as an individual to begin with

Dumbest (affectionate) OC

Nora doesn’t have to be smart when she’s pretty and used to living the fancy life. She’s gotten away with living on just her looks and her sonic powers for sometime and that’s just what she’s used to now. Makes it easier for her to stay under the radar too, no one will expect the pretty blonde acting as Homelander’s arm candy.

Smartest OC

Toss up between these two ladies, Sia has a masters in maritime history and is excellent with research and is a star in her field taking after her father.

Ava Mueller was in her residency to become a medical doctor with a specialization in Neurology before heading to Halcyon.

OC i’d be friends with IRL

Another toss up, I just think these two are the most down to earth out of the bunch, easy to talk to, not afraid to make jokes and would have lots of interesting stories to tell

#tagged #oc stuff #oc: kit cross #oc: ava mueller #oc: siobhan kelly #oc: nora summers #hell guess i can add tags for these two as well #oc: evangeline cooper #oc: fiona cole

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saphofthehollow · 2 months

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PEOPLE I'M ONCE AGAIN REELING!!!!

I just finished A Curse for True Love and if y'all DON'T WANT SPOILERS THEN LOOK AWAY!!!!

I'm not entirely sure where to begin. I've had a teensy tiny difficult time getting into this series. From the first book to the third and final one, I've always picked it up, read the first couple chapters or so, out it down and needed to just take a break for a little while before getting back to it. However, I do think that's moreso because I always get hung up on the book I finished prior to starting a new one so I probably just needed time to process everything from my last read before getting into a new one but I never learn my lesson, so I just end up picking up a new one and putting it down for a while.

I didn't really get into the vibes of the trilogy until I was halfway through the first book, Once Upon a Broken Heart. That one was also a 4 star read for me. The Ballad of Never After was a 5 star and I'm certain anyone who has read the book and liked it can understand why.

Coming back to A Curse for True Love, it was again a 4 star read for me. Evangeline as a character has definitely shown development throughout the trilogy. She's undoubtedly grown from her naivety shown in the first book to understanding and judging people better in the second and third books in my opinion. We also got to see Jacks's development throughout the trilogy from his damn care attitude to actually getting his brief insights on events from past books as well as how much he loves Evangeline and wishes to protect her even if it's from himself.

Now coming to Apollo, I believe a part of me gets his behavior. He was betrayed by his friend who made him fall for Evangeline, he is out in a suspended sleep and when he does finally wake up, he's under the Archer's curse and the mirror curse where he is trying to get to his wife but the first curse makes him want to kill her. A part of me is able to understand how it must've been for him to go through all of that only to come back and see not only did his wife choose the man who betrayed Apollo's trust but his entire kingdom only mourned him for a week at best. I can sympathize with him a little for that.

But yeah no I still hate Apollo's guts.

Alright now this following part is where I think people would agree with me on. At least I hope so because if not, what the fuck is wrong with you?

First of all, this book is about Evangeline and Jacks, right? Then why did we get so little with both of them together? We have Jacks watching over Eva and protecting her when her memories are lost. We have him teaching her a little bit of self-defense. We have him killing that assasin and that moment in the hallway. Then we have the time in the Cursed Forest and the inn. After that it was the almost kiss between them stopped by the cuff and Castor taking Eva away to the meeting place with LaLa. Then it's the Phoenix tree and the Tree of Souls bit. And it's done. Do correct me if I'm missing something. I just... It didn't feel enough enough, you get me? Where was the insurmountable passion? Where was the obsession? Where was the possessiveness we know that Fates are capable of? Don't get me wrong, I still loved every bit of the EvaJacks moments we got but I needed more!!!!

Also, where was Luc? Where was Marisol? Where was Tiberius? What happened to them? They were major parts of the plotline in the previous two books but we only got fleeting mentions of Luc and Tiberius and I'm not entirely sure I caught any mentions of Marisol.

Additionally, can we please talk about LaLa? LaLa only came in towards the end of the book and I feel like we didn't get much of her either. Oh and Castor! The tension between Castor and LaLa?! I feel like I need a book on those two and we only caught like one scene with those two together. I need to know what happened between LaLa and Dane and how, if at all, things would work between LaLa and Castor given her being the Unwed Bride and Castor being the brother of her true love.

There were quite a lot of the Magnificent North for us to still explore too. There was undoubtedly a variety of things that could've been delved into from the legends, the places, the various stories that were twisted by the story curse and whatnot. There could've been so much more added to the plotline.

