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dickgraysonsbitch · 3 days

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Hi! Just found your blog and it’s the best thing ever honestly. I was wondering if you could do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader deals with migraines and sensory overloads? If not that’s totally cool, have a nice day!

thank you so much for your ask!! this was actually my first request ever 😭 nonny you will go down in history 💖 a psa that while i do have mild sensory issues, i don’t have migraines, so any and all criticism is welcome!

warnings: pills/migraines | 1.2k words | dividers by @cafekitsune | requests open !

You fell onto the bed, tucking your knees in close to your chest. Fifty minutes. This goddamned headache had been the bane of your whole existence for fifty minutes, and you couldn’t even catch a bloody break. Every week, it would come back like clockwork, and while you had your routine (two advils, an eye mask, and soothing ocean noises all while sitting in a dark room with a singular, mildly-scented lavender candle with two out of three wicks lit) it didn’t change the fact that every minute that you lay there, the throbbing sensation around your head came back worse than before.

Grasping the tip of your nose, you tilted your head back in order to swallow the pills next to you. If you didn’t, you’d eventually gag on the water, and that wasn’t really a pretty sight to see. It was a miracle that you could even work as a hostess, especially on the graveyard shift, because it was taking every ounce of your willpower not to throw up at even the most tamest memories—a sleepy child with food flying out of their mouth, or a costumer shouting about how ‘insane’ you were when you had only gotten through your second advil of the day. It wasn’t enough, clearly, because if it had been, you wouldn’t be holed up in your dark room like a vampire with chronic pain.

One knock on your window jolts you from your ibuprofen-fueled haze. Two knocks. Three knocks—god, who doesn’t have patience in this stupid city? Not everyone can be a metahuman that travels at the speed of sound.

You open your window, head still pulsing, but all thoughts of another cup of mildly sweetened honey tea dissipates when the Red Hood smoothly slides into your living room/kitchen (it’s Gotham! Rent may be low, but you are poor as hell), removes his helmet, and shakes his head like a wet dog, the domino mask he was wearing underneath somehow not falling off. He shoots you a crooked grin before plopping himself on your couch, resting his legs on your coffee table.

“Shoes off,” you grumble. “And for the millionth time, I have a door for a reason. And I put food on that table, and I don’t want to see your nasty feet on it.” While other people might be a bit more reserved when talking to a Bowery drug lord, you had never given yourself the same boundaries. He’d crashed into your apartment when he was injured one night a few months ago, and since then, the Red Hood swore to one, pay off your window, and two, make sure you were safe. In his words, it was the best way to repay you for saving his life—even though you didn’t really do anything of the sort. Basic stitches that you learnt in high school, because that was what they taught when a vigilante could collapse in your house due to blood loss any minute in Gotham.

“Woah…” he raises his hands up in mock surrender, his eyes glinting with mirth. “What’s wrong? Rough shift?”

He can always tell, and you’ve decided to refrain against trying to lie to the only crime lord that you’ll likely ever be friend with, unless the Penguin unexpectedly decides to lumber up your fire escape. (Hood’s gotten you a spiked baseball bat for occasions like that, because you complained about any firearms). A pang of pain from you head. Mental note, put out the candle, no wicks. Darken the room even more, try and fail to go to sleep. You have your second job in the morning tomorrow. Mental note, take a melatonin if you can’t sleep, pack a few pills of ibuprofen and acetaminophen if you can’t get through your morning shift. It’s two AM right now, you could still get three hours of sleep if you—

A rough, calloused hand gently caresses your cheek, sending a tingling sensation down your jawline, all the way down to the base of your spine. Okay, woah. “Take a deep breath, baby.” Hood’s deep, gravelly voice shakes your from your stupor. Oh. You were slipping back into your anxiety induced panic attacks, and you hadn’t even noticed. You take one deep breath, but instead of feeling like you’re stuffing an oversized pillow into a kid sized cover, you’re at ease, letting fresh air flow into your lungs.

“How you doin’ tonight, huh baby? I saw your kitchen light on, thought I’d stop by.” Red Hood rubs a simple circle pattern into your back, letting you lean onto him.

“I bet…” you take a shallow breath. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

A smile cracks through onto his face. “Nah, baby, just you. All the girls have nothing on you, baby. You want to tell me about your day?”

Maybe it was just his voice, but you were almost immediately more at ease than you wee moments ago. Red Hood would’ve had a great calling as a therapist, or even a guidance counselor, but you weren’t sure that he’d like it if you called him, arguably the most fearsome man in Gotham, a service worker. Men were weird that way.

“C-can you talk to me, Hood? I don’t know… you have a nice voice, I guess. Makes me feel safe.”

You could swear that you heard his voice crack before he cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that. So… I guess I didn’t do much today. Oh! This one sleaze-bag was trying to rob this eighth grader, and I’d never seen this old guy, okay? The kid, his name’s James, he immediately just swings his backpack at him. And I come in, this dude’s already gotten a broken nose…”

He keeps talking about the unexpected things that happened during his day, but your eyes are just trained on Hood. His sharp jaw, his toned arms, his hair and the decent-sized white streak that runs through it, his soft lips and the J scar that covered his left cheekbone, and you wondered what it would be like to know him without the mask on. Would he still be the same, sweet guy that you knew?

In a sudden moment of courage, you take Hood’s hand and squeeze it, your heart pounding nervously against your ribcage. “Thank you, Hood.” You whisper. “I don’t know… I don’t know what I would be done if you weren’t here. I’d probably be still having a killer headache right now.”

He smiles, something that you’ve been seeing him do a lot more often than he’s known for. Red Hood, vigilante, drug lord, crime boss? Nowhere to be seen. You try your hardest to gaze past the white lenses over his eyes, concealing his eye color.

“Jay,” he mutters softly, soft enough that if you hadn’t been sitting so close, you wouldn’t have been able to hear a word that he said. “Call me Jay.”

