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um um um do you only write for girl readers orr .. ^^'

hi diva!

as a girlie myself i mostly do girl readers because thats what i know the most abt right. im so scared to do male readers bc i dont wanna get anything wrong or accidentally stereotype yk!

BUT. i can start doing gender neutral readers to the best of my ability!

ps: im sorry abt me being MIA im just soooo busy this summer but i ammm working on some things and will be back as soon as i can!

xoxo,

korie

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When the fanfic say something kinda corny, but fuck it we ball

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ITS MY FUCKING BIRTHDAYYYY

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you get meeee

OMGGGGG WE GOT OUR NICOLANDRIA DREAMSSSSS YESSSSSAAAAA OMGGGG YESS omfggg I love Nick and olandria DOWWWN THAT KISS? I KNOOOOW HES BEEN WAITING TO GET THEM ON HERRRR ugh ugh thank u love island for FEEDING US NO MORE CRUMBS BABY A FULL MEAL

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sue me all you want but i actually really like chelley and austin 🥹 theyre so cuties

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the way she is SO ME. ugh i love her

Olandria Carthen

Love Island USA S7

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Me on tumblr.

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hi bbys !!! the Chloé paddington bag is my dream statement piece and has been on my mind hellaaa so heres a little something about that!

authors note: i feel bad because i feel like ian isnt as much of a dick as i write him to be but omfg it was just too good of an idea not to write him as like the most insuffurable person ever.

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The argument had started over something small, stupid, even. You were trying to talk to him about your week, the way you’d been feeling overlooked, dismissed, like you were constantly fighting for a place in his busy world.

He’d been distracted again, barely looking up from his phone. And when you pushed a little harder, when your voice cracked mid-sentence and you said, “Do you even care about what I have to say, Ian?” that’s when it snapped.

He shot up from the couch, voice sharp, eyes harder than they needed to be. “God, you always fucking do this. Turn everything into some unnecessary emotional shit.”

It spiraled fast. You accused. He deflected. You cried. He cursed. Then he grabbed his jacket, muttering something about going some place and slammed the door on his way out.

Now, hours later, the sky was dusky pink, the city humming below, and you were perched on the edge of your fire escape, a blanket draped around your shoulders and a half-finished blunt between your fingers. The chill didn’t bother you, it was the silence that stung. The kind that settles deep in your chest.

You were on your second drag when you heard the front door click open behind you.

Footsteps. Slow, unsure.

You didn’t turn around. Not even when the window slid open behind you and Ian stepped out, hoodie on, jaw tight, shopping bag in hand.

Neither of you said anything for a moment. The only sound was the city, the low rush of cars and the hum of distant voices.

“You’re smoking again,” he muttered, leaning against the fire escape railing, a few feet away from you.

You flicked ash over the side, not looking at him. “You’re back.”

“Yeah.” He shifted, fingers tightening around the bag. “I needed to chill. Didn’t mean to leave like that.”

You finally turned your head, eyes narrowed. “But you did.”

He stared back, jaw ticking. “Shit, you made it pretty easy to walk out.”

“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” you snapped, voice sharp. “You act like I’m insane for wanting to be heard.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He exhaled through his nose, eyes flicking away. “You always think the worst of me.”

“No, Ian,” you bit, sitting up straighter. “I just finally stopped pretending you’re doing your best when you’re not.”

That hit. You saw it in the way his gaze dropped, in the way he shifted like the weight of your words had finally landed. The quiet buzzed between you, thicker now.

He looked at you again, then down at the bag in his hand.

“I got you something,” he said suddenly, softer this time.

You arched a brow. “What, a sorry you think I’m a shitty boyfriend present?”

He scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re awfully predictable.”

There was a flicker of something dangerous in his grin. “You done?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.” He stepped closer, holding the bag out now like it was a peace treaty wrapped in pretty gold lettering. “But maybe this’ll shut you up for two seconds.”

You glanced at it, then back at him. “Ian”

“Just open it.”

There was hesitation in your fingers as you reached into the bag and pulled out a familiar beige dust bag, Chloé. Your breath caught. There was no way.

When you pulled it back, the soft leather, the signature padlock, the chunky hardware, it was the bag. The Paddington. The one you’d shown him weeks ago, half-jokingly saying, “God, I’d die for this bag,” while he’d scrolled through something else on his phone, barely glancing up.

Your fingers froze on the strap.

“You remembered,” you said quietly, not quite trusting your voice.

Ian let out a dry laugh, “Yeah. I listen more than you think.”

You didn’t say anything at first, just stared at the bag, heart caught somewhere between melted and confused.

He reached for your hand gently, his thumb brushing your knuckles. “Look, I know I fuck up sometimes. I’m kinda ass at saying what I feel. But I swear I hear you. I see you. I just don’t always know how to… show it. So this is me making an effort.”

