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sutorus · 1 year

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✰ HC: BEING IN A SITUATIONSHIP WITH THE JJK F*CKBOYS

DESCRIPTION: my hcs on what it’d be like to be in a situationship/fwb situation with the jjk men hehe

FEATURED: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem + afab reader, this is fully self indulgent i'm just taking my own shiddy experiences and coping via hot anime men, suggestive content/smut, pretty standard manwhore behavior, slightly toxic, not wholesome, kinda crack tbh, some mentions of degradation as a kink, objectifying women, just like the real thing lol!

A/N: LONG BUT READ! this will Not have an ending where you get together at least not rn these are just my hcs all in good fun ur just having fun ok ur not heartbroken everything is okay. they are not good boys here they are normal regular boys

GOJO SATORU

has way too many hoes. way too many

so much so that he gave up on remembering their names and just saves their numbers like “osaka w the hand kink”, “big tits shibari”, “slut from trig”, “hostess best bjs”

has someone’s boobs with his name written on them in sharpie as his wallpaper

says i love you when he cums inside and you never know if you should believe it

throws you off when he agrees to meet your friends only for him to flirt with them in front of you

takes you to the best clubs with bottle service, lets the girls sit on his lap and laughs when you get mad

pays for your ubers everywhere every time

into the weirdest shit like wearing your underwear laughing like a lunatic the whole time he’s fucking you then after he cums gets sulky and embarrassed

lays it on thick with the pet names, gives zero fucks if that confuses you even further

very public with you and it makes you wonder how many other girls put themselves through this humiliation just for the d

gets jealous about you being with other people and needs to prove himself by eating it from the back or something

fwb with gojo is just a huge mindfuck honestly he doesn’t take anything seriously and this is no different sorry! it’s fun tho!

GETO SUGURU

keeps it extremely platonic because he likes to tell himself he has a conscience

too busy for regular chit chat ignores your texts all day then hits you up when he wants to fuck

even more of a whore than gojo is which is why he makes sure not to lead anyone on he just does not need the trouble

answers all your personal questions about him with one word answers

he lets you choose the movie for netflix and chill at least! but will never remember it or the fact that it’s your favorite :(

cleans you up after sex and brings you water

has female hygiene products in his bathroom which is both a red and a green flag

lets you stay after sex and you just lay there on his bed watching him do stuff on his computer but he will not be talking to you

never calls you baby or anything when he’s fucking you just goes oh fuck yeah right there fuuuuck your pussy

genuinely respects you and has nice decent sex with you unless you tell him that you’re kinky

in which case he fucks you just how you want it and gets off on how turned on you are

not one of those guys who gets jealous of sex toys and holds the wand on your clit for you

likes to make you cum over and over and over again

fwb with geto makes your heart clench because he’s just such a gentleman but you got way too much competition to even think about it

NANAMI KENTO

a professional in every sense of the word

uses sex as stress relief

thinks he's too old for this shit but you make him feel alive so he fucks you like he can empty all of his frustrations into you

invites you to his apartment serves you expensive liquor and lets you initiate things most times unless he’s too pent up

can actually have very nice conversations with you

never has the “what are we talk” because he makes it clear he’s too busy for a relationship

lets you spend the night if it’s too late but solely for your safety/logistics

does your taxes for you but will not call you anything beyond an “acquaintance”

texts you happy holidays but does not know when your birthday is

gets tested consistently even though he’s not fucking anyone else and always uses a condom unless you beg him not to

eats you out because he thinks it’s relaxing and spends hours prepping you

the sexual tension is soooo thick when you two fuck all you can hear is grunts and growls and moans and wet slapping sounds and it’s so hot

has some random turn ons like gets bricked up when you’re wearing lipstick or stockings

fwb with nanami is very enjoyable and easy it’ll get complicated if you develop feelings because he does not want to date but who cares yolo am i right

FUSHIGURO TOJI

broke ass deadbeat dad why are you into him

absolutely nasty sex

you know if he had a girlfriend he’d respect her too much to do the things he does to you

dick game so bomb that you’re scared he’s gonna give you a child even when he’s wearing a condom

wants to fuck you every way he possibly can on every fuckable surface with zero regard for your physical integrity

eats his cum right out of you

ego is so big, grins so wide and fucks you so hard when you stroke his muscles

loves to eat pussy but only after he’s fucked you because he likes it tight and hot with minimal prep

doesn’t follow you on any social media but jerks off to your instagram pics

has like 3 different phone numbers and you don’t know why

has only let you come over once, didn’t let you shower after

no pet names but calls you a dirty whore and other degrading shit

loves it if you cry on his dick

doesn’t give a fuck about your safety sorry you’re on your own

has never told you his last name

one time you asked to see a picture of his son and he didn’t speak for 3 whole minutes

fwb with toji is the nastiest sex you’ve ever had truly it’s just sinful and everyone’s dark hidden fantasy half of it you couldn’t tell your closest friends because it’s just too much

a/n sorry

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lushrue · 3 months

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141 + könig & graves as college professors (fem!reader) nsfw, mdni

cw: p-in-v sex, creampie, semi-public sex, power imbalance/unethical relationship, age gap (everyone's legal), oral (f!receiving), bondage, oral (m!receiving)

price teaches military strategy, a more theoretical and scientific look at war and battle tactics. he’s done the field work, he knows what it takes to physically carry out a mission. but he values the skill behind the planning a bit more than the execution. would definitely give real-world examples with missions he’s carried out with as much detail as he can provide. has classes outside some days. he tells his students it’s because the weather’s nice, but he really just wants to smoke.

he’s one to stare when you show up to class in a short skirt or low-cut top. he’s not shy about it, but he’s tactful, not letting his gaze settle for too long. won’t fuck you in his office, too nervous his colleagues would hear. so he comes to your dorm room sometimes when your roommate’s out, or he’ll take you to a hotel and treat you nice with room service and the whole deal. absolutely obsessed with the way his cum drips down your thighs, takes some pictures to jerk off to later.

ghost maybe teaches something like warfare tactics. something that would only be taught at a military college, something hands-on. he takes his job educating the next generation of soldiers seriously. insists that his course have both a lecture and lab section. he’s getting his students up at the ass-crack of dawn to run drills, even if they’re not currently serving. they wanted to know how to win a war, so he’ll show them.

kinda hard to convince, tbh. he’s fine pushing the bounds when it comes to rules of engagement, but this? still, when you prove yourself, when you beat out everyone else on the obstacle course, he jumps at the chance for some extra tutoring sessions with you. the fact that you look good in a sports bra and leggings is just a bonus. he’ll definitely fuck you in the gym bathroom after a training session. he’ll drag you into a stall and lock the door, hold you up if your legs are too tired from the workout he put you through.

soap teaches something not military-related, i think. maybe chemistry or physics with his demolitions background? very into demonstrations in his classes, likes to make shit blow up or fly across the room for the wow factor. he’s set the fire alarms off in the science lab more than once. definitely has a high score on rate my professor, one of the most sought after in the whole physical science department.

fucks you in the science lab. you’d come to him during office hours, cause the subjects he teaches have a really low pass rate. it’d start with actual homework help before devolving into heavy petting and kisses as a reward for correct answers. he’ll test your concentration, making you recite newton’s laws or the ratio of reactant to product. when you fumble, he’ll just chuckle and mumble something about how your head is too fuzzy for science. not too fuzzy for him to bully his cock into you, though.

gaz teaches something intro level. we’re talking “intro to military studies” or “intro to war and peace”. he’s really lenient on due dates, doesn’t have the really strict attitude that a lot of intro level professors have. he’s chill, one of those professors that does everything he can to work with you. won’t suffer a slacker, though. if you don’t do the work, don’t expect him to round your grade up at the end of the semester.

he won’t fuck you while you’re still enrolled in one of his classes. he knows himself, the temptation would be too strong if he had to see you for 55 minutes three times a week and couldn’t touch you. so he waits until the semester is over. but best believe he’s dragging you into some secluded corner of the building the minute you hand in your final. tells you about every single time he’s wanted to touch you, every time you’ve almost made him break his own rule. he makes it up to you, though, eating you out in the hallway and making you come on his tongue twice.

könig teaches german. falling a bit into the stereotype here, but i feel like this man has a really strong love of country. he’d definitely teach the culture alongside the language. he probably has an oktoberfest celebration for his students, lets the older ones drink beer if they want. he tells stories all the time about growing up in austria and will get sidetracked for a whole class just talking about life.

when he’s trying to seduce you, he’s a gentle giant. always cooing praises at you about how pretty you are, how well you’re taking to the language, that you’re a natural. but the moment you give in, he lets himself indulge. everything he’s ever wanted to act out, he does with you. if he’s stroked his thick cock to someone else doing it on his computer screen, he wants to try. it’s how you find yourself tied up in his bed, silk rope wrapped around your body as he fucks your throat. always dirty talks to you in german, giving you praise when you figure out what he’s saying.

graves teaches something niche, a class on terrorism in America or something like that. he gets really into it too. he’s known for being really animated in his lectures, gets really loud sometimes. other professors hate having a class in the lecture hall next to his. appreciates the students who stay after class to talk to him more in depth about his lectures. he knows the material can be dull sometimes, but he always has a few that are really passionate about what he teaches.

you’re one of those few. he’s embarrassed to admit that he falls for you, the way your eyes sparkle when he starts talking about some fringe terror group he helped to squash when he was serving. you always give him your rapt attention and he eats it up. takes you on dates to nice restaurants a few towns over so you won’t run into anyone either of you know. likes to fuck you over his desk after office hours are over. once, he shoved his boxers in your mouth and fucked you in the middle of the afternoon, when anyone could walk in. that time was your favorite.