The head comes come back sometimes, but you usually tend to ignore the headaches after a dose of acetaminophen and a head massage from who might be the world’s best vigilante, Jay. You may not know his full name yet, but you know his heart, and under all that armor, under the Red Hood, is a man with a heart of gold.

please please please let me know if i got anything wrong so i can edit it!

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3d-wifey · 5 months

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You're telling me malnourished Eminem took out Sejanus, Cinna, AND Finnick? TRIPLE HOTTIE HOMICIDE? HE ISNT HOT ENOUGH TO GET AWAY WITH THAT KIND OF ATROCITY! I WOULDNT PISS ON HIM IF HE WAS ON FIRE!

CORIOLANUS SNOW YOU WILL RUE THE DAY

#3d wifey talks #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #hunger games catching fire #sejanus my beloved #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth #Finnick odair the man that you are #Cinna #Cinna you will always be famous #coriolanus x sejanus #coriolanus snow #Coriolanus snow you FLOP

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nari-roll · 7 months

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—wriothesley, who loves to spoil you so if he were to propose, he’d make sure to buy at least 3 or 5 pretty rings for you to choose from because he wants to make sure everything’s perfect, but you’d pretty much marry him even if he proposed with paper rings.

i’d ask for his hand in marriage

#wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #genshin impact #paper rings #i want his hand in marriage #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #wriothesley fanfic #cinna’s archives (ﾉ´ з `)ノ #x reader #wriothesley headcanons

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allisluv · 3 months

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which thg characters do you think would be swifties?

anon i love this question so much !!

• i honestly don’t think katniss would like taylor swift at the start. like, she’d hear her music and it wouldn’t be for her, but then peeta forces her to listen to taylor and shes slowly converted 😭 i think she’d be an evermore girlie.

• peeta would eat sleep and breathe taylor swift and i will not be taking criticism on this. if we’re talking abt a modern!au, he would beg katniss to get him tickets for the eras tour. i think his favourite album is lover or 1989.

•finnick and annie are one thousand percent swifties. annie would be the best person to go to the eras tour with. she’d spend weeks hand-crafting bracelets and they would definitely dress up as miss americana and the heartbreak prince. i think they both adore folklore

• johanna’s a rep girlie but she’s not a swiftie per say if you know what i mean. like she’ll listen casually but i don’t think she’d go out of her way to listen.

• cinna. no i will not elaborate. he probably listens to vigilante shit as he sketches katniss’ outfits 😭 he’s a midnight man for sure.

• do i even need to mention lucy gray? she’s a song writer and she would analyse every word of taylor’s songs. her favourite album is debut and she would so do a cover of picture to burn about billy taupe (and we love her for that!)

some honorable mentions would be tigris, effie and prim!

#grace talks🐚🌷#the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #everlark #katniss everdeen #johanna mason #peeta mellark #finnick odair #odesta #annie cresta #cinna thg #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #swiftie #taylor swift #tigris snow #effie trinket #primrose everdeen #headcanons

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yanaleese · 4 months

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i am ON MY KNEES for Karma skjdhsdjhg

i love him, i'll do anything for him ughhh he's so fine

anyway, have a good day i hope you and Karma are both very well

"Anything, Mami?~♡"

#ALSO TYSM Cinna!!!#I need that good day today #and yeah I'm trying to do well!#trying to stay strong #and I hope you stay strong too!#karma #karma ask #karma thirst #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere #yancore #yandere blog #yandere art #yande.re #qc

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vrachis · 6 days

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WHATS UP cinnabar fuckers

points at @draculaxias

#vrachis #kein’s memes.#thought of cinna w this meme #cinnabar ptn #path to nowhere #path to nowhere x reader #cinnabar x reader #kein’s moots.

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brain-amoeba · 8 months

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hiii, medic literally getting turned on while he’s healing you cause you’re whimpering and moaning in pain cuz ur injured 🤭🤭

anon cinna ☕️!!

i can be normal about this request i canbe normal i can b //foaming at the mouth

Katze und Maus (Medic x Reader) part 1/?

Your memory of the mission and how exactly you got your injuries escaped you. You felt as if your brain would leak right out of your ears if you thought about it too hard. Rather than add to the torture you've endured thus far, you buried the thought back in your mind. You figured it would creep back into your psyche again at some point, and probably at the absolute worst time to boot. Soon enough, the sound of your own thoughts were drowned out by sharp, approaching footsteps causing you to instinctively turn your head to the source of the noise. You were greeted by Medic, whom smiled back at you a little too innocently. Sheepishly, you return his greeting with a small wave, and resumed your previous position on the examination table. You watched in anticipation as Medic hummed to himself while gathering his necessary instruments, and ensured the proper rigging of the Medigun. As your eyes met, the triumphant device unrelentingly stared back down at you from its mount. As you zoned out while peering into the barrel of the Medigun, dizziness and disorientation from blood loss, as well as the sheer pain of your injuries began making themselves apparent.

An echoing, metallic "thud" signaling your now slouched over body had met the examination table prompted Medic to your side almost immediately. Medic hastily propped you back up and made work to fasten your neck with a strap to ensure your head didn't drop to your side and possibly injure your neck. After securing you in place, Medic repeatedly slapped a gloved hand against your cheek in a prevailing attempt to wake you. You were startled out of your unconsciousness and soon felt the painful restriction around your neck as it abruptly interrupted your flailing resistance. Medic looked down at you fondly despite your apprehension. "Calm down, you. Would you rather I left you limp with a broken neck?" The doctor questioned, his tone pitched with slight annoyance. You remained silent, staring up at him with pleading eyes as your consciousness reminded you of the bloodied, painful state your body was in-- a deep gash in your side, numerous lacerations on your limbs, and a fractured ankle.

Ouchies.

