#[i volunteer as tribute : interactions]

[niuxita21]

Auntie P entering her villain era

[howthesleeplesswander]

Getting to this point had involved plenty of touching on Vincent's part, so clearly the whole "no touching" rule was one-sided (which made sense now that he thought about it, since they couldn't really...do anything if neither of them touched each other). As soon as they'd gotten on the same page about their desires, his partner had practically ripped Rody's shirt off and shoved him into bed, but for someone who'd seemed so eager at first, it was...a little bit weird how pointedly Vincent wasn't touching him now.

The inches between their bodies felt like miles. Even while bestowing bruises among the beauty marks speckling Rody's torso, Vincent hovered (or maybe loomed was a better word) above him so that not a single brush of skin occurred beyond the exploration of those lips.

And like, was he surprised that Vincent was bossy even in this context? Not really. But still—it wasn't fair! There could be way more touching going on right now if he could just use his hands. Why wasn't he allowed to touch, too?

Rody didn't have a clue. The "rule" made no sense, considering what they were doing (...not that he knew what that was even going to be, but that was beside the point—), but he supposed it didn't matter. That was what Vince wanted. And right now, all he wanted was whatever his partner did; whatever would keep this going.

Very good, Rody.

Wait, scratch that—he wanted whatever would make Vincent say that again.

In more than one way, Rody felt more than he heard that murmured praise: in the hot breath over his skin, and the electric tingle that shot up his spine. He bit a divot into the plush of his lower lip and leaned into the hand forging new bruises at his waist. Hardly beyond the realm of innocent, but it was still contact. Being unable to initiate it himself made it all the more potent somehow.

He spent a moment lost in a fantasy of what Vincent's slim waist would feel like to hold, until it was interrupted by his equally enticing voice. Rody blinked at him dumbly. "But you asked me a question...?" A note of bewilderment surfaced through the lustful haze, paired with a little scrunch in his brow. "It'd be rude to just not answer."

@howthesleeplesswander || cont.

So far, Rody was following orders well.

Well enough that Vincent hadn’t needed to resort to certain measures to keep him obedient, though he had the proper materials readily available there in his nightstand if that line was ever crossed . . .

He felt, in the moments after he asked a painfully difficult question, he rather liked that he didn’t need them.

Because he just as much felt the tension in those bedsheets become taut, wrinkles of fabric closest to Vincent’s straddling knees alerting him to the fists forming at Rody’s side—desperate, as needy as the chorus of sounds already tumbling out of those lips—and one clear sentiment came to mind.

“Good.” He breathed the word more than he spoke it, lips tracing a heady heat along Rody’s collarbone. “Very good, Rody.”

Pointedly, Vincent wasn’t allowing any other part of them to touch. He hovered expertly over that frame, legs spread wide enough to leave space between his knees and Rody’s thighs, but not too wide that their hips were pressed together (oh, not yet; that’d be for later). Every single point of contact was supposed to be deliberate, dizzying, driving the man to madness, and already with the way things were going . . . Vincent had no doubt they’d get there. He would push him, tempt him, taunt him, and he’d see—

Just how obedient can you be?

Though somewhat difficult to track in the dim light, Vincent had been charting a course across the constellation of moles flecking his partner’s body: a fascinating, endearing quality that had piqued his interest long before the shirt came off, practically delighted him when he saw it spanning so much more of him. He moved farther down his sternum on that path, the oh-so-fleeting thought of how much he loved the freedom of his own hands passing him as one of those very things couldn’t resist riding the curve of his waist. His palm found that hipbone, and his thumb curled almost possessively into the flesh there inside it.

“But what did I just say about talking . . . ?” Vincent murmured the words into Rody’s chest. “Let your body do all of that for you.” —for fucking once. He cocked his head to flash him a stern look, which was only somewhat marred by a quirk on his mouth. “It’s doing a good enough job of that already.”

[wizzdot]

The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch16

Description: more progress yay!! Ghost sort of admits that he is affected by Laika. We get more sus of Graves.. Rudy feels the same and warns Alejandro- Alejandro recognises us but can’t place us…sorry about the lack of John and Kyle - they’ll be back soon! But “Garrick girl” 🤌🏼 I volunteer as tribute!!!

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

The helicopter lands, I am curled on Johnny's lap, with his hand on the back of my head stroking my hair. He had encouraged my face into his neck to calm me down from the initial upset of the Lieutenant scaring me. I just sort of leave my nose there, seeking comfort from the familiar Alpha. His scent slowly morphs from slightly angry back to the welcoming scent that he usually has over the course of the trip. When we land, he taps my back twice - "C'mon, Lass. Time to get some dinner and go to bed.." I whine, not wanting to leave the warmth and security that he provided.

I eventually stand, rolling my shoulder - it had started to feel better with a bit of rest and the painkillers Rudy had given me. I step to the side, allowing Johnny to lead me in the correct direction. He follows the Mexican bonded pair towards their base. The Lieutenant stays back, walking behind everyone.

Alejandro opens the door for everyone, welcoming us all into his base. He walks towards a large rec-room, filled with dinner tables and men. I notice that half of them are wearing Mexican Special Forces badges and the other half are in all-black outfits with American flags on their arms. The Shadows. I stay quiet while Johnny greets everyone confidently - always an extrovert...

I try to float towards Rudy when I'm stopped by Commander Graves. "Hey you, we meet again. Quiet little thing, aren't ya?" I stare at the ground, nervous to interact with the Alpha. "Hey..look at me!" he says, attempting to sound friendly but, in my opinion, coming across as pushy. Especially when he puts two fingers under my chin and lifts my head so that my eyes meet his gaze.

"You new?" - I nod.

"Where ya' from?" - I narrow my eyes and squint, not quite sure how to answer. I hesitate before responding "Hereford" - not technically a lie. I sort of live in Hereford where the SAS base is..

He raises his eyebrows and nods his head. "argh, we'll break through that shy little exterior of yours, won't we sweets? I'm sure you're nice and soft on the inside.." He teases, winking. My body betrays me by blushing, I turn my head away, making his fingers fall away from under my chin. A shiver goes down my spine, feeling incredibly anxious. I glance around and Johnny is busy socialising with Shadows and Mexican soldiers alike... I can't see any other familiar faces - not even the Lieutenant.

My eyes fall to the food queue - surely no one would bother me if I was just getting some food?!

I walk to the queue, remove a tray from the stack and stand quietly. A group of noisy Shadow soldiers walk behind me. They chat and joke loudly with each other for a couple of minutes. I step forward when the queue moves. I feel the group behind me move, but this time they stop closer to me than they had been before. "Well well well" one of them drawls from behind my shoulder.

Don't turn around. They might not be talking to you.

I face forward, tense and anxious. The same Alpha clears his throat from behind me, obviously pissed that I was ignoring them. I feel a rough hand on the back of my neck, turning me around and holding me there. "Look what we've got boys! The 141 brought their bunny with them!! D'ya think they want to share her?!"

I whine but can't do anything. The wanker had scruffed me! Scruffing was reserved for disobedient Omegas.

*Ghost's POV*

I leave the girl with Johnny, while I go off to find a toilet. I was desperate for a piss. On my return, I glance around the large room. I quickly spot Johnny socialising and playing cards with other soldiers. Of course he was..

But the girl - where was she?! My eyes dart around and I see her in the queue for food. Just as I'm about to turn, having seen that she is still there, the Alpha's hand curls around her scruff and pulls her around to face him. My legs move before my brain can even process what was happening. I wrap my arm around her waist from behind and pull her into my side, quickly sending a decent right hook to the fucker's face. The group around him all gasp and the smirks on their faces drop.

"Fuckin' touch her again and I'll cut your fuckin' hands off" - she is clutching my hoodie, it feels like she is hyperventilating again. Fuck sake, Johnny! I kick the Alpha who had scruffed her in the ribs just for good measure. He grunts and coughs.