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astraystayyh · 1 year

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skz when you are stressed and overworked

alternatively, what love languages of theirs would manifest <3 just a little smtg i wrote for anyone who's stressed,, sending you warm hugs <333

Chan : physical touch

you've been staring at your computer for the past four hours

so when you hear the front door open, you quickly run to the bathroom to freshen up

giving three quick slaps to your face so chan wouldn't notice how tired you are

but as soon as he sees you, he opens his arms wide, inviting you in with a soft smile on his face

once his arms encircle you, you feel yourself tear up

the hug is warm and comforting and it makes all your self-restraint dissolve

you start to sob, and chan tries to let go to look at you

but you only tighten your hold on him

so he bends down slowly to pick you up as he moves to the nearest couch

he sits there and your legs are straddling his lap, and he sways you gently, his hand threading through your hair

he doesn't let go as you cry your entire stress out

he just holds you tightly to him, your chest snug against his

he's just like "it's okay, you're okay honey, i got you"

when you pull away, hiccuping, he gently wipes your tears away

grabbing your face between his hands to place a kiss on your forehead

"breathe for me, sweetheart"

he doesn't let go of you the entire night

Minho : acts of service

minho can sense your breakdown coming

he notices how stressed you are

but he doesn't want to pressure you or force you to stop working

so instead, he tries to lighten your load

doing your laundry, buying your groceries for you, washing the dishes in your sink

small acts that he does in silence in the hopes that it will make you feel better

when it's 10 pm and he comes into your room

he sees you sitting in front of your mirror, staring blankly ahead, freshly showered

he gently squeezes your right shoulder and you melt into his touch, leaning your cheek onto his hand

he then sits you on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you to apply the products for you

when you see how concentrated he is at picking the right products and in the right order

you start to tear up

because of the stress but mostly because of how loved he makes you feel, since you notice every little action of his

so when you start crying he panics, rising up in an attempt to stop your tears from falling

"hey, hey, baby. I'm sorry I'll get the order right"

but you shake your head and grab him from the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you

you kiss him as hard as you can, trying your best to convey how grateful you are for him

Changbin : quality time + gift (in a food form) giving

Changbin can tell you are overworking yourself

so he tries to prevent a breakdown from happening

he knows that what you need is a distraction and a way to recharge yourself

so one night when you are busy working in your bedroom

he sneakily opens the door and pulls you by your hand

he treats you like a kid, picking you up and only placing you down to slip a pair of shoes in your feet

and pulling a hoodie over your head

then he's picking you up again and running to the street with you in his arms

once he's sure you won't run away, he places you down the ground and laces his hand with yours

he takes you on a walk, around the neighborhood, and he's like "what are you craving? what do you want to eat? I'll buy anything for you"

when you finally decide on a meal he takes you to a nearby park where you're alone

"tell me about it, baby" he tells you while you're both eating

so you vent about everything's that's bothering you

he listens to you intently and when you are done he's like "do you want comfort or advice?"

if it's comfort then he's telling you how proud he is of you and how everything you are feeling is valid

if it's advice then he's trying to figure out how you can write four essays in one day

but he'll be there with you

and when you are back home you're feeling very recharged

because a break with him is exactly what you needed

Hyunjin : quality time + physical touch

hyunjin knows that when you're stressed you tend to forget to take care of yourself

so he's always there to remind you

texts throughout the day, little notes left on your desk and fridge

"drink water baby!!" "did you eat? you should eat again"

but he also wants to do something really meagninful for you to help you destress

so one night when you are coming home from the library

you open the door and you are met with a candlelight dinner

and you can see a makeshift pillow fort built in the living room

as soon as he sees you he's all rambling "i know I'm not the best cook and i understand if you don't want to eat it and we can always order takeout-"

and you're like shut up and kiss me

and when you realize he's made you dinner and dessert and ordered your favorite icecream, you're tearing up again

but he knows how good it feels to cry so he just opens his arms for you and you bury yourself in him

he gently pats your back as you cry

and once you're done he smiles so brightly at you, bopping your nose with his finger

he's like "no more crying okay?"

and he spends the entire night trying his hardest to make you laugh

Han : words of reassurance

instead of leaving you alone when you are working

han is always there

he's besides you on the bed working on a track of his own

or just scrolling through his phone

but he's there, glancing at you from time to time as if you're a ticking time bomb

as soon as he notices that your sighs are getting longer and heavier

he stands up quickly from his place

he grabs your face between his hands, looking at you with wide eyes

"baby you are so smart you got this. and i love you. and i can't believe I'm dating the smartest person in the world"

just compliment after compliment and sometimes they are so far fetched you can't help but giggle

but when you are really at your lowest point and on the verge of breaking down

he just guides you to the bed and his voice is so soft

and it takes on that low tone of his, as if he hasn't been so sure about anything in his life

he's looking you right in the eye while telling you how proud he is of you

and you can't help but tear up at his words

because it gets hard and sometimes all you need to hear is that someone is proud of you

he then pecks your face all over

nose, eyelids, forehead and cheeks, until you are smiling widely again

Felix : physical touch + gift (in food form again) giving

he's a massage fairy i will die by this hill

at the end of the day he's always there ready to undo any knot in your body

he's so gentle with you, massaging your sore shoulders and neck

all while telling you how hard you worked today and how proud he is of you

and you can feel yourself relax completely from his touch

sleep doesn't come easily to you when you are stressed

since you can't help but overthink about everything going on in your life

so he's ready for you with a warm glass of milk and honey, or tea

he lays your head on his lap while he plays with your hair

telling you again how all of this hard work will be worth it and pay off in the end

sometimes you'd lay on his chest while he hums a lullaby under his breath

sometimes you'd just ask him to tell you a story, because his voice drowns out all the thoughts in your head

but he's always touching you throughout it

grazing your arms, massaging your scalp, playing with your fingers

anything to remind you he's there

once you're asleep he'd get up to make you cookies

so you'd eat them the next day and remember him by when he isn't around

Seungmin : quality time + words of reassurance

he knows not to push your buttons when you are stressed

so he leaves you be but he keeps an eye on you to make sure that you're still okay and not on the verge of breaking down

but once he can sense that you reached your limit

either because you are bouncing your leg up and down

or your head is now between your hands

he comes up from behind, placing a chaste kiss on your temple

if you hug him tighter then that's his cue that you need a break

and he's ready for it

he orders your favorite meal, plays your comfort movie and brings out your softest blankets

anything to make you feel comfortable

your legs are propped up on his lap and he gently skims his hand up and down them

when the movie is done, he turns off the tv and turns to look at you

"what do you need baby?"

if it's venting then he's there to listen and if you need to get back to work then he hugs you tightly to him, before ruffling your hair

and if you say "just you" then he's bringing you to his chest

he won't move an inch until you let go first

Jeongin : quality time + physical touch

jeongin came home late that day

so when he enters your room he finds you typing furiously on your laptop

and he's like hey! but you don't reply

so he leans from the side to look at you and then he notices how you are crying

your tears are wetting your keyboard and yet you are still typing

so he's panicking, grabbing your hands so you'd stop working

that seems to snap you out of your haze and you look at him, eyes full of unshed tears

he's like "are you okay? that's a stupid question you are not okay"

he just hates seeing you cry and he's always flustered at first when you are sad

but then he pulls you up and leads you to bed

he makes you sit on his lap and you are burying your face in the crook of his neck

"tell me what's wrong baby? is it work, hum?"

his tone is so soft and sweet and it makes you want to spill everything to him

so that's exactly what you do

you are rambling and you're talking about the essay and your stupid boss and then about how hungry you are and again about your essay

and he's just humming and listening to you intently and patting your head gently

when you are done he makes you pull away, before kissing your tear stained cheeks softly

and then he brings your hands to his mouth and he brushes his lips against your knuckles

"let's go for a drive hum? get your head off things"

he lets you pick the music and the destination

and he doesn't drive home until you've fully calmed down

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onelittlespiral · 3 months

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Hey hi! I've heard you've got some kind of offer or sale going on, not too sure what its about but I'd like to buy your services. My best friend is a bit of ladiesman jock type and he keeps complaining he can't find a good relationship. So I wanted to know if you could maybe turn him into less ladiesman and more men's man, maybe daddying him up a bit? So i could maybe get a chance with him, and he'd get the relationship he wants.

Subject: Order #100714

Dear Dopple,

Thank you for your recent purchase from The Spiral, home for all your transformation needs! Your order #100714 has been received and is on its way as we speak. Your order includes:

(1) Daddy_From_Friend(Best;Jock)

(1) Mystery(Self)

Expect delivery in 3-5 days. Please note that joint delivery is expected.

Sincerely,

The Spiral

We knew you’d come around and round and round and round…

It was only a few days later when you heard another notification come through from The Spiral. At the same time, you hear a knock at the door. You were glad for the interruption. It was nice to head over to your friends’s apartment and hang out for the weekend. But if you had to listen to him complain again about how tough the dating market was for a white, straight, good looking guy like him you were going to scream. Glancing at the notification for a package delivery to this address, you realize that it is probably about time for the show to begin. No need to interrupt the process. You dart into the restroom as you hear him pick up the package. As you close the door, a rip is heard outside, and as you lock it, a faint poof is heard. A faint fog creeps under the door crack. It smells like fresh grass and sandalwood. Another notification comes through, as The Spiral provides you with product details:

Due to selected target changes, we have elected for our rapid delivery transformation system to best meet your needs. Upon receipt, subject will open box and full product delivery will commence. A dense cloud of product will be released directly onto target and rapidly absorbed. Your friend will age to around 35, with associated physical changes. His previously smooth, young body will change rapidly. Skin is expected to tan, hairline recede, muscles grow, and body and facial hair develop. As the product is breathed in, expect tastes to change. Your new friend will prefer whiskey and beer drinks, along with the occasional cigar. As mental changes set in, they will find themselves drawn to care and maintenance hobbies, like regular workouts, yard work, renovations, cars, and sports. He will be drawn to jeans and beat up tennis shoes or boots, and only prefer to wear a polo when they must go into the office. At the same time, his mind will be filled with images of men. Men staring at him. Men holding onto him. Men worshiping him. This will start the final change, a libido adjustment. He will feel a deep need to fuck, to control his partners, and leave his seed planted deep inside them. The added girth and heavy sack will ensure he never underperforms. As he adjusts and embraces his new personality, he will settle and seek a single partner to fulfill his needs.

Thank you again for choosing The Spiral

You finish reading and unlock the bathroom door, running from the upstairs bedroom through your friend’s spacious house to meet him on the porch.

He is standing on the porch, a box still in hand, just as described. You didn’t know he could be more handsome, but he has aged like a fine wine. He takes one look at you and simply holds out the package in his hand,

“It’s for you.”

For you? You check the label and he is correct. You grab the box and he crosses his arms, waiting. Unsure what is inside, you open the package.

“Ah, good. Been waiting for these,” he snatches it from your hands and inspects the well-worn frames. You try to turn away, but he catches you in his arms,

“This should make you behave.” He takes the sunglasses and sticks them on your face. In an instant, the world is dark. And then a pair of screens flicker to life. As spiral fills your vision, you try to take them off. But your friend is holding you tight. You can’t resist it’s allure for long. It’s right. You do feel so sleepy. As it counts down from ten, your body begins to sway and relax. But you can’t bring yourself to mind. The spiral knows best. You fade away, held in the warm embrace of release and the strong arms of a man…

You come to laying in a bed that feels familiar and foreign all at once. You scratch at your beard and inspect the scene. Lube is left open on the bedside table. Tank tops, jeans, and boxers are strewn over the floor. A pillow is still wedged under you. Heh, still got it. You wander downstairs as you stretch your muscles and rub some sore muscles from the night before. You find him in the kitchen preparing some eggs. Your love. Your master. Your beast in the sheets. You sneak up behind and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Stop, you’ll make me burn them.”

You don’t listen. You plant a kiss on his cheek. He turns around, spatula in hand, and smacks your ass.

“Act your age, boy.”

Something in that statement hits a trigger. You remember something. A younger body. Slender, taut, pale. A firmer mind. Less corruptible, less controlled. Then, you feel an arm around you.

“You okay, cuz you look faint. Don’t break a hip old man.”

You stare at your husband and the world comes into focus. He smirks and gives you a little growl, and you swoon a little in his arms,

“Give daddy a kiss,” he commands.

You lean forward, pressing your hairy chest against his, and love on your husbear.

“I’m going to finish these eggs. Go set the table and look cute,” he says with a wink. You walk off, dizzy for a new reason. You ignore the buzz in your pocket as you get ready for breakfast.

Subject: Order #100714 Fulfilled

Dear Dopple,

Your order has been fulfilled. We know you have many options, but thank you for supporting The Spiral.