Medic's annoyed expression quickly softened upon meeting his gaze with yours, and awkwardly cleared his throat before beginning his procedures. Despite his cautious and deliberate touch, the gravity of your injuries only heightened your sensitivities. As the German doctor took your injured ankle in his grasp, you couldn't help but cry out a pathetic whimper from the bolt of agony that shot through your nerves. Your breathing became labored and nervous beads of sweat adorned your forehead like sickly jewels. Medic, of course, was simply enamored with your current state. To him, your cries of pain were as beautiful a melody as that of an operatic aria. Medic quickly snapped back to his duties, and finished rigging your ankle into a stirrup to not only elevate it, but to keep it out of the way of your remaining injuries. The pain of no longer having Medic's firm yet gentle grasp to offset the weight of gravity upon your ankle, especially in a stirrup, caused you to wince yet again, still as vocal as last time. "Doctor…a-are you sure you can't like…put me under or something?" You asked desperately. You were only able to hoarsely choke out a few words at a time between shallow breaths. Medic, whose face was now flushed, spoke with his back turned to you. "Nein, schatz. The procedures will not be intensive and will therefore not require the use of typical anesthesia. Es tut mir leid, maus*." His tone was professional, but the growing erection straining against the fabric of his trousers was anything but. "Be a good little mäuschen and hold still, ja?" He now turned to face you with surgical grade instruments in hand. The menacing gleam of steel taunted you as he began dislodging shrapnel from your open wounds. With each scrap and bullet that was removed, you answered with whines, desperate cries, and tears wetting your face. Medic attempted to conceal his arousal by retaining a neutral exterior, but the way his usual steadied precision seemed to elude him today left you wondering.

Now, you always knew that Medic was a little off his rocker, but figured that came with the territory of such genius. However, in spite of your less-than-lucid state, you were still able to pick up on the irregularities of your doctor's behavior. The sharp inhales every time you winced, the light flush that colored his cheeks, and the weird stiffness with which he moved, as if hiding something… Surely the sight of blood wasn't causing him to act this way, right? He is a doctor after all. The clinking of the discarded shrapnel into a metal dish pulled you from your own thoughts and you soon made eye contact with Medic again. "A-are we done yet…?" You ask meekly. Medic scoffed in response. "Done? Mäuschen, I've just barely started. All I've done is remove the debris from your wounds. Now the real treatment begins!" Medic chuckled, a hint of mania beneath his jovial exterior. He left you alone momentarily to remove his soiled gloves and wash his hands. In his absence, you couldn't help but watch his weird, rigid gait while he made his way to the sink and giggled to yourself. "Why is he walking like that? He wasn't even out in the field today, so it can't be an injury." You thought to yourself.

Your naivety was endearing, honestly. As he approached, you could have sworn you noticed a strange bulge. You quickly darted your gaze back to the wall as your face burned with embarrassment. You didn't realize just how intensely you were staring at your practitioner's groin, but he in fact did. "Hm? Something catch your eye, maus?" His teasing only drove the knife of humiliation in you further. Before you could defend yourself (Hi, I'm Saul Goodman, did you know that you have rights?) Medic cut the fabric of your shirt to reveal the bloodied gash that interrupted the otherwise supple flesh of your abdomen. The chill of sterility and sudden pressure from Medic's gloved hand upon you elicited yet another pathetic whimper. "Oh, mäuschen, the things you do to me when you sound so helpless!" He mused, squeezing your wound in attempt to get another cry out of you. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you wailed in agony, blood spurting from the wound in response. Your scarlet life force stained Medic's arms and face, and you swore you witnessed him lick his lips to taste you. "Mein gott, I almost don't want to fix you up. You're so beautiful just like this…" Medic dabbed up the fresh blood with cloth, and did the same to the rest of your open wounds. "…But we need you in working order on the battlefield, ja? Plus…" He closed the distance between the two of you, his face mere centimeters from your own. He began to remove the strap that once restrained your neck, whispering in your ear while doing so, "…I wouldn't get to hear the sweet music of mein geliebt vogel if you were dead, anyway!" The proximity between Medic and yourself left smears of your own blood on your face--and though you've suffered many injuries and were no stranger to gore, in this context you shuddered.

(* "I'm sorry, mouse".)

#tf2 medic x reader #tf2 medic #team fortress 2 x reader #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 #medic tf2 #team fortress 2 medic #requests #anon cinna

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cinnabell2 · 10 months

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A req for @thank-barbatos !! thank you so much for requesting dan heng!! he is the husband ever !!! I think after the belobog quest he'd totally inv u to have some sort of drink with him and op requested boba ✨✨

#cinna-arts #cinna reqs #hsr fanart #honkai star rail #hsr #dan heng #dan heng x reader

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kahlanmars · 6 months

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PAPER RINGS part. 8

MASTERLIST

HIIII.

Fist of all, THANKS!! And this part contains SMUT. Please, if you are minor don't read. It starts with *ear* and it ends with *love* in bold.

This chapter is just a cuddle from me to me. And you, if you ship Daymitch.

this is the gif just because Woody looks hot here.

8. Drew a map on my bedroom ceiling

It’s not a surprise when he starts kissing you with heat and he pushes you onto the mattress, and your body is craving for his touch. It’s like he burns you with his hands when he touches your skin, and there is no better feeling in the whole world. Well, maybe there is a better feeling, but you don’t want to be crude.

«Hay, before we start…» You try to say, which is hard if he wants you. And he definitely wants you. You are proud of the way he looks at you, and you are up to whatever he wants to do to show you he missed you and he is sorry, but you are also determined to clear the situation before.

«Didn’t we start already? I missed you. I was miserable without you. When I thought I lost you…» He is attacking your neck and he is so talented with those kisses, he knows every spot to make you ache with desire, that you almost give up. But no, you are the strongest soldier.

