Based on this ask
Set 4 months before the 10th Hunger Games.
WARNING: Dark!Coriolanus, Spit kink, dry humping, slight degradation, fingering (f receiving), reference to stalking
The day of love, the ancient holiday of St. Valentine's Day, better known as just Valentine's Day for short, was vastly approaching. Rom-coms were clogging up nearly every station on Capitol TV, every grocer and sweet shop had large hearts full of candies on display, jewelry stores had diamond rings on display in the front windows, restaurants were being flooded with calls about holiday dinner reservations, and florist shops were bombarded with orders for roses.
February was the month of love and it seemed that everyone was losing their mind over it. But for different reasons. Couples were trying to find the perfect gift for their significant other while shop owners were trying to cash out on the commercialism of the holiday celebrating love.
You weren't a fan of the holiday, but why would you be when you've never had anyone give you anything on February 14th? You weren't anything special, just a girl that always has her nose in her books.
You were a bookworm, an impeccable student, and a good girl. Nobody notices girls like you.
You thought that nobody noticed you.
But, it turns out, you were wrong.
Your classmate at the Academy- a tall, skeletal thin boy with messy platinum curls and sparkling sky blue eyes had taken a liking to you.
In fact, he more than liked you.
The top student of the Academy was infatuated with you.
No, no, that wasn't it.
No, he was obsessed with you.
Yes, Coriolanus Snow was obsessed with you. He'd been watching you from afar for years, but now his obsession was growing to the point where he knew just watching you wasn't going to be enough anymore.
Coriolanus just had to have you.
He needed to make you his.
You were like a drug to him, he craved you and had to have you for his sanity.
So, since it was the month of love, Coriolanus Snow decided that he was ready to finally make you his.
How would he do that? Well, by being your secret admirer during love week of course.
Then on the day of love, he'd reveal himself to you; forever making you his.
On February 7th you walked into the Academy like you did any other day. You avoided the judgemental stares and gossiping from the snobs as you made your way to your locker. When you reached it, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Or at least until you opened the metal box, only to reveal a white rose on the shelf above your stack of textbooks. Also, nestled under the rose was a note.
You reached for the paper, only to unfold it and discover that whoever wrote the note had perfect penmanship.
The flourish of the longhand was nothing, but perfect loops and dashes. The words were, as you quickly discovered, a poem.
Not just any poem, but a poem about roses by a poet from ancient times. The pre-Panem days.
Who would know that you enjoyed ancient literature?
“I see you received a white rose, Y/N.” Coriolanus Snow told you, seeming to appear out of thin air.
His locker was right next to yours, so you shouldn't have been startled by him. But for some reason, you were.
“Um, yea. Yea, I did.”
“Any idea who it's from?”
“No.”
“Well, then it looks like you have a secret admirer. Don't worry, I'll be on the lookout for you; tell you who they are if I learn anything.”
“You don't have to do that, Coriolanus.”
“Have you thought that maybe I want to, Y/N.” The platinum blonde countered, tilting his head in a way that made his curls rustle.
You forced a smile paired with a polite, but generic, “Well, thank you. I appreciate it.”
Before he could say another word, you closed your locker and took off down the hall.
Coriolanus watched the swish sway of your hips as you walked away. His icy blue eyes glued to your ass.
Oh god, oh he wanted to take you from behind and smack your ass; make it jiggle.
Soon.
Very soon he'd make you his.
It's your destiny to be his because he always-
ALWAYS
-gets what he wants.
And what he wants most in this entire world is you.
Well, you on his rock hard cock, but that's besides the point.
The following day, you opened your locker to find a single white rose with another note.
It was a quote from an ancient Pre-Panem book. Romeo & Juliet by Shakespeare to be exact.
That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.
And then the day after that, you found a single white rose with a tiny chocolate ball wrapped in a red wrapper inside of your lock. Of course, once again, there was a note written in perfect flourish accompanying it.
Enjoy your chocolate on this sweet day, my darling rose.
You were about to put the note back into your locker whenever Coriolanus appeared at your side. He towered over you, so of course he saw the note in your hand along the presents your secret admirer left for you.
“I see you got chocolate today with your rose.” Coriolanus observed as you placed the note in your locker and pulled out your books for your first couple of classes.
Little did you know, Coriolanus stole what little money Tigris has squirreled away for the mortgage payment this month to buy you a single piece of candy. He was poor, so poor that he didn't have a pot to piss in, but he had to get you something to impress you.
And all girls loved chocolate, didn't they?
Well, he knew his Grandma’am loved chocolate. So, safe to say, he was hoping you'd like the chocolate. That the small treat would make you fall in love with your secret admirer.
With him.
Instantly.
“Yea.” You nodded, closing your locker. The platinum blonde continued just staring at you instead of making a move to unlock his locker. “The secret admirer struck again.” You stated the obvious as a way to clear the awkward air that was starting to loom around you and Coriolanus.
“I see that.” Coriolanus smirked. “Are you flattered by the gifts your admirer’s been leaving you?”
You mulled over that for a moment. Hmm…How did you feel about all the roses and little notes? “Well, it’s sweet. But I wasn't even aware that I'm likable so for somebody to keep leaving me roses and notes is a bit of a shock.”
Still staring at you, Coriolanus flashed a smile that was all pearly whites. “Of course you're likable, darling. Anyone with half a brain can see that.”
“Have you seen half of the people we go to school with?” You asked, trying not to burst out laughing as the names and faces of your stupid and annoying classmates fluttered around in your head.
“Yes, well unfortunately we're surrounded by idiots that we have to play nice with so we can step on them as we climb up the ladder to success.” He dramatically told you, baby blues rolling into the back of his head, as he finally opened up his locker.
*Oh my God? Did you just say that?” You laughed, finding his remark amusing. You never knew that he had such a dark sense of humor. “If only we started talking years ago, then we could've been sitting at the lunch table judging everyone.”
“Oh, so you enjoy my company then?” he asked, pulling a book out of his satchel and placing it into his locker.
“Maybe.” You shrugged.
“Just maybe?” Coriolanus pressed, grabbing what he needed for his first couple of classes and packing it into his satchel.
“Sejanus likes you, so you can't be that bad.”
Coriolanus leaned over you, his eyes flashing mischievously, and his voice a low velvety baritone, “Oh, but you're mistaken. I'm a very bad boy, I just don't get caught being bad.”
It was right at that moment the first warning bell rang for the first morning class. That bell gave you an out in a situation that had quickly escalated. “The bell rang; we better go, Coriolanus.”
He nodded, only to say, “Call me Coryo, Y/N.”
“Okay, well, see you later, Coryo.” You told him before quickly taking off towards your class.
Coryo watched your backside, fantasying about spanking your ass while roughly fucking you, before taking off to his own class.
Every day was the same thing. You would receive roses and notes filled with poems and quotes from ancient Pre-Panem literature. And everyday Coryo would make a remark about it.
So, when Saturday rolled around, you were relieved that your admirer wouldn't be able to leave you anything.
Or at least that's what you thought.
Turns out, you were wrong. So very, very, wrong.
You were at your kitchen table, which has seen better days since the wood was worn, scratched, and chipped, eating some toast made out of stale bread, whenever your mother came into the kitchen. A bundle of 3 roses tied together with a ribbon bow paired with a piece of parchment in one hand and her daily morning paper in the other.
Oh no.
Your secret admirer struck again.
“You got roses and a letter addressed to you, Y/N.” Your mother told you, placing the items on the table. “Is there something you want to tell me about?” She asked, taking a seat at the table.
“I have a secret admirer.” You honestly answered, reaching for the love note while your mother unfolded her newspaper.
“Oh, how nice. Maybe he's rich.” She smiled, watching you unfold your note.
Of course she'd say that. But you understand why though. You go to school with a bunch of snotty rich kids while you're living hand to mouth in an apartment Corso. If it wasn't for your older brother, Rein, sending home his peacekeeper’s pay, well, you'd probably be out on the streets. Your mother just wanted you to have a better chance at life then she did; wanted you to marry a wealthy man that could take care of you. Get you out of poverty.
You can't fault her for wanting better for you. For wanting you to avoid making some of her mistakes.
You didn't say a word, just shrugged as you read over your note. You couldn't help but smile at the words written in that perfect looping, swooping, flourish that you've grown to adore.
These white and red roses I give to you are a promise of my affections towards you. Red roses symbolize love while white roses symbolize purity, perfection, and an untarnished new love. I have nothing, but both in my heart for you, my darling rose.
Your mother leaned over your shoulder, reading your note. “Seems like you've managed to snag the heart of the Poet Laureate of Dogwood Lane.” Your mother huffed, only to grab her coffee cup.
“I think it's sweet, mother.” You defended your secret admirer, placing the note down and picking up your tiny bundle of roses.
As you smelled the faint, sweet scent of the roses, your mother sighed, “With words like that, he's a poor boy.”
“Mother, don't act like that. It doesn't matter to me if my admirer's rich or not, as long as he's nice to me.” You scolded your mother while leaving the table and taking your roses over to the kitchen sink, so that you could put them in a tall glass of water.
Your family didn't have any vases. They were broken the night your mother received the news about your father's death. She grabbed every vase in the house and threw them at the walls with all her might, screaming and crying with heartbreak.
“Y/N, it's as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is a poor man. You remember that; it'll keep you from doing something stupid.”
But what if you wanted to do something stupid?
On Sunday you received another rose from your admirer and another note. It was a simple note, but it was sweet none the less. Of course, you put the rose into the water glass the other 3 were in.
And come Monday, you received another gift from your secret admirer. You asked Coryo if he had any clue who your secret admirer could be because you really wanted to meet them, tell them that you thought they were sweet. He told you that he knew, but would tell you the next day.
Valentine's Day.
Of course, he was going to be a troll and make you wait until Valentine's Day to find out what he knew about your secret admirer. Damn. He would.
So on Valentine's Day you walked out of your front door, expecting to make the walk to the Academy and ask Coryo what he learnt about your secret admirer, only to find him pacing the floor right in front of your apartment. He had something behind his back and he seemed to be, for a lack of a better word, nervous.
“Coryo, what’re you doing here?”
Stopping in his tracks and turning to face you, he smiled while pulling his hand out from behind his back. Extending a perfect white rose to you, he smiled, “Y/N, my darling rose, I've come to tell you that I'm your secret admirer. That I'd like to take you to the Valentine's Day dance at the Academy tonight.”
“You? You're my secret admirer?” You couldn't believe your eyes and ears. It was Coryo all along. How could you not see it? Before he could utter a reply you took the rose from him and smiled, “Coryo, I'm glad it's you.”
Of course you're glad he's your secret admirer. You enjoy his snarkiness and he's hot. He's tall, has broad shoulders paired with a small waist, and his platinum curls frame his angular face in a way that makes him look like a Greek god.
Before Coryo could utter a word, you threw yourself on him; hugging him. He just chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. Resting his chin on top of your head, he asked, “Are we going to the dance?”
“I'd like to, but I don't think I have anything to wear. Or at least anything that hasn't been worn one too many times already.” You admit, feeling a bit bad that you'll probably miss the dance because you don't have a slew of dresses to pick from.
Coriolanus understands where you're coming from. He too has the hard burden of keeping up a filet mignon steak appearance while on a cabbage and watery broth soup budget.
So, pulling away slightly so that he could use a hand to tilt your chin up; making your eyes lock, he told you, “I'll bring you home after school; my cousin Tigris can fix you up for the dance. I'm sure she'll have a suitable dress for you to borrow, since she's a remarkable seamstress that’s always making something.”
When Coriolanus brought you to his penthouse, you were shocked to find out that he lived in your building on the Corso.
He lives on the 12th floor in your building! Oh, how the universe has a funny way of fucking with you.
Coryo living in your building’s the reason why he became your low key stalker, watching you from afar for so many years. It's why he singles you out. Why he’s your secret admirer.
When you entered the Snow penthouse, you discovered that it was in poor shape. That he was poor, just like you were. That he was acting at school, acting like he had all the riches in the world when he didn't.
It should've bothered you, but it didn't. Coryo was just trying to survive being at the Academy with a bunch of rich snobs. What choice did he have, but to lie about having money. He has to blend in somehow.
Coriolanus was excited for you to meet Tigris, Grandma'am too, but unfortunately the penthouse was empty. His cousin left a note detailing that she took their Grandma'am out to run a few errands. She told.him roughly when they'd be back too.
Fortunately they'd be back in plenty of time to help you get ready for the Valentine's Day dance that Coryo wanted to take you too.
You thought that he wanted to take you to the dance because he likes you, but that was only partially true. Coriolanus wanted to take you to show you off. Stake his claim to you. Mark you as his own.
Once everyone in the Academy saw you on his arm, they'd all know that you belonged to him.
Coriolanus always did like showing off his most prized possessions. But, unfortunately, he doesn't have many of those these days. So, now that he has you right where he wants you, it's time to show you off.
But to do that he needs Tigris to shine and polish you. Make you look dazzling, like a diamond. But, since his cousin and their Grandma'am are out, having you be made over by his cousin’s magical fashion touch will have to wait.
Coriolanus decides that since he's got you all alone in his penthouse, he might as well act on his fantasies of fucking you.
And that's how you find yourself in Coryo’s room, splayed out on his twin sized bed in nothing, but your simple white panties as he sucked and nipped a spot below your jaw. His hands were on your boobs, massaging them roughly as he grinded his boxer clad bulge into your wet, aching core.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding your hips in a desperate attempt to alleviate the ache in your pussy. “Coryo, please…” You whined, feeling the platinum blonde sucking harshly at a spot right below your jaw.
“Please what, baby? Please fuck you?” Coryo taunted huskily in your ear. His warm breath tickling your earlobe; sending a new rush of heat down to your wet center. “Hmmm?...” He hummed against your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone.
You placed a hand in his light blonde curls, only to pull his head up. Making his lust blown eyes meet yours. Biting your swollen, over kissed lips, you admitted, “I'm a virgin, Coryo. I don't know if I'm ready to go all the way yet, but I need you to touch me.”
Of course you were a virgin. He knew that. Coriolanus just wasn't expecting you to be hesitant about wanting to fuck him.
Damnit!
He didn't want to be a virgin anymore. He wanted to have his first fuck with you.
Okay, honestly, he hated people and would only be fucking you since you're his. After all the hard work he did wooing you with the secret admirer gifts and notes, he'd be a fool to try and find somebody else.
Coriolanus gave you a lopsided smile, only to stroke your cheek and confess, “I'm still a virgin too, my darling rose.”
Coriolanus Snow’s a virgin? But he's so hot. How is he still a virgin? Like, with his looks you thought he would've had a few hookups under his belt.
“Why?” You asked, curious eyes looking up into his icy baby blues.
“I'm too busy studying to do anything.” Coriolanus smoothly lied.