You know what we did get a lot of? Apollo. He was here, he was there. He was EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE!!! I won't lie, I did like getting some insight into his thoughts and feelings but I would've loved more of Jacks and even more of our EvaJacks. And yet, at one point, it partly felt as if Apollo was the main character and Jacks was a side character with how much interaction there was between Eva and Apollo compared to Eva and Jacks.

Overall, however, I did quite like the book. Despite all of the points I've mentioned above, I still feel that Stephanie Garber has to an extent lived up to the hype that the third book got after people read The Ballad of Never After. For me, The Ballad of Never After would be the best book in the trilogy but I cannot help but admit that the author has done a remarkable job at giving us a final book that did give us a good plotline, great character development and a beautiful happily ever after especially given that, it's difficult to be able to live up to the hype your books have garnered from the audience and the fear of disappointing your readers. As such, this series would be one of the few I'll always recommend.

I loved this trilogy, loved the world and am absolutely head over heels in love with our Eva and Jacks.

Now to move onto a new journey with new characters and plots while I leave this trilogy behind hoping to come back to it again someday in the future with the same enthusiasm, love and affection as I did when I picked it up.

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sweetingseva · 9 months

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in the peek of stephanie’s journal, i think the 2nd redacted is “already”! so “already doomed” 😭

Hmm Stephanie is playing with us 😭😅

#ouabh #once upon a broken heart #ouabh spoilers #tbona #the ballad of never after #tbona spoilers #acftl #a curse for true love #acftl theories #evangeline fox #jacks #prince of hearts #jacks x evangeline #evajacks #stephanie garber #star crossed lovers #fairytale love

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myangelofmusic7 · 1 year

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#evangeline lilly #beauty #crossed legs

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derekscorner · 1 year

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#I Became The Tyrant Of A Defense Game #webtoon #evangeline cross

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just-the-mage · 2 years

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(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about (For Evangeline! )

Evangeline sat quietly at the table, picking at the eggs she had made herself for breakfast. The sun peeked in through the curtains into the lodge, casting a pattern of light that swayed just slightly across the table she was sitting at. It was another day, and they were no closer to finding a solution for her...ailment. The fire lurking under her skin remained, ever threatening to usurp her control of her own body. Liath had been silent-but only for so long. Soon she'd whisper again, odd ramblings or sharp orders, arcane mutterings, anything to nettle the rava, pick away at her sanity until there was nothing left. Eva sighed, resting her face on her hand and staring at her eggs now, no longer really planning to eat them. She wondered if Pidgeon would be back soon-she had been foraging for a bit longer than usual.

Now there was something more pleasant to think about. Pidgeon, who calmed the firestorm of the voidsent in Evangeline's veins. Pidgeon, who was brave, kind, and compassionate, while also being carefree and wild. Evangeline hadn't dared to dream of a future for the longest time..years had gone by with her mired in hopelessness, tethered to the past and unsure if she even deserved a future. Pidgeon made her feel like she just might be able to believe in one, though. A future with love in it-maybe one without fighting, where she wouldn't have to pick up her axe ever again. She allowed herself, for just a moment, to picture a little cottage just for the two of them. A lovely little place where they could plant a garden, and Pidgeon could wander the forest without fear of corrupt Wailers, or monsters, and Evangeline could take up smithing again. Perhaps even a place where the two of them could raise some kits. The rava couldn't help but picture a gaggle of adorable little toddlers chasing after her girlfriend, floppy little ears trailing behind them. Eva let herself smile for just a moment-because if she wanted that future, she would have to fight for it.

#evangeline cross #ffxiv #viera #rava viera #asks #thank you for the ask!#i know its been a million years since you sent me this #and im sorry #someday i'll answer all my asks #i said #lying #pidgeon sorrel #bun wives

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houseofkob · 6 months

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Ant-Man And The Wasp: Quantumania - La Recensione

C’è una minaccia che aleggia nell’MCU e nel multiverso. Questo è il suo primo attacco alla realtà, la sua prima manifestazione: eppure non è questo quello che conto, ciò che è importante. Continue reading Untitled

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tvandcomicsita · 6 months

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Ant-Man And The Wasp: Quantumania - La Recensione

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stycerutti · 6 months

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Ant-Man And The Wasp: Quantumania - La Recensione

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9kmovies-biz · 1 year

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Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania Spoiler Questions Answered

Ant-Man and The Wasp – Post credits scenes At the end of Ant-Man and the Wasp, before they’re dusted, Scott goes into the Quantum Realm to get materials so that Ghost can survive. Hank, Janet, and Hope are observing. Janet even gives him some tips! Everything seems fine until, you know, Thanos. But if Janet was so scared of the Quantum Realm and Kang, why let Scott go down there at all? The…

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openworldcrafting · 2 years

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A bit light on new listings this week...