"Is that fuckin' understood?" I bark at them. I hear a chorus of 'Yessirs' and 'Yes, Lieutenant, sir', satisfied I move to leave, but the girl clings to me. I sigh, realising that I had accidentally began to massage her scent glands where that fuckin' Alpha had scruffed her. She relaxes into me...

*Johnny's POV*

I turn round when I hear the sound of a tray hitting the floor. I don't expect to see my Alpha holding the girl tenderly under his arm while laying out one of the Shadow soldiers. I excuse myself from the card game with a tight lipped smile. I jog over to Simon and grab his shoulder from behind. Big mistake Johnny!

He turns abruptly with his fist raised, ready to wallop me one. I hold both hands up to submit to him. "Steady, big guy.. s'just me.." I whisper, trying to calm him down. He just growls at me.. ohhh he was pissed..

"Thought I told you to fuckin' watch her, Johnny?!" He growls in an accusatory manner. I feel guilty.. "Sorry Alpha.. I thought she was with me.. I didn't realise she had gone to get food.."

"She got fuckin' scruffed by that bell-end, Johnny, you can't take chances like that.." he grumbles. I see her small hands squeeze Simon's side, through his hoodie. I know that the situation isn't exactly ideal but I'll stick my head on the line and call this progress..

"I'm going to take her over there" Simon nods to the corner "get her some food and bring it over.." he orders me. I nod, wanting to make up for my earlier stupidity. Before Simon moves, I tap her on her elbow trying to get her attention.

"Lass, it's just me.. what did you want to eat..?" - "nothin' not hungry.." she murmurs sadly.. - "Just get a bit of everything Johnny, we can eat what she doesn't.." Simon replies.

I nod and walk to the front of the queue plating up all the food options into several bowls.

Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

I feel so safe, which is weird. I've spent the past week being terrified of the Lieutenant, but now I feel totally safe wrapped in his arms. I try to tell myself that it's just because he didn't want to take me back to the others hurt or traumatized. I was his responsibility, after all.

Ghost slowly unwraps me from his arm and gently ushers me to the back corner of the room. I still can't read his face due to the mask, but I swear that his eyes look...softer.

He walks behind me, with his hand just hovering over my lower back, not actually touching me..

I sit quietly on the chair that he pulls out for me and begin to wring my hands and bite my nails. My eyes snap to his when he tutts at me and shakes his head. Something in me tells me to drop my hands and sit quietly. He narrows his eyes at my reaction. "Don't bite your nails - s'a bad habit" he grunts at me. I look between his two eyes, trying to imagine his face behind his mask. His scent exudes strength and power - and a newer thing that I've only just started picking up - safety..

Johnny breaks our weird staring contest by arriving back to the table with a huge selection of food. He clangs cutlery to the table and sits next to me. He rubs my back gently, whispering how sorry he was. That confuses me though - it wasn't Johnny's fault.. why was he apologising?! I glance at him with furrowed brows and he mistakes my expression for anger or annoyance directed at him, "No, lassie, please dinnae look at me like that.. yer breakin' my heart!" he whines.. I furrow my brow more before the Lieutenant helpfully interjects "Laika.. he thinks your pissed at him - fix your face.."

My eyes snap to Ghost's again before turning back to Johnny. "I - I don't know why you're apologising.." I admit.

"Well I took my eyes off you, didn't I? And you ended up gettin' scruffed by that fuckin' wanker.. that's why, Lass.."

"But that was my fault.. scruffing is reserved as a punishment for disobedient Omega's and in special situations, to ground a panicked or feral Omega.." I quote from the presentation and puberty manual we had all read back in school..

"No lass, he dinnae even ken if you're an Omega or Beta.. remember we cannae scent you, yet? Not until the suppressant drugs leave your system and you actually present as whatever you turn out to be.. I know LT thinks that..." - "JOHNNY..." Ghost barks as a warning and Johnny shuts up quickly. I look between both of them, confused.

"Ghost thinks what..?" I continue, feeling bold for once. I eventually bring my eyes to meet the Lieutenant's gaze. "Nothin' that matters" he grunts.

I scoff, "You think what, Lieutenant...?" I ask again, wanting to know. Brave girl, pushing an Alpha like this... my inner voice whispers nervously.

He tilts his head slightly at my determination. "Awkt, it's nothin' Lass.. I shouldn't have mentioned anythin'.." Johnny tries to brush his little slip up under the rug.

"No, Johnny.. I want to know.. I - I deserve to know... don't I?" my lip wobbles, genuinely feeling anxious but my bitch of an inner voice laughs manipulative little bitch.

*Ghost's POV*

Her fuckin' lip wobbles. Don't cry again. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"You're an Omega" I say plainly.

She freezes, Good job, Simon. Nothin' like sugar coating it..

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

"You're an Omega" he says.

My eyes widen and I go stiff. "Wh-what..? The Captain - John.. John said the tests were inconclusive.. It wasn't for certain..."

"You're an Omega, didn't need tested.."

"What- what do you mean..?"

"Your scent. As soon as Johnny found you.. your scent is Omega. I don't know why I can smell it.. but I've smelt you from day one. Sent me into a fuckin' unexpected pre-rut".

I gulp and look away. "S-sorry" - "S'fine, managed to control it.."

"But.. but the test results said tha...." - "Fuck the test results.."

I shut up and look at the food in front of me. Johnny holds out a spoonful of something, as if he was trying to hand feed me. I roll my eyes and shake my head, picking up my own spoon.

I may be useless and a liability, but I could at least fucking feed myself..

I stubbornly take a spoonful of the stew looking stuff and swallow it. Fuck it was hot! I try to blow the steam from my mouth but resort to fanning my mouth rapidly. Johnny laughs and slaps his knee and to my surprise, even the Lieutenant grunts a small laugh.

"S'not funny.."

"Aye it is, lass" Johnny continues.

"I want to go to sleep" I say, crossing my arms, trying to be in a huff with the pair.

"Now, girl, what's with the mood?" the Lieutenant asks. "S'not a mood". I snap quietly.

"Eat some food and then we will ask Alejandro and Rodolfo where the room is" he orders me, gently - knowing that I have an in-built need to obey orders.

I obey, but make a big show of sighing and looking annoyed while doing it. Johnny just laughs at me under his breath.

I suddenly cough when I realise "Wh-what do you mean 'room'..?"

"Where we will stay" he replies harshly, as if it was obvious.

"Room. As in Roo M? Just one..?" - "Yes - the Captain requested you stay with us. Safer if you have any more nightmares. We can set up a nice cosy cupboard for you if you'd prefer?" he teases me cruelly.

"Rudy said.. no, that's not true! Rudy said that John had called ahead and asked that I was made comfortable.. nothing about sharing a room.. Rudy would have said!"

"You callin' me a liar, girl? Coz' you know Rudy so well all of a sudden, huh..?" Ghost growls. I shrink slightly at his tone. I was pushing his buttons now.

"Rudy knows that you are staying with the 141 pack - if you'd prefer, I'll stay outside" he adds in a softer tone, this time. My stomach sinks. Why would I want that?! Oh yeah... I'm scared of him.. aren't I??

Rudy and Alejandro appear then, Rudy with a knowing smirk on his face. I narrow my eyes at the meddling Omega. Alejandro watches the interaction suspiciously.

*Alejandro's POV*

There was something strange about this girl. Rudy had already told me he thinks that she is an Omega. But.. I recognize her. From where? I don't know. I tell Rudy and he looks confused. He tells me to think on it overnight.. always the voice of reason. My smart Omega.

Rudy seems to trust her, says she is harmless and shy, needs friends. I'm happy to put my trust in him, he is rarely wrong about people. What is weighing heavier on my mind is that Rudy has also mentioned that he isn't hugely keen on the Americans.

I tell him that they provided good air support for us today. He just shrugs and says "there is just something about them, Alpha - be cautious please.."