Truth was, he could go out and find somebody to fuck if he wanted to, but he was too busy watching over you from the shadows to do that. So, in fact, it wasn't studying he was too busy doing, but obsessing over you. Following you around whenever you went out. Even lurking nearby your apartment, in an alcove where you'd never see him, for the chance of sneaking a glimpse at you whenever you open the door to take out the trash or something.
Yes, he studied his subjects for school, but not with the same obsessive diligence that he studied you.
Trailing his fingers down your neck, until his hand reached the hollow of your throat, he smirked, “Plus, I guess I was waiting for the right girl.”
“Yea?” You ask, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. You couldn't believe your ears, Coryo just said, in so many words, that his wait was over because you were the right girl for him. That made your heart soar.
Coriolanus’ blue eyes sparkled and his plush lips turned up in a soft smile. “Yea.” He nodded, hovering over you. “We can wait until we're both ready, darling.” He offered, stroking the hollow of your throat. “I promise.”
And despite being obsessed with you to the point that he was literally your stalker, knew everything about you, and wanted to own you, he meant it. He wasn't going to push you into giving him your virginity. But that was because he worked too hard (because giving you a roses, notes, and a piece of chocolate for an entire week straight was hard work) to get you to notice him, trust him, and love him back to ruin it by pushing you too hard.
Coriolanus is a patient man, he can wait a bit longer to fulfill his fantasy of stuffing his cock into your tight cunt. At least he gets to fulfill his other fantasies with you. But, he hopes by summer he'll be balls deep inside your tight cunt.
He had an obsessive love for you and he wanted nothing more than to claim you as his. In every way possible.
And that urge to claim you is what spurs him on; what has him biting at your collarbone, soothing the teeth marks with a few laps of his tongue. The platinum blonde smirked against your skin as he felt your fingers tighten around his hair as little mewls left your mouth. It sends pride coursing thru his body, knowing that being marked by him turned you on.
Coriolanus wraps his lips around one of your nipples only to roughly tweak the other between his thumb and forefinger, causing you to let out a small, breathy moan.“Coryo…”
Your reaction to his ministrations caused him to grind his boxer covered bulge into your soaked panty covered pussy. He moaned around your nipple, the feeling of your wetness soaking his hard dick driving him crazy. He needed some friction to relieve his aching cock and by how you were frantically canting your hips up to meet his, you needed some relief too.
Coryo sped up his pace, only to roughly squeeze your tits while biting your nipple. You felt pleasure mixed with pain, causing you to loudly moan and claw at Coryo's back with your hand that wasn't tangled in his hair.
Letting your nipple fall from his mouth with a loud pop, he smirked, “You sound so beautiful when you moan for me, little dove.”
One of his hands trailed down your body, only to squeeze your hip. His thumb brushed against your hip bone as his hand, that was still on your boob, harshly palmed it. He stopped grinding into your core, causing you to whimper and buck your hips in a feeble attempt to get him to move again.
But he didn't move. Instead, his icy eyes stared straight into your soul as he asked, “I want to take your panties off; finger fuck you real good. Can I do that, baby?”
Could he do that? Of course he could. Didn't you tell him you wanted him to touch you before? Was he being shy or was he giving you an out? You didn't know, but all you knew was that hearing that he wanted to finger fuck you sent a fresh pool of wetness between your legs.
“Yes.” You nodded. Your voice was a desperate whine as you told him, “Please, Coryo. I need you so bad.”
Coriolanus pressed a kiss to your lips. “Shh, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”
He pulled your panties off, only to toss them over his shoulder. Your instant reaction was to close your legs, but Coryo placed his large hands on your knees, preventing your legs from closing. “Don't get shy on me now, Y/N.” He reprimanded you, lust blown icy eyes locked onto yours as his platinum curls framed his elongated face perfectly like a halo.
You couldn't tell him he was being serious or playful with his reprimand, so you just nodded.
His attention fell to your slick pussy. You were so wet for him. “That all for me, darling? Fuck, your so wet.” He groaned, gnawing on his bottom lip as he felt his already rock hard cock get painfully harder. God, just looking at your perfect, pretty pussy dripping and drooling juices just for him sent a possessive pride straight to Coriolanus' heart.
It gave him an ego boost knowing that he's the one to make you so wet. That only he can do that, make you needy and wanting for him.
Serves you right to be wet between your thighs because of him. God only knows how many nights he fisted his cock, worked up with need for you. It's only fair that he makes you into a needy wanton little whore for him.
“Yea, it's all for you.” You nod, letting your hands run over his chest. You can feel his ribs underneath his pale skin as you tell him, “It'll always be for you.”
Coriolanus gave you a needy open mouth kiss as he hovered above your body. The kiss was messy and took you by surprise, but it also turned you on. A feral look flashed in his eyes, which was more black then icy blue at the moment, before he grabbed your chin in his hand. Keeping you jaw open with his hand, he uttered the declaration of, “Mine, mine, mine.” Before spitting right into your mouth.
You felt the spit rolling down your throat, becoming one with you in an exotic way. Coriolanus’ smiled widely, showing too much of his pearly whites, at the site of you swallowing down his spit. “You're mine, my darling rose. All mine and I'll never let you go.”
Yes, you were all his. His personal little slut. His darling rose. His, his, his.
Coriolanus’ face hovered dangerly close to yours as he snaked a hand between your bodies. But, before he could touch you, you stopped him by grabbing hold of his wrist.
He gave you a startled look. Did you change your mind? Did you want to stop?
Fuck, he hopes not.
No, you didn't want to stop. Infact, you wanted him to take off his white boxers so that you could see his cock. You wanted him bare before you since you were spread out for him.
And you told him so.
And boy, oh boy, he was so happy to hear you say that.
Quickly, he stood up and pulled off his boxers. Seeing his large cock, that was at least 8 inches with veins running alongside it, you felt desire heat up inside of you.
“Can I touch it?” You asked as he knelt back on the bed.
“Yes, you can touch it. But after I'm done with finger fucking you. Okay baby?” He cooed, settling back between your legs and cupping your soaking wet cunt with his large hand. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, little dove.” Coriolanus told you before running a long finger up your slit.
A shiver felt down your spine at the feeling of him teasing you with his finger. You let out a ragged breath as his finger slipped into your tight pussy, only to languidly thrust a few times. You felt yourself grow wetter as he pulled his finger out of your wet hole, only to bring it up to his mouth and suck on it.
Coriolanus’ eyes rolled into the back of his head as he moaned, “Mmmm…you taste so sweet.”
“Coryo, please.” You begged. His teasing was driving you crazy.
Deciding that two could play that game, you reached down with your hand and grabbed his hard cock.
“Fuck.” Coriolanus gasped as you experimentally ran your thumb over the leaky, red tip of his cock. His breathing was harsh as he said, “I got an idea. Think you’d want to try it?”
“What is it?” You asked, curious to hear this idea of his. You felt like you'd explode any minute now, so if he had a way to ease your aching cunt, then you wanted to know. Especially since he keeps getting distracted when it comes to fingering you.
Maybe he was nervous because he'd never finger a girl before, or maybe he was just a tease that liked to edge you. Who knows. But what you did know was that if you weren't touched soon then you were gonna go mad.
“Well, we’re worked up and I don't know how much more alone time we have, so I thought we could just grind together like we're fucking. But of course I won't put my cock inside, just rub it thru your wet folds.”
“Yes, yes, Coryo. Please, just make me cum.” You rattled out, feeling desperate. Hell, you’re at the point where you're tempted to just start playing with your own pussy to cum. That's how bad you needed to cum right now.
“Goddamn, baby, you're such a whiny little slut for me.” Coriolanus cooed, holding his cock and using the tip, oozing with precum, to rub against your clit in a teasing manner.
Well, it seems like Coriolanus Snow's the type that likes to play with his food before he eats it.
His metaphorical food. The boy's practically starving to death with nothing, but stewed cabbage and watery broth to eat. So, he doesn't play around with real food.
Hunger is a weapon; he knows that all too well.
But your lustful hunger for him is something that he uses as a weapon of sorts. He uses it, teasing and edging you, to make you beg to be his. Beg to be filled by him, just for a blissful release to satisfy the throbbing ache in your wet cunt.
Your wet cunt that’s hungry for his cock.
And by God, he's going to give you his cock.
Coriolanus stopped teasing your clit with his tip, only to roll his hips into yours, sliding his hard cock along your slippery wet folds. His fingers dug into your hips and yours dig into his biceps while you both let out loud, throat moans. The feeling of his cock sliding thru your folds was heavenly for the both of you.
With every movement Coriolanus made, you matched. Being the first time either of you have every done anything remotely sexual, your movements at times were sloppy and rushed. Frantic even. But it felt good.
The only sound in the room was that of your moans and heavy breaths mixed with the obscene sound of Coryo's cock slipping between your squelching wet pussy. Oh, the pressure of his cock rubbing against your cunt was delicious.
It felt better than any of the times you've fingered yourself, rubbed your clit, or humped your pillow.
Yes, dry humping Coriolanus was better than anything you've ever felt before.
“Feels so good, Coryo.” You mewled, clawing at him, feeling the coil in your stomach start to tighten.
“Yea.” Coryo huffed, his brow furrowed with sweat as he felt his cum heavy balls begin to tighten. Leaning forward, caging you in with his arms on either side of you, Coryo's breath ghosted your kiss bruised lips. “You feel close to cumming, baby? Huh, little slut, wanna cum?”
Nodding eagerly, you wrapped your arms around his back, scratching it in an attempt to bring him closer to you, as you let out a sharp moan. “So close. I'm so close, Coryo.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.” Coryo groaned, bucking his hips even sloppier and faster in a desperate attempt to make you both cum.
His fists are white knuckling his bedsheets while your nails rake up and down his back, attempting to anchor yourself as your release neared.
Groans and moans mixed with the wet, sweaty sound of skin slapping together and the loud squeaking of the old bed filled the air as you felt the rubber band inside of you snap.
You cum hard, harder then you've ever cummed in your entire time as a teenager. “Oh, Coryo. Coryo.” Tumbling from your lips in a sweet, moaning chant as your secret admirer continued to slide his cock between your folds.
The feeling of your cum, wet and flooding his dick, drove Coryo wild. It was better than anything he could ever dream of. Imaging how you feel when you cum during the nights he tightly fisted his cock doesn't even compare to the real feeling of your juices coating him, dripping messily down his dick and thighs as you squirt and soak the mattress beneath you.
Coryo's hips made one, two, three more tilts upswards towards yours before he’s burying his head in your shoulder and groaning out, “Fuck, darling. Fuck…”, as he cums, painting your pussy with ropes of his white hot cum.
Chest heaving as he pants to catch his breath, Coriolanus backs away from you, only to admire the was his cum decorates your glistening puffy pussy like fine pearls. Oh, if only he had a camera to take pictures of you. The site was so beautiful, so erotic.
“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” He complimented, his voice a breathy murmur as he settled himself next to you.
Turning you head to look at him, you smile. “Yea?”
“Of course, baby.” Coriolanus replied, a smile coating his lips as he extended his arm out in a gesture for you to tuck into his side. “You're the most beautiful girl in the world.” He declared as you nestled into his side, resting your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his torso. “You're my girl, yea?” Coriolanus asked, his icy eyes looking a bit vulnerable, as he held you close.
Vulnerable. Now that's something you never thought you'd say about Coriolanus Snow. He always seemed so confident, but right now while asking if you're his he seemed to emit some form of vulnerability. Subtle, but still in his baby blues.
“Yea, I'm your girl.” You confirm with a love struck smile.
Coriolanus relaxed when your words washed over him. He has nothing to worry about. You were his now. All the hard work he did being your secret admirer paid off.
Turning his head to look at the alarm clock in his bedside, he sighed, “We need to get dressed. Tigris and Grandma'am will probably be home soon.”
Grandma'am and Tigris welcome you with sparkling smiles and happy hugs when Coryo introduced you as his girlfriend. Tigris was excited that Coryo had found somebody while Grandma'am was elated that the daughter of the late Colonel Halvir (who served with and died with her son, General Crassus Snow, during the war in District 12) was her grandson's girl.
You're happy that the Snows accept your brand spanking new relationship with Coryo because you knew that your mother wouldn't. And you know that your older brother's too busy with his new officer's commission in 12 to care either.
Just like Coryo said she would, Tigris dolled you up in a dress that she made. She even did your hair and makeup for the Valentine's Day dance at the Academy. She made you look like a princess.
And everyone knows that a princess needs her prince.
And Coryo's your prince, giving you a white rose to pin on your dress. It matches the one that he had pinned on his label.
Coriolanus Snow proudly walked into the Academy's ballroom, showing you off on his arm.
Everyone will know that you belong to him. And when people ask how you got together you'll tell them about Coriolanus being your secret admirer during the week of love.
It sounds like a plot of a Capitol TV rom-com. But, unknown to you, your love story with Coryo would play out more like a true crime thriller.
Like an episode of Dateline.
Except that he'll never harm you. No, he's just the sociopath, narcissist, manipulative snake that destroys everyone's lives to make you the queen to his king.
His First Lady Of Panem.
But that didn't matter at the moment. All that matters is that right now you're happy with your secret admirer.
With your Coryo.
And he's happy to finally be able to be with you, because stalking you all the time was fucking exhausting.