But I did get one up! While watching The Princess and the Frog, I was inspired by Ray to create this scene <3

#princess and the frog #tiana #ray #evangeline #disney #etsy #etsy shop #etsy listing #cross stitch #cross stitch pattern #xstitch #xstitch pattern

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 5 months

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What The Heart Wants || Young President!Coriolanus Snow x Reader

GIF by @aemondtargaryen divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: This marriage was nothing but unhappiness. You always felt like you lived in the shadow of Lucy Gray. But you try to pretend, pretend that this marriage was everything you could have ever dreamed of.

Warnings: little detail of smut

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Your fingers play with the ends of your dress that your mother insisted you wear. In your opinion, the dress was abit too tight, short, and the neckline a tad bit lower than what was deemed appropriate for a simple get together with the President, your fiancé.

“Smile Y/n, Smile.” Your mother urges with a forced smile as you roll your eyes. The door suddenly opens as your mother and father immediately stand up. You let out a huff before standing up as well as Coriolanus Snow in all his glory walks in.

He doesn’t even spare your parents a look or you for that matter. He just sits down on the armchair beside yours with a huff. You watch him as he rolls up his sleeves, he had yet to speak. “Lovely too see you again, Evangeline, Festus, and Y/n” He politely nods.

His voice was stern, cold. “Likewise, President Snow, likewise” You mother grins widely, her tone sickly sweet. “Please, call just call me Coryo. You are to be my in-laws soon. Best to cut the formality early on,” He voices out as he leans over and pops a grape in his mouth.

Your knees were crossed as you stare down at your hands. Snow turns his head, finally looking at you. You could feel his gaze from your peripheral vision. A sudden kick to your shin made you groan out loud as your mother gives you a death glare.

Clearing your throat, you face Coriolanus. “What colour do you plan to wear for the wedding day? So you know, I can match,” He stares hard at your face, studying every detail. “White.” Is all he said before facing your parents again as he starts conversation with them on a topic you couldn’t care less about.

Snow had always been cold towards you from the moment the two of you started courting each other. It wasn’t a marriage for love, it was arranged. Coming from a high born family in the Capitol, disciplined to be the perfect wife, you were a perfect candidate to become First Lady.

And not to forget how close your parents and his parents were before they died. Coriolanus had changed when he came back from exile. He was no longer the sweet boy you used to remember.

He was now driven with power and authority. You never asked him questions about the details of his exile as peacekeeper during the times you would spend together. He would merely brush it off and tell you never to ask him about it again.

You were never one to listen to Capitol gossip but there were whispers going around about how Snow was in a relationship with his tribute, Lucy Gray. And that she ran away from him just before he returned back. You remember seeing the two together on camera, there always seemed to be a certain chemistry between the two that not much people paid attention to. But you.

He seemed completely closed off when you first met him after his banishment. He was always drifting in and out of reality. You had a feeling he wasn’t over Lucy Gray. No matter how much she hurt him for leaving.

“Coryo,” Your voice was gentle as you place a hand on his arm. He was out of it again. “She asked what flavour cake you wish to have,” You slowly say as his eyes were stuck to the wall behind the woman sat across from them. “Whatever flavour you want.” He shrugs. Before you could open your mouth again, he beats you to it.

“Is this really necessary? I have other important things to be doing right now.” He snaps, unfolding his sleeves as he gets ready to get up. You furrow your eyebrows at him as the woman starts to pack up the papers on the table before you stop her.

“Coryo, you told me you cleared your schedule today.” You fold your arms as he buttons up his jacket, looking at you. “I’d rather be home than here.” And with that, he doesn’t spare you another look and walks away. You watch his figure disappear as you sit back down, defeated.

“Should I continue without President Snow?” Your eyes move to the lady awkwardly sitting there. “Yes, yes you can continue,” You sigh. This was the third time Coriolanus blew these meetings off. Both of you despised the idea of getting married, especially to one another. But it had to be done. For duty.

