i don't WANT to read smut right now
i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia
[1:38 AM]
seungcheol, 385 words, fluff, sfw.
a/n: in my cheol feels… missin him </3
Seungcheol slips the ring onto your finger and you don’t realize it’s the ring finger on your left hand until a second after it happens.
It’s stupid, really, you think. The ring came from one of those vending machines meant for kids at the mall, cheap and plastic, something you did for fun while you waited for Seungcheol to finish up paying inside a store. You didn’t wear it, but you kept it because you thought the (definitely fake) purple jewel was pretty. It’s not meant for what it means now.
Little moonlight shuffles through the cracks in your blinds, just enough for you to see the ring glimmer in the open air when you take your hand out from under the covers. Seungcheol shifts beside you, inching closer until his arm wraps over your stomach. You don’t think your heart has beat this fast since the first time he kissed you.
“I want to,” he murmurs, and you turn your head to look at him, his hair dark and mussed against the pillows. He doesn’t have to be more specific, he doesn’t have to ask you. You both know what he means, and your answer comes quick.
“Me too,” you tell him, softly. It feels like a secret, something you want to keep between the two of you forever. Maybe you will, if all goes well. You have so much to tell him, right now, right this second, and all of your words come out in gentle touches when you turn your body to pull him closer. “One day.”
Your words aren’t meant to stall. This ring is a promise, more than anything, a reminder that it will happen. Both you and Seungcheol know that now isn’t the time, but it will be. Eventually. Hopefully soon.
Seungcheol hums in your arms, pulls your hand back to him and kisses your finger, the band of the ring catching on his kiss. You feel tender and loved, thoroughly content, something familiar yet strange blooming in your chest, through your ribs. “When we grow up,” he tells you. You giggle, too loud for the night, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His smile matches yours (gentle, true, happy) when you manage to catch his eye in the dark.
When he kisses you, his lips taste like forever.
crying hard
cinnamon girl ¡ finnick o’dair.
summary : since secrets started you couldn’t get enough of Finnick.
Oh you were is so much danger. That night signed you for the most heart-burning chapter of your life, not that you didn’t like it, but tainting your reputation for Finnick O’dair, you never thought you will fall this low.
But you did, you fell so hard that you find yourself entering a hotel room, disguised in funky glasses and a hat, a far cry from the vibrant soul that normally graced Panem's lavish gatherings. Just with a lot of money.
As you stepped into the room, expecting nothing but a bed and the men you did all of this for. That evening, thought, the room smelled of sugar and cinnamon and the comforting smell smashed all your senses.
Faced to the window, Finnick awaited you, his charming smile lighting up the room. Under the Panem sunset, his smile mirrored the warmth of freshly baked pastries. Yet, it was the pastries arranged on the nightstand that got your attention, making your mouth water involuntarily.
"Hey, darling," Finnick greeted, approaching you and playfully eying the funky accessories. "All this effort to see me? You've really put in some work," he joked, removing the accessories and placing them on the bed. Your response was a smile, accompanied by a gentle sigh as his hand brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "If it's to see you... and those," you gestured towards the cinnamon pastries, "last night, you mentioned craving them, so..." his words trailed off, Finnick all proud and charming, you playfully tapped his shoulder. "You know how to charm O’dair ."
Finnick's gaze dripped with love, sweet as sugar and intense as honey. "You're doing it again," you whispered, shifting to take a pastry in your hand taking a gentle bite off that incredible brioche, still perfectly warm.
"Doing what?" he asked innocently raising an eyebrow and taking a seat beside you on the bed. Finnick, a master of words, charm, and love, knew how to make you flustered. "Admiring you is a crime now?"
"Everything we're doing is," you whispered challengingly, locking eyes with him. He grinned, tracing your cheek with his fingertips, and you met his gaze, the taste of cinnamon lingering on your lips. "But we like a little challenge, don't we?" he whispered, searching your eyes for echoes of love and approval.
Oh, he found them. You admired the blonde curls falling with meticulous grace, the eyes compared to the sea he so often spoke of, and the dimples craved in his cheeks, forming a smile that melted you, very.