I promise him that I will be cautious of the Americans, if he will remain cautious with the Garrick girl...

He agrees.

[no-gorms]

Omega Tony Stark getting baby fever later in life (at a similar time to Canon!Tony I guess so mid to late 40’s and let’s pretend there was no CW and the team is still all friends together*). And he never wanted kids before, in fact the very idea made him shudder! (à la IM3). Plus he resent the stereotype of “baby crazy omega” being foisted on him in his youth and fought HARD against it until the public all agreed with him, thank god Tony Stark never had kids.

but then he starts interacting with Peter and he’s getting more into mentoring and he’s been having these dreams of little babies with his eyes…

And like, he knows his body has been thru the wringer even BEFORE the reactor and he hasn’t been gentle since. And he’s been single for years now so it’s not like he has a partner to help him get the job done…

So good thing he has a team! And what luck, he’s besties with some demi-gods and super soldiers and wizards, at least one of them should help cheat biology a bit. And miraculously he’s still getting heats! Inconsistent ones yeah but still, doesn’t hurt to try! better get a move on, the biological clock is ticking!!!

And so he calls a team meeting and asks very sweetly for any volunteers, and Alphas or Beta’s for something like a sperm donor, but if they wanna be part of the little nugget’s life Tony is down with that! Be it cool uncle or full co-parent it’s all gravy. And speaking of gravy

(Yes Tony swung this hypothetical talk by HR and they “highly recommended against it but it isn’t technically illegal…” (thanks to archaic omega laws) so he took that go ahead and ran)

And wouldn’t you know it? Ever since Steve told Tony about his parents and Bucky and some…heated disagreements about the team and politics there’s been some polite distance between them. And during this distance Steve of course realized he had feeling for Tony (king of waiting to long over here) and has been pining every since…

…so maybe that’s why Steve stands up and essentially, loudly, volunteers as tribute, talking loudly over like say Thor who was clearly about to also agree.

Does Tony accept this outright or does shenanigans happen where like, Thor challenges Steve to some kind of contest for the privilege. Or that Tony was gonna leave it up to people to donate anonymously or something but Steve just jumped in feet first

What happens next? Do they try turkey baster style first or is it a known fact in the Omegaverse that the “old fashioned way” is the most effective (blah blah special pheromones thru touch/heat/ancient breeding magic blah blah). Does Steve wanna go full co-parent? Do they start dating DURING the “attempts”? While Tony is preggers?? After the baby gets here???

(preggers!Tony fretting about what to wear on their first date while just SO VERY pregnant is hilarious to me.)

*Or if you wanna go full angst CW DOES happen but the team was able to come together and defeat Thanos and now they are technically all together and friends again but there are ~*~tensions~*~ and (TヘT) …distance~*~ + pining

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Lol well that's a fun scenario! I don't think Thor would challenge Steve for the honour, but he might see the determined glint in Steve's eye and think to himself, ah what fun! And make a show of trying to convince Tony that he's a better prospect than Steve, arguing about Asgardian genes and the ease of the pregnancies in Thor's family, meanwhile Steve is getting redder and redder in the face, but anyway Tony's like, actually I don't want my kid to suddenly start levitating or whatever magic nonsense you guys get up to, so Steve it is!

Steve would probably suggest the turkey baster (lol) insemination for Tony's ease but it doesn't take and Tony gets anxious because of super soldier swimmers are struggling with Tony's slightly(!) aging self then he might really have a problem so ANYWAY would Steve be up for going the traditional way?

Yes. Yes, Steve would. Anyway it's the best sex Tony's had in his life and he's just like, okay, what was that. Maybe... they can go again just to make sure. A third time, just to be REALLY sure. Then oh he's pregnant so. uh..... that's good. Good job, Steve. Thnx~

But intimacy is what it is and the spectacular sex may have addled Tony's brain because he's totally fine with Steve fussing around him, and asking very politely if he can be part of the child's life and will Tony allow him to take care of Tony during this time? With foot rubs and making drinks for him and fetching hot water bottles and calming Tony down whenever Tony has an attack of the doubts, and so on?

Then Steve is so focused on giving Tony everything he wants and anticipating his every need to make sure the pregnancy goes as smooth as possible, that he misses that Tony is having a slowly-unraveling meltdown under Steve's glorious attention.

I see your possible date while Tony is heavily pregnant, but also I think it would be hilarious if Tony is so determined not to lose focus on the baby, because his priorities have to change with this gift he is bringing into the world and there's no energy left over to do something about developing feelings for Steve (never mind that Tony is king as multitasking)...

But at the very last minute when Steve has sent Tony to the hospital and they're prepping for Tony's c-section, and Tony has another flash of fear for the soon-changing future, and grabs Steve for a big ol' smooch. Steve is shocked, but smooches back. Then Tony gets rolled out to the OR.

[mary-dreamy]

I JUST GOT AN IDEA FOR A SKK HUNGER GAMES FIC SOMEONE STOP ME BEFORE I WRITE IT PLS

Like imagine skk being both from district 12. Chuuya is the younger brother of former victor Verlaine and uses his position to help the Sheep, to give them food and whatnot.

Dazai is an orphan in 12 and survives by stealing from whoever he can, he's cunning like that.

They know of each other but they have never interacted UNTIL THE REAPING OF THE 74TH GAMES!!!!

Shirase is picked and Chuuya volunteers in his place without thinking and, well, Dazai is picked next and well would you look at that?

Anyway, we have mentor Verlaine, we have Rimbaud as Effie, we have skk "hating" each other at first sight and promising to kill each other first in the arena *dreamy sigh*

I'm thinking the Flags as other tributes, Mori as President Snow, and you can figure out the rest...

I WANNA WRITE IT BUT I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF EXAMS I'M SUFFERING

[cybertron-after-dark]

More questionable tfa headcanons

-Bumblebee and Bulkhead do impressions of Optimus behind his back. Bulkhead actually feels kinda bad about it but that does not stop him. Prowl is not immune to joining in. OP still hasn't caught them.

-Optimus really wants to adopt a dog once he's positive he could adequately take care of one. He loves the idea of keeping a big grey one and naming him Silverbolt, after Silverbolt Major from the great war. It just feels right.

-Starscream will never admit to listening to the dumb sound patterns humans call music, but in private he's a swiftie, and he WILL sing shake it off if nobody's watching.

-Lugnut bakes in his off time, and he keeps trying to spoil Megatron with little treats, as his grand and glorious master deserves little gifts and tributes whenever Lugnut can give them. Sadly, Megatron doesn't actually have much of a sweet tooth so most of Lugnut's edible gifts get passed off to someone else.

-you know that bit in the Allspark almanac where Lugnut is bitching about earth sports and the Tigatron stadium? He has such strong feelings because Blitzwing loves that shit and keeps trying to rope Lugnut into playing. For Blitzwing, it reminds him of his gladiator days, it's a way to have fun and reminisce without killing someone. For Lugnut, it can't compare, it's kinda just a watered down, wussified version of real gladiatorial combat.

-upon discovering ytps, both bumblebee and bulkhead trained their voice synthesizers to be able to mimic the edited sounds. Sometimes they'll use it in the middle of a fight as a sort of secret code so the cons can't pick up on what they're planning to counter it. Optimus has mixed feelings. He doesn't understand what the hell they're saying like 90% of the time, and he recognizes this isn't proper military strategy, but he can't argue with the results. At least they're sort of taking the fights seriously?

-Blitzwing and Blackarachnia fucking hate each other but Megatron frowns upon infighting, so instead of constant violence, they've sort of settled on an escalating cold war of inconveniences and irritants. Neither of them can throw a punch, or set anything up that would result in actual injury, but immobilizing via ice or webs is fine, provided it doesn't affect tactical matters. Blitzwing constantly freezes the locks on BA's door, BA spikes Blitzwing's energon with cyber venom, pretty much anything that could qualify as day ruining. The worst was when Blitzwing covered BA with electronic paint and turned her into a walking rainbow all day.