“Oh you look absolutely gorgeous, my love. You’re going to be the prettiest woman Coryo has ever laid eyes on.” You scoff, downing the liquid down as you get ready to walk down the aisle. “Remember, smile!” Your mother points to her smile as you roll your eyes and link arms with your father.

The doors opened and the crowd gasp. You looked ethereal. Perfect. Doll-like. You smiled like you were taught to do and walked with such elegance and poise. Snow’s back was turned to you, but the moment he turned around, you swore you couldn’t breathe for a second.

Coriolanus’ hands were cold against your warm hands. His piercing blue eyes studied your face as words around you drown out. “You may now kiss the bride.” Coriolanus leaned in as did you and your lips touched. The kiss was gentle and didn’t last long. You could tell he was reluctant to kiss you.

He then smiled brightly, turning to face the crowd and your mother’s words come rolling in. Smile. Pretend you’re happy. You both had to act like you were infatuated with one another for the rest of the day until you arrived at Snow’s mansion. Your new home.

The moment you walked through the doors, the façade was over. Coriolanus made a beeline to his study where he slammed the door shut as you stand alone in the hallway, still in your wedding dress. Exhaustion caught up to you so your heavy footsteps led you to your shared room with him.

You were helped out of the dress by servants. The silk slip soft on your skin as you let your hair loose. It was quiet. Too quiet for yo ur liking. You sat at the end of the bed for some time, thinking about everything and anything until the door abruptly opened revealing Snow.

He paused when he saw you, almost forgetting that you two were married now and were going to be sharing the same bed from now on. He sighs before closing the door behind him.

He starts taking his jacket and long sleeve off. “Why aren’t you asleep” He voices out, his back turned to you as you watch his back muscles flex. “I’m not tired,” You said, barely a whisper as Snow turns around, his eyes trained on you. “Suit yourself,” He said before entering the bathroom.

You decided to move up the bed and lean against the backboard of the humongous bed that you and Snow will be sharing. You played with your fingers the entire time Coriolanus was in the shower.

You hear the water jets stop and he steps out, towel hanging around his hips as he has another towel drying his platinum blonde hair. He gets dressed in just boxers before making his way to the bed. He turns off his bedside light and lays on his back. You were still leaned up on the backboard.

Coriolanus then leaned over you and turned your bedside light off before sleeping on his side, back towards you. You stared at the back of his head for a while. “Coryo…” You softly say. You knew he was awake. “Coryo.” You say once again, your hand gently on his shoulder as he sigh and turns to lay on his back. “Y/n. It’s been an exhausting day. Can this possibly wait until tomorrow” He snaps.

“No.” You say in a firm tone that was abit too loud. You took yourself by surprise as Snow raises an eyebrow at you. “We’re married now.” Your tone was bitter. You were becoming just as frustrated as he was with you. A long due reciprocation.

“I’m aware.” He flatly stated, his eyes shifting away from your body to the ceiling. You sensed his unsatisfactory behaviour towards you, and you felt, a feeling that you had become very familiar with recently. Vulnerable. Coriolanus did not want you one bit. You knew that.

But you wanted to atleast pretend that you were going to spend the rest of your life with someone who loved you. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t do it. A part of you understood that this was obviously wasn’t ideal for either parties, but you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, like you weren’t enough.

You were always hit on by other eligible males in the Capitol, but when it came to President Snow, you weren’t even remotely spared a glance. So, you decided that tonight, your honeymoon night, to pretend that there is as much passion as you needed to make you feel as though you were marrying the man of your dreams.

“Look at me.” You demanded, watching as Coriolanus beside you slowly tore his eyes away from the ceiling to bore into your face. “Coryo,” You began, moving from the backboard to get closer to him. You leant into him, foreheads touching. You could feel his breathing stagger, his breath began to tremble as if he was straining tears.

"Please," Your grabbed his face desperately, almost beginning to start sobbing yourself, as if your bodies being this close to one another transformed them into one big, contagious product of unfairness and agony—indulging in one another helplessly.

"Please, Coryo, pretend I'm her," you never once thought in your life you would have to beg for a man to worship you the way he did another—before courting the President of Panem, you would have ques of eligible men at your feet—not even having to raise a finger.

"What?" He mumbled back, an unconfident whimper, his eyebrows furrowed—casting a shadow over his vacant eyes, causing his piercing blue eyes to darken.

