Currently Thinking About Soft!coryo . . .

currently thinking about soft!coryo . . .

soft!coryo who snuggles up to you, lying his head on your chest and falling asleep like that. he enjoys it when you mindlessly draw patterns on his back.

soft!coryo who pulls you into his lap when you’re crying, softly cooing at you and whispering little “it’s okay, im here” ‘s to you to calm you down.

soft!coryo who gets all giddy when you tell him “i love you” for the first time

soft!coryo who writes you sweet poems on note paper about how pretty he thinks you are.

soft!coryo who quietly hums in satisfaction when you rake your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

soft!coryo who tells you “5 more minutes…” when waking up in the morning, but ends up spending hours in bed cuddling with you because he just doesn’t want to leave your side.

soft!coryo who seems to act rude or cold towards anyone else, but is a total sap around you.

soft!coryo who will stare at you with a lovesick grin on his face. when you catch him staring, you furrow your brows at him as a way of saying “what?” ; in which he replies and says “sorry, was just admiring you. you’re stunning, y’know that?”

soft!coryo who LOVES pastries. they all taste so good to him and he just can’t get enough of them. sometimes if he feels confident enough, he will attempt to make pastries himself. after doing this, he will nonstop pester you to try his baked goods; which tastes surprisingly good (most of the time…)

soft!coryo who yearns for your attention. if you were busy finishing homework or paperwork, he would plead and beg you for the slightest bit of your attention

“coryo, im busy. . .”

“i know.. but i just want your attention”

he frowns at you and gives you pleading eyes; in which you just cant say no to.

so you eventually settle for massaging his scalp as he lays his head on your thighs, with you continuing to do your homework / paperwork.

currently thinking about bf!coryo . . .

loser!bf!coryo who asks you out by passing you a folded up paper that says “do you wanna go out with me?” with two little boxes on the bottom of the paper; “yes” and “no”. you found it cute, and checked off “yes”

bf!coryo whose love language is giving you gifts. he’s always trying to get you a little gift everytime he goes out. he didn’t grow up with much money, so he takes every opportunity to get you a gift and make you feel valued.

bf!coryo who is SO attentive. he can notice the slightest mood change from you, even if it’s subtle. he’s studied your appearance for so long now to a point where he KNOWS what every emotion looks like on you. he can observe the smallest shivers and shakes of your hand when you’re anxious, he can observe the way your eyes droop when you’re sad.

when he notices these things, he speaks to you in a sweet, loving tone;

“honey? are you doing okay?”

if you brush him off, he doesn’t urge you or pressure you to tell him, as he knows that it’ll most likely result in making you even more upset.

so instead, he states in a sweet, loving tone;

“okay. but if you do need anything im right here for you. always.”

to let you know that he’s here for you if you do need to talk about it, or need comfort.

bf!coryo who has multiple dress shirts stained with ur lipstick along the collar. he wears it around PROUDLY. of course he gets looks from people because of it, but it just makes him smirk.

making memories.

bf!luke castellan x gn!reader

SUMMARY: boyfriend!luke castellan decides to take you to the seasonal carnival/fair.

AUTHORS NOTE: tooth rotting fluff, ooc luke, no usage of y/n, this is very unedited (i haven’t written in awhile so PLEASEE don’t judge)

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as luke takes your hand and leads you towards the entrance of the carnival, the warm summer air is filled with the sound of laughter and cheerful music. the colorful lights of the rides flicker and twinkle in the night sky, and the smell of freshly popped popcorn and sweet cotton candy wafts through the air. the type of vibe that makes your stomach do flips in the best way possible.

luke turns to you with a sweet smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "you ready?" he asks.

you nod eagerly, your heart fluttering with excitement.

he gently squeezes your hand as he leads the way, walking into the carnival with you. the minute you walk in, you’re immediately engulfed by all the people. it makes you a little nervous being around so many people at once.

you’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts as luke turns to you and says “don’t worry”. sometimes it’s as if the boy could read your mind, know exactly how you’re feeling without you having to say anything. with that being said, he also knows how to calm you down. usually just simple reassurance, comfort, and support from him calm you down quite easily. who could blame you, you felt safe with him.

you softly nod, as the two of you begin to walk towards a “bottle toss” carnival game. as you look up, you see huge plushies dangling. you advert your gaze to the game itself, the worker walking up to you and luke with a smile on their face.

“hey! are you guys willing to play?” the worker says.

you and luke look at each other and both nod.

luke speaks and says;

“yeah! can you refresh my mind on the rules though?”

the worker replies;

“of course! the goal of the game is to toss the rings onto the neck of the bottles! if you land one ring on the bottle, you win a small prize. if you land two rings on the bottles, you win a medium prize. if you land three rings on the bottles, you get a large prize; as you can see dangling above you.”

luke nods and replies; “how much for 3 rings?”

the worker replies to him; “15 dollars! cash only.”

you quickly turn to luke and whisper; “isn’t that too much? you don’t have to—“

you’re suddenly interrupted by luke narrowing his eyes at you and speaking;

“relax, relax! im not gonna go broke just from spending 15 dollars.” he jokes, and presses a soft kiss to your cheek before digging 15 dollars out of his pocket and handing it to the worker.

the worker takes the money and hands luke a small bucket filled with 3 rings, mouthing a small “good luck!” before moving out of the way for luke to throw the rings at the bottles.

you let go of his hand, not wanting to mess him up as he’s trying to win a prize. you stand to the side and watch.

luke giggles as he says “this one’s for you!” before tossing the ring at one of the bottles.

you think he’d miss; i mean it would be pretty ironic if he said that and then missed. but actually, he landed one!

the outer corners of your lips twist up into an excited smile.