-prowl wants to volunteer at animal shelters but he's a bit too big to fit in most of the buildings

-both shockwave and starscream are horrible liars but Megatron is terrible at picking up when someone's lying, so starscream's scheming went unnoticed for years and shockwave was sent in as a spy with full confidence that he wouldn't blow his cover.

-ratchet and optimus have been teaching Sari bits of cybertronian. Optimus teaches her the more formal aspects of the language, given there's a high chance she'll be interacting with Ultra Magnus, the guilds domesticus, and other high ranking autobots that warrant a more formal address. Ratchet (Mr "don't call me sir, I work for a living") teaches her more day to day, informal cybertronian. And swears. He teaches her pretty much all the swears.

-when Sari moved in, Optimus learned to cook so she wouldn't have to live off fast food from the burger bot. Which was hell for the big guy because why in primus's name is human fuel so complicated? He used to think sugar was pretty much an energon equivalent, cut and dry. He was wrong. He was so wrong. OP usually has Sari help him out because he cant exactly taste it to make sure it's, you know, actually edible.

-Prowl loves animals and the natural parts of earth with all his spark, but man are some parts of it brutal. When he learned what a parasitoid wasp was he couldn't sleep for days.

-bulkhead actually wants to go to a human art college once the war's over. Maybe not full time but he definitely wants to pick up some classes and learn what he can. Once he gets good enough, he wants to bring that knowledge back to Cybertron and see what other bots do with it.

-Optimus has a collection of skeezy romance novels. The equivalent on Cybertron is kind of an obscure rarity, only really sold in the seediest of places, so he couldn't really believe how easy it was to find smut like that on Earth. The intrinsic human fleshiness of the book characters always weirds him out just a bit, but not enough to ruin it for him. It's not really the pornographic aspect he's interested in, after all, it's the romantic aspect. He keeps his digital stash double encrypted in his datatrax, because he knows if anyone found it (cough cough bumblebee cough) he'd never hear the end of it.

-giving Blitzwing internet access was a mistake. Now he knows what memes are and random has been making that every other decepticon's problem since he found out. Megatron has to constantly guess whether what would normally be a standard Blitzwing non sequitur is actually a setup for Megatron to get laughed at by the entire human internet. He's fallen for updog, he's fallen for Ligma, he will NOT be caught slipping again.

-while he was undercover, once a week, shockwave would call Megatron and complain over a few barrels of oil about what kind of stupid slag his pompous idiot crankshaft coworkers would pull. One of the few autobot names Megatron could remember was Sentinel Prime, solely from the long list of transgressions Shockwave has drunkenly recounted.

-Soundwave hates most humans but he's decided that a few specific bands whose music he likes will be spared when the revolution comes, inferior as they may be.

-Prowl sends jazz earth music sometimes. It's pretty much blown Jazz's mind because most of the music on Cybertron is propaganda songs. He's not really used to songs about things other than war heroes, or even songs with no words at all. Just music for its own sake.

-Sentinel Prime's only friend is Cliffjumper and Cliffjumper only hangs out with him for brown nosing sycophantic reasons, not because he actually likes the guy.

-Ultra Magnus knows he's a corrupt bastard. He doesn't lose sleep over it, as long as his public image is good.

[the-sun-and-the-sea]

hello! i hope you don’t mind me hopping in your ask box with Time Travel Thoughts- how do you think finnick and annie would fare in the 10th hunger games?

somehow, they’re in younger (reaping age) bodies and selected as tributes. they both know what the games are like in their times, but it’s different in such a (comparatively) small arena and capitol mentors. also, how do you think finnick and annie might interact with persephone and festus?

Hey backpacks! I don't mind at all, this is a great question!

I don't know if you meant that canon Annie and Finnick (ages 23/24) are the ones who time travel or if they time travel as they were when they were reaped/volunteered. I'm going to choose the second one for the sake of simplicity but I think they're both super interesting concepts!

Ok if we keep the same mentor arrangement from ballad, Festus would be with Annie and Persephone would be with Finnick. Honestly the Festus and Annie dynamic is not something that I've ever thought about but it's so funny to me now! Annie (in my head) is a career who has trained her whole life for the Games. She knows every arena, every victor, everything there is to know about the Games. So I think she'd be really put off by Festus trying to tell her what to do as if she doesn't know what she's talking about. (Although Festus would probably be glad to have someone who wants to win, even if they wouldn't get along).

I think the Finnick and Persephone dynamic would be really similar to her dynamic with Mizzen, since Finnick is only fourteen. He's a career in the sense that he trained, but he was reaped before he was ready. I think Finnick and Persephone would really get along. Finnick, even at fourteen, is very perceptive, and I think he would recognize the severity of his situation and the need for allies, however he can find them. So I think he'd see that Persephone's kindness is genuine and decide to work with her, and from there I think they have the potential to become friends.

Unfortunately I think Finnick's victory hinged a lot on how the Games worked at the time. Not only did he have Capitol sponsors who were pulling for him, he used his age to fly under the radar and let the older kids who volunteered commandeer the attention until he got his trident. In the 10th Games, when nobody volunteered, he's just another unlucky kid. He could probably appeal to the sponsors, but at that point in the Capitol, I don't think anyone's sending tridents. He has a decent chance because of his training, but he's not winning this one.

Annie has a much better chance. She's eighteen, strong, and has a decade of training to back her up. I think she'd be one of the strongest competitors in that arena, and even if Festus doesn't care about her, he cares about winning for his own sake. I'm not sure how the Capitol would react to Annie's competency in the arena. Obviously in her time they enjoyed seeing initiative like that, but in the 10th Games, they might be put off by her enthusiasm.

Finally, the 10th Games are so much more primitive and don't hide their brutality like they do in the original trilogy. This could mess with either of their minds and disorient or further traumatize them. They trained for the Games as they are in the 60s/70s, not for whatever the 10th Games are. It's a very different situation that they may not be equipped to handle. But who knows? Maybe they learn about the evolution of the Games at the Academy, or maybe Mags told them about her arena experience!

Thanks again backpacks, this was so fun to think about! Also if anyone else has thoughts on this, feel free to share! <3

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The Winner Takes It All

Episode 1

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: The Hunger Games reaping. Canon typical angst. Reader has a speech impediment.

Chapter Summary: Lukas Artanhour is your best friend since childhood who makes the worst decision of his life when he volunteers as tribute for the 71st annual hunger games... Luckily, he won't be going alone, and you didn't even have to volunteer.

Word Count: 2.8k

Don't be detered by the OC in this chapter, he is just someone I made up to make the hunger games more emotional of an event 🙃

The representative from the Capitol being the same every year was almost a comforting sort of repetition through the years, but compared to the annual tradition it surrounded, you were hardly relaxed at seeing him make his dazzling appearance. A new outfit every year, made from the finest fabrics and silks that eight had to offer… And you wore the same green top and skirt. At least this year there were seashells. 

“Good afternoon, District Four!” His shout of happiness was hardly felt by any who stood here in this gathering. “There’s nothing like being here, amongst the beautiful waters and sandy beaches.”

It’s cold and windy down by the docks, with the sand getting kicked up from time to time. District Four is one of the most beautiful places in all of Panem, and it’s known, as all districts are, for its main production to the Capitol. Fish. 

The people here are wealthier than most in the districts, a close third in rank to both one and two, who reign supremely amongst the favorites. The Hunger Games have obviously played a serious part in all of that. Four being a career district meant that the Capitol goers were far more likely to invest. Careers are the favorites, no matter which district they come from. 

The reaping is today, and you don’t want to think about it. It is why you arrive at your work station an hour before you need to be there. You’ve spent years of your life down here by the docks, whether it was waiting for your father’s boat to return, or your friend to bring you the boxes that needed to be loaded onto Capitol trucks. You’re a mover, it’s your job. It doesn’t pay well, because the real money is in fishing, but you wouldn’t dare go out on a boat. 