"I never though I'd have to say this, but " You breathed out, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, "Pretend I'm her, pretend I'm Lucy Gray Baird. Even if she broke you, atleast you felt something for her." Your voice cracked as the nonchalant popular girl of Panem facade you’d spent your entire life up keeping, having Snow as a publicity accessory, had shattered in his grip.

Coriolanus didn't know what to say. He had never seen you in this state. You didn't know, but he watched you all the time through the cameras around the mansion and around Panem. Snow barely knew how to express his emotions adequately himself, let alone watching you break down.

You were in pain. As if you were swallowing back acid. "I just want to feel loved," You trembled. This was all so new to you, expressing your feelings, confiding to someone. "Even if it takes you having to think about someone else to make me feel like it.l And so, Snow silently agreed.

He took the invitation of being allowed to think about Lucy Gray in his embrace if it made you feel better. Selfish to an extent, but technically, what you wanted from him was equally so. As long as he appreciated your body as if it were a relic, to make her feel something, he'd be able to fantasise about the one thing he'd usually feel guilty about thinking. Lucy Gray crushed his heart. His soul.

Yet he couldn't stop thinking about the girl who betrayed her. And so, you mollified into him as he embraces your frame, kissing you the same way he'd been musing about doing so with Lucy, if he were to ever get the chance again.

Both your tears were the supplement of real passion, the dampness on your faces resembling sweat as tears fell between each aggrieved, desperate kiss.

More desperate, more intimate. You knew what Coriolanus wanted, and you gave in. You allowed him to see Lucy Gray through your eyes. And although they were a completely different colour, Snow swore he saw her eyes gazing back at him for a millisecond; and that was motivating enough.

Now you were both in pieces, too bad puzzles aren't taught how to piece themselves back together.

#fanfiction #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x you #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #hunger games #tom blyth #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus #president snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #smut #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow angst

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lovewithmary · 6 months

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(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock?

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"Why are you and Charles hanging out all of a sudden?" was the first thing Max said when Evie let him into her hotel room.

She wouldn't have let him in if it wasn't for the fact that the guy was a famous F1 Driver and if people saw him waiting at the front of her hotel room, people would talk.

"What happened to hello? Hi? How was your day Evie? Or, how about 'I'm so sorry Evie for getting mad at you and ignoring me until I hang out with Charles!'" Evie remarked.

"This isn't funny, Ang," Max told her.

"So it's Ang now? I thought I was Evie," Evie snarked.

"You're being ridiculous," Max said, sitting on Evie's hotel bed.

"Max—"

"Maxie."

"What?"

"Maxie. Not Verstappen, not Maxie. Call me Maxie because you're the only one I let call me that,"

Evie had momentarily forgotten her anger at hearing that, not expecting something so sentimental to come out of Max's mouth. But she once again got angry, "What are we? Because one day you act like a boyfriend and another you call me your best friend," she said, crossing her arms.

"I don't know,"

"How can you not know? I told you I wanted to be with you but you dismissed it—"

"I did not dismiss it. But can you blame me Ang? You haven't had the best history when it comes to dating," Max cut her off.

"What does that mean?"

Once Max realized what he said, he looked shocked. Whether it was because he said it or Evie was there when he said it, she didn't know. "What do you mean I don't have the best history when it comes to dating, Max," Evie repeated.

"I've seen you go from one person to the other. I haven't seen you had a steady relationship since Peter. And you guys only broke up because you realized that he and MJ were better for each other," Max said.

"What does that have to do with you and me?"

"It has everything to do with us! Because how would I know if you're not going to be like that with me?"

"You're different Max! I would never do that!"

"You would never do that until another driver comes along to steal your attention," Max blurted out before he realized what he said.

Evie's facial expression turned from confused to angry to sad. "Is that what you think of me? Someone who's just going to throw you away when a driver catches my attention?"

"Ang—"

"No, Max. You don't get to call me that. Not after what you just said,"

"I didn't mean it—"

"You know, Max, I've been called every name in the book by media. They see me as Tony Stark's daughter and expect me to date the population of New York. But I didn't care. However, when you, my best friend, say the same thing, I can't help but think what you're saying is true,"

"Ang, I was just angry—"

"It's too late. If you truly think of me like a slut, then maybe I should be one,"

#f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #f1 x oc #f1 ig au #f1 oc #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #max verstappen smau #max verstappen x oc #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fic #avengers crossover #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc fic

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