Sincerely,

The Spiral

#straight to gay #male transformation #transformation #hypnosis #age tf #hairy tf #male tf #bogo

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insanescriptist · 4 months

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Cremation is just another fun(erl) service

So blaming random 4am thoughts that have been plaguing me all day for this

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Jason woke to a bright room, thin sheets and the smell of a hospital embedded in his body.

First as always, assess. Hospital. No affiliation printed on the walls or anywhere. Private room, but small. That door looked like it led to a private bathroom. Generic flower picture, a mounted screen turned off. Really fucking bright sunlight from the windows.

There was no fucking way he was in Gotham then. Everything was too nice. Normal by standards outside of Gotham. There were blinds, not metal shutters. The walls were cleaner than Gotham allowed outside of Downtown and he could see greenery through the window.

Okay. So what had he been doing? Jason remembered and then wished he had his Jerichos to shoot himself with. Mystic Shit™. Okay. Okay. That was not one of his better ideas, but if he's recovering in a hospital, it worked. World saved.

So recovery. How fucked was he?

His skin looked so fucked. Which meant he had been worse. He's had time to recover and lose muscle tone in, going by how twiggy his arms were. His hands looked good. Clearly someone knew he cared about those if they went through the effort of restoring those.

Hmm, that was odd. No matter how much Jason hated the Lazarus Pits and all its by-products, it would have been a faster and more simple way to recover from near-death than the long incarceration in a hospital for a John Doe.

Jason wasn't sure if he'd been abandoned yet again by those who called themselves his family because he could, "take care of himself," or if he had been written off dead. Again.

Hospital beat the coffin by a long shot.

And it was with that cheery thought, a nurse -obvious meta human nurse- came in and burst into excited Japanese, because that was of course, his luck.

It's after the nurse and doctors leave that Jason loses his shit.

It looks like he's sulking in bed, but mentally everything in his head is exploding. Imploding.

Three. Fucking. Years. Coma.

Burn victim so bad they not only expected him to die in the first couple of days, but still expect it because of the infection risk his fucked up skin represents.

Still the conversation with the medical staff -of varying degrees of bizarre- was enlightening.

No, he has no idea who he is. Did he ever get anyone visit? How did he get here?

Of course some amnesia is to be expected. No, some of the nurses visited. No one knows how he got here.

Does he know what his quirk is? Uh?

Trauma blocked amnesia, the doctor mutters.

What's the last date he remembered?

Saturday. Maybe? The last year? No, I'm pretty sure my memory is shit and I'm trying hard not to freak out over not knowing anything. So could I get the year number?

And then there's the fucking year number. Once he got it translated into more normal terms.

Mystic Shit™ said fuck you to the future.

Except Jason knows this is not his future. Again, if it was, this would have been treated as a fucking inconvenience. Effective skin restoration goop -the proper name escaped him- was easily available to those with the right connections. A normal baseline human with 2nd and 3rd degree burns would be fine in less than two weeks with it, with nary a trace to show for it.

Thanks to the three year coma, his muscles were all atrophied as fuck, despite their best attempts at physical therapy. Because of all the burns and later burn scars and infections making it basically impossible to actually do fuck all about maintaining muscle tone until he was basically burnt skin and bones anyway.

He was so fucking weak now. It wouldn't last forever. He'd escape this hospital before he was discharged, before whatever "benefactor" showed up for whatever "purpose," he was suppose to serve now, as they had the medical debt over his head or was threatening his loved ones or whatever. If one didn't show up in the next week, he was losing his genre-savviness, because shitheads always wanted to claim shit, if it looked useful.

And Jason was used to looking useful, until he was no longer useful and they just didn't care. The amnesia made him less shiny, but Jason couldn't pull off the brain dead zombie imitation without actually being a brain dead zombie crawling up out of his grave.

So under the thin hospital sheets, Jason twitched his muscles.

Two weeks of emotional freak outs, watching the news, physical therapy and drugs Jason had had enough.

And he broke out.

----

Yeah, he regretted it almost immediately. Hard not to in the stupid paper gown, barefoot and bare ass.

Thankfully people were people, even with the plethora of meta humans he had seen, so it actually wasn't hard to find clothes. Someone left a hoodie in their car and Jason broke into said car. Put on the hoodie. Hotwired the car and drove off.

Somehow for being in the fucking future by two centuries and change, cars really hadn't changed. More evidence of Mystic Shit™ slamming him sideways.

He drove to the next town over, picked another direction, drove some more. Parked the car near what looked like a chop shop, negotiated the car for some money. He probably got ripped off, but better than nothing.

He walked to a corner store, bought some flip-flops after bullshitting an excuse that his had broken. First aid stuff. You know, for his feet. Hair dye in three different colors, because Rose Wilson could pick out a bad dye job at a hundred meters and so Jason learned how to dye his own hair properly so as to avoid her mockery, only to get mockery (affectionate) anyway.

It was a mix of instinct and lifelong observation that let him find an empty apartment quickly. He stole some sweatpants and passed out on the bed.

----

The thing is, Jason doesn't regret his crimes like Bruce thinks he ought to do, with a massive pity party and flaming self-hatred and punching criminals instead of shooting them. He hates the necessity of doing crimes, even if that crime is a net gain to society, but that's why all his serious crimes are premeditated. He's homicidal, not a psychopath.

Not Pit-mad either, no matter what the rest of them might have thought.

Again, he's homicidal, not a psychopath. And when he doesn't have to be some sort of costume soldier to be discarded by family for the disgrace of disfiguring the memory of a dead boy? He's actually chill and boring.

That is to say, he crashed at that apartment for three days, felt progressively more like himself, especially after the dye job -white hair all over, now a solid and boring black- but it still didn't change all the other issues the Mystic Shit™ inflicted on him.

This body isn't actually his. Too young, scars not right where the burns didn't fuck him over. Thankfully his existing coping mechanisms for dysphoria work and it's shoved to the side.

It's also a shit body. Not even a month out of a three year coma with inadequate -by his standards- of medical care. It's weak and building muscle to do everyday civilian shit, is going to take months to do. Pushing as hard as he did during the escape wrecked him the next three days. Jason may not know what's going to happen, but with his luck, it's going to suck and training is preparing to make it suck less. The only certainty he's got is that his skin or lack thereof is going to kill him from infection if he doesn't fix it.

He's got no legal identity here. Which basically puts him back onto familiar ground of legally dead.

Beyond the lack of paperwork, he's got a lack of funds. He also has no easy target to steal funds and equipment from, even just for fun.

For more disadvantages, he's in a different country, with different laws and a whole different culture. He would be climbing on board a fucking plane to Gotham, if it existed in this world, for some familiar ground.

He really is the unluckiest Robin. It also means he is also the most prepared Robin.

---

The first six months after waking up in this mockery world of heroics were the absolute worst.

He started at one foot in the grave and crawled out of it before the casket could really eat him alive. Jason had experience in casket busting. He didn't wanna repeat it.

He still didn't know who he was -in who was he inhabiting- but it wasn't like Jason had a lot to go on. 'His' quirk was thermo-manipulation, most obviously in the blue fire he could call to his hands but he could do some ice too; it was thanks to Duke's light and shadow manipulation that he had even tried for the duality. He had white hair. Presumably Japanese heritage but quirks had really erased or blurred a lot of racial lines. Also presumed dead and young.

Access to the Quirk Registry took some doing, but again, not everyone followed basic computer security, much less what it took to keep someone bat-trained out of their systems. Again, for nearly two centuries in the future, a lot of the technological development had stagnated. Searching through the Quirk Registry hadn't yielded any result but none of his other methods had struck anything either. And he had looked at the recently dead and/or presumed dead. Sure, he had some leads that looked viable, but he wasn't going to follow those up yet.

He had fixed a few of his most pressing issues the past six months. His ignorance of the local area, the local and national politics and so on. This world supported and had an entire industry catering to making child soldiers and sell their image and reputation to make money and more child soldiers that called themselves Heroes.

His weak ass body no long cried doing daily tasks and only hated him after working out. Yes, Jason was pushing it but he was well aware of how months of preparation could mean shit in the face of seconds.

His infection risk was severely reduced after quick research bender let him make the most generic knock-off brand of the skin restoration goop in a shitty homemade lab. Did it fix his skin being patchwork fucked in places? Some. He wasn't going to get feeling back properly, but at least he looked more normal. Maybe with enough moisturizing he might look a little less Frankenstien's monster.

He also had a cash inflow. It wasn't great, but it supported his apartment. And the second set of papers. And the 2nd apartment.

Which meant in grand old tradition for Jason, time for him to bounce to the next apartment and come up with a new name.

#time for Izzy to slep #Izzy does fic #jason todd #dabi

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sunarots · 15 days

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so high school ━━━ atsumu miya

24. dinner date ♡

You look at your reflection in the mirror, regretting not bringing some basic makeup. The fear of someone seeing the two of you and taking a picture (or ten) and uploading them online has your heart pounding, but knowing that it’s Atsumu with you makes you feel slightly more at ease.

And, of course, the worries in your mind on why Atsumu asked you for dinner on this ‘date’. Could you even call it a date? A pretend date? Who knows… The complexity of your fake relationship has played a major part on you not wanting to leave the house, knowing that someone would spot the two of yous and rip you apart even more. But, you couldn’t deny that you were relieved how close you had gotten to Atsumu. Even more so that he seemed to forget that you were pretending in private, what with your many evenings spent together on the sofa watching movies.

Did he want a relationship? Is that why he asked you here? Was he going to confess?

You splash some of the cold water in your face, an attempt to distract yourself from the thoughts running rampant in your mind. Taking in a deep breath and flattening out your dress, you gather your things from the hook on the back of the bathroom door and make your way out from the staff area and head towards the table. You give a small smile to the bar supervisor in passing, who'd shown you the ropes and basics for serving drinks and how they take orders.

You try to avoid the tables where people are sitting to get over to Atsumu as unnoticed as possible, sliding into the seat facing towards the door. "Are you sure you don't mind paying? I can pay-"

"If you say yer gonna pay me back for anything ever again, I'm gonna have Omi chase you around the apartment with a spider," he threatens, pulling his mask down to sit beneath his chin. He takes a sip of his coke, running a finger around the rim of the glass. "Do ya know what yer having?"

You nod your head, picking up the menu and pointing to it. "Kelp and soy sauce onigiri. It caught my eye immediately. What're you having?" You lean forward, elbows on the table for support to see what he'll say.

"Tuna mayo, I love tuna." Atsumu closes over the menu, setting it down carefully on the table top. He fills up a glass with the water he'd got for the table and slides one over to you before filling one for himself. "So, how was the first day? Think yer gonna be back?"

You nod your head, taking a sip of the water with a small smile. "Yeah. It was really good. It's not the first customer service job I've had. The hardest thing is remembering how to take the order. It's numbers and letters, and I'm so lost half the time. But I'll get used to it. I was also shown the ropes on the bar, too. So I can now make very basic alcoholic drinks."

Atsumu grins. “Well, I just got even luckier.”

You can’t help but laugh at his comment, covering your mouth with your hand and leaning back in your seat. “What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” You shrug your shoulders and try to stop yourself from laughing even more, taking another drink of water to try and help your drying throat. “How did practice go?”

“So productive,” he answers, his eyes rolling as he speaks. “Apparently it was my fault that Bokuto wasn’t feeling his best, but I’ve not done anything to him!”