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ROUND 1 MASTERLIST
So uh… yea
No I didn’t actually include everybody submitted but I included most of them
Polls will go up around tomorrow at 4:00 PM CST
If you make any edits or art or whatever make sure to tag this account
SIDE ONE
Sharpay Evans (High School Musical) Vs. Misako Montgomery Garmadon (Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu)
Queen (deltarune) Vs. Tanya Degurechaff (Youjo Senki)
Reko Yabusame (Your Turn To Die -Death Game By Majority-) Vs. Mai Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Sunset Shimmer (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls) Vs. Scheherazade (One Thousand and One Nights)
Megaera (Hades) Vs. Clementine (The Walking Dead)
Agent 8 (Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion) Vs. Palutena (Kid Icarus)
Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kaisen) Vs. Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog CD)
Lucretia (The Adventure Zone) Vs. Maya Fey (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney)
Phi (Zero Escape: Virtue’s Last Reward) Vs. Morganthe (Wizard 101)
Bo Peep (Toy Story) Vs. The Administrator (Team Fortress 2)
Audria Rose (Descendants) Vs. Chandrelle Stormblaze (The Hex)
Mion Sonozaki (Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni) Vs. Motoko Kusanagi (Ghost in the Shell)
F!Nefarious Tropy (Crash Bandicoot) Vs. Toriel (UNDERTALE)
Nagisa Misumi (Futari wa Precure) Vs. Aspheera (Ninjago)
Sara Chidouin (Your Turn To Die -Death Game By Majority-) Vs. Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359)
Callie (Splatoon) Vs. Romana (Doctor Who)
Marina (Splatoon 2) Vs. Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc)
Jolyne Cujoh (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) Vs. Kagami Tsurugi (Miraculous Ladybug)
Ema Skye (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) Vs. Maki Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Edelgard von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) Vs. Daisy (Super Mario Land)
Hinomori Shiso (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage) Vs. Nyota Uhura (Star Trek)
Regina George (Mean Girls) Vs. Lisa Lisa (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)
Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist) Vs. Yor Forger (Spy x Family)
Lady Iron Fan (Monkie Kid) Vs. Claire Elford (Witch’s Heart)
MEIKO (Vocaloid) Vs. Hornet (Hollow Night)
Franziska von Karma (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All) Vs. Prudence (Papa Louie)
Ningguang (Genshin Impact) Vs. Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)
Buffy Anne Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Vs. Kokomi Teruhashi (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)
Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives) Vs. Larxene (Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories)
Tohru Honda (Fruits Basket) Vs. April O’Neil (ROTTMNT)
Sasha Waybright (Amphibia) Vs. Princess Carolyn (Bojack Horseman)
Madoka Kaname (Mahou Shoujo Madoka★Magica) Vs. Zora Salazar (Epithet Erased)
Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) Vs. Vera Oberlin (Monster Prom)
Jay Ferin (Just Roll With It) Vs. P.I.X.A.L (Ninjago)
Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries) Vs. Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)
Lumine (Genshin Impact) Vs. Korra (The Legend of Korra)
Bulma (Dragon Ball) Vs. Siobhan Roy (Succession)
Lady Macbeth (Macbeth) Vs. Alice (Zero Escape: Virtue’s Last Reward)
Susie (deltarune) Vs. Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul)
Fairy Godmother (Shrek 2) Vs. Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck)
Rumi Usagiyama (My Hero Academia) Vs. Jess Valenzuela (National Treasure: Edge of History)
Lauren Mallard (Welcome to Night Vale) Vs. Hitori Gotoh (Bocchi the Rock!)
Bayonetta (Bayonetta) Vs. Erza Scarlett (Fairy Tail)
Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) Vs. Banica Conchita (The Evillious Chronicles)
Frye (Splatoon 3) Vs. Piper McLean (Heroes of Olympus)
Ann Takamaki (Persona 5) Vs. Haru Okumura (Persona 5)
GLaDOS (Portal) Vs. Princess Leia (Star Wars)
Kyoko Sakura (Mahou Shoujo Madoka★Magica) Vs. Poison (Street Fighter)
Beidou (Genshin Impact) Vs. Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives)
Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High) Vs. Chiemi Serizawa (Raging Loop)
Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil) Vs. Lois Lane (DC)
Miss Piggy (The Muppets) Vs. Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)
Lord Dominator (Wander Over Yonder) Vs. Homura Akemi (Mahou Shoujo Madoka★Magica)
Aradia Megido (Homestuck) Vs. Maika Halfwolf (Monstress)
Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney) Vs. Shiva (Final Fantasy)
Lucina (Fire Emblem) Vs. Jade Claymore (Willow)
Makima (Chainsaw Man) Vs. Marie (Splatoon)
Loona (Helluva Boss) Vs. Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
SIDE TWO
Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid) Vs. Misa Amane (Death Note)
Opal Koboi (Artemis Fowl) Vs. Solar Flare (Plants vs. Zombies)
Mia Fey (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) Vs. Fleabag (Fleabag)
Adagio Dazzle (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls – Rainbow Rocks) Vs. Agent 3 (Splatoon)
Yashiro Uzuki (The World Ends With You) Vs. Isabelle (Animal Crossing: New Leaf)
Panty Anarchy (Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt) Vs. Tabitha Chrysanthemum Scarlet (Scarlet Hollow)
Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest) Vs. Astrid Hofferson (How To Train Your Dragon)
Athena Cykes (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Dual Destinies) Vs. Lucifer (Helltaker)
Rapunzel (Tangled) Vs. Alana Bloom (Hannibal)
Nami (One Piece) Vs. Yukina Minato (BanG Dream!)
Nadja (What We Do in the Shadows) Vs. Kathryn Janeway (Star Trek)
Bridget (Guilty Gear) Vs. Liezel (Papa Louie)
Vriska Serket (Homestuck) Vs. Fish Mooney (Gotham)
Nina Cortex (Crash Bandicoot) Vs. Yosano Akiko (Bungo Stray Dogs)
Celestia Ludenberg (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) Vs. Chloé Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug)
Tsunade (Naruto) Vs. Helen Richardson (The Magnus Archives)
Akane Kurushiki (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors) Vs. Violet Muller (Court of Darkness)
Mikasa Ackerman (Attack on Titan) Vs. Clementine (Stray)
Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) Vs. Katelyn (Aphmau)
Annabeth Chase (Heroes of Olympus) Vs. Test Tube (Inanimate Insanity)
Tifa Lockheart (Final Fantasy VII) Vs. Jinx (League of Legends)
Jude Duarte (The Folk of the Air) Vs. Lotus (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors)
Yang Xiao Long (RWBY) Vs. Dark Noël (Shadows Over Loathing)
Her Imperious Condescension (Homestuck) Vs. Kitty Softpaws (Puss and Boots)
Boss (AI: The Somnium Files) Vs. Nathalie Sancoeur (Miraculous Ladybug)
Coco Adel (RWBY) Vs. Mary Katherine Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)
Harumi (Ninjago) Vs. Tina Templeton (The Boss Baby: Family Business)
Nya (NInjago) Vs. Lady with an Ermine (Leonardo da Vinci)
Edalyn Clawthorne (The Owl House) Vs. Leslie Barbara Knope (Parks and Recreation)
Kanon Tachibana (NEO: The World Ends With You) Vs. Darling Charming (Ever After High)
Pearl (Splatoon 2) Vs. Amelia (The Amelia Project)
Mira (Zero Escape: Zero Time Dilemma) Vs. Carmelita Montoya Fox (Sly Cooper)
Hollyberry Cookie (Cookie Run) Vs. Vex’ahlia (Critical Role)
Yumeko Jabami (Kakegurui) Vs. Queen (Chess)
Lup (The Adventure Zone) Vs. Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast)
Taiga Aisaka (Toradora!) Vs. Sweetheart (OMORI)
Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun) Vs. Millie (Helluva Boss)
Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender) Vs. Kyoko Kirigiri (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc)
Samus Aran (Metroid) Vs. Amelia Hughes (Infinity Train)
Mari Ohara (Love Live!) Vs. Clover (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors)
Pomegranate Cookie (Cookie Run) Vs. Jessie (Pokémon)
Fiona (Shrek) Vs. Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion)
Dana Cardinal (Welcome to Night Vale) Vs. Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)
Aqua (Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep) Vs. Rose Lalonde (Homestuck)
Nadia Vulvokov (Russian Doll) Vs. Tron Bonne (Megaman)
Lucille Sharpe (Crimson Peak) Vs. Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride the Cyclone)
Statue of Liberty (USA) Vs. Undyne (UNDERTALE)
Ryūko Matoi (Kill la Kill) Vs. Bea Bottom (Something Rotten)
Mari (OMORI) Vs. Petra (Minecraft: Story Mode)
The Manger (The Hotel) Vs. Rosalina (Super Mario Galaxy)
Mamimi Samejima (FLCL) Vs. Weiss Schnee (RWBY)
Miriam Maisel (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel) Vs. Elizabert Megafig (Bugsnax)
Cleo de Nile (Monster High) Vs. Green Shadow (Plants vs. Zombies)
Quinn (Papa Louie) Vs. Skylor Chen (Ninjago)
Barbie (Barbie) Vs. Shiver (Splatoon 3)
Cynthia (Pokémon) Vs. Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony)
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Sea, Swallow me
I actually really like this one but only proofread it once because I’m kinda lazy and there might be a part 2 because idk if there should be another lmk.
Summary: Reader likes Harry and she doesn’t know if he likes her too. But maybe he does.
Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit of angst (one idiot in love because the other one already made it clear) (Harry Potter x F!reader)
The common room was usually never this empty but today was an exception. OWL’s were this week and everyone was up in their dorms studying.
You and Harry were sat on opposite sides of the couch, you reading a book and harry doing his potions homework. You were about to get up when you felt a tap on your leg.
You put your book down, “Yes Harry?” He smiled. “Do you wanna do something besides read a boring book?” You look at him with your eyebrows raised. “Number one, this book isn’t boring you just have no taste in literature,” He rolls his eyes. “And number two,” you say standing up off the couch. “What would we even do?” You hold your hand out for him to take and he accepts pulling himself up.
“Everyone is studying for OWL’s.” You remind him. Harry purses his lips in thought. You look at him unimpressed. He grabs your hand and walks over to the record player in the common room.
“You want to play music?” You deadpan. He nods. “Harry are you daft?” He rolls his eyes. “Everyone’s studying for OWL’s Harry. Or did you forget?” He ignores you grabbing a vinyl from the stand.
“I won’t play it that loud,” he shakes his head. “and besides, I wanna dance with you.”
He looks over at you and you turn away to hide your incredibly red face. He goes back to putting on the vinyl on and you turn back to face him. “What are you gonna play anyway?”
“You’ll see.” He grins.
He grabs your hand and starts swaying you around. You giggle and he wraps his hands around your waist.
The song starts playing and you light up immediately. This was the song that was playing the night you two met. (The song is Sea, swallow me) He laughs at your expression and grabs your arms to place them on his shoulder. You’re sure that the blush on your cheeks is very prominent now as you both start to sing the lyrics to the song.
He spins you around and you two move across the room. You swear you’ve never felt happier. You two continue swaying around as the song nears its end. You’re looking everywhere but him now as the song finishes but Harry on the other hand can’t take his eyes off you.
“Y/n,” he whispers. “Yea” You say looking down at your suddenly very fascinating shoes. “Y/n, please look at me.” You wish a hole would swallow you as you look up to see him smiling at you. “What’s so funny?” You frown.
He looks at you with an unreadable expression. “Nothing,” he pulls you closer. “you’re just really pretty.” Your eyes widen and he can’t stop grinning. He’s leaning into you, and you smile leaning into him when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs. “Y/n?”, “Harry?” Hermione calls out.
You immediately let go of him and face the stairs. “What are you two doing down here?” She says rubbing her eyes and folding her arms.
Harry’s about to say something but you quickly interrupt. “Nothing, we were doing nothing, just about to head to bed.” Hermione looks at you two questioningly but shrugs it off and goes back up to bed. Harry’s about to say something but you cut him off. “Night Harry, I’ll see you in the morning.” You run up the stairs without looking back.
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new romantic f/o heheehe it’s ahab Again lol
but this time it’s the housamo version
but I’m just gonna have them both in the same tag bc classic literature ahab and fantasy game furry ahab are synonymous to me
but yea :3 he 💙
10/17/23
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♡ ◞ jennie kim. twenty-five. cis woman. she/her.⠀⠀⠀— hold your f*** horses ! lorelai “rory” hyun has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being a bedroom pop singer & songwriter and have been signed with the label for two months. they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at @literory. fans know them for being melodramatic but swear they’ve got a gregarious side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with the feeling of butterflies in the pit of your stomach, bookmarks peeking out of stacks of literature, too many unopened social media notifications. stan twitter even voted them most likely to write an entire album about their celebrity crush. we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.
♡ ◞ statistics.
full name: lorelai hyun.
nickname: both personally and professionally goes by rory, addressing her by lorelai will possibly get you some strange looks.
date of birth: june 7th, 1997 (25 yrs).
zodiac sign: gemini.
place of birth: tacoma, washington.
current location: new york city, new york.
gender: cis woman, uses she / her pronouns.
sexuality: bisexual.
languages: english (native), korean (native).
♡ ◞ bits and bops.
character tropes: the quixotic, the hopeless romantic, the paracosmist.
traits: gregarious, melodramatic, idealistic, sensitive, chaotic.
habits: endlessly daydreaming, being just a couple minutes late to everything, living deadline to deadline, always talking just a little too much, reading five books at the same time, sticking her tongue out a little when she’s deep in thought.
likes: valentine’s day, romantic comedies, the colour pink, scented candles, reading, thrifting clothes, vanilla flavoured things, sticky notes, public displays of affection, handwritten cards, snow, roses and peonies, shiny lipgloss, snow globes, coffee, her own book collection.
dislikes: heat and humidity, awkward silences, people making dog ears in their books, heartbreak, being alone, long queues, cooking, spoiling the endings of books, heights.
notable skills: knowing the opening lines of books by heart, sewing her own clothes, matchmaking, can copy people’s handwriting perfectly.
♡ ◞ background.
lorelai hyun was born to philip & hana hyun, respectively an avid outdoor enthousiast who worked as a carpenter, and a workaholic news reporter for the local tv station. she was born and raised in tacoma, washington & early childhood memories are filled to the brim with fond memories of family trips to mount rainier national park and the whole family building snowmen in their front yard during icy winters and yelling at her father to push faster on the swings at their nearest playground. likely because she would rather let those memories overshadow the deafening fights she would overheard late at night — yelled accusations thrown back and forth, even audible over the sheets she would pull over her face to hide underneath. or perhaps the countless of cancelled family activities because her mom needed to work late to finish another last minute deadline, to which her father would curse under his breath and send her to bed hours early, setting aside a plate of homemade dinner in the fridge.
her parents divorced when she was around seven years old. consider it the inevitable result of two people falling out of love and being absolutely unable to keep up the facade any longer. god knows they couldn’t even fool a seven year old. the two of them agreed to share custody & stayed on rather friendly terms, though rory stayed with her mom for the majority of the school year. after all, hana planned on staying in tacoma for her job whereas philip considered the divorce his prime time to spread his wings and hop between cities all throughout the west coast in search of — well, rory never really knew what he was looking for, only that he seemed happier.
it wasn’t much longer than two years after the divorce that both of her parents seemed to have found love again & each entered a whole new honeymoon phase. philip met a travel agent from san francisco while staying in the area & meeting daniel westbrook caused a change of heart regarding that job hopping and moving city to city. he settled down with him in his apartment in the city, where he seemed quite willing to stay for the foreseeable future. the two of them chose to have no kids together, seizing the opportunity to travel together for most of the year. but the two of them never once forgot to send a postcard for rory all the way to washington from wherever it was they visited.
hana fell head over heels in love with cole massey, a big shot commercial lawyer from seattle, with the wish to settle down and have his own family to come home to every night. it seemed hana sought similar warmth as she didn’t waste a minute having her second shot at the picture perfect family life. packing both their bags, mom & rory left their two bedroom apartment in the city centre of tacoma towards a a four bedroom home in the outskirts of seattle. although those two empty bedrooms wouldn’t stay empty for particularly long.
hana got pregnant only months after the two started dating & the revelation sped up the process of marriage and becoming a family even more so. the once workaholic quit her job as a news reporter, allowing her to be a stay at home mother to the pair of twins — lainey & logan. the two new borns were the new subject of her affection, two adorable chubby babies to coo at and take care of in her new found spare time. entirely caught up in the world of adorable baby clothes, becoming one of the most active mommy volunteers at primary school and planning play dates with the other moms in the neighbourhood. she no longer needed rory to fulfill her desires of being a mother, no longer depended on her to do chores around the house and no longer was she the only person she could turn to for some family downtime. and rory no longer needed her. at least, technically she didn’t. she was supposed to be able to take care of herself & that simple fact seemed enough for both parents to divert most of their attention towards the two dependable little ones. as much as she needed them, she didn’t complain. how does one compete for attention with two little kids, anyway?
the situation at home in seattle made her all the more appreciative of the holidays spent in company of her father & his new boyfriend. southern california seemed to be a dream, summer holidays spent reading her favourite books from the window sill looking out over the city & catching endless rays of sunshine while dipping her toes in the sand, or driving towards yosemite national park for camping trips. those being some of her happiest memories must’ve contributed to her choice to accept the offer she received from stanford, where she majored in english & focused on a mix of literature and creative writing.
although she diligently spent her freshman year with her nose in the books, hardcore study nights in her dorm quickly turned into giving into her whims & wasting away too many hours staring at the social media applications on her phone screen. although she was always fairly present on most platforms, during college she began dipping into the art of writing small snippets of songs & posting them to her tiktok account. one video turned into ten, and ten might’ve turned into hundreds of joke songs, songs about her class materials, songs about prompts her followers sent her, love songs about her celebrity crushes and whatever else was burning inside her mind.
it was one single viral video on tiktok that caught the attention of revolution records in her senior year & after tossing her cap into the air at graduation, she packed her bags and flew to new york city to sign the contract she was offered. she wasn’t entirely sure what they saw in her, and to be quite frank, she still doesn’t. but with songwriting having turned into such a huge part of her life & such potential to dip into, she can’t help wanting to give it a shot.