“You’re early,” Lukas nearly spooks you, smiling after watching you jump from surprise. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s r-reaping day. I couldn’t s-sleep.”

He was used to the skip and stutter of your words, un-phasing him as you spoke each one. 

“I get it. My mom keeps hounding me about it. Every year I grow taller, stronger, she tells me I could win,” he sat down next to you in the sand, handing you a shell he found on his way here. “Another for the collection.”

“Thanks,” you took it gratefully, placing it in your pocket for safekeeping until later. You journeyed back to his previous words, what he meant by them. “Does your mother w-wish you’d gone through the career program?”

He shrugged, looking out into the sea, his mind just as full of indecent thoughts as yours. 

“I’m not sure what she wants. Ever since dad died she’s just been… different.”

“My parents have s-said, if it ever gets t-too bad, you c-can always stay with us.”

He nods, his appreciation shown through a single sideways glance. He knows he has places to go, he knows that there are others that are willing to treat him as a son should be treated, but he wants his own mother to do it. He longs for the woman she once was, and hopes if he can make her proud enough, maybe she will be that way again. 

“I’ll think about it,” he said, but he’d been saying that for the past year. 

So far, you’d learned she’d been hitting him, been yelling and screaming about how he would never measure up to his father. You never saw these interactions of course, because if you had you may have broken down for him, your friend of eleven years. In school, he was the only one who would talk to you, the only person who ever gave a damn about the girl with the stutter. He defended you when they made fun of you left and right, for nearly everything they thought was wrong with you.

“You s-shouldn’t listen to her,” you shook your head, the waves crashing on the shoreline several yards down. It was the only thing that would remain peaceful about today, when later on two children would be hauled off and expected to fight or die. “She isn’t in her r-right mind anymore.”

“I know that.” 

He agrees, he knows. He is well aware that her mind slipped maybe even before her husband died. She had been driving him to the long hours that he’d worked, and eventually made him work out on a ship during a storm. The boat sinking was just fan to the flame of her deteriorating mental state. 

He picked up a rock from the sand a few feet over, standing up and tossing it to skip over the water before it began to wash on the shore. He gave you a hand to your feet, pulling you up until you were steady. 

“Boat leaves in a few minutes, I’ll see you when we get back,” he said, turning on his heel in the sand. You nodded at him before he walked off, into the working hours of the day. You shouldn’t even be here for another hour. You know that they’ll be gone for two or more and you don’t need that long to prep the boxes. But you can’t sleep. 

-

Lukas returned to the docks with a much better mindset. The water always made him feel serene. He came to land, lugging the giant nets tied together to keep the fish from falling out. Today’s catch was good as any other, and the songs the boys sang on board nearly made him forget everything else. 

“Salmon are catching like crazy this time of year,” he muttered, meeting you halfway to help you untie the knots and start packing the boxes. “Thinking I might sneak one home if there’s extra. You probably can, too.”

“I’ll t-try. My pa could use s-something more to eat.”

He weeded through all the skimpy ones, pulling the biggest catches out first and laying them sideways in the boxes, filling the middles with ice before adding another layer. It was the same thing everyday, but he never tired of it. He was content to live the life of a district four fisherman, and he was good at it. 

“How’s his arm doing?” He asked, since you’d brought up your father. 

He’d broken it in a rigging accident about two months ago, and the slow healing process was not doing your family any favors. You’d been hungry several times, so obviously extreme measures had to be taken. You won’t think about that right now, though.

“Not any better, n-not any worse.” The fish box was nearly packed, but you paused to think for a moment. “Maybe I s-should try and catch. It pays a lot m-more, and we could use the money.”

He grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you to face him. 

“You’d be scared to death. If your family needs some money, I can help out. It’s the least I can do when they offer me free lodging,” he half joked, completely serious in all aspects about the help with financial assistance. 

“Lodging that y-you’ve never taken.”

“Listen, I’m happy to help if you need me to. Especially with your brother, now,” he mentioned, making you think about the sweet little sleeping face you’d passed by on the way out of your home. Your baby brother, born not a year ago. You hated the idea of him growing up hungry, or having to start work early in his life like you did. 

“Well, t-thank you. I’ll think about it.”

He shook his head, seeing as how you quoted him from all the times your family offered him help before. 

He waved you off when you finished stacking the prepared boxes onto your slab dolly, tilting it back and beginning to push it towards the truck that pulled in not too long ago. It was a steep climb, up the ramp from the docks and onto the street, but it made you quite strong over the years. That and all the heavy lifting, becoming easier with every twenty by thirty of fish. 

Lukas would be taking off early today, as would most of the other boys of age. You would be heading home after loading this shipment as it were. You had to shower, had to clean up your hair and skin and make yourself presentable for the reaping. 

You opened the back of the truck, tossing the boxes up one at a time, before climbing into it and stacking them neatly in one of the four corners. You always managed to obtain a single splinter from every shipment loaded, but luckily today’s wasn't too bad, you could probably dig it out with a small pin. 

Later in the day, your mother gave you a solemn smile as you walked out the door, having just been readied and dressed in your best clothes. Even in a wealthier district, they still had mended holes in the bottom of your skirt. That’s the sad thing about every district. Even amongst the wealthier ones, there’s still poverty that simply cannot be helped. The Capitol's greed and thirst for luxury, needing every little thing that life has to offer at their beck and call. You can’t even imagine what it’s like in places like eight or twelve. Places where food is not the primary cultivation of the people. 

It was light green, your outfit. It had white seashells on the waist of the top, and a few along the edge of the skirt as well. They hadn’t always been there, but you insisted they should be. You didn’t really have much else of a use for all the shells you stole from the sands of the shoreline. You hated wearing the same outfit to this single event every year. You hardly wore it any other time, which made a distaste for it grow every time it came out of your closet. 

The way your mother did your hair was simple. A single french braid down the back of your head, tied off with a light green ribbon to match everything else. She watched how it fell a bit looser with every step you took, making your way across the streets and into the city’s center. It’s your last year, and having avoided every year before, you know you should feel a semblance of relief, but you don’t. 

Your mother waits for the peacekeeper behind a stand to check your name off a list before she parts with you, hugging you tightly one last time and allowing you to kiss the head of the baby on her hip. He’s primarily the reason you remain so nervous. Even if your name doesn’t get called, his could be, someday.

You line up in an open space, next to the last girl that checked in. She wasn’t in your row last year, you would have remembered her. She was pretty, with blue eyes and dark raven hair. Her skin was tanned like most in four, but had a certain glow about it. She’s too pretty to be reaped, you thought. It didn’t make a difference, though. As you stared head on to the bowl on the stage, centered in front of the girl’s side, you got tense. Your name is in there six times this year. That’s three more than last year, and five more than the year before. 

Someone could still volunteer. But the career program had not made mention of producing a female tribute this year. It all depended on the luck of today’s draw. For all you knew, your name would be surpassed by someone else. There were other poverty stricken areas in four besides yours, and it made sense that somebody else could have been hungry enough to outgo you. 

You looked around to the boy's side. Lukas was there, and further up in the rows. He must have gotten here quickly after leaving the docks. His face was sullen, and something had changed, but you were unsure of what it was. When he looked around, you almost thought he’d been looking for somebody, but his expression told a far different story. 

The last few children in the line were filing in, and the musical fanfare blasted through the speakers by the stage. You were grateful not to be so close to those this year. 

The representative from the Capitol being the same every year was almost a comforting sort of repetition through the years, but compared to the annual tradition it surrounded, you were hardly relaxed at seeing him make his dazzling appearance. A new outfit every year, made from the finest fabrics and silks that eight had to offer… And you wore the same green top and skirt. At least this year there were seashells. 

“Good afternoon, District Four!” His shout of happiness was hardly felt by any who stood here in this gathering. “There’s nothing like being here, amongst the beautiful waters and sandy beaches.”