You scratch the back of your neck, avoiding eye contact so you can get out, “Well, we are kinda forcing him to keep this secret…”

When you look back at him, he’s running his fingers across his chin, visibly cringing. “Shit… I didn’t think about that.” He sips his coke, setting it back down. He goes to speak, immediately stopping himself when his brother appears by his side.

“Hey, I know what her having, but I need to double check what y/n’s having.” He looks at you, waiting for your response. Once you confirm your order, you turn back to face Atsumu your anxiety returning.

He’s playing with the chopsticks once set carefully on the table, twirling them in his hands. You can feel his knee bouncing beneath the table. When his eyes lock with yours, you try to read his expression. There’s an unfamiliar look in his eye, a strong fear.

He clears his throat, looking around to make sure no one’s near enough to hear him and sets the chopsticks back down. “Do you…regret this?”

You furrow your eyebrows, heart stopping. You adjust the strap of your dress, straightening your posture and trying to hide the hurt on your face. “Oh… Um, I- I don’t. Do you?”

Atsumu rapidly shakes his head, holding up his hands. “No, no, no. That’s not- that’s not why I asked. I don’t regret it. Like, at all. I just…” He takes in a deep breath to calm himself, regain his thoughts. “It’s just that my fans can be a lot sometimes, and I don’t want ya to feel like they matter more to me. They do matter, but not the mean ones. I don’t claim them.”

You feel your nerves melt away, a warmth growing in your chest. Your smile grows, a soft laugh of relief slipping past your lips. “Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you’re a hot and famous guy.”

You realise what you’ve said when Atsumu reacts, his eyes wide and his signature cocky grin. “Y/n l/n. You think I’m hot.”

Feeling the heat rising to your cheeks, you’re thankful that one of the waitresses is approaching with your food.

“Hi, Miya-san. I’m assuming the fatty tuna is for you?” He nods, picking up his chopsticks and saying a quiet thank you.

Once the waitress has set the food in front of you and backed away, you immediately start eating to try and stop Atsumu from saying anything else. For the most part, it works. The meal is silent, save for compliments over the food. Once you both finish, you take Atsumu’s plate and set it atop yours.

“I’ll take these up-“

Atsumu stops you, taking the plates from your hands and shaking his head. “You’ve been working all day, I’ll do it for ya.” You don’t have a chance to offer, because he’s already out of the seat and away from you.

Settling back in your seat, you keep your eyes fixed on him. Your eyes scan his outfit, the tight-fitted shirt framing his muscles and a pair of baggy jeans that are hugging his thighs. Atsumu leans across the bar, handing over the plates and saying something that makes the supervisor laugh. He waves to his brother, before turning around locking eyes with you, the corners of his mouth tugging up. He taps his hand against the bar, pushing himself away and making his was towards your table. He slips back into his seat, dusting his hands off on his jeans. “Don’t think I’m letting ya forget ya said that I’m hot.”

You press your lips into a firm line, trying to stop yourself from embarrassing yourself anymore. You fight back the smile wanting to show, running your fingertip along the edge of the table and considering your options: deny it, or push your luck. “I have eyes,” you mumble, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it.

Unfortunately for you, he does. He straightens up, laughing louder than he should have, and raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you the same one who said ya can’t have my ego getting too big?”

You shrug your shoulders, tucking your hair behind your ears. “You know you’re hot. Your ego’s already big in that area.” You tuck your hair behind your ears.

Atsumu takes in a deep breath, forcing out, “I really like ya, y/n. A lot.”

It takes a moment for you to process his words, leaning further back into your seat. Your heartbeat grows faster, taking a sip of water to try and keep yourself calm. “What?”

He looks around himself before clearing his throat, leaning forward over the table. “Um, I like ya. I have for… a bit. A few weeks. And I’d like to see where this takes us.” He waits patiently for your answer, elbows rest on the wood. Despite the confidence on his face, you can see the concern in his eye.

“Really?” Eagerly, he nods his head. You can feel the smile breaking through. “I’d like that.”

Atsumu’s quick to rise to his feet, the chair squeaking against the wood. He tucks it under the table, outstretching a hand to you. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

# fun facts !

unlike y/n, atsumu didn’t go through her drawers

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summary. after your best friend reveals he’s moving out of your shared flat, you’re presented with a tough choice: let one of the creeps who are begging you to let them move in with you, or find a cheaper flat in another area of town. a do-over couldn’t have come at a better time for you, but your only option for a place to stay is with someone your best friend knew from high school, and his two teammates.

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anticapitalistclown · 7 months

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Clownie can I request lookism boys helping their s/o on their period. Like their s/o is having heavy flow and keeps ruining pants and underwear (samuel, gun, Jake, and any other characters you would like the add) tysm 😊

omg sure!

Samuel, Gun and Jake helping reader on their period, scenarios

Samuel

You were feeling terrible, your legs were numb, your head was giving you a stabbing pain, your ovaries were absolutely killing you and on top of that, you had the heaviest flow, all of that made you feel like you could die.

With all your efforts, you walked through your apartment in order to throw your stained pants inside the washing machine. A stabbing pain made you crouch down on the floor, just in time for your boyfriend to come in.

Samuel was fast, and he caught you with his arm, you grabbed at him and gave him an apologetic look "today I'm not feeling really well to go out, got my period, sorry" you never knew when or how your emotionally unavailable boyfriend would surprise you "I know" Samuel gave you a plastic bag, inside there were different chocolates and candies also a lot of sanitary products "I don't really know which ones you use, so I bought the ones with best reviews".

Your eyes became teary, you couldn't hide your emotions "Samueel" you sobbed "I love you a lot" Samuel sighted and smiled "what would be of you without me?" and there it was, his lil shit side of him, even though this time you couldn't deny that this detail was actually so helpful "thank you a lot" he denied "it's nothing".

You threw your pants into the washing machine, Samuel giving you some advice about how to remove blood stains, and then you both cuddled on the sofa, watching some TV and you enjoying your candies, maybe this man is the chosen one?

Gun

You are one of the few lucky ones that can visit his place, you are dating after all, and even though you both barely have been dating two months, the previous friendship and connection made him trust completely in you. So when Gun asked you to come over his place, you always appreciated that trust and went, even if your period is killing you inside.

You were talking to him while he was making dinner, in a moment a stabbing pain made you crouch down, your wince of pain alerted him, Gun rushed next to you helping you to stand up he was confused until he saw your hands traveling on your lower stomach, knowing the source of your pain made him feel more relieved "do you need some painkillers?" you nodded "sorry" you tried your best to not ruin your date, yet your body was betraying you, Gun rushed to the shelf where he keeps the medicine "if you don't mind I'll go to the bathroom" Gun nodded "sure".

You went to the bathroom, yet your period gave you another obstruction to make your date go well, you looked frustrated at your stained pants and underwear "shit" Gun knocked on the door "are you alright? I have a glass of water and the meds" he opened the door, but you stopped him "wait, things got messy" Gun sighted and opened the door, you forgot your boyfriend is stronger.

Gun arched an eyebrow, "this little stain is the mess?" you nodded to him with a pout, your cheeks red from the embarrassment. Gun gave you the glass of water and the painkiller "give me your clothes, I'll wash them, and I'll give you something from my closet" you gave him your clothes "if you're uncomfortable I can clean it myself" too late, Gun already took your clothes "do I look like some blood will gross me out?" you lowered your head "get in the shower I'll join you in a few minutes" you lifted your head your eyes sparkling, making him smile, Gun gave a peck to your forehead "I love you" you mumbled, he kissed your lips "get comfortable, I'm your boyfriend, ok?"

Jake

Jake's love language is acts of service, knowing that a little detail can just make your life easier, make you happy, motivates him to keep caring for you. So when you texted him, "I'm on my period :(" it just took minutes for him to appear at your place with all the supplies you needed: chocolates, painkillers, sanitary products...

You welcomed him with a big hug, his arms lifting you and taking you to the living room, I love yous falling from both your mouths "I love you, I love you a lot" Jake laughed and hugged you tightly "I love you a lot too" you gave tiny pecks to all his face, your man just felt so proud of himself for making you happy.

You ordered him to sit at the sofa, and you started to arrange the products he just bought "but I want to help" you scolded him "you helped enough, don't make me angry" Jake sighted "alright" he looked at how you arranged everything and then he spotted a little stain "babe" you kept organizing "hm?" "don't get upset, but you have a stain on your pants" you froze, your cheeks were burning and you just looked so upset "again?" you cried "this is the third I ruined today" oh poor baby, Jake's heart broke at your expression he quickly got up from the sofa and reached you, his hands caressing your cheeks "It's okay love, Sinu taught me how to clean blood properly, I'll wash it, fine?" you nodded "fine" he smiled "then we can cuddle" you hugged him "I need your hugs".

#lookism #jake kim #kim gimyung #samuel seo #seo seongun #park jonggun #park jong gun #jong gun #lookism x reader

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nanaminsmoon · 1 year

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𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.

A/N: i started this last night because i was listening to this song before i went to sleep:))

mdni. nsfw.

cw; oral (fem receiving), just cute domestic vibes.

wc: 1306

on those days where you need peace of mind, best believe ony will help you get it. you'd shuffle around first thing in the morning, to find your bed empty. but before you can call for your boyfriend, your weary body would fall back into deep slumber. the next time you woke up, it'd be to your boyfriend beside you. black durag tied around his head as he sat leaning against the headboard, fingers mindlessly scrolled through his phone. he'd notice your waking form, and his soft hand would stroke your cheek.

“you awake?”, he would ask you softly, and you'd respond with a sleepy hum.

as soon as you got up to go brush your teeth, he'd open the curtains and windows and light some incense in your room—cleansing out all the negative energy. when you came out of the bathroom, you'd see him making the bed and your favourite tea sat on the nightstand.

“where would i be without you, baby?”, you would pout, a hand to your chest as you walked over to your man to give him a kiss. you'd almost forget all your worries when your hands brushed against his toned abdomen. almost. but once everything flooded back, a wince would selfishly contort your features, and you'd pull back from him. ony would understand that it isn't him, he could see it in your face. and he had heard it fall from your lips last night when you cried to him about it. tears slipping onto his bare chest as you told him everything that was on your mind. last night, he had held you and whispered words of comfort onto your soft brown skin.

and now, he was washing your hair and massaging your scalp as ‘piece of mind’ by lauryn hill played in the background. a hand at the top of your forehead to ensure the shampoo didn’t get in your eyes. his trimmed fingertips moving in gentle circles all over your scalp as he hummed to the music playing. you wouldn’t have to move a muscle because, once he was done, he’d get a towel and wrap it around your head. then he’d carry you, bridal style, around the bathroom. you’d act as his arms, reaching for all your products, brushes, and combs. your final destination would be the living room.