♡ ◞ personality.
absolute biggest hopeless romantic you’ve ever seen — falls in love at least five times a day. will fall in love with you if you were nice to her in a dream once. will want to kiss you if you hold open the door for her. you would think your parents getting divorced would really change someone, but she got to see them in love not just once but twice. seeing both her parents go through the honeymoon phase with their respective partners as a kid, she has been daydreaming about a high school sweetheart, promposals and even her wedding dress since she was eight years old.
the most book smart person you’ll meet but cannot be trusted with her own life. will easily write you a four thousand word essay, doing an intersectional analysis of americanah but don’t ask her to use the stove without burning spaghetti and don’t ask her to file her taxes or make a doctor’s appointment. she gets quite easily overwhelmed with reality sometimes.
huge social butterfly and gets super energized having people around. unluckily for everyone else, rory doesn’t know when to shut her mouth & isn’t the best at reading social cues. she will run her mouth for half an hour only to look at your face and stop in her tracks to ask you if you find her annoying. and then continue to ramble on and on about how she’s sorry.
she feels fiercely, has so many emotions to deal with in her tiny body and only has unhealthy coping mechanisms. living under extreme stress because of work deadlines? sounds like you’ll be living off coffee until the caffeine makes your soul dissociate from your body. found out someone you fell in love with overnight doesn’t even know your name? sounds like a grand time to get drunk with your girlfriends and fall in love with the first pretty person that talks to you at the bar instead. someone not responding to your text for like five minutes? time for a mental breakdown and convincing yourself they find you a pain and don’t want to talk to you anymore. minor problems just easily turn into unsolvable disasters.
this girl absolutely craves validation. maybe because she couldn’t ever really find it with her mother, she started looking for it elsewhere. all of her friends, the neighbours, the grocery store cashier who threw her a thankful smile for having the spare change ready to pay for her $2,45 purchase. her favourite drug was her english professors praising her writing, and she is chasing that high ever since — renee carlisle giving her any attention is the next drug on her list.
literal definition of a book worm. eats through books like a maniac. reading felt like the escape from the chaos of her home & the whining cries of her younger siblings. she got so caught up in fantasy worlds and brave female characters and overly romanticized men. even now, rory is likely reading at least five books at the same time at any point in her life. she has needed to buy more bookcases to find room for them and that really gets cramped in her new york city apartment.
equally a bit of an amateur writer. she took quite some creative writing classes & definitely spends her spare time writing whatever universes continue to live in her head. as a teenager, she started out writing fiction & i definitely imagine she had a soft spot for awful romance books. where she fell in love with the fictional characters in her head at least once or twice. little bit like jane the virgin? would probably settle to write one of those romancey smut books you buy at the gas station for $10 because she would be great at it. but i am thinking she dabbled more into songwriting during college. she knows how to play the piano just a bit & she would’ve had a keyboard there to kinda continue learning and she would dabble more and more into writing to music. which eventually, as you read, turned into her big break. i imagine her videos are very similar to jax writes songs on tiktok, but she also does some other stuff. would ask her followers for prompts to write music to all the time. i am even imagining she did this little series where followers could send her a story about their crush and she would write & sing a little song about them to kinda help these people tell their crush they liked them, all very very cute. but also joke videos, like i am imagining she would’ve written whole ass love songs only to pan the video towards her laptop screen where she’s playing the sims and it ends on one of those and it was all a simulation plot twists. like just loads of very casual but funny music videos. that she’s definitely not stopping now.
♡ ◞ plots.
i actually made a blog for wanted connections & you can find it at @literory. definitely check that out first & foremost, because that’ll include a lot of ideas i have and they’ll be heavily based on those dskjdfks. just tons of little thoughts. but down below there’s also a few other ideas !
roommates ( rory lives in new york city now, but she literally makes jack shit with music as she’s just been signed, so it would be adorable to live with someone else for the time being ), all of her unrequited loves, that one ( 1 ) person she can’t get out of her mind and who she may have written countless of songs about, pen pals who met as kids and stayed in touch through handwritten postcards, book club please for the love of god, that one ( 1 ) person she has friendzoned and have to watch her fall in love with all these people who are bad for her while they swear maybe the two of them could be something good, frenemies, major celebrity crush she can’t hide while they bump into each other in headquarters, someone to be the mom / dad friend she didn’t know she needed, mentor figure in the music industry, fake dating pr stunt ( perhaps to help both their lovey dovey or breakup albums sell better ), online celebrity feuds, exes who run into each other again after a long time, and honestly many more ideas that’ll come up during brainstorming <3
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Interoduction Post I guess ?
Alright hi!
First of, excuse my akwardness, I don't know how to do social stuff.
I am Willow or Kriszee and I use any pronouns except she/he. I just feel kinda meh about them.
I am enby as well as a pan oriented aroace.
I have a lot of different interessts and am in a lot of different fandoms, so the content I post can vairy strongly, though there are a few things that I am constantly interessted in.
These are (as far as I remember):
Mythology (any; I mainly know stuff about greco-roman, norse and a little bit eygiptian mythology, but i want to learn more)
History
American Revolotion
Vikings
Greco-Roman stuff
Germainians
Ancient Civilisations
History of navaltravel and ships and stuff
Queer History
Women in History
Music in History (including folk music)
Fashion History (mostly for females)
Literature
Political stuff
Psychology
Flower Language and Symbolysim
Musicals
Some fandoms that I am in are:
Harry Potter (f jkr tho)
Riordanverse
MCYT (I watch a lot, so I'm open for talk about most creators and SMP etc.)
Legend of Zelda
I can't remeber more at the minute, but there are a lot more, so...
Hobbies (that I can remember right now):
I write (mainly stories, but I also write some poetry; might post some stuff here sometimes)
I make music: I sing, play flute, tin whistlea and a bit of piano and guitar - i play in an orchestra as well as in a folk band and am in my school choir
I read - A LOT
I like watching documentaries on things that interest me
generally a huge nerd
I sew (I wanna learn more arts and crafts)
I like swimming
I draw (sometimes; I wanna get better)
I garden
I cook and bake
Other (sometimes mildly important) facts about me:
I am german, so english isn't my first language (though i like to think that I am fairly good at it)
I have obssessions with some words or phrases (e.g. 'as well as') and i don't like the letter 'a' for some reason
I ramble a lot and can't stay on topic for very long
am I mentally unstable? heck yea
I cannot for the life of me maintain a schedule
I don't have the best memory, so this post is probably missing a lot
I am a vegetarian (but I hate people who try to force others to be vegetarian/vegan/ live any certain lifestyle)
First post, so I have no idea how this works
still figuring stuff out
please ignore bad formating
That's everything I remember right now, I might make another post at some point with things I missed.
-Willow
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4 and 10 for your self inserts? :3
4. would you be considered a main character, side character, villain, or something else?
Florence: She's a side character/support character! Tho she does directly affect a couple of the trails (not counting the last one). She's a little antagonistic, but more in a more self-oriented and way more stubborn personality than trying to purposely hurt the group. A stubborn bitch (affectionate).
Syntax: He's just there™️ tbh. Def a side character in the way that like Daisy is.
Regna: My favorite war criminal 💛. He's a villain 100%. Even in death his main goal is to be a bitch.
Ambrose: She's more of a side character/any hero than anything!! She kinda has her own side story away from the main cast, and her actions both help and hinder them.
10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?
Florence: Florence is more pissed off at herself for ending up dating Byakuya (again, old pairing I'm keeping bc it's funny) than anyone else. I mean everyone else is equally confused- one self centered asshole dating another stubborn bastard isn't on anyone's bingo sheet. But like, everyone involved is happy.
Syntax- I don't have Syntax really in a romantic relationship atm, but everyone is fine with his friends! They hang with Luigi, Bowser, Rosalina, and Easily mostly, and that usually entails like tennis or things like that. OH YEA WAIT I had Syntax going on adventures with Captain Toad and them!!! Totally forgot that!!!
Regna- Ok ok so like. Regna does have a boyfriend. It's probably an easy one to figure out. But. I am simply embarrassed. So like. 😔
Ambrose: Ambrose fucks off at the end of Ruby Rogue with Dorian. Carmilla joins later as their roommate because I say so. Oh they also have a fish with legs that's their dog. Carmilla teases them but other than that they are the Weird couple in Idaho with ambiguous gender.
(ALSO I am putting this here real quick in saying that I have bastardized every and all literature character used in Ruby Rogue to the point of half of them just being my ocs. I do not have a crush on actual book Dorian Gray. He's a bitch in the worst way. Public Domain is my bitch and I am putting it to good use.)
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🎤 - An audio transcript from a recording for Lonnie?
-Sounds like Robin in pacing-
Robin: To every article.
I boarded the king’s ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flamed amazement: sometime I’d divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove’s lightnings, the precursors
O’ the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune (F)
Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
-The pacing stops-
Robin: What does that even mean?!?!
-The sound of the comms lighting up as someone else chimes in. It hasn't been picked up unfortunately-
Robin: Shut it, Hood, not all of us are literature nerds... but yes I would appreciate some help. Tomorrow? After breakfast? Okay cool, I'll pick up some... you're gonna cook? I won't say no! No eggs for me, remember?
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If there are no stop signs ahead, they are not yet visible enough for me to stop going on... -Tennessee Williams
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Some people may not like this idea because it involves their f/os in a certain game that is totally a normal dating simulator and not a horror game. However, I like this idea because of the drama and angst, so hear me out.
(Yea this is an angst warning)
Imagine Doki Doki Literature Club but with four of your romantic f/os.
Your Newest F/O: Monika
Your Earliest Current F/O: Sayori
Your Most Aggressive F/O (that isn’t the newest or earliest): Natsuki
Any Other F/O: Yuri
The Protagonist: You >:)
I actually might make an AU out of this!
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lessons.
nick amaro x fem!reader
summary: you get held hostage during a confrontation with a serial rapist - feelings ensue
tw: guns, violence, mentions of rape, cursing
(gif not mine but good lord, that expression...)
you knew there was an intrinsic reason you hated school. you knew it was a mistake to ever return to a classroom again. you knew this notion was affirmed as a serial rapist pressed his gun deeper into your skull so hard that you could feel the metal ring of the barrel.
there was something about the stuffiness of a classroom, the monotonous drone of an underpaid and overworked public school teacher (or that of an overpaid and underworked tenured professor) and the unrelenting stiffness of academia that made your skin crawl and your muscles twitch. it was probably why you had tried to get out as soon as possible. college as a scholarship kid with the four years passing quickly in a blur of all-nighters, coffee hangovers and then sweet relief during graduation. you had signed up for the police academy before the ink on your degree was even dry. and now you’re here.
“now let’s just stay calm,” you closed your eyes at nick’s voice, trying to allow the deep tenor of his voice permeate your bones and calm your trembling. you hadn’t allowed yourself to make eye contact with him ever since the perp had grabbed you right when you had walked in.
“i know you don’t want to do this.” nick moved slow, his muscles deceptively relaxed under his white button down as he moved slowly towards you and the professor.
it was supposed to be a cut and dry case. a student from hudson university had walked into a squad room on a wednesday morning reporting a rape, her arms around her middle as if she were holding herself together. you and nick had pounded the pavement, interviewing classmates, boyfriends, administration officials that seemed less than pleased to have the nypd scaring off prospective students and donors. and one name kept appearing time and time again. professor daniel hershaw. english literature. tenured for the past fifteen years.
“you really think it might be him? he’s the image of a family man. mentor. i mean the guy makes model planes for godssake - he’s a walking cliche.” you mused
“one thing you learn on this job - most of the time, we’re not pulling rapists off the street. they hunt where they’re trusted.” nick said as he handed you a coffee from the coffee cart with his lips curved into a sad smile. your heart jumped as your fingers brushed. and oh. yes. that was another thing that was happening.
liv had assigned you and nick as partners given that you were the newest recruit and he was one of the senior members of the team. it was late nights, terrible coffee, greasy chinese food and floods of case notes that turned stagnant work chatter into deeper, more revealing conversations. you learned about his tendency to dance to the cuban music station on the radio (”we can work on your moves rookie”), his secret love for musicals, his divorce that had ended a year ago with an aggressive custody battle and long negotiations for weekends and holidays with his daughter, zara. you had learned more about his family, about zara’s obsession with anything disney, about his mother and her fretting, about his father and his tendency to communicate with his fists that made nick’s rage swell whenever your team handled a case involving women with black eyes and voices weak from sobs.
and he learned of you. of your love for terrible reality tv shows and home cooking blogs that made you way too optimistic of your own cooking skills (”damn rookie, you burned water? i’ll have to teach you how to cook some ropa vieja someday - we’ll work up to it”); of your nightmares about each victim you’ve seen from your years in homicide and how their last expressions have been etched into your memory; of your parents and their incessant pushing for college and their disappointment when you joined the force.
and you learned about the strong curve of his arms as he held you in his arms the first time you had shot and killed a perp who was raising a gun at you. the smell of his cologne and old spice filling your lungs as you tried to steady your breath. the flutter of his lips against your ear as he whispered that it was going to be ok. you learned about the roughness of his voice when he called you, late at night after drinking away his sorrows of his previous marriage at the bar and you learned about how he nursed his his hangovers the subsequent day when you curled up with him on his couch, not quite touching, after you had come over the night before to make sure he had gotten home safe and didn’t choke on his own vomit. you learned about the unfamiliar pressure of your chest as you realized that somehow, somewhere down the line of cold morning rides around the city, warm coffee, inside jokes, and progressively lingering stares across the squad room - you were in love.
and now you were learning about his hostage negotiation skills.
it was a mistake to have spoken to the professor’s wife before you arrived at the classroom. she seemed entirely too calm about the matter, methodically pouring you and nick tea as she answered your question in short, snipped sentences. you made sure to note the gun cabinet as you left through the front door. you didn’t note the cell phone in her hand as she closed the door behind you.