You looked at him, really looked, and there was that softness in his eye, the one he always kept hidden behind sarcasm and short replies. It made your chest ache.

“Ian… I didn’t want a gift,” you whispered. “I wanted you to get it. To understand me.”

“I know,” he said. Then smirked slightly. “But the gift doesn’t hurt, right?”

You let out a breath that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. 

It wasn’t perfect. Maybe not even fair.

But in that moment, it was enough.

You leaned into him, resting your head on his arm as you gently held the bag in your hands.

“Next time, just listen the first time,” you murmured holding your pinky out.

“Next time,” he linked his pinky with yours solidifying his promise, his hand slipping around your waist, a little too tight, a little too possessive. “But you gotta admit… I’ve got taste.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t pull away.

 Because he did have taste. 

In bags. 

In you.

everyone tell me theyre proud of me for writing!!!

personal apology from me to ian for making him such an asshole.

xoxo,

korie

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twitter so miserable plz ignore them😭 ik 90% of the ppl hating r the ones secretly reading ..

ugh this!!! ur sooo right ily

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hi babies!! lowkey after finding out twitter is hating on 2hollis tumblr i'm scared to post but i'm gonna pull my panties up and actually update excuse me, um i love you even though i'm soo scared of backlash but anywho i need you guys's opinion on one quick thing.

heres the link to chapter 9 if you guys need a refresh

now on to the fun part!

should we have...

vulnerable ian

"what are we" "i almost said i love you" y/n goes home and gets a text

jealous ian

"do you like having options?" "were not together but ur mine"

or maybe a visit from one of our evil exes.

pleaseee let me know you guys's opinion it's greatly appreciated

xoxo

korie ✝︎

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they’re talking about you on Twitter😭

this is scaring ts out of me. SHOW IT TO ME RACHEL

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i took these photos btw 😘

good god😓😓

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hii,would love to see hollis as protective in public senario/him just showing how proud he is inside to have someone who understands him and visa versa. even better if hes soft too.. all the loveee<2222

hellooo. i decided to go with the jealous theme. im so sooo sorry for the wait but ive clocked into my shift at the locked in factory and i promise to be a little more consistent or atleast tell you guys when i disappear. im sorry if this is bad i do kinda hate it i fear but i hope you like it >0<

The restaurant was cute. Dim lighting, candles flickering between plates, soft music humming in the background. Just you and Hollis, enjoying each other’s company.

But your waiter? Apparently had other plans.

He’d been laying it on thick since you sat down. Smiling just a little too long. Calling you "beautiful." Complimenting your outfit twice already, and it hadn’t even been ten minutes.

You didn’t really think much of it. You were being polite, laughing off his cheesy jokes, answering his banter without thinking, just your usual charm. Hollis, though? He was quick to clock it.

You didn’t see the way his jaw tensed, and the way he glared at the waiter.

The waiter leaned in again, placing your drink a little too close, a cocky smile riddling his face. “Careful,” he said, voice low, “wouldn’t want you spilling that all over that pretty top.”

You laughed, just a little. “Guess I’ll just have to be careful, huh?”

And that was Hollis’s breaking point.

“Yeah,” he said suddenly, voice low and smooth, laced with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “She’ll be just fine.”

The waiter blinked at him, caught off guard. Hollis hand grabbing yours tightly his eyes still locked on the guy.

“I mean,” Hollis continued, voice smooth, “she always looks good in this top. It's vintage. straight from the archives.”

He tightened his grip on your hand just slightly, thumb brushing lazy circles against your skin. His eyes didn’t leave the waiter’s for a second.

“She’s kind of got a habit of looking good without even trying,” Hollis added casually, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Lucky me, right?”

The waiter laughed awkwardly and mumbled something before backing off with a quick, “Let me give you two a few more minutes.”

As soon as he was gone, you turned to Hollis, half shocked, half amused. “Jealous much?”

He shrugged, looking way too satisfied with himself. “I’m not jealous.”

“I just don’t like sharing what’s clearly mine,” he added, eyes dropping to your lips before meeting your gaze again, slow, deliberate, like he wanted you to feel it.

You shook your head, biting back a smile, your face heating up under his stare.

“Don’t look at me like that," you muttered, laughing.

Hollis just winked. “He wasn't entirely lying. That top is incredibly gorgeous, my god”

argh hope you like it ;)

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When i’m writing smut then suddenly remember I’m literally writing smut

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oh and also while im here...

losing my shit. im sooo hype. i 1000% expect nate to be the opener and if hes not.. me, hollis, and nate are gonna have to fight

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i feel like enough time has passed im ready to share THE vid frm the ian silver spring concert. hes so gorgina i cannot