His rabble was boring, and nearly the same as it was last time. The anticipation was killing just about every girl and boy in this crowd, knowing there were no careers at the ready this year. It was always easier to rest at night while knowing if your name was called, another courageous youngster would step in to take your place. 

“I’m so excited to be back and reaping this year’s tributes for the 71st annual Hunger Games!” 

There was a surge of excitement coming from the sidelines, and it was only now that you looked past the blockades to see that there were actual Capitol civilians standing there this year. How nice, some onlookers for when an innocent child gets sent away to their death. Absolutely wonderful. You looked on past them, towards the victors standing close by. They seemed anxious as well, the old woman holding one fist to her mouth while the other clutched her chest. She rocked back and forth on her heels, and had to take a step every few seconds to keep from becoming too restless. The young man was stiff, his arms behind his back and every muscle in his body tense as a board. His eyeline never left the bowls on the stage. They went through this once, too.

When you refocused on the man at the microphone, your heart beat rapidly. He was approaching the boy’s side of the stage. 

After a small flourish of his hand, the Capitol rep stuck his hand into the glass, two papers in his hand before he dropped one. The dropped paper’s namesake got immensely lucky this year. 

“Harley Miggsen,” he read the paper, but before the peacekeepers had a shot at cornering the poor fourteen year old kid, with his eyes wide in horror, another voice spoke up. 

“I volunteer.” 

Your head snapped to Lukas, his hand raised high in the air. Murmurs started almost immediately about how everyone thought there weren’t any careers prepared. They spoke softly and wondered if there would be a career for the girls, too. Lukas isn’t a career, why would he do this?

“I… guess we have a volunteer,” the man at the mic clapped his hand, watching the young man getting ushered up the stairs to stand beside him on the stage. “What’s your name, son?” 

“Lukas Artanhour, sir.”

“Lukas Artanhour, everyone!” He raised his hand as to signal applause from the capitol guests, and they cheered, happy to see that there was now a potential victor as opposed to that poor boy from before. “Now for the ladies.”

You spared a glance at the victors once more, and they looked even more on edge for this pick than the last. Female victors were obviously more rare in every district, so getting a decent tribute that wouldn’t die right away was probably preferable. You couldn’t imagine all the people they’ve tried and failed to save over the years. The young man won only six years ago, but with no other victors since, that means he’s gone through twelve tributes. All dead, all gone. 

Your mind had been momentarily distracted, or at least it had been until the next name came over the loudspeakers. 

“Mercedes Blythe.” 

It almost didn’t register. 

It almost went in one ear and out the other.

It almost was paid no mind or attention…

But that is your name, and you’ve heard it said a million times since you were a baby. Not once did it ever sound like that, though. 

You stood still until you realized there were peacekeepers on their way to grab you. 

It was slow, the way you took steady steps from your row towards the stage. You couldn’t be rushed even if they tried to make you. You could only look at the ground. You didn’t want to chance looking up and seeing your mother past the blockades. God only knows what she’s thinking and feeling right now. After everything bad happens to a family, the mother of that family should not have to wonder whether her child will live or be killed in an arena. 

You finally looked up when you got to the stairs, meeting Lukas’ eyes first, and seeing they were sad and full of pity. You stood beside the Capitol rep on the other side, allowing him to raise your hands together while the tears finally welled up in your eyes. The delay in your mind was the only one to blame for that. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, district four’s tributes!”

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[dibidibidismynameisleeknow]

The First Snow

Pairing: Doyoung x (afab) Reader. Non-idol AU

Synopsis: Christmas themed fake dating.

Characters: Doyoung (of course), roommate Mark and acquaintance Yuta (he's a menace)

Warnings: None. It's all fluff, few swears, maybe angst if you squint, sexual innuendos. No smut, but I'm still uncomfortable with minors interacting.

AN: I'm in my Doyoung era. Word count is 6606. Shout out to my moots for proof reading the fic and the motivation.

I have company over. Hope your date goes well!

Sounds good, thanks for the heads up Mark, and I hope so too.

The company better not be Haechan and Jaemin

Nope, they are taking their ban very seriously

I still haven’t forgiven them for breaking my coffee table

‘One more walk around the block’ you thought to yourself. Thankfully there was still a bit of light and it hadn’t gotten too chilly, although that wouldn’t last long with winter slowly approaching. 

You recently decided to work on your social skills and start dating, but tonight hasn't gone the greatest. It wasn’t the worst date you’ve ever had, but there was no chance of a second one. Aside from him being late, there was no spark, the conversations were dry, there was no way it was going anywhere. So, instead of just going home early, a walk around the block with you as your own company was exactly what you needed. You weren’t hopeless and giving up on love, you were just tired, so very tired.

Mark had offered in the past to set you up with one of his friends, you weren’t sure who he had in mind but you did know that Yuta was not an option, something about being too flirty and just not what you’re looking for. At this point, you might take him up on that offer. Mark is a great guy, so you trusted his judgement, the idea was starting to get tempting. 

“Mark, I’ll take you up on that offer!” You called out, as you stepped into your shared apartment, kicking off your shoes. “Set me up with one of your friends!”

“I volunteer as tribute!” An unfamiliar voice called out, reminding you of your message from Mark. Right, company. 

“Yuta, knock it off!” another voice scolded.

You slowly tried to make your way past the company you embarrassed yourself in front of, but were halted when you nearly bumped into one of Mark’s friends. Doyoung, maybe? His hair was different, shorter and black, instead of the dark blue you saw in photos on Mark’s instagram. You’ve sort of met in passing due to sharing Mark as a mutual friend, but you two always seemed to just pass by each other. If there was an opportunity of being around him you always found a way to make yourself seem busy. You never shared more than a polite hello or goodbye. With that being said, you never expected to have him greet you by name, you’ve never introduced yourselves to each other. 

“I assume you’re joining the three of us. I’ve made popcorn!” 

You couldn’t help but smile at his excitement and couldn’t offer him more than a nod.

This time of year you and Mark had developed a few traditions after living together for the past few years. To get into the holiday spirit you’d watch a few movies, the next morning you would spend the day decorating, then when that was all done you would start baking. Mark didn’t contribute other than buying the ingredients, he was not trusted in the kitchen. 

This was the first time you and Mark had ever had company over for your yearly traditions so in the spirit of the holidays you let Doyoung and Yuta contribute to the movie selection for the evening. Not a single person was pleased (you and Doyoung) with Yuta’s choosing of a horror themed Christmas movie but everyone let him have that win, ‘in the name of festivities’ Yuta would claim.

Maybe a little annoyed or terrified, you couldn’t tell with Doyoung yet, he disappeared into the kitchen for a drink for the two of you. It’s not that Doyoung was picking favourites, it’s just that you were the only one who had his back on the sense that scary Christmas movies were not necessary, and not very festive. 

Once Doyoung was out of earshot, Yuta flew from his seat to sit down beside you, squishing you between himself and Mark. “Hey, you realize you can talk to him, right?”

“No, why on earth would I do that?”

Despite just meeting you, Yuta seemed to catch on how you were acting and couldn’t help himself but add in. “You’re constantly staring at him and it’s kind of creeping everyone out. You’re not subtle at all.”

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Mark questioned.

“He could hear me!”

This has been the longest you’ve ever been around him, you always tried your best to admire him from afar, just how you liked it. Clearly you weren’t as smooth as you thought, and now you didn’t know how to act. You were in for a terribly long night, especially if you stayed up all night watching movies with the guys.

“Listen, if either of you breathe a word of this to him. I. Will. End. You.”

“My lips are sealed. ” Yuta promised. “Before I go…” Yuta grabbed Mark by the arm and pulled him to the other couch so they could sit with each other, leaving you to try to remain cool about the close proximity to Doyoung you would have to endure for the rest of the evening. 

Just one more movie. That’s doable. Shouldn’t be a problem. That’s only ninety minutes. Then you would call it a night. 