“booyah! i did it!” he loudly speaks.

you laugh and say; “don’t get too cocky now, castellan!! you still have 2 rings left!”

luke grins, his eyes sparkling with determination. "don’t worry, sweetheart." he says, his tone confident. "i’ve got this in the bag."

he picks up another ring, takes aim, and tosses it. it lands on another bottle with a clink, and luke lets out a triumphant cheer.

you laugh and roll your eyes at his overconfidence, amused by it nonetheless.

"only one more ring, big shot!" you tease.

"oh yeah? and what are you gonna do if I win this last one?" he jokingly challenges.

you playfully huff and put your hands on your hips.

“hmmm. i’d probably kiss you stupid” you giggle a little after speaking.

lukes gaze softens, a different look than the one he was just giving you a few seconds ago while bantering. your heart nearly jumps out of your chest at the sight.

the two of you have seemed to get lost in each others eyes, as you suddenly snap out of it and realize that you’ve been zoning out staring into his eyes for about a minute or so.

“cmon castellan, you have one more ring left! then you’ll win the huuuuge prize.” you speak, with a soft smile on your face.

luke laughs and shakes his head.

he then turns his gaze back to the game, focusing on the remaining bottle that he has to land the third ring on.

he concentrates, taking aim, and throws the ring. you hold your breath as you watch the ring sail through the air, hopeful that it lands on the bottle.

the ring lands on top of the last bottle, and luke lets out a triumphant cheer as you grin ear to ear.

"booyah! i did it!" he exclaims, grinning at you.

the worker smiles and nods, impressed with luke's skills.

"and what prize would you like to receive?" they ask.

luke turns to you and asks

“which one do you want, pretty? you pick” luke sweetly speaks to you. the sweetness in his voice is tooth rotting, like cotton candy.

your eyes skim over the available prizes as one plushie in particular catches your eye. a huge, stuffed panda. you smile and point to it.

“that one!” you say

luke grins at your enthusiasm and turns back to the worker.

"we’ll take the big fluffy panda, please." he says.

the worker nods and moves to claim the massive bear. they pull it down from its perch above you and place it in your waiting arms. it’s HUGE!

you giggle and hug the stuffed animal closer to you, feeling the soft, plush fur against your skin. its almost as if it's a big, fluffy cloud.

luke grins and wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him as the two of you begin to walk away from the game booth.

“thank you.” you blurt out.

luke looks at you and replies with a soft chuckle

“for what? i didn’t do anything”

you look back at him

“yes you did! you didn’t have to get me this, yknow. 15 dollars is a bit pricey just for 3 rings.” you speak

he narrows his eyes at you and replies softly

“babe, all the games around here are pricey, it’s literally a carnival. and i also just wanted to get it for you. win a nice prize for you. and hey, every time you look at that plushie you’ll remember this past moment. ill earn the money back easily anyway.”

you look at him softly, in absolute awe. you smile at him, as he chuckles.

luke presses a soft kiss to your forehead and speaks;

“wanna get some food? ‘m pretty hungry” he says.

you nod appreciatively, as the two of you go over and look for food trucks that offer good food options.

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i miss finnick odair so much

ROARRR BARK BARK WOOF WOOF RAAAHHHHSGSHSHSGSGSGS AWOOOOOO AWOOOOOOOO ARF ARF ARF BARK BARK ROAAARRRRR

im so normal about him 😵‍💫😵‍💫

currently thinking about soft!finnick . . .

soft!finnick who is oh so gentle with you. he’s always so patient when it comes to your emotions.

soft!finnick who doesn’t rush into anything sexual with you. he’s familiar with the feeling of being prostituted, and he doesn’t want you to feel that way and doesn’t want himself to feel that way. he also doesn’t want you to feel like he’s just fucking you, he wants you to feel like he’s making love to you. nothing like the stuff he was forced to do in the capitol. he’d be whispering sweet praise into your ear as he softly peppers kisses along your skin. always mumbling little “you okay?” ‘s to you, making sure you’re feeling alright.

soft!finnick who absolutely hates arguing and yelling. whenever the two of you have a disagreement, he’s always trying to calmly talk it out with you and work through your differences.

soft!finnick who snuggles into your embrace after coming home from the beach, after a long, tiring day of swimming. there are little grains of sand tangled in his hair that you feel gently itching at your skin as he lays his head on his chest and drifts off to sleep.

soft!finnick who brings home pretty seashells he found on the beach while swimming. he was thinking of you (he always is) and wanted to bring a few back home to you.

soft!finnick and reader preparing a hearty meal together in their kitchen, finnick chopping veggies and seasoning the meat while reader puts the finishing touches on a salad, listening to their favorite playlist and bantering with each other as they work.

soft!finnick who pulls you closer to him and mumbles “5 more minutes..” in his raspy morning voice when you try to get out of bed and start your day.

it’s safe to say that the two of you end up tangled in the sheets for a lot more than 5 more minutes. hours have gone by, but finnick still insists on staying in bed with you. you don’t protest of course. but even if you tried to protest or escape, you’d be unable to wiggle out of his strong arms, embracing you. but hey, it’s not like you’d wanna leave his warm embrace anyway.