«The thing you said about the house, did you mean it? That it’s just your house and not mine?» You have to know it. You moved into his house without really meaning to, you were in a coma and then you needed him twenty four seven, but now you don’t have to. You could find a small house in the village or take one of the empty houses in the victor’s village, even if you are technically not a victor. There is no need for you to stay in a home you can’t call yours.

He wouldn’t be completely wrong either. Who is crazy enough to move together after six months of a relationship? Courtship in Twelve is much longer.

«It was just me not being able to live with someone else. I’ve been completely alone for twenty four years, Sweetheart, I took all the decisions by myself. I want to stay with you.» He takes your hand and kisses your palm. «And what is yours is mine, don’t doubt it. Sometimes I just slip into old habits.»

«So I don’t have to move out.» You want to be sure. His eyes darken in worry.

«Don’t even think of it. I want you by my side. Always.» He even kisses you on the cheek and you melt completely. «Why? Do you want to go? I understand I'm not the easiest roommate. And it's been rushed… I rushed it. If you want-»

«No!» You reassure him. You always forget it’s mutual, in your mind he is very sure of how you feel about him but in reality he isn’t much. «I want to stay. I like our life. I like waking up with you and dinner with you, I like our routine… I want to live like this forever.» You blurt it out. You are not one for great words. I mean you are, you always say to your friends and to him that you love them, but he does not, and in your everyday life you express your affection in other ways.

«Same for me, Sweetheart. I asked you to marry me for this very reason.»

«And just for the records, you don’t think I’m a gold digger.» You bite your upper lip. You are aware you give off this vibe. You stay with an older man, a good looking and wonderful older man but still, you like money, and you are kinda spoiled. But you are not with Haymitch for his status. You are with him because you love him.

«I’m not exactly a catch. You stayed with me in a hole under the ground with no guarantee of a life after that, you put up with my shit too many times. No, I don’t think you are a gold digger.»

This time it’s you who attacks him with kisses. «I didn’t put up with anything, and you are a catch. You are smart, and funny, and handsome and so good in bed I think I’m addicted to you…»

«I would hope so.» He strokes your cheek. «I’ll never let you go again. Doctor Payne says-»

«Who’s Doctor Payne?» You interrupt him.

«I… I went to therapy. I figured out something was wrong and now I don’t think Thirteen is spying on us so much anymore, so I called Dr. Aurelius and she called Dr. Payne.»

You pepper his face with kisses and giggles. «I’m so happy for you!»

Going to a therapist it’s a big thing for someone as paranoid as Haymitch. And he wasn’t wrong, there were spies everywhere before the revolution and sometimes you are still afraid of it too.

«Me too, but now please… I can’t stay over a bed and not have a bite of my lady…»

«Bite me then.» You climb into his lap and whisper in his ear. «Kiss me, taste me. I think it’s time for you to fuck me properly, my love.»

«I didn’t give proper attention to this body lately, right Sweetheart? I neglected this poor stunning body of yours.»

He approaches you like a hunter, tossing you on the mattress like a ragdoll, and you feel like a prey, you feel his eyes on your body like he wants to eat you out in a whole bite.

You missed it so much, he has this magical power to make you feel like you are the most beautiful woman on earth.

«I feel very neglected.» You pout. It shouldn’t be true, but living in two different cities has been so difficult for this aspect. When you are at home, you two make love at least once a day. It’s not planned, but he brushes his hand against yours, or he reads to you with that deep voice that tickles your belly, and you aren’t without fault, you wear skimpy pyjamas and you giggle in a flirty way like you didn’t conquer him yet. You are the epitome of a coquette girl, when it comes to him.

«I should always cherish you… your legs, your lips, your neck…»

He is over you and he starts going south, until he reaches your tights. He smirks, he likes to undress you like he is unwrapping a present. He is careful not to break the tights and he tosses them away when your legs are free.

«So beautiful, Gorgeous.» He starts peppering kisses along your ankle, up and up on the leg until he meets your thighs. He avoids your panties to place wet kisses on your belly and he smirks against your skin when the bra is on the way. You are a painting mess, because while he is busy doing this you are shivering from his mouth and wondering hands.

«Let me taste you, my love.» You ask and you suddenly realise he is completely dressed, while you are in your panties and bra. Unfair, unfair! You want to see your man in all his glory. You love his body, he is firm and muscular in a manly way, he is so virile and strong. You almost sigh at the thoughts.

«No protests from me.»

You quickly remove his shirt and start to trace a line with kisses along his taurine neck, his chest, his black boxers you bought him when you found out he was sleeping naked and you two were on a sex strike.

«I’m so happy you are mine, Haymitch, all mine.»

«All yours.» He closes his eyes and you have to admit that this is one of your favourite feelings in the world, Haymitch completely broke, in your power, a shivering man who begs for more and more of you. «Babe, you are a view. Stunning.»

You blush, and doubt you are a view with your lips wrapped on his cock, but you love how powerful that makes you feel, and Haymitch is so handsome you almost whine in anticipation for what he will do to you.

«If you keep doing this I won't be able to resist for long.» He warns you, but he is guiding you with his hands on your scalp - and it’s hot, you don’t know why but it’s so hot when he does this - and you take the opportunity to look at him in a seductive smirk.

«And what’s the problem with that, darling?» You purr.

«I want you to… to enjoy… Daisy, please.»

«Shh, just let me do this.» You suggest.

He gives up his protests almost immediately when you start to bob your head and you enjoy his moans very much, he cries in please and he claims your name on his lip like he is praying to a personal goddess.

You are his personal goddess, right now.

When you finish you are satisfied and he looks so lost he is almost cute, his face open in a dumb smile.

«Shit, Sweetheart.» He pants, and his hands go to massage your neck. He loves your neck, you know that, he always bites it or kisses or, well, he does like to choke sometimes. Just as much as you like his wide hands wrapped around your skin. And you are not that innocent either, you clearly remember bites that needed medical attention after.

«I think what you mean is “Yes, I’m going to marry the right woman”.» You climb into his lap again and you hide in the crook of his neck.