“stay back or i swear i’ll shoot her.” professor hershaw’s hand trembled as he kept pressing the metal into your head.
“ok! ok! i’m staying back.” nick stopped his progress towards you. you could see the slight shake of his legs from the tension.
“put your weapon down!” the professor barks behind you.
nick lifts his hands and your breath caught in your throat as he slowly kneels places his gun on the floor. he wasn’t wearing a bulletproof vest. you hadn’t expected a confrontation like this. he was completely open and exposed to a man with a gun.
since you had worked closely with the dead prior to this position, you had often thought about how you would die. you knew it was possible you could die in the line of duty. hundreds did every day. but you didn’t think it would be here. in front of nick. in front of the man you’ve been in love with for the past year. you didn’t think it would be before he taught you how to dance or cook or whether he would ever fix the radiator in his car. before you ever felt his lips against your and whether that would feel as slow and passionate as you had often fantasized it would. before you even had the chance to tell him how you felt. so many plot lines unfulfilled. so many questions left unanswered. but at the moment, all you could think about was how you wanted to look into his eyes once more before you died.
“you’re a good man. you got kids - good ones. i’ve met them -” nick’s tone was placating, slow.
“don’t talk about my children!” the professor jerked his gun, knocking your head a bit to the side, “i know they’re good. i raised them. better than the whores that walk through these halls. in these classrooms.”
“yea. yea i understand professor. it’s unfair - all of them just get to walk around like they own the place. like there’s no consequences for them -”
“exactly,” you could feel his spittle on the back of your head, “i showed them the lesson they deserved.”
nick’s eyes moved from the perp to meet yours. and a shudder of warmth flowed through you as you saw fear, anger, determination - and something else that as more than you could process at the moment. but you did catch his slight nod. “that’s right. you punished them. rightfully so. because - it’s like you wrote about right? ‘Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.’“
"you - you read victor hugo?” the professor stuttered, his arm slacked slightly in shock and there it was. you immediately ripped yourself from his arms as he staggered back in surprise. you dived for the floor as you heard the professor’s shout echo on the walls of the lecture hall and a gunshot. and then silence.
you scrambled up, drawing your weapon quickly, your heart in your chest, terrified at what you might see.
“call a bus!” you felt your entire body relax as you saw nick towering over the professor with his gun drawn and a bullet wound in the professor’s shoulder.
later, much later, after you had been subject to medical exams by ems (albeit quite reluctantly) with nick hovering behind the paramedic’s shoulder like an unfriendly poltergeist that radiated anxiety, after liv had ordered you to take a few days, after you had returned to the squad room to fill out some paperwork in nick’s car as the both of you sat in heavy silence with too many things left unsaid between you two. you finally had a moment alone with your partner.
most of the team had left with liv retiring to her office to have a quick call with the babysitter and say goodnight to noah. fin had clapped you on the shoulder and amanda had stopped by with coffee and an offer to let her know if you needed anything before she left to take care of the kids. the night shift had transferred in and you were finishing up the last words of the report when you sensed a presence and looked up. nick was standing by your desk, his lips in a firm line and brow furrowed.
“can we talk?” he gestured towards the bunks. your heart flipped as you nodded, scribbling your signature onto the paperwork and shutting the file.
nick closed the door behind you. and you waited until the silence between you became unbearable.
“thank you for everything today nick. i mean - you saved my life. i could have died today and -”
“i know.” his voice seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room. nick paced the floor, his hands gripping at his thick, dark hair. “i know you could’ve died. and i can’t stop seeing it. there’s just - i can’t describe how i felt watching him touch you. seeing how afraid you were. and how f**king helpless i was when all i wanted to do was just take your place - and when i finally got him away from you - i just wanted to -” he collapsed on a bunk and covered his eyes with his palms.
you moved towards him, placing your hands on his shoulders, feeling the crisp fabric of his shirt crinkle under the heat of your hands.
“you just wanted to what?”
nick lifted his head to meet your gaze, “you know you’re my partner. and there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to protect you. you’ve been there through everything this past year and i kept telling myself that i didn’t deserve everything you’ve been doing for me - didn’t deserve you.”
you inhaled sharply, “nick - “
“i love you. there, i said it. and that was all i could think about today. losing someone else in my life that i love.” he sighed, rubbing his hand across his face, “i’ve been in love with you since that christmas party when you walked in with discount boy george - “
“kevin,” you automatically corrected the name of your old friend from college that you had brought as a date.
“and you were just so beautiful. and i know that i don’t deserve you. but i just couldn’t stop wanting you. hoping for you. and it’s so selfish -”
he never got to finish his sentence. because by that point you had fully processed his words. you framed his face in your hands, bent down and pressed your lips against his.
and suddenly all you could think, feel or taste was nick and his mouth moving against yours - warm, firm, steady - just like him. you were pushed back as nick got up from the bunk, his hands gripping your waist. you separated for a moment, drawing back to look into his eyes. beautiful brown. just like you never thought you would ever see again.
and then nick pushed his body against yours, pressing you against the wall of the bunk room, his lips sweeping the corners of your mouth before exploring down your neck.
“f**k - i thought i was going to lose you.” he growled, puncturing each word with a kiss and a nip at your neck. you gasped, your fingers diving deep into his hair.
“never - you’ll never lose me nick. i never want to be apart from you.”
nick dragged his face up to your, pulling you into a ferocious kiss, dominating you as his tongue swept through your mouth. his hands, large and seemingly burning, explored your back, and you shivered his his fingers played with the hem of your shirt.
“everything about you,” his lips were everywhere, your hair, forehead, cheeks, “i cannot lose - do you understand me mi alma.” he closed his eyes, muttering in spanish as he held you close.
you nodded, feeling intoxicated in his presence, his smell, the feeling of his body against yours. your hands gripped his shirt pulling him to you, anchoring yourself in the storm of his affection, “i got you. i love you too nick. i’m ok. i’m going to be ok.” you repeated the last sentence as nick’s body slowly went lax.
he pressed his forehead to yours, and your breath caught at the vulnerability in his expression. “i know you’re going to be ok. it’ll just take a while before i get the image of you held at gunpoint out of my head every second of the day.”
you smiled, pressing your hand against his cheek, “then i’ll be right beside you. reminding you that i’m right here.” his lips twitched as he grasped one of your hands from his chest, sweeping kisses across his knuckles.
“i know quierida.”
you both stood in silence for a moment, basking in the presence of each other and the feelings you had just released. your heart felt lighter than it had in a very long time, and the butterflies in your stomach settled as nick’s body heat calmed you.
“i’m tired, and i want to go home. come with me?” your request was bold but you trusted nick more than anyone to keep you safe. and you weren’t looking forward to the nightmares you knew would be resurfacing.
“i wouldn’t be anywhere else.” nick pressed kisses across your hairline.
you both exited the bunks, and tried to suppress the red that bloomed across your faces. liv was exiting her office with her coat on and her bag slung on her shoulder. she raised an eyebrow as you both approached her.
“well i expect not you see you here for a few days,” she reiterated to you, “good night guys - try not to stay too late.” she turned and then paused, “and i expect the paperwork about your relationship on my desk by the time you get back from leave.” without another word, olivia exited to the elevators.
“oh god.” you placed your head in your hands, unable to stop the burning in your face and neck. nick strolled over to your desk, chuckling.
“well she’s captain for a reason. you really can’t get anything past liv.”
you rolled your eyes, “great, more paperwork to do then.”
nick smiled as he swooped down for another quick kiss when no one was watching, “it’s all for a good cause. c’mon, let’s grab your bag and go. it’s late.”
you laughed and nodded. grabbing your coat off the back of your chair and putting it on. as you and nick walked out of the station, hand-in-hand, a thought occurred to you -
“when did you read victor hugo?”
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can you imagine that your leg falls asleep for the first time when you're like 20, and never as a kid? that would be so fucked up i would be so scared
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anyone else get really pissed when the sun shines right in their face? like, unreasonably annoyed?
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i strongly dislike people who like dogs more than people
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maybe that's why people like this crisis so much. 'boat stuck, can't help'. no fundraisers no petitions no reblog this no support your grassroots 'get boat unstuck' organizations, no literature lists
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☾ the witching hour
☾ decision: open bedroom
☾ warnings: f!reader, mention of drinking games
☾ word count: 1.9k
At the entrance of the hallway, you look back at the living room. The party is bustling to the brim. That’s what you get with the hosts’ overwhelming popularity throughout campus. Without Hiromi by your side, you’re suddenly a tiny bit conscious, a tiny bit drained. It’s okay to take a little break from all this, right? Thinking back, this is probably the first time you’ve been in the boys’ apartment. You know Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi live together, and you’re friends with them, Akaashi’s even suffered through a few all-nighters of Russian classics analysis with you. With one of the doors opened, they probably wouldn’t mind you taking a breather in there.
“Y/n! Whatcha doin’?”
Back at the coffee table, Kuroo has gathered a bunch of people for King’s Cup. Over by the dining table, Bokuto wraps up what has got to be the fifth round of beer pong since you’ve arrived. You raise an eyebrow in Kuroo’s direction as Bokuto hollers at another victory — he slams back a drink anyways, and you visibly cringe at the ickiness of it all — and Kuroo only gives you a what-can-you-do-it’s-Bokuto kind of shrug. Grinning at you, he beckons you over to join them.
A small smile and a shake of your head, you mouth to him, “Headache. Later.”
His smirk falls, eyebrows knitting together with concern.
Having known him since he tutored you in a cursed compulsory chemistry class, you know that he’s about to lecture you. To pacify his mothering instincts, you follow up with a sleep hand gesture and what you hope is a reassuring grin.
Kuroo gives you a withering look, one reserved for Kenma, Lev, and the other underclassmen he claims maternal responsibility over, like you. You only continue to grin at him, shaking your head once again.
After a pause, he sighs dramatically, setting the last card down on the table.
“The room with the open door. Should be empty,” he yells.
With a mock salute, you leave the party behind you for now.
The room’s lights are off, but between the brightness streaming in from the party and the glow of the moon above the windows, it’s sufficient.
Neat and organized, you know that Kuroo must have tidied up for the party. There’s still the telltale Chair in the corner: a mountain of clothing on the chairback and a stack of textbooks on the seat.
You give an amused snort. Good thing Akaashi had the sense to lock Bokuto’s terrestrial supernova of a room from curious eyes. And probably his own from the likes of you.
You wonder what your fellow literature student’s room would look like, but you doubt he would ever invite you to his room anyways.
He’s never even expressed interest in having you over to his apartment much less fulfilling this kind of wishful thinking.
You take off your cloak, not wanting to make Kuroo’s bed too dirty, and lean back down. He has good taste: plush comforter, mattress not too hard, not too soft.
Not ten minutes later, there is shouting from outside your door, and the door is flung wide open.
“Bokuto-san, what are—”
“Akaashi, it’s for your own good.”
“Yea, ‘Kaashi, listen to your senpai.”
“Kuroo-san! You pain-in-the—”
He falls through the door frame, and you squint against the light in confusion.
Akaashi lurches forward to stop the door from slamming shut but as expected of the scheming captain, everything is well timed.
Akaashi doesn’t even bother twisting the unlocked door; Kuroo’s already put Bokuto on door duty.
He sighs, hand smoothing over the top of his head. The lights are still off but it’s not difficult to guess who’s in his room with him. It’s someone who had inspired both Bokuto and Kuroo to interrupt their winning streaks in order to lock their poor housemate in his own room. At a Halloween party he was largely responsible for running.
“Akaashi?” You guess, very confused, slightly amused.
In the moonlight, his outline is bulkier than usual, and you miss the mass of haloed curls around his head. But if your groggy state is even slightly reliable, it’s definitely Akaashi.
“Y/n-san,” he greets you with what you’re sure a smile sounds like.
Akaashi sighs again. This time internally.
He isn’t dense. He knows what his senpai are planning. It’s kind of difficult not to when he has to stop Bokuto from babbling whenever you greet them on the quad or when he threatens Kuroo for inviting you to their apartment every other week, on days that Akaashi is bound to be home alone. They’ve been pestering him for weeks to ask you out, but Akaashi has kept his distance.
And now he not only has to explain the situation but also his costume.
“Y/n-san.”
“Yes, Akaashi?”
His voice is serious, and you think that maybe this situation isn’t as funny for him as it is for you.
“I’m going to turn around,” he says cautiously. “Please do not scream.”
You give him a very confused frown before realizing that he can’t see that.
So you reply with a hesitant “okay.”
Slowly, Akaashi reveals himself in the moonlight. A shiver runs through you, in anticipation? in wariness? You weren’t sure.
But you didn’t think you’d actually scream.
“Y/n-san.” Akaashi pads over slowly, carefully. “I asked you not to scream.”
“But, but.” You look at him incredulously, hand gesturing wildly at his head. “You’re bald.”
He chuckles lightly as his hand runs over the top of his head once again.
“There’s hair at the back.” He turns his head to show you. “So, I’m not entirely bald.”
You look at him, jaw dropped to through the mattress, beyond the bedframe, right to the creaky floorboards. “You shaved your head for Toyotomi Hideyoshi?”
This time, he laughs an uninhibited, full bodied laugh, the heavy fabrics of his overcoat hunched over as he walks towards you.
He makes a whole show of carefully tearing off the scalp part, and you watch in horror before Akaashi grins at you, smile a gentle white in the moonlight.
“It’s a semi-bald cap,” he clarifies, holding up the floppy rubber. The halo of lacquered curls are back in commission, and you finally relax knowing that his gorgeous hair is intact.
You sit up, scooting over when he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. The room is getting warmer.
“Though, I’m impressed you got it correct on the first try,” Akaashi smiles. “I’ve been getting either Date Masamune or Oda Nobunaga the whole night.”