“you're good, baby, i got you”, he spoke above you, as you sat in between his legs—cushion underneath you, as you watched whatever show you had picked to put on the tv. there’d be times where he'd randomly tell you to face up, then he'd place an amorous kiss atop your forehead.

he'd apply all your oils and leave in conditioners and even put your hair in twists for you. even putting on your pink bonnet for you once he was done. and his services were always delivered with a kiss on your lips. but this one was longer; not an ounce of lust was present, he just wanted to love on you. ony cared about you more than he did himself. whenever you had bad days, he just did what you needed of him. he didn't rush you—as much as he hated seeing you unlike your usual, smiley, self. no longer asking him dumb questions like ‘would you love me if i was a worm?’ or ‘who you saving first if we're drowning, me or connie?’ (you are the answer every single time). he missed your laugh, and the way you'd roll your eyes at him slapping your ass, even though you loved it. he even missed the way you’d ask to slap his ‘as payback’. but he couldn't rush you. he let you sit in whatever you were feeling and was the steady hand you reached for on your way up.

you'd soon find out that he had disappeared this morning to make you your favourite breakfast, and you ate it fighting back tears. an outpour caused by an overload of emotions from both the situation you were facing, and the love ony was feeding you. literally.

“you can let it all out, ma”, you were sat on the sofa, and he pulled the tray of food onto the coffee table, before pulling you onto his lap. your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“holding it isn't gonna help you. let it all go, i'm here, you'll be okay.”, and that was all you needed for the flood gates to be knocked down and for you to just bawl onto his bare chest. again.

ony would comfort you, and put you back in bed when the emotions hurled you into another deep slumber. when you woke up, he'd be showered and changed into a white tank top and grey shorts, his signature gold chains around his neck. he hadn't noticed you walking into the kitchen, too busy making your lunch. until he felt arms wrap around his torso.

“why you got a shirt on?”, you'd pout, your words muffled as your cheeks pressed against his back.

“’d it make you feel better if i took it off?”, he chuckled, and you nodded furiously. so he did. he moved your arms, reached behind him, and pulled it over his head. placing it on the kitchen island once it was off. his torso wouldn't be bare for long before you covered it in shimmery, glossed kisses.

he would notice how you're looking at him during lunch, but he'd pay it no mind. he didn't like having sex when you weren't feeling like yourself—it didn't feel right. but when you would beg him that way you always did, affirming it would lift your mood, he would carry you to your shared bedroom. you would be lightly placed on the bed before your panties were slid off, and his hands were wrapped around your thighs, his tongue slowly travelling between your folds. your wetness would gloss his lower face, and the soft incantations you let out would bring a smile to his face. although he needed you more then anything, for now, he would just have to stick to rubbing himself through his shorts.

that man would draw three orgasms from you using only his mouth and fingers. then, as he gave you your post-nut cuddles, an alarm would ring in his head. telling him that he had yet to make you dinner. you’d suggest ordering some food, but he’d decline. on days like these, he wanted to make you something himself. he wanted to feed you something infused with his love for you. something homemade he knew was good for you, not something he said would make you feel ’sluggish’. you’d accompany him in the kitchen and, at first, he’d refuse your offers to help.

”this is for you, baby. all you should have to do is eat”, he’d tell you, pressing another kiss to your temple. but you’d press on, saying that it made you feel useful. so he’d accept; it’s your day, whatever you want, you’ll get. just like any other day.

food made, and eaten, the rest of the evening would consist of ony doing whatever it takes for you to feel better. movies, long conversations, music, dancing to slow songs in the living room with your sunset lamp creating the perfect mood lighting. if it made you smile, it made ony smile too. his friends would call him extra, but he just loves you. and knowing you feel extra loved when you're at your lowest gives him some peace of mind.

#nanaminsmooninc #Spotify #ony x black y/n #ony x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #aot onyankopon #aot x black y/n #aot x black reader

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ac3may · 1 year

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“ the wag diaries ”