Doyoung placed a hand on your knee and nodded toward your shaking leg. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m going to bed,” you announced, jumping off the couch, disregarding his question and concern for you. 

It was possible that Doyoung thought you were out of ear shot when he asked Mark if he did something wrong.

“She just had a long day.” You took a mental note to text Mark and thank him for having your back so effortlessly. It wouldn’t hurt to add on to that text to make sure that he tells Yuta that he sucks for taking Mark away from you and making you sit with Doyoung. 

The quiet knock on your bedroom alarmed you slightly, you were under the impression that the guys had gone to sleep given how quiet your apartment had gotten over the past hour. It appeared as though you were wrong. After setting your book down with an annoyed sigh you granted the person on the other side of your bedroom permission to enter your room. The last person you were expecting to see though was Doyoung. 

“Hey, I saw that your light was on and I‘m sorry and I know we don’t really know each other and I don’t want to sound like a baby but I was wondering but only if you don’t mind -”

“Doyoung, you’re rambling, what’s up?”

“I’m a little spooked from the stupid scary Christmas movies and was wondering if you minded keeping me company for a bit? But now I see that you’re busy reading and that was really silly of me to ask that of you.” 

“Sure.”

“Wait what?”

“I'm going back to reading my book so just don't be too loud please.”

In all honesty, you really did try to go back to your book, and despite Doyoung not making a peep, he was still distracting. You couldn't help but smile as he paced around your room, trying his best to keep himself entertained. Doyoung was right, you two don't know each other very well but you were certain that out of Mark's friends, he was your favourite. Sure, you always thought Doyoung was cute, but he was also always so polite and quiet whenever you two interacted. He also never broke anything of yours. Maybe you two could get to know each other better. The feeling of your eyes burning on his back was enough to make Doyoung turn around to ask if he was disturbing you and if you wanted him to leave. You didn’t. He was quite peaceful to be around and you were sure you could get used to it.

The notification and vibrations from your phone on the bedside table disturbed your slumber, which had been quite peaceful, even with Doyoung cuddled up to your side, head resting on your abdomen. Carefully, doing your best to make sure you didn’t wake up Doyoung, you grabbed your phone to check who was texting you at this early hour. As you unlocked your phone you noticed that it was in fact one in the afternoon and it was just Mark texting you.

Have you seen Doyoung?

Yea, he’s with me

EXCUSE ME?!?!

I am going to ask you that you kindly chill the fuck out

Did you two? Ya know...

No, literally nothing happened.

Your lame movies scared him, so I kept him company. He just ended up crashing in my room. 

What did you want?

Yuta and I are going to grab coffee, did you two want anything?

Also, it’s decorating day, don’t forget

Finding out Doyoung’s coffee order would entail waking him up but no part of you wanted to disturb him, he looked so peaceful. The slow rise and fall of his chest, the way he had an arm across you all cuddled up to your side. The thought of disturbing him pained you.

“Hey,” you gently called out, trying to calmly wake him and not scare him. “Doyoung, wakey wakey. Did you want coffee?”

“Hmmm, good morning,” Doyoung mumbled, as he snuggled into your side even more, making himself comfortable.  “Did you say coffee?”

After you took his coffee order you informed him that he was more than welcome to stay and help decorate if he wanted, and that it was okay to fall back asleep until the guys came back with your drinks.

Doyoung was more than excited to help decorate once you and Mark reassured him that he was more than welcome to help and that he wasn’t intruding on any traditions. That was the first time your knees have ever gone weak on you. He was so charming and had the most beautiful smile. You couldn’t help but try and think of more ways to make him smile. 

Trying his best to remain subtle, Yuta leaned in close to you to place an ornament on the tree, and whispered in your ear, “you look like you just got shot by cupid’s arrow.”

“Don’t you have better things to do than torment me?”

“Nope, my calendar is wide open.”

Doyoung had been coming around more often since he spent the afternoon participating in your festive traditions. A lot of the time he would come with drinks for everyone, and one time he even came with a snack he thought you would enjoy. There was only one time that he wanted to stop by but you asked that he didn’t because you were terribly sick, so he made sure to have a meal sent to your home and texted you a few ‘get well’ wishes. 

This night was like any other, Mark had Yuta and Doyoung over for dinner and yet somehow you weren’t sick of them yet. Yuta tried breaking the ice asking about everyone’s holiday plans, but you hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. 

“Well, I’ve got a family Christmas dinner next weekend but that’s about it,” Doyoung answered before glancing down at his ringing cell phone. “Speaking of which. I have to take this, it’s my brother.” He politely excused himself to the kitchen to take his personal phone call but Yuta had other plans and followed him out. Mark wasn’t much better, and made it obvious he was listening in.

“You two are so nosey, knock it off.”

“Zip it,” Yuta scolded, waving his hand at you in a way to tell you to stay quiet. That was all the confirmation you needed, Doyoung really was your favourite. 

“Yes, I’ll be there next weekend. Why would mom think I’m bringing a date? You told her that? But I’m not dating anyone! It’s next weekend! Are you crazy? You need to stop worrying about my love life.” 

Mark tried his best to engage you into conversation to cover the fact that he was listening in on his friend’s conversation, but you wouldn’t let him have that satisfaction. Sure, you heard the conversation but it’s not like you had the intention to, Doyoung was just talking at a reasonable volume for you to hear. “Next time I’ll just put it on speaker phone for everyone to hear.”

“Oh, yes please, that would be wonderful,” Yuta agreed. 

Ignoring Yuta’s remark, you asked the million dollar question everyone else was thinking. “So, what’re you going to do?” The three males turned to look at you with mischievous smirks on their faces, like there was something you were clearly oblivious to. “I don’t like the way you’re all looking at me.”

“What’re you doing next weekend?”

“You can’t be serious, Doyoung.”

Doyoung dropped to his knees in front of you, clasping his hands together. “Please. It’s just one night. I need to get my family off my back.”

Mark knew what he had to do to help his friend. “You can’t let him disappoint his mother. She’s such a sweet lady.”

“You play a dirty game, Mark.”

Almost as if to add fuel to the fire Yuta informed you that he would be spending the weekend hanging out with Mark, which was normal, but a break would definitely help your sanity.

“Fine. You’ve got yourself a deal. I’ll do it.”

Doyoung quite literally jumped off the floor and launched himself at you, thanking you profusely for your help.

“Do you ever go home?” Doyoung asked Yuta, peeling himself off of you.

“I like it here. I like Mark.”

“Aw, I like you too, Yuta.”

“At this rate you should just move in,” Doyoung joked with him. Yuta’s jaw dropped and looked at you with begging eyes, as if his friend suggested the best plan he had ever heard in his entire life.

“No!”

Tonight’s the night. You were maybe slightly freaking out about the Christmas dinner you were attending this evening. Not only were you meeting Doyoung’s family for the first time, but you were doing it as his fake girlfriend. As tempting as the idea may be, you weren’t sure about the quality of your acting skills, and Doyoung would be arriving at any moment. While Mark had tried his best to distract you and failed miserably, you tried to focus on wrapping Doyoung’s Christmas present, which Mark had helped shop for. It had to be perfect. 

“Breathe, it’s just Doyoung. His family is pretty cool, you’ll be fine.”

It’s not that you didn’t believe Mark, it’s just that he wasn’t the one lying to Doyoung’s family. 

“Sup losers?” Yuta greeted as he burst through your apartment door, ready for his weekend with Mark. “Damn, you look fine.” 

“Knock it off.” Telling Yuta to leave you alone was almost second nature to Doyoung at this point. It wasn’t the first time, and it probably wouldn’t be the last time either. You were pretty sure it bothered Doyoung more than you, but the fact that he cared was super sweet. You wanted to enjoy it. “You do look wonderful, though.” He wasn’t so subtle while he checked you out, and Yuta made sure to call him out for it. 

“Just ignore him Doyoung, that’s what I do.”