“From mainly girls?”
“Yeah, from girls and Kuroo-san.” Akaashi quirks a brow. “You don’t happen to know anything about this, do you?”
With a snort of disbelief, you look towards the door before replying loudly and clearly, “I didn’t take Kuroo for a dating sims fan.”
There is a muffled kind of shuffling before you hear a very explicit “Shh!” from not Kuroo.
You and Akaashi turn back to each other and burst into laughter.
“There’s a dating sim for the warlords now?” He chuckles.
You nod solemnly. “Date and Oda are the most popular characters.”
“Ah,” was all Akaashi could come up with as a reply. “I suppose you play it as well?”
There is a glint in his eyes as he watches you try to dance around the question. Eventually, you give up on any kind of vague answers, and give a small nod.
“Who’s your favourite character?” He asks in playful seriousness, suddenly very interested in your Sengoku boy of choice.
You’re sure that the moon turned a bright red just to highlight your embarrassment.
Akaashi sits there, pleasantly waiting for your answer.
Finally, you muster out a small admission. Perhaps the witching hour would conjure up some magic tonight.
“Toyotomi Hideyoshi.”
In the silence that follows, you can hear the breathing from outside the door, but neither of you spare those interlopers a glance.
“Not Date Masamune?” Akaashi asks quietly.
You laugh weakly at this, unsure of how to tread.
You fidget with the lace of your sleeves. “He’s too similar to Kuroo for me to take his route seriously.”
Akaashi doesn’t think of himself dense, but he supposes that self-awareness is a lifelong teaching.
But at this stage, even he knows that this is a confession, despite it coming on Halloween with him and his crush locked in his own room discussing Sengoku dating sims.
With her confessing that she likes Toyotomi Hideyoshi, aka him, Akaashi Keiji.
“I thought you liked Kuroo-san?” He blurts out.
But then he asks stupid questions like these, and Akaashi wonders if you can pass away from pure stupidity.
“What?”
“Kuroo Tetsurou.”
“I know who Kuroo is.” For you, this isn’t really the kind of witching hour you were expecting as you conduct the calmest yet most bizarre confession you’ve ever given.
“You’re very close to him.”
“We’re good friends.” You surprise yourself with your cordial, pleasant reply. Maybe it’s because it’s Akaashi that you’re like this. Despite your get up, Akaashi the Toyotomi Hideyoshi is definitely the witch of this witching hour. “Plus, that lovesick idiot probably has his own crush to chase.”
“So, you’re not in love with Kuroo,” Akaashi clarifies. In his defense, things can get weird on Halloween.
“No,” you confirm, “I’m not.”
“And you like me?” His voice raises ever so slightly, but he still keeps quiet, not for those nosy people outside but for consideration that if he says it too loudly, he might jinx the whole magic of the night.
“Yes,” you nod. “You as in Akaashi Keiji, not Toyotomi Hideyoshi, ikemen or otherwise,” you add on for further clarification.
“Oh.” Akaashi flops back down on the bed, and for a second, you’re worried you might’ve broken him. “I’m happy.”
You wait for him to continue.
Akaashi pats the space beside him, and after a moment of deliberation, you fall back beside him.
“Did you get the guy in the end?” He asks, a strange emotion in his voice, something not quite a smile but something not unpleasant. “In the game, I mean.”
“No,” you frown, “I keep getting the sad ending.”
Akaashi smiles a small smile to himself as he turns to you. Witching hour indeed.
“If I promise you the happy ending,” he breathes out carefully, “can you not scream if I kiss you?”
Once again, the moonlit red beams upon you, and you nod, a grin gradually spreading to your lips.
Akaashi cups your cheeks, and as he pressed his lips to yours in a simple lunar kiss, you’re very grateful that in the witching hour, he is Akaashi Keiji — not Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Date Masamune and definitely not Kuroo Tetsurou.
In the glow of the Halloween moon, you and Akaashi lie at the foot of the bed, his arms around you, wrapped in the magic of the night.
“They’re waiting for us, right?”
“Yeah,” Akaashi laughs. “Any longer now, and Bokuto-san might suffer from brain hypoxia with how Kuroo’s probably told him to be ‘as quiet as the grave.’”
You do love an all-rounded literature student.
“So,” you grin, already knowing the answer to your rhetorical question, “do you think it’s time to go back out? Kuroo probably wants his room back too.”
“This is my room.” Akaashi pulls away with a quirked brow. “Kuroo’s bed is unmade, and he has two Chairs.”
Once again, your face flushes red as you try to stammer out an explanation.
“You’re fine. Things have been weird tonight,” Akaashi chuckles. It’s a good thing he’s taken off the horrifying atrocious bald cap or else the beautifully mischievous expression would’ve been lost on you. “Let’s keep them in suspense a little longer. It’s Halloween after all.”
Pick a different room:
> Go to the closed bedroom.
> Go to the balcony.
> Go to the kitchen.
> Go to the hallway.
> Go to the bathroom.
> Go to the living room.
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Congrats on 2 years!!🎉🎉🎉o(〃^▽^〃)o .Can i request a gentaro x F!Reader soulmate AU? I really Love your work! Keep doing what you do!! (And/or love lol)
I definitely love doing this blog so no worries there! Thank you for requesting this! This started as one thing and quickly became a whole different thing so I really hope it makes sense. Soulmate!AU with Gentaro is amazing because I feel like he would be really into it. Honestly the hardest part was the date/times and trying to make sure the math was correct haha Hope this was what you wanted~
Word Count: 4,086
Genre: Angst/Fluff; Soulmate!AU, Female!Reader
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Everyone in the world had a soulmate marker.
Some had their first words of their soulmate inscribed on their skin. Some could sense their soulmates emotions, while others had distinctive, colorful markings that matched their soulmates. Some had compasses that could tell them the direction their soulmate was in while others simply had a number or word that was supposed to hold enough significance to dictate their lives.
Soulmates could be romantic, platonic, or anything in between. All it meant was an intensely strong bond between two people.
You simply had a timer on the back of your wrist where most people would fasten a watch. It was barely noticeable against the flesh of your skin, matching to the skin tone almost perfectly, but just one shade off so that you could read it. You had asked your family and friends if they could see it, but apparently it was not visible to anyone but yourself.
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10:03:15:22:39:04
9 years, 7 months, 15 days, 22 hours, 39 minutes, 4 seconds.
That was how much time was left on your wrist when you first entered middle school at age 15.
You remembered frowning in annoyance, mad that you would have to wait an entire 9 years before meeting your soulmate. It was infuriating to say the least, especially as a young girl who would often daydream about your Prince Charming that would one day come to sweep you off your feet.
It had always been easy for you to make friends, and high school was no exception. You quickly joined clubs that interested you, meeting new people and working hard.
You met Gentaro Yumeno in literature club when you joined in your first year and quickly became close friends with him. He was handsome, there was no doubt about it, but more than that – he intrigued you. Always able to create intense, captivating storylines, Gentaro was always the first to have the most creative ideas on what to read, write, and discuss. You would spend hours together pouring over novels and literature and it was clear that you both held a passion for it.
He was playful and charming to everyone around him, but it was so blatantly clear to you that it was all just surface level. He was so much more complex than anyone gave him credit for, and it drove you mad.
All you wanted to do was talk to him for hours and hours about everything and anything. You wanted to know more about him in every sense of the word. What he liked. What he disliked. What made him happy or mad or sad or exhilarated.
One day, when you and Gentaro had just started your second year, you were eating lunch together on the roof when he asked you a question.
“Y/N,” he had said, his voice soft and happy. “What’s your soulmate marker?”
The question seemed to come out of nowhere and you found yourself pausing for a moment before scooting closer to him and rolling up your sleeve to point at your wrist.
“It’s this. I know you can’t see it but it’s a watch that’s counting down the time until I meet my soulmate,” you explained. Gentaro’s eyes lit up as he took your wrist excitedly in his hands.
“I can see it too! Amazing!” he exclaimed, smiling widely. Your eyes grew twice their size as you gaped at him in shock.
“Wait, what?! Really!?” you shouted, beginning to feel excited. Gentaro chuckled lightly and let go of your wrist to shrug a little.
“Hehe, that was just a lie though,” he said with a boyish laugh. You quickly deadpanned before whining about how mean he always was to you. He simply nodded and apologized, taking your words as they rolled off his back. You resumed eating for a moment before frowning.
“Wait, what’s your soulmate mark?” you asked, suddenly curious. Gentaro dramatically put his hand to his forehead and the other to his heart
“I know nothing but the date of death of my soulmate! It’s a horrible knowledge to have but I alone must bear it!”
“…Gentaro…”
“Well, that was just a lie~”
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05:11:02:07:49:22
5 years, 11 months, 2 days, 7 hours, 49 minutes, 22 seconds.
You glanced at your wrist briefly as you fixed your graduation dress. It was colder than most winters and you shivered as you quickly grabbed your coat, hugging yourself closely.
“Are your parents going to meet us there?” Gentaro asked, walking back into the living room. You nodded and gave him a smile.
“Yea, it’s just a little family get-together, so nothing big,” you stated, casually. “Thanks for coming though! There’ll be a few other people there so I’m sure you’ll know someone else,” you added, fixing the bracelet your were fumbling with to your wrist. You felt Gentaro’s eyes on you and you turned to face him with a confused smile. His gaze was unreadable and it made you slightly nervous.
“What?” you asked, laughing lightly. Gentaro shot you a warm smile and shook his head.
“It’s nothing. You just look very pretty, Y/N,” he said, his eyes softening into a sincere look that was so rare it was almost foreign to you. You felt your heart jump at his words and you immediately looked away for fear of betraying your emotions.
“T-thank you,” you said, feeling warmth blossom in your chest.
You found yourself pausing for a moment and wondering if this was the time to confess. You were both alone, but you were going to your graduation party together. If you confessed and he didn’t accept, would that make things awkward? You weren’t going to the same college and you didn’t know how often you would see him again, if ever.
The thought of never seeing Gentaro again sent a sharp pain to your chest and you instinctively brought a hand to your heart.
“Y/N? Are you alright?” Gentaro asked, his voice pulling you from your thoughts.
That’s right. He was still with you for now. And if the next few weeks were the last weeks you would have together, then you would make the most of them. You would spend as much time with him as possible and be as close to him as possible.
“Gentaro…” you managed, stepping a bit closer to him. “There’s…something I need to tell you…” you said, beginning to feel nervous. The confidence you built up moments ago was already beginning to fade as you felt your heart beat in your chest.
“Oh? Is this a confession?” Gentaro suddenly said. You shot your eyes up to him and felt the heat burn on your face as you took a step back.
“What!? Hey! Don’t just say things like that so casually! I was trying to be honest!” you shouted, embarrassment flooding your body as you crossed your arms around your chest tightly. “You ruined the moment…” you mumbled, trailing off as Gentaro’s light laugh filled the room. You were about to yell at him to stop when he spoke up.
“Y/N,” he said, bringing your attention back to him. “I’ve liked you ever since I first met you in literature club Freshman year, you know. You were so cute, even back then, it was hard for me to not have feelings for you.”
Gentaro’s sudden confession made your heart stop and your brain froze for a moment as you processed his words. He had feelings for you as well…and he had held them for just as long as you had.
“Why…” you whispered. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” you whined. “We could have spent more time together if you had!”
“Oh, but you didn’t say anything either so it’s not just my fault, right?” Gentaro said with his head tilted slightly and a hand on his chin. You sighed heavily and nodded at his words; he wasn’t wrong.
“Yea, I know…” you said, hesitantly. There was a brief pause as you composed your thoughts. “But…I do really like you, Gentaro,” you insisted, feeling the nerves come back as you spoke your true feelings. “I know that we might not have much time left together, but I guess I just wanted to be honest with you.”
Gentaro hummed at your words and you watched as he took your hand in his own. He gave you another sincere smile and you felt almost dizzy at the way he looked at you in that moment. His other hand brought itself to your chin and you let him brush your cheeks with his fingers before he slowly brought his lips down onto your own.
You stayed like that for a moment before you both pulled away, cheeks slightly flushed with smiles on both of your wet lips. You squeezed his hand gently before laughing nervously and looking away. The heat rising in your body was burning and you wanted nothing more than to stay with him for longer.
“That was…” you started, biting your lip. “…nice,” you finished, unable to articulate just how special that one touch of lips made you feel. You were sure Gentaro had better words, but he simply smiled and nodded, brushing your hair with a finger before pulling away.
“Yes. That was rather nice,” he said, laughing lightly as he walked past you towards the front door. Your eyes followed him with anticipation as he opened the door, the cold wind already blowing into the room. He held it open and reached out an arm towards you, willing you to take it and follow him outside.
“My lady,” he said, dramatically with a smile. A grin lifted your lips as you curtsied dramatically and took his hand with a laugh.
“My lord.”
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02:07:17:09:58:16
2 years, 7 months, 17 days, 9 hours, 58 minutes, 16 seconds.
It had been a few years since high school and you laughed when you thought back to how you were worried you might not ever see Gentaro again. In fact, it had been quite the opposite. As soon as graduation was completed, you texted each other even more. You were always telling him about your day and all the things going on in your life and he kept you updated as well.
You often met for coffee or drinks, laughing about the past and making plans to meet up to do different things. It got to the point that you were spending so much time at his apartment, he eventually suggested you move in as his roommate. The idea of splitting rent and saving money appealed heavily to both of you, and although you went to separate colleges, you had no problem commuting. Especially since you were on track to graduate early.
“Surprise! Isn’t it great?” you said, marveling at your self-proclaimed masterpiece of a birthday cake. Gentaro laughed and nodded, putting an arm around your shoulder.
“It looks delicious, Y/N,” he said, fondly. “Thank you.” He turned to you and suddenly pressed a kiss to the top of your head before releasing you from his hold to grab some plates. You felt your breath catch at the action and your smile wavered a bit before you plastered it back on, offering to grab the forks.
You weren’t exactly sure what your relationship with Gentaro was.
You were living together, of course, but it wasn’t romantically. You would call each other pet names sometimes, but it was only ever playful. Sometimes you had mental breakdowns with the stress of school and you would cry in his arms until falling asleep with him, but that’s what friends did, right?
Kissing…was also something friends did…right?
“Gentaro,” you asked, watching him closely as he popped another piece of cake happily into his mouth. He glanced over at you with a frown immediately coming to his face and you wondered just how well he knew you that he was able to hear the change in your voice so quickly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly. He had glanced over at you with a frown immediately coming to his face and you wondered just how well he knew you that he was able to hear the change in your voice so quickly.
You gulped a little and licked your lips. Was now really the best time to do this? It was his birthday after all. Maybe it would be better to wait until later on a day not meant for celebration.