How You Met

~ Alessia Russo ~

~~~~~~~~~~

Alessia would never make any claim to know anything about ice hockey before she met you

but if interrogated she couldn't deny that Y/N L/N was a prominent face in her mind since she was a teen

most people had only recently began to recognise you with your increasing sponsorships

Alessia however had known of you from your college days

she had been dragged to a UNC friends hometown in Minnesota where she attended her first ever ice hockey game

it was an unfamiliar sport to the Brit, the violence definitely shocked her

she thought football was physical enough

number 23 immediately drew her attention though

the way she managed to dominate the rink while still gliding so gracefully was addicting

it wasn't until four years later when your face was plastered across all the sporting outlets that Alessia was reminded just how attractive she found the sport

or maybe it really was just you

the next time you crossed Alessia’s path you were a lot more physical, a lot more real, and a lot more directly in front of her

both being sponsored by Beats by Dre you had been invited to their rooftop event in LA, launching a new product

laying eyes on the blonde from across the dance floor you knew immediately you had to meet her

approaching her at the bar it was evident that she was shocked to see you

although that did nothing but spur your ego

the cocky glint appearing in your eye only attracted Alessia more

"hey, pretty lady. any chance I can interest you in drink? some company perhaps?”

"well I'm pretty sure it's an open bar, so drinks are free"

*eyes widen in rejection*

*she touches your arm*

she TOUCHES your arm!!

"but I could do with some company"

you then spend the following many drinks sat a little too close to be friendly

talking, giggling, and flirting around the fire pit

within an hour the pair of you had abandoned the groups you arrived with and tumbled into whoever's hotel room was closest

the following morning of room service in bed and further extra-circicular activities had Alessia thinking maybe something more would come

but after watching your broad shoulders walk away from her, freshly showered back buried in her duvet, there was no contact to follow

after several months of teasing from Ella about her new interest in hockey you appeared again

you had been visiting England to complete several press and media requirements, one of which being a photoshoot campaign with Beats

grumbling to your best friend and manager after a long train ride and cramped Uber to the studio in Manchester the last person you expected to be faced with was Alessia

not learning her lesson, again Alessia ended up in the same bed as you by the end of the night

as well as a supply closet, restaurant bathroom and hotel pool before that

this time though she was the one to walk away, and not without the promise of a regular arrangement

you were by no means in a relationship

but every time you were in the same country you sought each other out

neither of you had time for that anyway

a year later when Alessia joined her team in the Euros final you made the decision to fly out and surprise her in the stands

As soon as she made eye contact with you Alessia lost all interest in the impending afterparty

staying only as long as was polite before dragging you off to yet another hotel room

You were more than happy to accommodate her wishes though

the entire trip being made to celebrate her achievements in the first place

Alessia is demanding in physically wrapping your arms around her naked body when you try to stand and leave

on the high of the win she is extra confident

and the exhaustion catching up to her reigns her filterless

"why do you always leave me, am I just a warm body to you?"

*you gape, too stunned to speak*

*her pout is dramatically adorable*

"Alessia you are SO much more than a warm body to me! how could you even think that?!"

holding her tighter in your arms you listen as she explains her insecurity

all the while she played with your tangled fingers, resting on her stomach

hearing her out you admitted your intimidation of her being too good for you

the simple solution, that pleased both of you, came when she finally asked you to be her girlfriend

of course you agreed immediately

sealing it with a kiss

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Okay, question for anyone enjoying/invested in the wag diaries. Does anyone have suggestions for different nicknames we could maybe call the “characters”? I feel like mixing all the Y/N’s is already getting pretty confusing….

#ace writes stuff #wag diaries #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo blurb #arsenal women #lionesses #woso blurb #woso x reader

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ambassadorarlert · 1 year

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a compilation of some of my personal armin head canons. lmk if i should do another. this is kinda long, sorry not sorry. <33 NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI

scorpio sun, virgo moon, capricorn rising.

- sun in scorpio: emotional and compassionate / intense and mysterious

- moon in virgo: service minded and shy / analytical and judgmental

- rising in capricorn: loyal and ambitious / unfulfillment and drudgerous

armin is the sweetest person to exist ever

- treats you the way he wants to be treated and more than you ever thought you could ever deserve.

- would rather die first than to hurt your feelings

- and when he does it’s never on purpose and it’s always sorry for it and will try to make up anyway he can

- always goes out of his way to make things easier for you

- his love languages are acts of service, physical touch, and quality time

- if your space is kinda messy he’ll do his best to reorganize and clean up for you

- needs to live in your skin. hugs often. holds your hand any chance he can. plays with your hair. lays in your lap. touchy touchy touchy

- date nights ever weekend, or every other weekend. tries to go somewhere nice and do something grand once in a while.

- he’s too embarrassed for full fledged PDA, but chaste kissing and holding hands is okay.

neurodivergent

- might be on the spectrum. you kinda gotta squint.

- has some kind of sleep disorder like insomnia or parasomnia.

- prone to nightmares

- also has depression, ptsd, anxiety

- does not take medication, like an antidepressant, even though he should

- he tries not to lay around too much when he’s around you or staying at your place, but when he’s alone in his own home he can stay in bed for literal days.

- his grandfather is getting older and his parents died when he was young so he has looming anxiety of death and losing people he loves.

- also has separation anxiety. he’s like one of those howling cats when their owner leaves for work.

- is kind of a picky eater. goes out and orders either alfredo pasta or chicken tenders.

- will stay up rlly rlly late until he can’t stand it

- drools in his sleep so if he’s laying on you, there’s a little wet spot lmao gross

anxious attachment style

- you remind him every single day that you love him, that he’s the only one for you, and that you’re happy in your relationship

- but he just can’t help not feeling adequate and good enough so sometimes his insecurities bleed out into other things.

- it gives him peace of mind that your location is on and he can see where you are.

- he goes through your following almost every day to see if anything has changed.

- will sometimes ask “do you know this guy?” when he sees you’ve gotten a new follower or if someone leaves a comment on one of your pics.

- super cyber stalker. if somebody leaves a nasty comment he can find their full name, place of employment, where they went to school, and their grandma’s facebook.

- he definitely screenshots the ugly stuff and sends it to their family. and says “this is how your offspring talks to people online” and that he “doesn’t appreciate you being treated this way.”

- other ppl would think he’s doing too much and sometimes it is but you know and understand him better than most people ever would.

- goes through your stuff when you’re not there

- he’s not looking for anything in particular, he just likes looking through things and seeing what you have

- smells everything. lotions and body washes. perfumes and hair products. reads the ingredients in your skin care. doesn’t know what any of it does.

- wears your house robe when you’re not there either. walks through the halls like a student at hogwarts.

cares for your animals when you’re gone or need help

- befriends whatever pet you have.

- your aloof and distant cat adores him and crawls in his lap.

- your dog follows him in every room and waits for him outside the bathroom. he cannot escape.

- if the litter box needs to be cleaned, he’ll do it.

- he’ll walk your dog and pick up your yard. might try to teach your dog a few new things.

- he’ll feed whatever you got in your cages or tank and refills all bowls and water

- gives them extra treats and snacks just because

passionate and sensual

- sex isn’t just sex for him. it’s like another way to connect emotionally with one another and be completely vulnerable and experiment with things.

- always has his mind in the gutter and is always down to jump your bones. or have you jump his bones.

- is a switch, equally enjoys being dominant and submissive.

- when he’s being dominant he wants to consume every piece of you. he kisses you everywhere, touches you everywhere, reminds you that you’re his and no one else’s.

- whispers to you about how good you feel around him. how tight you are. he loves the way you sound. he wants to stuff you full of his cock. likes to bend you over and watch how wet you get and watches his cum dripping out of you.

- wants to breed you so bad but alas. birth control.

- tries to convince you to get off of it. that you don’t need it and whatever happens, happens, and that he can support you.

- when he’s submissive, he whines and mews. he’s begging for more, harder, faster, uses his manners and says please and thank you like a good boy <33

- he turns you down most of the time when you wanna suck his dick, but he can never get enough of eating you out.

- his favorite positions are prone bone, doggy, missionary ofc, and when you ride him

- once he’s in sub-space there’s no coming out of it until he cums.

- his bookmarks on twitter is literally all porn, and he likes some weird stuff.

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#my writing #armin arlert #armin headcanons #armin x reader #armin x fem reader #armin x male reader #armin x y/n #armin x black reader #armin x you #armin imagine #armin drabble #armin one shot #armin fic #aot #attack on titan #ambassadorarlert

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dragonsbluee · 6 months

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It's Usopp day!! So here are some quick headcannons I've had bouncing around for a while:

Usopp is, hands down the best gift giver of the crew. One of his main love languages is acts of service, you know he's always ready for the crew's birthdays! If he can't find it, more often than not, he'll make it, so when his birthday rolls around, it's all hands on deck.

Contrary to popular belief, Usopp doesn't drink coffee that often. His anxiety plus caffeine isn't a great mix. He doesn't really have a preference between coffee or tea, he's more of a sweet drinks person.

At least twice a week, he and Robin spend some time caring for their plants together. He's working with Robin and Chopper to see if he can cross-breed pop greens with other plants.

Usopp journals pretty consistently. It's a habit he picked up from his mom when she was bedridden and trying to keep occupied and awake. He likes to write down his to-do list, ideas, and first sketches as they pop into his head. It's always somewhere on him or nearby, but no one is allowed to look through it.

(Its definetly not because he loves making little sketches of the crew as they go about their day)

Usopp's sketchbook is where he drafts out his blueprints and works on complex drawings. That's usually in his workshop, and he and Franky communicate on projects through little notes left on pages.

He and Nami are the most consistent writers of the log book. At first, Nami kept it up to date, but Usopp got involved to add more flare, and now it's their little ritual.

Usopp is a little touch starved, and especially after the whole water 7 debacle, starts seeking out comfort and physical affection from his crew mates. Evening cuddles with Luffy and Chopper quickly becomes a regular thing.

Brook and Usopp have a religiously scheduled time one day a week, dedicated to hair care. Neither usually care too much about the shower schedule, but Wash Day is sacred. They pull out all their products and shamelessly hog the bathroom. Sanji brings them snacks and drinks as needed. Sometimes, Chopper joins them when his fur needs a good clean. Brook and Usopp experiment with different styles on Ussop's hair if they have the time and energy. Both of them will never admit just how important it is to them, but they know.

It's not a grudge, per say, but Usopp definitely has some repressed anger towards Yasopp. He loves his dad, respects him, and looks up to him. He also socks him across the face before hugging him when they finally reunite.

It takes Usopp a few hours to wind down if he pushes his observation haki too far. His haki is strong, and it backfires a little, leading to a painful case of sensory overload. He has to lie down in the dark and built himself a wieghted blanket just for occasions like this.

Once, when he got a little too tipsy, and had spent a little too long staring at Kabuto upgrades, Usopp may have considered - very passionatly, out loud - how well Luffy's skin would work as a last ditch replacement for the rubber straps of his slingshot. It took them an hour to convince Luffy to come down from the rigging.

Usopp is not allowed to experiment with explosives on the Sunny unless he is manning the cannons. This is absolutely because of an incident when Ussop was on watch, sleep deprived, and experimenting with new ammunition. Luffy, Nami and Zoro have a pact to ensure Usopp and Buggy never interact with each other.

Speaking of sleep deprivation, when Usopp gets like that, he scares the crew and never even ends up remembering it. All of his intrusive and unhinged thoughts take over, and he loses any filter he has. He's tried to collect Chopper's fur to make a coat, made Jimbei sit still so he could colour match the exact shade of his skin, watered Zoro's head in the middle of his nap, started debating the worst ways to die and why with Robin and made a detailed plan to kidnap and train a news coo to get Nami free newspapers.

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pigfacedbitch · 1 year

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Comfort

summary : what would your boyfriend do if you had a bad day at work/school?

word count : 0.7k

type : headcanons

pairing/s : Modern! Gwaine / Merlin / Arthur (Soldier, Poet, King😂) x Reader

warning/s : asshole bosses / professors lol

here is my masterlist!

Note : Why is life so tiring? Sometimes, I just want to lay down and sleep. Slight NSFW on Gwaine's part .

Gwaine

Gwaine is evidently high-spirited but pouts like a kicked puppy when he sees you sad.

He may be a little unfamiliar with comforting someone but he knows that having fun can revive someone's soul so as a way to comfort you, he will offer a night of distraction and pleasure (I know what you're thinking and yes, you are right 👀).

From here, it depends on what you want to do. Gwaine will enthusiastically go with the flow.

You want to stay at home and play games? He will gladly lose to monopoly, uno, scrabbles, or any board games you want to play.

Gwaine is also a reliable player two in online games and will shout with you when another player is performing poorly.

"How can you miss that shot?!"

"What my love said, you muppet!"

Want to watch a movie? A pillow fort with your favorite movies, snacks, and soda coming right up!

Warning though, if you want to go out and party, don't. As loveable as he is, Gwaine is a party animal who has little self-control. He WILL get drunk before you and you have no choice but to drag his ass back to your home.

Last possible activity? Doing the deed. Might fuck the stress and sadness out of you until all you can remember is how good he made you feel, just saying. Anyways, enjoy! 😚

Merlin

This sweet baby boy will serve you like a queen, no joke.

Merlin will immediately know you had a bad day as he welcomes you in your shared home, already wrapping his (big and strong🫢) arms around your tired body.

He won't say a word but you'll know that he offers comfort by how tight his hug is, slowly soothing your hair, and gently kissing parts of your face.

"What's wrong, love?"

And boom! Here comes the waterworks. He will let you cry and vent as he leads the two of you on the sofa, lying comfortably there until you are done.

You might even take a short nap. Merlin doesn't care if you covered him with tears, drool, or snot; as long you feel better.