«Damn right.» He whispers, still a bit puzzled, «Give me a minute and then-»

«I didn’t do it to have anything in return. I did it because I like it. I quite like you.»

«Sweetheart, if I’m not in you in ten minutes I’m going to die from abstinence. Again.»

You laugh, and you violently blush because he is very blunt when he wants to. «So you are addicted to me now?»

He takes your lips in a fiery kiss. «Good thing you are with me.»

«Always, my love.»

Haymitch Abernathy does not disappoint, and you end up seeing little stars on the ceiling. It takes almost five minutes for you to remember how to talk again. You honestly regret him being your first time, because you have no idea if it’s normal or if he is particularly good at what he does. Is it normal to forget what your name is, is it normal to just want to whisper his when you are ecstatic?

«Did you see the article?» You ask, giving his shoulder a sleepy sloppy kiss. You don’t have the stamina to do something else and he is completely broke, but… his body is there and what are you supposed to do, not enjoying what is yours?

«Yeah. Didn’t believe it.» He reassures you. Then he begins to stroke your raven hair with his callous, big hands and you close your eyes feeling in paradise.

Yes, this is paradise. A post sex cuddle with the most handsome man in the entire galaxy.

«Good. I was just crying, he was consoling me.» You justify yourself. You don’t need to, he is the one who kissed someone else, not you. And yet.

«I’m sorry you cried, and I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.» He strokes his hand on your cheek. You see regret in his eyes.

«Don’t worry. You are here now.» You let out a content sigh, but then you remember something. «Haymitch, where is your kitten?»

Stew is too little to be alone for more than three hours, let alone a day. But it’s Haymitch you are talking about. The guy who made a fence so strong that wolves couldn’t pass through it to get a geese. The guy who never once thought a cat could survive in the wild and was willing to take him in. The guy that, when you laughed he got the kitty a cat’s bed, replied “Where do you think it could sleep, on the floor?” in an annoyed adorable voice.

«With Peeta. And, babe… our kitten.» Peeta makes sense. Katniss wouldn’t, she is not a big fan of animals, but Peeta has always been tender and kind.

«She hates me, for now it’s your kitten.» You smile. You’ll win the kitty over, but you can understand she is totally in love with your almost husband.

«She doesn’t hate you. She is jealous, possessive and spoiled. I see a resemblance.»

You pretend to gasp. You are not possessive… not really. You just like to joke, and when you play jealous you get kisses and reassurances. And he is not either, but he is insecure. Of his age, of his status, scared that somehow someday you will leave him.

«I’m prettier.» You smirk, your nails digging on his neck. «And my claws are sharper.»

«Let me see your claws, pretty kitten.» He laughs and you pull him in a kiss.

«Try to kiss another woman and you’ll see them.» You warn him. You didn’t forget it just because you love him and you want to be with him. He dismissed your concerns and that was the result.

«She kissed me.» He reminds you, guilty flashing on his face.

«You let her.»

«Hey, never again. I promise you. Plus, I think Finnick will want my head.»

«So you are not just a bit jealous of the magnificent Finnick Odair? With his shining blonde hair and his charming smile and his chiselled abs and a pretty fine a- ehi, come here!» He tries to get out of the bed, but you put him down with a long kiss and you start peppering other pecks on his chest.

«You wanted Finnick so bad, I was going to get him for you.» He jokes. «I know I don’t have… chiselled abs or a charming smile. But I intend to make you happy.» And you believe him and his strangled voice.

«I don’t want Finnick. I never wanted him. I want you. And you don’t believe me, but you are a good looking, attractive man and I’m lucky to be your lady.»

He can’t answer that, but his eyes are now a little flashy and watering and his lips are on yours.

«Don’t you have to go make dinner for Effie?» He asks because this is the routine. You do that even on the weekends when he is in her house. Effie has been magnificent and patient with you, and even after her delusion and your blackmailing little problem, she is worried about you. She is worried if you sleep enough, and she checks if you are in bed at a reasonable hour, and she controls if you eat enough. This is huge, Effie Trinket, who grew up in a strict house when it comes to food. She confessed to you her mother used to be severe, she went to model school when she was just a teenager because of her mom, and the situation was pretty abusive.

«She forced me to rest on bed.» You confess.

«Great idea…» His hands go on your breasts and you giggle when he squeezes them. Sometimes he is not forty one, sometimes he is thirteen. And you love the childish side of his nature.

«That’s not resting.» You point out. Not that you mind, really. But he is forty two, how can he be so eager already? You don’t dare to ask if it’s normal but maybe you could drop the topic with Perla when she feels better.

«That’s relaxing.» He deadpans, and he starts to put little seductive kisses on your neck. «I missed you… your scent, babe, there is nothing like it.»

You blush, because you can’t help moaning a little. It’s like electricity. «I love you.»

«What about you two girls have a nice dinner together and I cook for you? You are both exhausted.»

You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation of protection he always gives you when you are near to him. His cooking is something you love about him. You don’t mind the cooking part of your maid job, it’s better than scrubbing the floor or cleaning the clothes, but he loves it. He really enjoys it.

«That sounds like a wonderful idea. And then you eat with us?»

«Nope. I eat here with peace and quiet.»

He needs his space. You are aware, he told you, and yet you feel like it’s wrong, as if you were doing a bad thing to him. For you it would be terrible not to be included, for him it’s the opposite.

«I don’t want you to tire yourself without a reward…»

You thought he was going to ask something sexy, but he surprises you. «Then give me a reward, cutie. Afterwards we can watch a movie or read a book together.»

You laugh and kiss him again. «A reward for a nice dinner. How domestic.»

«I’m going to spend all my life with you, Sweetheart. We will have plenty of domestic moments.»

This sounds so good you might cry. He doesn’t understand it, but it’s so good to be around him. You feel cuddled and protected and sure, he is your little piece of peace in this world. Your home.