"We do," you whispered, gently tracing your fingertips in his hand, that rested on the bed. Your touch traced his knuckles, and as you gazed at each other, the silence hung between you. The sugary feeling of the pastries lingered on your lips, you were ready to be spoke about them, but before you could, his lips met yours.
This time, it was Finnick whose mouth watered. Your dreamy gaze made every secret gathering, every risk taken, worthwhile. He was a madman, and you loved him for it.
The kiss wasn't a mere repetition of the last one. It kindled warmth under your skin, painted your cheeks in shades of red, and unfolded slowly as both of you smiled like fools. Fingers finally interlocked on the bed, hands gently caressing the nape of your neck, eyes closed, and chests dangerously close. It was passion, but in an endearing, almost foolish way.
Under the sun's burn, the beautiful man before you shone, delightful. The kiss ended, but the warmth lingered as your foreheads gently touched. Breaths synced, light heaving, and heartbeats synchronised, marking hearts finally happy to interlock again after nurturing them with so much love.
Finnick looked at you, still searching for your recovered breath, eyes glossy, and cheeks tinted with a delicate pink. He licked his lips gently. "Very sugary, darling." A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and his hand slid from your neck to your waist. "Oh, shut up."
sorry for the ones who don’t like cinnamon 🤭 I love my babies, lana del Rey reference 😩
freezing hunger ¡ coriolanus snow drabble
coriolanus snow is the type of boyfriend who refused to release his grasp. In the Capitol, you are unique beauty, eccentricity, and vibrant allure. Your image outshone even the brilliance of your kindness. Yet, the hunger of the Capitol couldn't be satiated by your pretty face alone. They craved more, and Snow was there to purposely keep them starving.
In every corner, in every party, within the academia, and through the districts, your radiant presence was always followed with the icy shadow. Where you went, Coriolanus was there, fiercely protective, asserting his claim, wielding his gun, and manipulating his own image. He didn't just breathe for you; he lived, survived, and killed for you. And he'd do it repeatedly, shamelessly displaying that he wasn't just solely about you but was the one craving you the most.
"no hands this time; my dress is way too shiny.." you hummed, facing the mirror in a dress as vibrant as lichfield angels. Snow stood behind you, eyes locked on the reflection, fingers already tracing your waist. The mirror bore witness to his intense gaze, ‘’can’t promise my darling''.
okay maybe i see the potential, going to write a whole fic...
maybe he is out-of-character but I love this snow ☝️😩
sweet plumeria ¡ finnick o’dair drabble
Finnick o'dair is the type of boyfriend who shields you from the prying eyes of the Capitol, fearful of exposing you as his greatest vulnerability. He can't risk to expose you to the Capitol's power and ruin the peace that tastes as sweet as honey. He loves the way you smile after emerging from the water, droplets shining on your bronzed skin. That sun-kissed smile under the district's sun, he prays the angels to protect you from all the danger in this disgusting world.
A delicate plumeria in your hair sparks a gleam in his eyes every time. "eyes up here" your laughter echoing in front of a speechless Finnick, blinded by your beauty on that warm evening, where the two of you shared the most exquisite swim. "don't know where to look anymore" Finnick responded, tone as playful followed by his charming signature smile. He stood close, captivated by you, silently wishing for this moment to last forever.
omg u guys thank you so much for 100+ likes <33 🫶🏼🤭 i will write more
sweet plumeria ¡ finnick o’dair drabble
Finnick o'dair is the type of boyfriend who shields you from the prying eyes of the Capitol, fearful of exposing you as his greatest vulnerability. He can't risk to expose you to the Capitol's power and ruin the peace that tastes as sweet as honey. He loves the way you smile after emerging from the water, droplets shining on your bronzed skin. That sun-kissed smile under the district's sun, he prays the angels to protect you from all the danger in this disgusting world.