He will wake you up with your favorite home-cooked meal prepared on the table then taking you to the bathroom for a relaxing bath.

There would be scented candles, bath bombs, mellow music, skin care products— the whole nine yards. And no, you don't have to move. Merlin will do everything for you unless you want otherwise.

He will give you a massage on the bed after that, saying words of encouragement and support.

If you ask him to use his magic, he will. He will show you anything you want; from the wonders of the world to the vast beauty of the cosmos.

He hates using his magical abilities on you but as you fall asleep in his arms that night, he whispers a spell that will surely give you good dreams and an even better sleep.

Arthur

Let's face it, Arthur can be... oblivious at times.

Unlike Merlin and Gwaine, it will take a little longer for him to realize you feel like shit.

The Pendragons are very wealthy, and it sometimes compensates for the other qualities they lack.

He may not be as cheerful as Gwaine or provide you a satisfactory service like Merlin, but he can give you anything you want.

You want to go to another country? The private jet is ready. You don't even have to pack a bag, Arthur will buy new clothes for you.

He will let you choose the hotel you'll be staying in and book all the activities you want to do such as tours in the wildlife, scuba diving, spa days, and many more.

You want comfort food? The best chef in Albion will be brought to your home at once, paid heavily to cook whatever food you fancy.

You want materials things, jewelries and dresses? Even stationery? You got it. Arthur doesn't care how much you spend, he's practically your sugar daddy. 😂

If you just want him by your side, he will let you hug him like a koala bear to a tree and listen to your complains.

However, watch your words or the people you mention. Because Arthur will see to it that they will be dealt with, money comes with influence after all.

"So that's why they are being overly nice to me!"

"No one messes with the love of my life."

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alienpossession · 1 year

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The Pagon Prologue: Brick by Brick

Read the first part here

Not stopping at the military operatives, Pagon asked for more manpower to be utilized to infiltrate Russian criminal society in order to fund the establishment of New Skrullos in a way that is less track-able by the government in Moscow. It's a process of starting to build their ideal temporary home brick by brick, and after the groundwork with the military, they need to stretch out their control a bit further

Posing as the decorated General, Pagon strut his way to meet an old friend of the General that went rogue and eventually worked for a criminal oligarch.

The friend would never expect that it was all just a ruse by the manipulative Skrull as he got hauled and then locked away in the Fracking Pod where a Skrull operative named Zirksu took his likeness and absorbed his memories to infiltrate deeper amongst the criminal underworld

Just like wildfires, the Skrull moved swiftly and decisively, targeting oligarch from various background that they found necessary to support the success of their operation. Starting from the commander's best friend boss who owned sprawling construction empire and illicit drug trafficking mixed with it named Wassily Kirilenko. He was in the middle of his workout in his private gym when his very own right hand man who spotted his bench press suddenly shape shifted right in front of his eyes and pressed the heavy weight to crush his body. After telling fellow Skrulls he brought along that already infiltrated the innermost security detail of the oligarch to dispose the real body, he checked himself in the mirror and flexed his newfound affinity for big tattooed muscle and the insane thirst for power and control

Skrull love to toy around with their target and taunted them to the maximum pain before locking them away in the Fracking Pods or outright killing them. Just like how Nuro taunted Maxim Yagudin, a former KGB spy turned telco oligarch, on how Yagudin is not that smart after all for being easily tricked by a shapeshifting alien half his size.

"Let's see later how you got so rich, bro. I have theory in my mind that it's all about nepotism and being an eye-candy for an influential widow with wide connection from what I read about you, but I'll know every single thing about you without you even saying a single word anyway.....so.....keep your mouth shut," he said before choking him close to his death to make him unconscious

But all in all, the infiltration of the criminal oligarch can be qualified as a successful operation. Not only they raised so much more capital to support the cause, now they have wide range of services they can use and manipulate to further wreck havoc among human. For example, he might look young, but Gennady Tatishvili is a real danger with his 10,000 well-armed militia that he inherited from his father

The Skrull operative that is directed to pose as him cornered him to the en-suite bathroom in his own sprawling mansion where he met his demise after a heart attack for being so goddamn terrified when he witnessed the Skrull shapeshifted from a woman he's about to fuck to a perfect replica of himself. A portable fracking devices he brought along proven to be handy as he copied all Gennady's memory before leaving the real body unattended in his own pool of pee and sweat, a tragic end to an up and coming oligarch overlord. The plan on his militia is to basically do Gravik's dirty work without sacrificing Skrull operatives in the process

Then, there's this trio of gun manufacturer and also owner of various exclusive restaurant, clubs and gyms across Russia and its former Soviet area. Gravik simply want to have endless gun supply to support his causes to wage war among humans and what better way other than seizing the control in its production to do just that. The high-end chain of entertainment spots can also work wonder for the Skrulls as it will ease transportation process of goods to remain illicit and untraceable. Plus, the spots are well-known among the 1% so it's a perfect breeding ground to get more shells if necessary. The 3 man are related because the first two (Aleksander Samsonov and Boris Samsonov) are step-brother from the same father while the last one (Jurij Alimov) is an in-law that entered the family through marriage with the eldest child and only daughter of the Samsonov family. They were kidnapped as their dinner already spiked with sedatives that can knock an elephant within minutes, and they all fell flat to their plates of privately-catered food in the confine of their own home not even a minute after their first bite. They never wake up during the transfer of their body to the continously-developing Skrulls operation base and once they lined up to the fracking pods, Skrull operatives already await to replicate them and returned right away to their estate in order to not raise any suspicion

Usually, before these operatives went out of their way to live life as humans for God knows how long, Pagon as the Acting General of New Skrullos will test the operatives loyalty and dedication to the cause. Ibragim Musayev is a high-ranked Chechen officials that the Skrulls decided to target since he has close connection with some scientist that would be beneficial for the Skrulls cause, and obviously, Chechen militia (do we need to spell this out?). As the Skrull operatives finished changing into Musayev, Pagon asked him to stand straight and interrogate him

"What's your name?"

"Warrior,"

"What's your fight?"

"Skrullos,"

"What's your dream?"

"Home.....in my own skin,"

"Your enemy is?"

"Humans, of all kind, sir,"

"Can you assure me your utmost dedication to the cause and will not let any humane distraction swerved you from the goal?"

"Yes I can, sir,"

"Well, let the time talk on that. Remember warrior, no spot, no flaw. You're Ibragim Musayev now and there's no going back unless I or Gravik tell you to,"

And just like that, the 260 lbs 6'5" mass monster of a military commander just walk right out to the next room to pick up his clothings, ready to straighten up some unruly Chechen fighters under his command and see how beneficial the scientific community he has close ties with can be leveraged and utilized for the cause of his people

#alien shapeshift #male shapeshift #alien invasion #alien expansion #the pagon prologue

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allisluv · 6 months

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COMING CLEAN

Chapter Four — if gossip was gold

pairing: finnick odair x fem!oc

word count: 4.6k

content warnings: dissociation, bloom protecting her daughter figure, implied forced sex work and angst </3

previous part — next part

Time had always been a strange concept in the Capitol.

Dahlia had attended three parties and seen eight clients in the two days following her date with Finnick. There appeared to be a heightened appeal for her services and she tried to push her way through the days without thinking about it.

Needles to say, she was exhausted.

The first thing she registered as she woke up was the cologne that clung to her pillows. She groggily propped herself up on her elbows and tried to prevent the scent of musk and pine from infiltrating her senses.

Light was creeping in through the curtains of her hotel room and if she had to guess, it was about eleven in the morning. She blindly felt around on the bedside locker until her hands were enclosed around the wad of cash that last night's client had left.

Her stomach churned as she tossed the money into her purse and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

She rubbed her knuckles into her eyes to rid them of sleep and when she blinked, an ivory piece of paper caught her attention. Reaching across for the letter, she flipped it around and read it.

Malaki had organised a breakfast meeting for half past twelve in Finnick's room and according to the note, both their prep teams would be attending too. The alarm clock on the locker flashed 11:15 and after trying to talk herself out of it for ten minutes, she finally gave in and headed for the en-suite bathroom.

She peeled off her oversized shirt and twisted the knob for the shower. Steam took over the curves of her body as she stepped under the stream of warm water.

She curled up in a ball on the floor, her hands locked securely around her knees as the water beat steadily against her back.

The recent events of the week had taken their toll on her and she was glad of the distraction. It was a relief to do nothing for once. She was tired of having so many responsibilities weighing on her shoulders.

She lathered her hair in coconut-scented shampoo and threaded her fingers through the knots at the ends. Once the products were rinsed out and there were no suds remaining, she hopped out of the shower. She tied a bathrobe around her body and the dregs of water gurgled down the drain.

By the time half past twelve rolled around, she had dried the majority of dampness from her hair and pulled a pair of navy jeans over her hips. She wrapped a hand-knitted cardigan over her sports bra. Her hands were shaking again as she made a start on her hair; she ended up securing it with a claw clip and hoping for the best.

Dahlia crept down the hallway five minutes before they were scheduled to meet. Bloom had never been a morning person and Malaki would be coaxing her out of bed with the day wine by now.

She hesitated at the door and scuffed the ends of her shoes into the carpet. She did not want to be stuck alone in a hotel room with Finnick and his team, but she didn't suppose she had a choice.

She rapped her knuckles against the wooden door and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet as she waited for someone to answer.

She could hear shuffling and chatter from behind the door and Finnick grinned down at her as it swung open. There were dark circles underneath his eyes and she could feel her chest constrict with pity.

It seemed like she wasn't the only one to receive a spike in demand.

It was as if she was operating on autopilot as she walked into his apartment, her arms protectively crossed over her chest.

Everybody was crowded around a large table at the end of the room and her stomach twisted into knots of anxiety.

She tentatively inched her way towards the table and took the seat closest to Malaki, who was already in the process of buttering a bread roll for her. He nudged it towards her to try and encourage her to eat, but even the sight of it made her feel physically ill.

He frowned disapprovingly but kept his thoughts to himself.

Cordelia, district four's escort, introduced herself and extended a diamond-clad hand for her to shake. She must have been in her early thirties but she had dyed her hair a peculiar shade of silver. Cordelia was stout with colour in her cheeks and an award-winning smile. She was pretty, Dahlia thought.

Caspian, the stylist of district four, picked away at the breakfast buffet as if he wanted to be anywhere but here — she knew the feeling. He was quite pale with sunken cheekbones and he reminded her of River in the sense that it felt like he was looking right through your soul.

"Shall we get started?" Bloom popped open a bottle of bubbly and filled her glass to the top. Nobody was fazed by her early drinking; they were in the Capitol, after all. "We're on a tight schedule today," she checked her watch to punctuate her point and Dahlia fought the urge to roll her eyes.

Malaki leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands in front of him. "Cordelia and I have called this meeting because we need everyone to be on the same page in terms of our next moves. President Snow thinks that we've kept the public waiting long enough and he wants us to prepare a statement to confirm that you are dating."

Dahlia had slipped away before he had finished his sentence. His voice was vaguely breaking through into her subconscious, no matter how hard she tried to block it out. A warm hand wrapped around her wrist and somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered it as being Bloom; her stylist was the only person in the world who had a grip that strong and reassuring at the same time.

She didn't want to come back to the real world. The real world was daunting and terrifying and it asked too much of her. When she was pulled into her own head, it was soft and calm and she could breathe again.

By the time Dahlia came back to her body, Bloom was tracing patterns along the palm of her hand and even with her eyes closed, she could feel Finnick's concerned gaze burning a hole through the side of her head.

She blinked away the hazy feeling and took a deep breath. "All we have to do is stick to the story, right?" Her voice was quiet and unsteady and she cleared her throat to get rid of it. "We just say what you tell us to?"

Malaki ran a hand through his dark hair as he tried to decide how best to explain. His golden rings got caught in his curls and he yanked hard to untangle them. "Yes. We're not going to be making a formal announcement but if either of you are approached by anyone, you confirm that it's more serious than just a fling. If they think that the rumours are true, that should be enough to keep them satisfied for a while."

Dahlia always found it difficult to process things after slipping away. It sounded silly but she liked to think she had a file divider in her head. When she separated everything into groups, it made it easier to sort through what was real and what wasn't.

"Alright. Anything else?" she carefully wrestled her hand from Bloom's grasp.

He hesitated, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he chewed the inside of his cheek. "You'll be required to put on a more believable show. Spending more time together, public displays of affection... and staying in the same hotel room."

Dahlia gripped the edges of her chair until her knuckles were bled of all colour. The rush of blood in her ears made it hard to hear much else. "No way," she protested. "Absolutely not!"

Cordelia frowned disapprovingly and dabbed at her pink lips with a linen napkin. "I'm afraid that decision is not up to you," she pointed out matter-of-factly. Finnick's eyes flickered from his escort to the brunette sitting opposite him. "I think you ought to remember who got you into this mess in the first place, young lady."

Bloom's back went rigid and she set her empty glass on the table. "I think you would be wise to remember who you're speaking to, Cordelia," she warned, her voice as smooth as silk. "I would watch your tongue if I were you. Dahlia didnt win her games by sitting still and looking pretty," Bloom tossed her French braids over her shoulders and poured herself another glass of champagne.

Cordelia kept her smart remarks to herself after that.

Laughter bubbled warmly in Dahlia's chest and a smile threatened to crack her stoic front. Oh, how she loved Bloom.