“Y-you…!” you suddenly said, trying to think of a different topic. You glanced down at your wrist and saw your timer. “You never told me! That day on the roof in high school….you never told me what your soul mark was!” you exclaimed. You silently praised yourself for being such a quick thinker before turning to Gentaro with a feigned pout.
Gentaro’s eyes widened for a moment before he broke into a smile.
“Why are you suddenly bringing that up?” he asked, laughing lightly. You frowned, suddenly very interested in the topic.
“Why do you keep avoiding it?” you ask. “Every time I bring it up, you either tell me some crazy story or a blatant lie!” you added, crossing your arms at him expectantly. Gentaro brought a hand to the back of his neck and chuckled nervously.
“Ah, you’re acting scary, Y/N,” he stated, backing up slowly from you. You held his gaze for a moment before sighing and shaking your head. It had always been something you had wondered about, but you knew how intimate the details of soulmates could be so you had never inquired into it too much.
You had to remind yourself once again that the man standing across from you was not your soulmate.
There was someone else. Someone you hadn’t met yet. It was a thought you always had, constantly berating yourself for getting too close when your destiny was different. You and Gentaro were never meant to be together, but saying it out loud would make it all too real, so you never voiced your concerns to him. The thought that had brought you so much pleasure and excitement as a child suddenly made you feel nauseous.
“Y/N?” Gentaro asked, his voice now laced with concern. “You look sick, are you okay?” he asked, bringing a hand to your shoulder. You quickly moved away, not wanting him to touch you for fear that you would say something you would regret. You gave him a weak smile and nodded.
“I’m sorry,” you said, quickly, gulping hard. “I’m fine, let’s watch a movie, okay?” you stated, quickly changing the subject as you turned to put your empty plate into the sink.
What you couldn’t see was Gentaro’s gaze lingering on your back, his hand still outstretched to you.
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00:04:03:17:59:02
0 years, 4 months, 3 days, 17 hours, 59 minutes, 2 seconds.
“It’s way too hot,” you groaned, letting the cold air of the fridge cool you down as much as possible. You heard a chuckle from behind you as arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You whined at the touch and shuffled away from your boyfriend, sneaking closer to the fridge.
“No cuddles. Too hot,” you stated, bluntly.
Gentaro chuckled and pressed his lips to your cheek.
“You’re being mean, love,” he said, standing up slowly to go to the sink for water. You shook your head and stared into the now empty fridge, wondering if there was any way in the world you could possibly fit inside of it. You wiped sweat away from your forehead and as you did, noticed the shine of your soulmate timer. You glanced down at it with a sigh to see that you only had a few months left to go.
It didn’t make any sense. You were the happiest you had ever been in your life.
You and Gentaro had been dating for almost year now and it was everything you could have possibly wanted. It was nerve-wrecking at first with awkward words and touches from your end, but somehow Gentaro always knew exactly what to say and what to do.
He had an impeccable sense of your desires and seemed to know what you needed before you did yourself. When you had a bad day, you would come home to dinner waiting for you. When you had good news, he would somehow have brought home dessert ‘just because he felt like it’.
He was your hand to hold when you were nervous and your rock when you were scared. He was your best friend and the man you held so many feelings for, that if you thought about them too much, you were convinced you would explode.
So, what was this silly timer? Who was this other person that was supposedly going to come in and sweep you away from the man you truly believed you loved? How could there be anyone else that made you feel as safe and happy as Gentaro did?
“I got these for you,” Gentaro said, sitting down next to you and handing you a cold drink. You blinked at it for a moment before looking at him in confusion.
“Did you get these just now?” you asked, wondering how long you had been spacing out for. Gentaro laughed and shook his head.
“No, silly,” he said, tapping your forehead gently and teasing you. “I put them in the freezer a while ago because I knew it would be cold and that you would want some.”
You stared down at the can in his hand and took it from him with a pout, shooing his hand away from your face.
“Stop making it sound like I’m so needy,” you muttered, causing Gentaro to laugh once more and lean over to kiss your nose.
“You are needy,” he teased, dodging your hand as you reached out to smack him, but lost the energy to do so. “But you’re also a gorgeous, stunning maiden whose kindness and strength knows no bounds.”
You glanced at him with confusion at his words and saw his look melt into one of dramatic reverence as he looked off into the distance. You rolled your eyes but smiled as you leaned into his shoulder.
“Stop it,” you whined in a low voice, exhausted from the summer heat. Gentaro hummed and rested his head against yours.
“Never,”
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00:00:00:00:05:46
0 years, 0 months, 0 days, 0 hours, 5 minutes, 46 seconds.
“Let me go,” you said, your voice low and breaking. You had one hand on the door handle and were staring down at your timer that was rapidly ticking down.
“Please,” Gentaro begged, tightened his grasp on your arm. “Please don’t leave, Y/N.”
His voice was shaking and you could feel the hurt and pain lacing each of his words. You felt the guilt punch you in the stomach, knowing that you were entirely to blame for this.
You were so confused and you didn’t know what to do. With less than five minutes left, you knew you had to leave the apartment. It didn’t matter how cold it was outside, you had to be somewhere you could meet someone.
How would your soulmate find you if you were locked up in your house?
“You don’t understand, Gentaro,” you hurriedly hissed at him, pulling his hand away from your arm. “I need to find out who my soulmate is! I need to know, I can’t not know!”
The room was spinning now. Everything hurt and nothing made sense. Were you supposed to be here? Where else were you supposed to go? Would they find you here? Were you still breathing?
“But it’s your soulmate! It doesn’t matter if it’s a friend or a lover or anything else; it doesn’t matter where you go or what you do, right?!” Gentaro pleaded, reading your mind once more as his voice cracked from the pain he was obviously in. “They’ll find you wherever you are so please, don’t leave, Y/N!” he begged once more, tears beginning to build in his eyes. “Just stay.”
You could barely see him through the haze of water in your own eyes, but you acutely felt your heart break in your chest at his words. Your head felt like it was about to burst with thoughts racing desperately, any one of them hoping to connect.
Why were you hurting him like this?
“If I stay here, nothing will happen. Don’t you get that?” you cried in desperation. “I’ll never know my soulmate and then - ”
“What? You’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your life? Is that it?” Gentaro asked as a tear rolled down his cheek. You bit back a sob as you shook your head violently.
“No, of course not, that’s not it at all! I just…I need to find…” you tried to look for the right words to convey how you felt, but your mind was jumbled and time was running out.
“You don’t need to find anyone else!” Gentaro shouted, causing you to shoot your gaze towards him in shock. He rarely ever raised his voice and hearing him do so only made the sob from your mouth and tears from your eyes feel that much more pathetic.
“Gentaro, I have to – ”
“You don’t have to do anything! Because nobody else will ever feel the way I feel about you, Y/N!” he cried, bringing his hands to your shoulders and holding you tightly. You looked up at him through tear filled eyes and shook your head in confusion and frustration.
“I don’t know what – ”
“Because I love you!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, it was as though time stood still.
The room seemed to disappear around you and in that moment it was only you and Gentaro, sobbing into each other’s arms. The silence was deafening, but was quickly filled by the sound of your rapidly beating heart. The burning in your chest reminded you to breathe and as soon as you gasped, which came out as a sob, it was like you had been dropped back down to reality.
You were clinging to Gentaro’s chest now and he had his arms wrapped around you so tightly you felt like you would break. You were both crying hard, tears soaking every surface that came into contact with your face. You tried to speak but your voice was caught in your throat, only letting out guttural sounds and desperate cries as you held onto Gentaro for dear life.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” you cried into his chest, shaking in his arms. Gentaro’s hair fell into your face, tickling your cheeks as you felt him shake his head.
“I should be the one who’s sorry,” he muttered, his voice light and barely audible. “I’ve loved you for so long. I should have known you were my soulmate right from the start.”
You bowed your head as you hesitantly brought your wrist up to your gaze, staring down at the zeroes.
He was right – it had always been him.
It was never a countdown to meet the love of your life.
It was merely a countdown until the moment your soulmate proclaimed their love for you.
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00:00:00:00:00:00
0 years, 0 months, 0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 0 seconds.
“It’s going to be terrifying.”
“It’s going to be amazing,” Gentaro corrected you, pulling you into his arms and kissing you firmly on the lips. You shook your head at his antics, pushing him away as you turned back to the multiple cakes laid out in front of you.
“You like the chocolate one, don’t you? Number 3?” Gentaro said. You nodded, reaching out to your plate to grab some frosting with your finger before bringing it to your mouth.
“How do you always know exactly what I’m thinking?” you asked, humming happily.
“What can I say? My fiancée has good taste,” he hummed, tapping your nose with his frosting covered finger. You squealed in delight but whined his name as you hurriedly wiped your face.
You reveled in the sweet sound of Gentaro’s laughter as he wrapped his hands around your stomach from behind, pressing another kiss to your cheek. You leaned back into him and let him kiss you lovingly, a smile playing on your lips.
“I love you so much,” he whispered into your neck. You glanced down at him and nodded, lifting his head up by placing a finger under his chin so that his face was level with yours.
“I love you too, my wonderful soulmate.”
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A/N: Y/N’s soulmate tracker was a countdown was a timer until her soulmate proclaimed their love to her. Gentaro’s soulmate tracker was that he was empathically linked to Y/N.
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The first time Launchpad had to go out on an adventure with Mr. McDuck and the kids after he and Drake started dating, he left Drake a coloring book and asked him to do his daily colorings for him. Drake had really done his best before that to shrug his shoulders and say, “Oh, yeah, I’ll be fine here alone.” He’d been so nonchalant about it - telling everyone who asked that yea, he’d miss his boyfriend, but he’d be fine. He wouldn’t worry.
The coloring book was the straw the broke the camel’s back, however. Drake, despite telling everyone who asked him that, no, of course he wasn’t going to cry when Launchpad went out of town indefinitely on one of Mr. McDuck’s crazy, life-threatening, potentially world-ending adventures. He was a grown adult, and he could handle being alone for a few days, weeks, months, whatever it took.
He was a grown adult who was trusted by his boyfriend with his coloring book for the duration of an indefinite trip. Drake knew that Launchpad loved relaxing at the end of the day by scribbling away at the pictures inside - he knew the weight that was being handed to him in between the covers of such a simple and childish gesture.
So, yeah, Drake Mallard was a little bit of a sobbing mess the first time his boyfriend left home to go out on an adventure with his other family. For an hour after Launchpad left, Drake lay curled up on the floor in his living room, clutching at the coloring book that was left to him and wishing that he could call Launchpad.
He was pretty sure there was some sort of rule on airplanes that all cell-phones had to be turned off, though. At least on the commercial flights he’d taken. He wasn’t entirely sure if Della and Launchpad followed those same customs, but he certainly wasn’t going to endanger quite literally everyone he really knew just for a phone call to a duck that had only been gone for an hour.
Drake wasn’t completely useless, however. So, after only a few hours of moping about, Drake managed to drag himself off the floor and into the kitchen, where he promptly started tearing up again as he realized that he was making himself a dinner for one. Sure, he’d gotten a lot of his cooking out of his system when he was meal-prepping for Launchpad, the kids, Mr. McDuck, and Mr. McDuck’s niece and nephew, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t still have it in his heart that he should be cooking for at the very least himself and his boyfriend.
Drake ended up making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and practically throwing himself in one of the dining room chairs - which gave a dangerous creak from the force of which he plopped down. New dining room furniture, he noted, was something he needed to work on once S.H.U.S.H. started paying him…
Once he had devoured his childish dinner, he realized that he had a much more childish task to attend to. Drake flipped open the coloring book, tracing the crayon lines that had already been colored in by his boyfriend with his fingers, letting his mind drift to all the times that they’d been laying on the couch together, watching Darkwing Duck while Launchpad scribbled away.
He flipped through the pages slowly, admiring each and every page, despite the ultimate simplicity that the nature of the activity dictated. It wasn’t until he got to the first uncolored page that his heart dropped out of his chest once again as a piece of paper floated down out of the coloring book. He picked it up and read,
“Heya, Drake! This is Launchpad, obviously. I am writing here as instructions. You have to follow them. That’s the rules. They’re easy, because I don’t like hard games. Just color for me, like I said before I left (Thanks past Launchpad!). Then after you color, you get another paper. From me. Launchpad. Get coloring!”
The note was written in crayon, with alternating colors featuring some of their favorites and some random splashes of color. There were little scribbles and doodles all around the note, some of which looked vaguely like hearts that had been half scribbled out, then redone. A few of the longer words had a few crossed out versions in front of them, but no matter because in Drake’s heart, it was the world’s best piece of literature. Drake took the note over to the fridge, placing a Darkwing Duck magnet over it to hold it in place.
As childish as he felt doing it, Drake grabbed Launchpad’s box of crayons, curiously labeled “Launchpad’s! Do not eat!” Drake made a mental note to ask Launchpad if someone else had tried to eat his crayons before. Drake picked out a plum purple and began to darkly color the outline of the train that was sprawled out on the page in front of him. Once he’d finished his dark outline, he lightly colored in the body with varying shades of purple, creating what he’d call a work of art compared to Launchpad’s wild scribbles - not that he disliked the fact that Launchpad just went wild on the page with the pack of crayons. It was cathartic to watch his boyfriend do, and it was comforting to have that piece of him here now that he was out in the air somewhere, on the way to adventure.
The first day after Launchpad left, Drake went to the coloring book as soon as he woke up, very tempted to unfold the note that lay on the next page (Labeled, “No peeking!”) before he finished the coloring of the lion that lay on that page, but Drake knew that Launchpad’s first question would be whether or not he followed the rules, so he managed to hold back his eagerness to hear from his boyfriend.
Once he finally finished coloring the lion with an unfortunate thorn in its paw (Drake had added the splinter and a tear to the drawing - for dramatic effect!), Drake eagerly slipped his finger under the fold in the paper and flipped it open.
“Day one of no Launchpad. You must be sad. I know I am. In between being scared for my life, that is! Adventures are crazy. I am probably being very brave right now. You are probably being very brave too - being Darkwing alone. I am going to buy you a sooveneer.”
Drake made a mental note to tell Launchpad how to spell souvenir. He also made a mental note to tell Launchpad just how much this entire thing meant to him. It felt like he might not be entirely alone, what with Launchpad’s good natured-ness still there to envelop his heart in warmth. Reading the note, he could hear his boyfriend’s voice echoing through his head, and he could practically picture him laying on the floor in the McDuck manor garage, tongue stuck half out as he scribbled away notes and carefully folded them into little origami triangles to hide in the coloring book.
Each day only made Drake appreciate the gesture more and more. On day three (After coloring a picture of a pond full of fish, to which Drake drew in a shark), the letter read,
“Things are probably getting rough on my end. I say they’ve gotten in three arguments by now! I’ll keep count and we can see when I get home! Have you caught any good bad guys? By good, I mean bad. By bad I mean extra bad. Extra bad-baddies. The mean kind. Answer here _______________. Tell me about it when I’m home.”