A delicate plumeria in your hair sparks a gleam in his eyes every time. "eyes up here" your laughter echoing in front of a speechless Finnick, blinded by your beauty on that warm evening, where the two of you shared the most exquisite swim. "don't know where to look anymore" Finnick responded, tone as playful followed by his charming signature smile. He stood close, captivated by you, silently wishing for this moment to last forever.
freezing hunger ¡ coriolanus snow drabble
coriolanus snow is the type of boyfriend who refused to release his grasp. In the Capitol, you are unique beauty, eccentricity, and vibrant allure. Your image outshone even the brilliance of your kindness. Yet, the hunger of the Capitol couldn't be satiated by your pretty face alone. They craved more, and Snow was there to purposely keep them starving.
In every corner, in every party, within the academia, and through the districts, your radiant presence was always followed with the icy shadow. Where you went, Coriolanus was there, fiercely protective, asserting his claim, wielding his gun, and manipulating his own image. He didn't just breathe for you; he lived, survived, and killed for you. And he'd do it repeatedly, shamelessly displaying that he wasn't just solely about you but was the one craving you the most.
"no hands this time; my dress is way too shiny.." you hummed, facing the mirror in a dress as vibrant as lichfield angels. Snow stood behind you, eyes locked on the reflection, fingers already tracing your waist. The mirror bore witness to his intense gaze, ‘’can’t promise my darling''.
okay maybe i see the potential, going to write a whole fic...
finnick o’dair x fem!reader
summary : as much as you hated the capitol and their precious darling, that night, alcohol wasn’t enough.
authors note : omg my first one-shot, it's a kind of - enemies to lovers to crisis, hope you like it! i may write more about these two.
If Finnick knew what the taste of lovesickness was like, he would have already chosen whiskey. The chaos of loving someone made his heart senseless.
That night, at the Capitol's party, in the dimmest corner, they looked at each other, surrounded by smoke that filled their lungs. Finnick's presence was surrounded by eager women, but they failed to capture his attention. His focus, fixed on that woman.
Meanwhile, y/n drowned her sorrows in red wine and smoke, feeling burning eyes that hinted at a plea for union. Locked in a haze, y/n sensed the influence of alcohol as she saw sea-green eyes piercing her. She rose, seeking refuge in a corner away from prying creatures, knowing that only those warm, lustful eyes mattered.
she walked down, the satin dress swaying with her legs, finally face to face. "Take me away from here," she demanded, and Finnick complied, leaving the eccentric women all alone. They went behind that big white mansion, less eyes, soft music and moonlight shining that tan skin and the satined body.
“we shouldn’t..” he whispered looking the cigarette smoke dragging out of her lips. Finnick felt his head spin, need crippling his skin and making reason evaporate. “I’m sick and tired of this, o’dair.” she spat, her whisper full of frustration. “please..” he approached, putting his arms on her shoulders.
"Don’t you see?" she cuts him off, her whisper was soft, a delicate undertone. "This act of me avoiding you, you avoiding me and yet we always end up together." Finnick was speechless, a heavy sigh escaping him, shoulders slouching in defeat. She had a point; his pretending was becoming increasingly pathetic. She was the death of him, a scarlet fever he couldn't escape.
He approached her, uncomfortably close, his hands sliding onto her wrists. Despair swirled in his sea eyes, letting them talk replacing any futile word he could have uttered. She sighed once more, the silence inducing dizziness, her head spinning. fuck red wine.
"Kiss me."
The tense silence was short-lived. Those words hung in the air, making them both uneasy under the moonlight. His eyes stuck on her lips, he finally broke that tension.
Their breaths synced, heavy and eager, their lips hungry, to taste to bite to bleed.
"Just- quick.." he whispered, his soft lips brushing against hers. A soft gasp escaped her as his tongue traced the outline of her mouth, causing his breath to quicken. Desperate to get closer, she pulled him in and they clung to each other. But as quickly as the moment came, it was gone, leaving them both breathless. With a sigh, he finally pulled away, his head spinning as he fought to catch his breath while her lips burned with the heat of their first kiss.
Under the watchful eyes of the Capitol, their drunken haze making this feel all right.
screaming, crying and throwing up.