Her stylist had a sharp tongue and plenty of fire in her belly, but she was smart enough to disguise it with layers of classiness, unlike Dahlia, who would have given Cordelia some colourful new words to add to her vocabulary.

Dahlia turned to face Malaki, who was biting back a wry smile of his own. "What exactly is us staying together meant to achieve?" she asked

"I'm not entirely sure but it's what the President has suggested," he treaded carefully. "I do think he has a point, though. If you were a couple, chances are you would be sharing a hotel room. Just think of it as a sleepover!"

Finnick snorted indigently and Cordelia slapped him around the back of the head, berating him for being rude. He ripped apart a bread roll with his teeth to stifle his laughter and avoid getting in trouble. "That is a good idea. I'll get the polish and you can paint my nails, honey," he was quick to duck out of the way as Cordelia swiped for him again.

Some of the tightness in Dahlia's chest dissipated at that. Finnick locked eyes with her across the table and it nearly sent him spiralling into another fit of laughter. He caught himself just in time.

Malaki lounged back in his chair and sunk his teeth into a gooey Danish pastry. "You will be moving rooms before the gala tonight." Raspberry jam began to trickle out of the dough and he caught it with his tongue. His sticky fingers tugged at the cuffs of his shirt as he checked his gold watch. "You'll be sharing a taxi and arriving at the gala together. I'll help you pack your things, but for now, we've got to go."

Dahlia and her prep team bid goodbye to the others and ventured into the narrow hallway.

Bloom spent the afternoon pulling dresses off the rack and occasionally asking for opinions while she and Malaki crammed her belongings into a suitcase.

Finger sandwiches and tiny sausages pierced with cocktail sticks were delivered to the hotel room at six o'clock. Bloom ate her fill of food and finally decided on a navy blue dress with a sweetheart neckline.

She crammed Dahlia into the dress and a matching pair of heels before startinf on her makeup.

She applied a nude lipgloss and dusted a light pink blush across her cheekbones. She curled her lashes and added a layer of white mascara to make her eyes pop. She dragged shades of black and grey over her eyelids before standing back to admire her handiwork.

"Perfect!" Bloom clapped her hands together. "You are just beautiful darling!" she put down her brushes and spun around in a circle, stilettos clicking against the wooden floorboards.

Her giddiness was infectious and Dahlia found it eased the knots in her stomach.

"Doesn't she look positively fantastic?" Bloom boasted to Malaki.

"She does," agreed Malaki. He was sat in the leather armchair by the windowsill, long legs sprawled on a coffee table in front of him. He smiled when Dahlia glanced at him for some reassurance. "Darling, you look gorgeous," his eyes flickered to the round clock hanging on the wall.

It had only just struck ten. "I think we better start getting a move on. Darling, you should bring your things down to Finnick's before we leave. Bloom and I will follow you down to the gala and we'll find you in the crowd," he announced.

Dahlia rolled her suitcase out into the narrow hall and slammed the door shut. Her hair had been curled and the chestnut-coloured ringlets bounced down her back as she knocked on Finnick's door and waited for him to answer.

Dahlia's brain short-circuited when she saw Finnick. He was wearing a white button-up and a pair of loose-fitted black jeans hung around his hips. His golden locks had been flattened down with hair gel and a shark-tooth necklace dangled around his neck. "You scrub up well."

"I'll take that as a compliment," he grinned, closing the door once she was inside.

His hotel room was almost identical to hers: a small sofa and a television, a king-sized bed, an en-suite bathroom and a small kitchenette equipped with a microwave oven and a mini-fridge.

"There's space for your clothes here," he pointed to a chest of drawers underneath the television. "I figured you'd want somewhere to put your stuff, so I moved my things into the top drawer. The bottom three are all yours."

Something warm fluttered in Dahlia's chest. It travelled down the length of her body, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. "That was really kind but you didn't have to do that," she said, her voice muffled as she tore chunks of skin from around her fingernails. It was a nervous habit that she had been trying to break since she was a child.

"I wanted to," Finnick answered honestly. He ran his fingers over the fabric of the duvet absentmindedly while Dahlia continued biting her nails. After a long pause, he spoke up. "We should probably get going. Wouldn't want to keep our public waiting, now would we?"

In the hallway, he slid a room key into her palm. His touch sent an electric shock jolting down her spine and she fought back the impulse that told her to step away from him.

Finnick said that he wasn't sure what time he would be back.

Both their schedules were jam-packed with clients this evening so she doubted they would cross paths until the morning; she was seeing eight people tonight alone. Her stomach was beginning to twist as she thought about it.

As they pressed the button for the elevator and began to descend, Finnick noticed that her eyes were glazing over with that far-away look again.

He remembered Bloom holding her hand under the table to snap her back to reality but he didn't really want to touch her without permission. It might make things worse.

"Dahlia," he murmured, his voice low and soft, like he was afraid to say the wrong thing and send her retreating further into her own head.

Finnick was patient. He didn't shout or scoff or snap his fingers in front of her face. He led her out of the elevator, guiding her to sit down in a reception chair. He didn't sigh or check his watch or give up and leave without her. He simply collapsed into the chair opposite her and waited.

It took some time, but he could slowly see her coming back to reality. Her pupils shrunk to a normal size and some of the colour had returned to her face. Her blue eyes darted about as she blinked herself out of a daze.

"I moved us into the reception, I hope that's okay," he leaned forward and she nervously looked his way. "It's just that people were starting to get annoyed after our fourth ride up in the lift."

She cracked a smile but embarrassment was fast to creep up on her.

"Do you need a minute?" asked Finnick.

"I'm okay," she insisted, shaking her head defiantly. She wobbled onto her six-inch heels and ran her bloody hands down the front of her gown. Panic bubbled in her chest but the blood was gone when she blinked.

The breeze nipped at her exposed skin as they stepped into the crisp evening air. He pulled a taxi over to the curb with a wave of his hand and the two of them clambered into the back seat.

President Snow's mansion was crammed with guests by the time they arrived. People were spread across the front lawn, drinking flasks of champagne and chatting loudly. Dahlia linked her fingers with his as they walked up the garden steps.

A reporter for Capitol News was on their tail almost immediately. Eager to be the first with a fresh new story, he ambushed them from behind and shoved a microphone in their faces. "Hi, I'm Alistair D'Ettore with Capitol News. Do you mind if we have a minute of your time?"

"Of course you can!" Dahlia flashed a grin.

"I assume you've heard the rumours circulating as of late," Alistair's camera crew zoomed in on the pair as they nodded solemnly. "Is there anything you wish to say on the matter?"

Finnick took the lead on the question, clearing his throat and leaning into the microphone. "Well, I must admit, Alistair, this isn't how Dahlia and I wanted to break the news." He laughed modestly and the reporter urged him to continue. "In short, yes, the rumours are true."

"But we would like to make it clear that this is more than a fling," interjected Dahlia. "We're serious about each other," she smiled sweetly and batted her lashes at the camera.

Guests were beginning to circle around them and the groundbreaking news spread through the crowd like wildfire. Dahlia's fingers clenched his like a vice when people started shouting questions at them. He raised his free hand and silence rippled through the yard in an instant.

"We appreciate that you want to know what is going on and we're more than happy to set aside time to speak with a reporter," explained Finnick. He had the crowd eating out of the palm of his hand and they clung to his every word as if it was gospel.

Without another word, Finnick turned on his heel and began weaving his way through group after group of Capitol citizens, with Dahlia in tow. Excitement broke out in the garden and it was quick to sweep into the banquet hall, too. People whispered and nudged their partners, pointing and staring as they manoeuvred around the hall.

Finnick leaned down and his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. "If gossip was gold," he whispered.

She hummed in agreement, pulling him towards the food tables at the far side of the room.

He took two glasses of red wine from a passing Avox and claimed a leather sofa while she got desserts. She balanced the full plates in between the crook of her elbows and flopped onto the sofa beside him.

"I wasn't sure what you liked so I just got a bit of everything," she said through a mouthful of lemon meringue. She hadn't been joking about getting a bit of everything —his plate was full, from banana bread and chocolate brownies to profiteroles and ice cream with a cup of strawberry jelly.

"Thank you," Finnick took the plate from her hands and set a glass of wine in front of her. He pierced a fork through a steaming slice of cherry pie. Tossing a piece of pastry into the air, he caught it in his mouth. She rolled her eyes and muttered something along the lines of 'show-off'. "You know, my mom used to make gooseberry pie every year for my birthday."

"Really? My mom used to make banana bread for mine," Dahlia smiled fondly at the memory. Finnick was about to answer her when someone rudely cut into their conversation.

"Do you mind if I steal her for a little while?" Sparrow interrupted. He slurred his words and swayed on the spot, roughly grabbing a hold of her arm and yanking her forward in her chair. Finnick sat up straight, ready to step in if necessary.

Sparrow leaned forward and the smell of brandy on his breath made Finnick's stomach turn. "I mean, I heard that you two are together, but I'm sure you don't mind sharing, do you now?" Sparrow grinned.

"Should we get out of here?" Dahlia rushed to her feet, guiding Sparrow away from Finnick before the two started throwing punches.

"I'll see you later!" she waved over her shoulder as Sparrow wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand creeping lower and lower as they left the banquet hall.

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It was four in the morning by the time she worked her way through her list of clients and made her way back to the hotel. It never got any easier and she had already cried in the taxi on the way home.

She took off her heels in the hallway and tip-toed barefoot through the corridor. She didn't want to wake up Finnick if he was only drifting off to sleep. The door squeaked open loudly and she grimaced in the darkness.

"Are you okay?"

Dahlia jumped out of her skin, her high heels falling out of her hands and colliding with the wooden floorboards. "Jesus Christ!" she hissed, clutching at her chest and willing her heart to slow down to a more respectable rate.

Finnick was sat cross-legged on the windowsill, wearing a pair of cotton pyjama bottoms and a faded t-shirt. "Sorry," he whispered sheepishly. "I didn't mean to scare you."

She sighed into her hands and he frowned worriedly. "It's okay, I just didn't think you were still up," she admitted flatly, shoulders drooping with exhaustion.

He could see her better in the harsh glow of moonlight. Her makeup was smudged and the puffy rings under her eyes made him wonder if she had been crying. She looked smaller like this. More vulnerable, like the life had been sucked out of her.

"Why are you still up anyway?" she asked.

"I wanted to make sure you got back alright," he ran a hand over his face and shrugged. His eyes softened when Dahlia turned around to get something out of her suitcase. Her back was covered in hickeys and he was sure his heart had just about shattered in his chest. "Are you alright?" he tip-toed his way across the room, making sure to keep a length of distance between them in case he scared her.

Dahlia pulled makeup wipes and a pair of pyjamas out of her suitcase. She glanced up with furrowed brows. "Yeah. Why?" she snapped.

He didn't say anything to that, because he knew that was how she kept herself together, lying and saying everything was okay when it wasn't.

He hadn't meant to corner her and he viciously shook his head so quickly that he almost got whiplash. "No, it's nothing," he insisted.

He knew better than anyone that this was hard to cope with, so if she wanted to pretend it didn't happen, he was happy to oblige. It was none of his business, anyway. "I'm gonna head to bed soon, I'm wrecked."

Guilt twisted her stomach into knots. "Sorry for snapping," she sighed, rubbing mascara out of her eye with her fist. "I won't be far behind you, anyway, I just need to take off my make-up."

Finnick nodded and slid under the covers while she crept into the bathroom. She locked the door and sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat with the faucet running. She muffled her sobs in her hands until the overwhelming feeling of shame passed.

Pulling herself together, she scrubbed at her face with the makeup wipes and changed out of her dress. Her pyjamas smelt like home and it eased the weight on her chest. Running a line of toothpaste over her teeth, she gathered her things together and turned off the light on her way out.

Finnick was lying flat on his back with his hands clasped behind his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Finnick leaned up on his elbows when she retrieved a pillow from the bed and made her way towards the couch.

She pulled her suitcase over to the sofa and began tearing through the contents in search of her knitted blanket. "What does it look like? I'm going to sleep, dumbass."

"You are not sleeping on the couch!" he insisted, jumping out of the bed and snatching her pillow back while she untangled the blanket from a pair of shoes. "If you don't think I'll keep my hands to myself, you're wrong. I'm not like that," he reiterated, a slight undertone of hurt hidden in his voice.

"I know that," she scoffed at the insinuation. She hadn't meant it like that —Finnick was a lot of things but she knew he was not like the men who bought her company. In fact, that might have been the only thing she was certain of.

Her cheeks were flaming and she was glad that her curtain of curls did a good job of hiding it.

There was no other option but to tell him the truth, she supposed. "I have nightmares and sometimes I wake up screaming and thrashing about. I... kind of broke my sister's nose in my sleep before so this way, you're not gonna get hurt," she bit at her blunt nails and shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. As if it didn't affect her daily life.

Pity was the one thing she had no time for. People at home already looked at her like she was an injured puppy. The last thing she needed was to be treated like that in the Capitol, too.

Finnick pursed his lips and fired her pillow back onto the king-sized bed. "So? Doesn't matter to me," he casually brushed off her concerns and angled his head to meet her eye. "Besides, it's going to take a lot more than a broken nose to scare me away," he chuckled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pyjama bottoms.

Dahlia still seemed hesitant and he offered a hand to help her off the floor. "Come on, we better get some sleep or we'll have to listen to a lecture from Caspien and Bloom."

Dahlia was still resigned to the idea. "Are you sure?" she asked, giving him an opportunity to withdraw his proposal. She obviously didn't know him very well, as Finnick O'Dair was never one to back down from a challenge.

"Positive," he nodded and for some strange reason, she believed him. She tentatively took his hand in her free one and he hauled her to her feet. "Did your mom make that?" Finnick gestured to the knitted blanket folded over the crook of her elbow.

Dahlia shook her head and took uncertain steps towards the bed.

"Nope, I did," she climbed under the covers and ran the linen fabric between her fingers to get to grips with it.

"Impressive," he kept a respectable distance between them as he tucked his legs under the duvet, the rest of his body following suit. "I never would've put you down as a knitter."

"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me," she teasingly knocked her shoulder into his. "Night," she shifted onto her side and wrapped her arms around herself. Her head had barely hit the pillow before her eyes were fluttering shut and she was drifting off.

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