«I can’t wait.» Your kiss is lingering on his lips. «We will be old together.»

«Impossible. I’m already old.»

You burst into another laugh, and then you flirt, because he is your man and what’s more fun than flirting with your man? Nothing. You let a finger slide through his chest. «So you will be this sexy forever? I have to keep up.»

«Something tells me it won’t be that hard for you.»

His hands are already on your butt but then you remember you have to eat with Effie, and you laugh against his lips. «Later. We have all night.»

«We have all our life, Sweetheart.»

The next morning, regenerated from your night with Haymitch - who wants to talk to Finnick - and relieved about Effie, you are ready to talk to Lora.

You are hosted just like me. Your whole world is collapsing and you don’t even help me for me! You are doing it to distract yourself!

You have to admit you didn’t like her words. She was cruel two nights ago, at the party. She aimed to hurt and she succeeded. You could have expected it from Perla or maybe Effie, because you bicker with the Four girl all the time and you know Effie’s comments are sharp, even if they are not directed to you. Lora has always been sweet, though. The kind girl from district Eleven you learned to know better. She thinks you have been helping her to distract yourself. She still thinks that. She didn’t call and you didn’t see her when you went to Perla, so she must still be mad.

This time you don’t bring pastries, because the comment stings.

It’s Cinna who opens the door, again. You forget he has his office at home, partly because it’s cheaper to pay one place instead of two, partly because he wants to keep an eye on Perla.

You are a little shocked by Perla, and you feel stupid you didn’t catch the signals before. And you feel powerless, impotent. What can you do for her? How can you say it without being disrespectful? Perla is always so eager to make everybody think she is the strong one, she would be offended.

«Daisy! Come, come. Do you want a coffee? Tea?»

Cinna is in a good mood today, and that makes you feel a little better towards Perla. He loves her so much that he is miserable when she is not okay.

«No thanks.»

You follow him to his office, and you are stunned. Portia’s office is linear and everything is in its place, but Cinna’s office is an explosion of colours. He has sketches up on the wall and on the desk, crayons and pencils and watercolours. It’s so pretty, like a studio for a child. This is how you want to have an office.

«Sorry about the mess, you know it. You missed Perla, she is better today so she decided to go to work. Silly decision if you want my opinion. Oh, you are here, you can take these to Portia… these are the drawings for District One.»

You always forget Cinna comes from District One and not from the Capitol. He was one of the few that climbed from a district to the Capitol thanks to his skills. It was almost impossible, but he is a legend, very good in what he does, and he played his game when he decided to offer himself for district Twelve, the only district that needed a stylist so badly because no one wanted to be associated.

Meanwhile, when no one knew it, he was a part of the revolution. And he met Perla through Finnick.

«I was actually looking for Lora.» You confess. «But these are beautiful. Mine are not… are not like that.» You are a little scared now. You were proud Portia decided to include you, but you are not her or Cinna.

«I would hope so, you are Daisy and I can’t wait for a Daisy original.» He tries to reassure you. «Lora? She doesn’t live here anymore.»

That shocks you. In two days?! Or she didn’t tell you? You try to relive the last conversations with her. You were aware she was guilty about living with them, but she doesn’t have a job.

«Excuse me, she what?»

«She moved out last night, she said she was moving in with her model friend.»

Oh no. And… she moved in a night? That doesn’t make sense. Then again, she doesn’t have that much, she could probably just fill a suitcase, and if you know her better she also always kept everything in the suitcase just in case.

«Lavinia?» You easily guess. Lavinia Crane is the only friend Lora has apart from you. But, for what you know, Lavinia is also a wealthy model from Capitol and that doesn’t add up. How is Lora paying? Chaff is not that rich.

«Yeah. Perla was not happy about it, she doesn’t trust her.» Perla is right. Perla is right most of the time, you shouldn’t have questioned it.

«I can understand why. Do you have an address?»

«On the fridge.»

Maybe it’s just a stupid doubt, but you want to check. You don’t trust the blonde Capitol girl and you don’t want to abandon your friend again, so you guess you are going house-hunting this morning.

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oneinajuniverse · 9 months

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ghostarii · 10 months

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nari-roll · 7 months

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i miss you more than the sun misses the moon

wriothesley x reader | angst! | tw// loss, death

oh no what? a rare angst fic from cinna⁉️ (suffer w me pls)

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wriothesley doesn’t really know how “i’ll see you later” became “i’ll visit your grave again soon.”

there were days where he could convince himself that he was okay, desperately trying to forget that you laid beneath the earth instead of your shared bed at home. his demeanor at work may look the same, but he can’t seem to hide the way his hands shook every time someone mentions your name. he didn’t like the way they offered their condolences. that sympathetic gaze, the hushed whispers of the the prisoners, as if you were truly gone. he just couldn’t accept it.

it wasn’t like him to delude himself into false realities, but what else could he do? just a few days ago, you were sitting beside him, laughing at the way his hair resembled wolf ears and how you had hoped for your future children to look just like him.

at night, he hugs the blankets tightly, trying to mimic the warmth you used to give off, desperately searching every inch of the sheets for any scent of you left, but it was gone, leaving him with nothing left.

the days and nights were torture without you. everyday was an endless cycle of grief that seemed to claw his chest out. in the end, he was left alone again. maybe he was just meant to live a life like this.

maybe if he prayed hard enough, you’d come back.

—but there was nothing but the sounds of his sobs, echoing throughout the empty room…and the ring that sits on the bedside table, untouched. unused. never seeing the light of day.

he wonders what life would be like if he was able to call you his wife, imagining a future that was never meant to be.

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Labyrinth of white roses

(Effie trinket x fem oc)

Chapter 2)

"Capitol City"

The station is full of journalists from the Capitol City who have come to film the departure of the tributes from the station, I'm happy I didn't cry before. Alexander on the other hand still has red eyes, I feel sorry for him, after all he is still a child; if Elia had been in his place he too would have cried.