Drake scribbled away his answer in the small space provided, telling a story about a particularly rude villain that he arrested - he had gotten called a creepy cosplayer while he was in the process of tying up the guy. Drake drew a little picture of him, taking the liberty of adding devil horns. He made sure to leave the picture colorless, so Launchpad had something to do when he got back. Drake added the note and his own addition to his fridge collection. Another day closer to having his boyfriend back.
Day four was a coloring sheet of a small duck strumming away at a guitar. Drake wrote the notes for the Darkwing Duck intro above the guitar and drew a little smiley face. “Let’s Get Dangerous,” he wrote above the picture after he finished coloring it, proud of his handiwork for the day. He’d earned the next note.
“Heya! It’s LP again. I’d hope you know that by now. Today is a scavenger hunt. Or, sort of. Just go to the bedroom, and go under the bed. Or, look under the bed. There is a box that says, ‘Launchpad’s Do not Eat,’ on it. It has something for you. Miss you.”
Drake resisted the urge to run to the room immediately - instead he took the time to pin up the note alongside the first three. By the time he made it to the bedroom and dug the little shoebox out, he was shaking with anticipation. He opened the lid, and his jaw dropped. Within the shoe box was one of the few pieces of Darkwing Duck memorabilia that he had not managed to obtain yet - the classic Darkwing Duck slippers that went for hundreds online. Drake felt himself tearing up again as he put his feet into the cute little cartoony versions of his childhood hero.
On day five, Drake woke up with his entire body aching from the fight with a few of the Beagle Boys he’d had the night before. Usually when they woke up after a rough fight, Launchpad would massage his back for a while, he’d massage Launchpad’s back, and then they’d make breakfast together. Instead, he hobbled out of bed and made himself some toast. He immediately got to coloring, eager to see what awaited inside. He took his time filling the drawing of two ducks riding a tandem bicycle, trying to add features to the two to make them look more like him and Launchpad. He wasn’t sure how successful he was, so he ended up just labeling them in the end. He eagerly unfolded that day’s note, ready to hear it sounding out to him in his boyfriend’s voice in his brain.
“LP here! Mr. McDee said it’d only take a little bit, so maybe I’ll be home soon. Here’s a Hamburger Hippo coupon I saved for you. Get yourself dinner! I miss you. Or, I will miss you. I am Launchpad from the past. OooooOOOooooOoooo, spooky!”
The entire letter was surrounded in drawings of clocks and little ghosts. There were also a few of what Drake could only assume were supposed to be ghost clocks. Drake’s fridge was starting to look more like an art museum than a fridge, but he wasn’t complaining. Each time he saw the letters that peppered his fridge, his heart started fluttering all over again. He couldn’t wait to see Launchpad again - the second his boyfriend came knocking on his door, he’d get attacked with the full force of a flying, climbing, scaling hug that would no doubt end up with Drake clinging to Launchpad for hours.
Day six was laundry day. Usually they’d end up having a sock fight when they were trying to fold the clothes. Instead, Drake folded the clothes in record time with a sagging heart. His heart fell even further when he saw the coloring scene he had for the day - it was a sock. Who puts a sock in a coloring book? Drake made a mental note to look up who in the world designated the drawings that went into this coloring book so he could have a word with them. Once he finished, he eagerly grabbed the note that was stuck in that page, unfolding it to see,
“Laundry day. I probably need laundry day. Jungles don’t have washing machines. Fun fact. From Launchpad. Your boyfriend. I will throw a sock to say I miss you. In the future, not now. I am past Launchpad. Throw a sock for me too. Miss you,”
Drake grabbed one of the pairs of socks he’d just folded, ripped the two socks from each other, and hurled one of them as far as he could. Somehow, it landed on top of the fridge. At least when he would have to ask Launchpad to get it down, he’d have proof that he was following the rules… Drake pinned the note up on the fridge, and continued on with his day.
Day seven. A week had passed. Drake found it hard to believe that he hadn’t heard Launchpad for a week. He hadn’t seen him for a week. He saved the coloring and note for that day until right before bed - wanting to cherish each second that he could of looking forward to it. As he was coloring away at the picture of the day - a monkey hanging from a tree (Drake was adding bananas to make it more fun), he heard a knock at the door.
Drake thought he must be hearing things - no way was Launchpad back so soon! He carefully closed the coloring book and lay it on his bed, somehow managing to fight the urge to just toss it and sprint to the door. He felt his legs turning to jelly as he walked to the door, wearing the slippers that his amazing boyfriend had somehow acquired for him.
Drake just knew that the moment he opened the door, it would turn out to be the mailman, someone who had the wrong door, an assassin sent to kill him, anyone but --
He swung the door open and felt his heart stop. There he was. Launchpad McQuack, in the flesh. Drake ran full force into the mountain of a man, who immediately picked him up to swing him around. “Don’t ever leave again,” Drake mumbled through his tears into Launchpad’s chest. He took in the scent of the man - how he’d missed that strange combination of baby shampoo, oil, leather, mustard, and a slight cologne-y smell.
“I missed you,” Launchpad squeezed the air out of Drake’s lungs, but it wasn’t something Drake was going to complain about - on the contrary. He didn’t want this hug to ever end, because it felt like the second the hug was over he might lose his boyfriend to adventure again. He couldn’t let that happen again, he loved every second he had with Launchpad. He--
“Launchpad?” Drake pulled his head back just enough to give his boyfriend a quick peck before burying his face in Launchpad’s chest and saying, “I’m in love with you.”
Maybe it wasn’t quite the opportune time for his first confession of love, but damn if it didn’t feel right. He felt Launchpad’s hug increase in power to a dangerous, spine-cracking level, and he felt like he was hugging just as hard back.
“I love you too, Drake,” Launchpad said, with tears in his eyes, “I love you so much.”
“I hope you know that you’re bringing me along on your next adventure,” Drake said, nuzzling into Launchpad’s chest. “I mean, what adventure wouldn’t benefit from famed superhero Darkwing Duck. And what day wouldn’t be better with the man I love?” Drake felt his heart skip a beat as he said those magical words again. Who knew that seven days without the man he loved would really awaken the awareness of that love in him?
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I was raised by a Jazz dad.
(... and an amazing mum and I am indescribably thankful for her. But musically she is... not that passionate.)
One of my musical memory that I cherish is, that the smell of my dad’s car - a mix of manly cologne and leather seat - with Bill Evans or Boyz Ⅱ Men or EW&F playing. I used to fall asleep in the car lying down in the back seat, gazing the stars that I can see from the roof window, going back home after eating out.
So as a 90′s kids, I naturally grew up liking R&B, Jazz, Hiphop, Classic - still to this day.
The first CD that I bought was “Holst: The Planets.”
(Yes, I was a snobby child with very old soul thank you. )
I used to learn piano - I did enjoy playing the songs that I like, but used to hate practicing :P
Anyways.
In the middle school, there was a time that I tried to fit in - I tried to like something that everyone liked, that everyone talked about during the break time - (male) idols.
I tried to like them, but I couldn’t.
I understood that their visuals are stunning.
They have this occupations called “idol” - a part of their job is to look good of course.
But I couldn’t like their music.
As I leant about those boy groups, I saw some patterns in their music - Happy-go-lucky, bright, love, pop, smiles, etc.... they were all positive.
That’s surely not bad.
They were good.
Catchy.
Lots of other people like them.
They are popular.
They can dance.
They can do flips.
They, and their music, are meant to be so.
I was and am still not a music expert but just a mere music lover.
I understand that the art is subjective, and I would like to think I have a great deal of appreciation for ANY kind of arts that have been, and is created by ANYBODY, no matter what people say to them.
I just respect the fact that it requires talent, passion, sacrifices, struggles... it just takes lots of things to CREATE something.
So I respect their music as well. Yea they are cool.
But I simply preferred other types of music more.
I grew up thinking that I would probably not listen to “idols”.
I grew up thinking that I would probably not understand what’s good about “idols”.
Fast forward, autumn in 2019.
Youtube algorithm somehow decided to recommend me to watch “Baby don’t like it” by NCT127.
The rest is history - it was an eye-opening experience for me to learn that I really appreciate their music even though I don’t completely understand Korean. (That’s the beauty of music though - you can fall in love with songs through melody that resonates with your emotion and feelings. Also beauty of Hiphop (partially) - you can understand rhyme & flow without understanding the language. )
(Though, later I came to know that “Baby don’t like it” is categorized as a “T*ot bops” among the fans - that type of feeling resonated me at the time huh ok lol)
Finding little playful sounds or antics, beautiful harmonies, experimental beats, and the colours of each and every one of their voices has been my pleasure.
(Their vocal abilities are so luxurious by the way... each one of 10 (21) men can afford to sound this good both in studio and live, while all of them being good looking. Oh and also perform/dance/sometimes choreograph like professional dancers who actually live off it. I call this God’s favoritism.)
Learning their stories, their fandoms, system of K-pop industry and its social impact (both negative and positive things happens/ed within them) have been really educationally valuable to me.
And here I am happily trapped in the ‘dream’ - the NCT universe where they are trying to tell us their story through their music and concepts.
As an English literature grad, nothing is more exciting reading the lines and reading between the lines.
(Layers man, LAYERS. )
To my 13/14 years old self - you will be proven wrong for giving up on “idol” music.
You will, this time, can genuinely love “idol” music without lying to your friends and yourself that you like it.
You can love their music, because they are not just idols - they are “artists”.
Thank you NCT for breaking my prejudice for “boy groups”.
Also thank you Youtube algorithm, although sometimes you are frickin weird.
私は、ジ��ズが大好きな父に育てら��ました。
(... もちろん素晴らしい母もちゃんといますし感謝してます。ただ母は音楽的にはあまり関心がある方ではないので。)
音楽が関わる幸せな思い出で忘れられないのが、父の車の中の記憶です。
家族3人で外食をした帰り道、父の香水と車の革のシートの混ざった匂いの中で、後部座席に寝転がり、屋根の窓から星をぼうっと眺めつつ、ビル・エヴァンスやボーイズⅡメン、EW&Fを聴きつつ、眠りに落ちるというそんな記憶があります。
90年代生まれの子供としてこんな音楽環境で育った私は、自然とR&B、ジャズ、ヒップホップ、クラシック - そういった音楽を好み、そういった音楽に育てられて来ました。
小学生の時最初に買ったCDは、ホルストの惑星組曲。
(体は子供、好みは初老) (初老の方々に失礼でした、すみません。)
ピアノも習っていましたが、練習は嫌いで好きな曲ばかり弾いているというような子供でした。
とにかく。
私は中学で、皆と話ができるように、馴染めるように、仲間外れにならないように、皆の話題になっているものを好きになろうとした事があります。
それは(男性)アイドルグループでした。
好きになろうとしたものの好きになれず。
彼らのビジュアル、見た目が素晴らしいのは理解できました。
職業「アイドル」なのですから、当たり前ですよね。
でも肝心の音楽がどうしても好きになれませんでした。
こうしたアイドルグループの音楽には、パターンがありました。
ハッピーで明るく、時にはかっこよく、恋や愛を歌い、ポップで…
全てポジティブな事なんですけど。
良い事なんですけど。
キャッチーで。
沢山の人が熱狂しているし。
人気だし。
踊れるし。
バク転もできるし。
彼らと彼らの音楽は、そういう風に作られているのだから。
その当時も、現在も、私は音楽の専門家ではありません。
美と同様、芸術は主観的なものですから、どのような人が創造したどのようなアートでも、リスペクトの念はあるんです。
芸術作品の創造には、才能や情熱、犠牲、苦しみ、沢山のものが必要だと理解しているからです。
だから、「アイドル」の曲でも、嫌いだとか批判する気は無くて。
これも芸術の1つの形だ、と思っていました。
ただ私は、他のジャンルやアーティストをより好んでいました。
だからその時、「アイドル」の曲はもう聞かないだろうなと思いました。
そして、「アイドル」の良さも、私に理解できる事はないだろうなと思いました。
時は経ち、2019年の秋。
Youtubeのアルゴリズムが、私にある曲をリコメンドしてきました。
それはNCT127の「Baby don’t like it」でした。
その後、彼らの曲を洗いざらい聞いてみるのに時間はかからず。
韓国語はほぼわからなくとも、彼らの音楽の良さを知るのに障害にはなりませんでした。
ジェイコブ・コリアーも言っていましたが、それが音楽の真骨頂なんだと思います。メロディーは感情を表現し、共感を与えることができる。
彼らの全ての曲がヒップホップという訳ではないのですが、ヒップホップ(もしくはラップ)の美しさは言語を超えた共感を引き出せる所にもあるはずです。リリックは非常に重要ですが、ライムやフローは言語がわからずともその存在を確認することはできます。
(ただ、「Baby don’t like it」の歌詞を見たり、ファンの方々(英語圏)の認識ではこの曲はエロい曲!という事を後に理解しました。笑
それに動かされた私の心な。)
彼らのトラックに散りばめられたいたずら心のある音や、極上のハーモニーや、前衛的なビートや、彼ら一人一人の声の色を知っていくのは本当に面白かったです。
(合法性を疑うほど贅沢なチームですよね。もれなく10(21)人全員が、スタジオでもライブでも歌えて、もれなくハンサムで。おまけにダンスもそれだけで食べていけるようなクオリティで。神が一人につき三物以上与えた天使集団、それがNCT...)
それと同時に、彼らのこれまでの道のりや苦労、ファンダムやKポップ界の慣習、システムや社会的なインパクトなど(悪い面も、良い面も)を知っていくのは、本当に貴重な学びだったと思います。
今では、NCTが私たちに提示している夢に囚われた気分です。
NCTが我々に提示している並行世界の中で語られるストーリーにワクワクしながら。
一応文学部卒ですし職業もそれ関係なのですが、物語を読むのも行間を読むのも大好物なんです。
なんなら、24時間で書き上げクオリティがオランダの海抜よりも低いと言われる黒歴史卒論(40ページ英文)も物語の映像表現についてですし…
(伏線のミルフィーユやぁ〜〜)
(誰も見てない所でスベるのやめよう)
13歳くらいの私に言ってあげたいです。
アイドル音楽を理解するのを諦めた事を、撤回される日が来るからね。
他の人と同じ物が好きになれなくて、浮く事が怖かった時代をもぶち壊してくれるようなアイドルが現れます。
あなたが出会う「アイドル」は、ただのアイドルじゃなく、「アーティスト」です。
NCTの皆さん、私の「アイドル」への偏見を粉々にしてくれて有難うございます。
たまに謎なビデオがおすすめに出てくるけど、あの日のYoutubeアルゴリズムにも有難う。
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