The train is incredibly luxurious: the furniture is made of solid mahogany, the tablecloths are silk and the sofas are soft and comfortable.

We each have our own bedroom with attached private bathroom with hot running water, in district twelve we don't have hot water.

Effie told us that we can do whatever we want until dinner time, so I decide to take advantage of all this luxury, I take a long hot shower and I apply a berry scented cream on my body which makes my skin soft and fragrant; I decide to wear my green dress with white flowers again but I change my old boots with a new pair that I found in the wardrobe of my room and finally I tie my hair in a braid like the one Elia had done for me this morning.

Thinking about Elijah makes me sad, it reminds me that if I want to see him again I will be forced to kill; I think I wouldn't feel guilty if I were forced to kill to defend myself but the very idea of having to kill scared children like Alexander makes me feel bad.

I leave my room and start walking towards the carriage where we will have dinner, I was hoping that walking would help me stop thinking but that's not the case.

When I arrive at the restaurant car there is only Effie sitting at the table.

-Darling you arrived right on time, come and sit down-

Effie invites me to sit in front of her and smiles at me.

A few minutes later Alexander and Haymitch also arrive and the Avox begin serving dinner.

As a first course we are served a delicious risotto decorated with wisteria flowers, as a second course we are served a cut of pork accompanied by various vegetables and finally they bring us some cakes filled with what I believe is chocolate.

When dinner is over I feel full like I've never been before and judging by the look of deep subscription on Alexander's face I can tell he feels the same as me.

Before going to sleep Alexander asks Haymitch for advice on how to behave as soon as we arrive in the Capitol, Haymitch replies that he will explain it to us tomorrow if he feels like it then grabs a bottle of whiskey and goes to his room.

I also go to my room and get ready for bed.

When I am woken up in the morning by an Avox I feel very tired due to the lack of sleep due to the constant nightmares I have been having.

After washing I put on a simple light blue dress that I found in the wardrobe and head to breakfast.

When I arrive, everyone is already there: Haymitch is pouring what I think is whiskey into a cup of tea, Effie is eating a pink muffin and Alexander is eating a bit of everything.

-Good morning darling, did you sleep well?-

Effie said smiling at me, "she has a beautiful smile" I think and I can't help but blush.

-I slept very well Effie-

In reality my sleep was downright terrible but Effie doesn't need to know that.

-I'm happy to know, we will arrive at Capitol soon and you will have to be in perfect shape for the tribute parade-

-Speaking of the parade, Haymitch told us yesterday that you would explain to us how to behave-

Haymitch looks away from his tea for the first time since we started eating and, far from happy, answers Alexander.

-Do you want some advice?! Smile, blow kisses to the crowd, make the citizens of the Capitol believe that you love them and that you are honored to be here-

-Do you have any advice regarding the Hunger Games? Should we try to ally ourselves with other tributes? What should we focus on during training? What is the weapon we should learn to use? -

-Girl, you're really trying to win, I like you. To answer your questions: the only solid alliance is that of the favorites but allying with them if you don't come from districts one, two and four is practically impossible unless you prove yourself incredible in training; During training you will need to balance practicing survival techniques with weapons training. Do you have survival skills or experience with weapons? -

-I know medicinal plants, I'm quite agile and I can climb practically anything but I don't think they are very useful skills-

Alexander seems very dejected, he already thinks he's done for. I take his hand in mine and squeeze it reassuringly, he turns to look at me and gives me a small smile.

-I know edible plants, I'm good with throwing knives and I'm really good with a bow I always hit my prey in the eye-

Haymitch hums thoughtfully, I hope it's a good sign.

-We have arrived, we will continue our conversation after the tribute parade in the meantime my first piece of advice is let the stylists do whatever they want with you, they know what they are doing-

Once we got off the train we were accompanied to the tribute preparation center, each tribute was assigned an entire staff with the task of making us beautiful for the parade.

I lie down on a metal surface, they massage my whole body and apply a lotion that makes my skin glow; at a certain point the trainers decide to remove all the hair on my body, when they're done, my body burns.

When I finally finish all the treatments I am taken to a room and told to wait for my stylist to arrive.

After a while a man with dark skin and a thin layer of gold eyeliner over his eye enters; in his hand he holds a garment bag in which I think there is my dress.

Usually for the parade the tributes are dressed to recall their district, for example the tributes from district one are often adorned with jewels; the tributes from district twelve almost always come dressed as miners and unfortunately this doesn't get us many sponsors; other times, however, the stylists decide that the clothes are overrated and leave the tributes practically naked, I remember that a few years ago the tributes of district twelve did not have a dress but had been covered in ash. "I hope I'm not naked"

-Nice to meet you, I'm Cinna your stylist. I decided to make you wear a particular dress that doesn't focus on the miners but on coal and fire-

"Oh no! I'll be naked for sure"

-The idea for your dress came to me when I saw you and the boy from district twelve. I thought about how different you two were, one with red hair and the other with black hair. Looking at you, coal and fire came to mind; you with your black hair will be the coal while the boy with his red hair will be the fire-

He opens the case and takes out a black leather suit. After putting on the pants and leather bodysuit Cinna has me put on some high boots with a small heel. Cinna attaches little pieces of coal to my dress which are covered in a thin layer of red glitter which makes the little pieces of coal look like they are glowing.

When I'm done getting dressed, I apply make-up: a little black eyeshadow with glitter, a red shaded eyeliner and a gloss with glitter.

-Now the final touch-

Cinna placed on my head a beautiful diadem with fiery red rubies.

When I can finally look at myself in the mirror I am left speechless.

"I'm beautiful"

The leather clothes bring out every curve of my body, the makeup makes my eyes appear a deeper blue, and the crown highlights the black of my hair. Without even thinking about it I hug Cinna, thanks to him I will be able to get some sponsors and my chances of winning will increase.

-Thank you Cinna, you are saving me-

When I see Alexander I notice that he is dressed similarly to me, but his crown is black.

Our stylists help us get on the bandwagon and wish us good luck.

Around us, there are the other tributes on their chariots: the tributes of district two wear armor that leaves little to the imagination, the tributes of district seven wear clothes made of leaves, the tributes of district nine wear a dress made of a fabric that resembles corn ears...

One by one the floats begin to advance and the crowd begins to applaud. Our wagon starts to move, I turn to look at Cinna and he motions for me to hold my head high and smile.

When spectators see us they shout our names and throw roses at us; I grab one and after kissing it I throw it back to the crowd and everyone tries to catch it.

"They're fighting about me! They care about that rose because I kissed it."

Continue to blow kisses to the crowd and smile until the parade ends and we are taken back to the preparation center.

Our stylists come to meet us, hug us and congratulate us.

Shortly afterwards Effie and Haymitch arrive and after congratulating us they accompany us to the elevators. Above us is the training center and above it are the living quarters of the tributes and their staff. Each district corresponds to a floor, ours is the twelve.

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emmersbacon · 1 year

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u guys needa start writing THG characters x reader like crazy like the aot fandom😭😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

#cato hadley #finnick odair #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #cinna #thg x reader #thg fanfiction #thg fandom

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PRELUDE: atlas cried | ljn

summary | they say your soulmate is your perfect other half—whatever you lack, they have, and whatever they lack, you have. when lee jeno, your academy’s golden boy, approaches you and says you’re his soulmate, you can’t begin to understand how he—rich, gorgeous, never had to work a day in his life—could be the perfect match for you—poor, exhausted, and barely hanging onto the scholarship covering what would be a 65 million won tuition.

genre | high school au (rich boarding school style), soulmate!au, prep!jeno x fem!reader, prep!jaemin & reader (platonic), angst, slow burn, enemies-ish to lovers, kind of academic rivals but in a way that the rivalry is created by other people, im ngl y/n and jeno just don’t like each other

warnings | mentions of abusive parenting, a bit of internalized misogyny (full warnings list tba w/ official posting)

wc | 0.7k

a/n: "atlas cried" is my first full-scale project, i think !! now that i've gotten the hang of things, i think i'm going to try and create something big like this at least four times a year (assuming this blog is long-lasting, hopefully), but consider this my first ever test run :-) i expect the finished product to be around 25k (if i manage to make it that far) but i felt as though a prelude was in order !! i hope you enjoy!

progress log

INSTEAD, HE LEANED OVER to the coffee table in front of you, pushing a small coffee cup towards you. You stared at it for a second, confused and a bit freaked out, but you picked it up nonetheless, thankful he’d thought to get you something warm. He continued to sit in silence, leaving you with a couple of moments to study him thoroughly.

Before today, you’d never really looked at him. Sure, you’d given him a couple of nervous glances, but there was something about Lee Jeno that made you feel inferior. He was the son of a major CEO, one of the biggest conglomerates in all of Korea (and maybe even Asia), somebody you would’ve never even dreamed of meeting three years ago. He was above the rules of the school, above the rules everywhere, dangling his parents’ name and a wad of cash above anyone who tried to tell him no.

His hair was bleached blonde, but it seemed so healthy that you could’ve mistaken it for his natural hair color if you hadn’t known any better. He’d shed all his snow-protectant layers, which were sprawled out along the remainder of the couch next to him. Despite the lack of need for it today, he was dressed in his usual uniform—a black blazer, white turtleneck, and black and green plaid pants—which was a blatant violation of the dress code due to the lack of a polo shirt, but you’d never see him get in trouble for it. He sat with an aura of regality that you could only try and imitate, with his leg lazily crossed over the other and his arm resting on the back of the couch. In his other hand was a cup of coffee like yours, but his was so hot that it was steaming from the lid’s opening.

“I didn’t know your last name until Mark told me,” he finally said, taking a sip of his burning hot coffee. You mimicked his movements, taking a sip from your own, trying to fight off any physical reaction to the bitterness of it.

“What do you mean?”

Jeno sighed, holding up his hand. You stared for a moment, narrowing your eyes in an attempt to make out the small letters on his palm. Then, all too quickly, the truth flooded your mind—the initials on your hand, LJN, and the initials on his, your very own set.

It shocked you so bad that you nearly dropped the cup of coffee. The reveal did nothing to soothe your nerves and, instead, amped up the panic a lot more. Your head spun at the thought, and, while you hated to say it, all you could think about was the negatives.

What would your parents say when they found out your soulmate was Lee Jeno, of all people? The son of a CEO-and-politician, the son of a man who drowned in money, a person who was born rich and would die rich? They’d never leave you alone once finding out, demanding check after check to ensure they never said a word about their relation to the Lees. They’d torment you for the rest of your life, and you’d forever be stuck under their reign of terror, forever their child, forever their moneybag.

On top of that, you’d never have an accomplishment that was fully tied to you again. People would see you as a connection, and they’d give you opportunities based upon that connection rather than based on your natural ability. You’d be respected because of who your soulmate was, not because of who you were, and you’d end up like the women you saw on TV—lifeless dolls with the title of “wife” and nothing else.

You thought meeting your soulmate was supposed to be this fateful encounter under the stars, the moment where you met the one person who would love you most. You expected to be mystified, sent to a world of love and comfort, sent to a world where your problems were nonexistent and the sun was shining and the birds sang tales of love and togetherness. You wanted to feel as though you were being embraced by constellations, struck by Cupid’s arrow as you stared at the person the universe decided was your fateful match.

Instead, you stared at Lee Jeno, and all you could feel was an overwhelming sense of disappointment.

published 08-06-22

(p.s. if anyone wants a taglist for this, just send me an ask and i will add you!! updated taglist will be on the progress log)

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