“And it hurts my feelings every time.”

True to your word, you ignored Yuta’s comment and presented your gift to Doyoung, to which he returned with a gift of his own for you. 

You carefully unwrapped the gift and opened the most beautiful snowglobe.

“Doyoung, you didn’t. This is beautiful,” you gushed, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. “Thank you.”

“Oh, no. Please don’t cry, because then I’ll cry.” Doyoung rushed to open the gift you got for him and was overcome with gratitude that you paid close enough attention to know he loved scented candles. 

Not wanting to interrupt the moment you two were sharing, Mark felt like he was intruding and shoved a small suitcase at you that he and Yuta packed for you. They tried to convince you that you would in fact need it because there was warning of a heavy snowfall later that evening. You were sure that you would be able to make it home in time before the snow got too bad, but they insisted that staying at Doyoung’s apartment was a much safer option for the both of you.

Stopping just shy of the front door of Doyoung’s childhood home, you turned to face him, “Doyoung, I’m freaking out.”

“It’s going to be okay.” Doyoung tried his best to reassure you while gently caressing the side of your arms.

“What if they don’t believe us? What if they catch on that we aren’t actually dating? I don’t want to ruin your family Christmas dinner party.”

“If they do catch on then that’s my problem, so please love, don’t worry. You’re not going to ruin anything, that would be impossible.”

“Love?” you spoke, barely above a whisper, trying to process and confirm that Doyoung actually said that.

“Try not to shy away from affection from me, but let me know if you’re uncomfortable, please.” Picking up on the clear nervousness you were feeling, Doyoung gently placed his palms on the side of your face. He continued to reassure you that everything was going to work out okay and double checked with you that you were okay with everything he had been throwing at you this evening. “You love fake dating.”

“Yeah, in novels!”

“Now it’s your time to shine,” he announced, knocking on the front door.

Letting out a sigh you put on your best poker face. It would only be for a few hours. Aside from the fear of ruining Christmas by lying to his family, you were glad to be helping out a friend, and you really did enjoy spending time with Doyoung, and this was just another one of those times, right? It really was heartwarming that he trusted you enough to do this for him, and you wanted this night to work out smoothly for him. 

“Merry Christmas you two!” His mother greeted, gesturing the two of you inside. So it begins. You turned to Doyoung and looked at him as if to say, “I can’t believe you’re making me lie to this sweet lady.” Doyoung slipped his hand into yours and intertwined your fingers together complete with a little comforting squeeze. 

“Merry Christmas, mom.” 

Once inside Doyoung took over the introductions for you and his family, introducing you as his girlfriend.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t real,” his father chimed in with a joke. “You must be pretty special to my son, he never brings anyone home.” Thankfully his mother jumped in to save you, and scolded her husband for embarrassing the ‘kids’. 

You overheard Doyoung’s mom whisper something about giving you a tour of the house, and you have never been more thankful for anything than you were at that moment. You nodded in agreement when Doyoung asked if you wanted to see the rest of the house, your heart was already in your throat and a break sounded wonderful. 

Looking around to make sure you were alone, Doyoung pulled you into his frame and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re doing great, relax a little.”

“What if they hate me? What if they think I’m not good enough for you?”

“Please don’t say these kinds of things about yourself.” Doyoung pulled himself away from you, and lifted your chin to make eye contact with him. Which did nothing to help the feeling of your heart in your throat, it honestly made it worse. “They’ll love you. I wouldn’t have asked you to do this for me if they were going to dislike you. You’re an amazing friend and I appreciate you. As far as you not being good enough for me, that’s nonsense. I know we’re just friends but you’ve honestly brought so much joy to my life. At this point, I couldn’t imagine you not being a part of it.”

“Okay. Please stop. I’m sorry. If you keep going I might actually fall in love with you.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

“Doyoung,” you gasped. “Don’t say those kinds of things, you’re crazy.”

The rest of the evening played out without too many intruding questions from Doyoung���s family; just the classic “How did you meet?” “Who approached who first?” “What drew you to Doyoung?” The last question was quite easy to answer, but you didn’t want to expose your true feelings to Doyoung.

“I think I’ve always liked Doyoung, he has always been so polite and thoughtful. But what really stood out to me was when he had dinner delivered to me when I was sick.” There wasn’t a single lie in your answer. Anyone would fall head over heels in love with Doyoung. 

Of course your answers warmed his mother’s heart, “We raised quite the gentleman, didn’t we?” 

The suspected upcoming weather brought the night to a close, unfortunately. Being with Doyoung’s family had been a heartwarming experience and you were sad to see it end. Although ��I told you so’ wasn’t said, you knew Doyoung was thinking it, his family loved you and invited you to every future family event. You couldn’t turn the offer down once you were promised with baby pictures of Doyoung.

Mark was right, the snow was starting to pick up, which was your cue to call it a night and head home. The only problem was that there was no possible way that Doyoung would be able to drive you home and make it back to his apartment safely. You mentally cursed them for being right, but were grateful that they took some initiative to make sure everyone remained safe in the weather.

“I don’t want to assume…” Doyoung began, “but Mark and Yuta did pack you an overnight bag.”

“I honestly don’t mind spending the night at your place. Plus, I’d rather be snowed in with you than be stuck with Mark and Yuta.”

“Fair enough, let’s go.”

The roads weren’t terrible yet, but you knew you made the right choice to spend the night with Doyoung. You could only hope that it would only be one night, you didn’t want to overstay your welcome and be a burden to him. Sure, there was that night Doyoung slept in your bed because the scary movies were too much for him, but you sleeping on his couch and avoiding him at all costs sounded like a pretty solid and logical plan. Recently you’ve found yourself enjoying Doyoung’s company more and more and you weren’t exactly sure what to do with that information. 

Doyoung left you to get himself ready for bed while you stayed in his room unpacking your overnight bag that Mark and Yuta had packed for you. Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you opened the suitcase your friends had packed for you. You let out a string of vulgar curse words upon opening, alarming Doyoung in the process. This had Yuta  written all over it. 

He came running into the bedroom, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and toothpaste all over his face, needing to know what was wrong. You reached into the suitcase and pulled out the culprit for your annoyance and anger; Christmas themed lingerie.

“I may not be Santa but you can still sit on my lap.”

“Doyoung!”

“I’m kidding, I’m sorry.” Doyoung cowered and slowly backed out of his bedroom yelling out to you to wear something of his and that he would deal with Yuta. 

After finding a more appropriate pair of pajamas you joined Doyoung to finish up your own nightly routine. 

“Here.” Doyoung handed you a package of facial cleansing wipes. “They probably didn’t pack you anything.” He was right, but they at least had the common sense and decency to pack you a toothbrush and toothpaste. With a questioning look you glanced over at Doyoung who was not so subtly staring at you with a huge smile. 

“What?”

“You’re just really cute. This is actually kind of nice, I'm actually really looking forward to spending this next little bit of time with you.”

Blushing, you shook your head and wished him a good night before the conversation went any further and you still had some composure left. 

“It’s nice isn’t it?”

The next morning was quiet and peaceful. There were no cars on the road, you had no loud roommate and loud friends to worry about, no background noises aside from the sound of the coffee machine brewing coffee. You just stood in front of the balcony admiring the serenity of the morning, and the undisturbed soft snow when a warm cup of coffee was placed in your hands. 

“I don’t want to leave,” you admitted. “It’s so calm. Thank you for letting me stay here. I hope I’m not in your hair for much longer and you can have your space back soon.”

Doyoung moved himself closer to you and pulled you into his side, so you used this opportunity to lean in closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder. It wouldn’t last much longer so why not enjoy it while you can? “Don’t worry about it. I like having you around.”

“How were your two nights with your lover boy?”

You were able to go home the following evening, the roads were clear, the snow stopped but Doyoung insisted that you stay for dinner, there was no way he was going to send you home hungry. How could you say no?

“Fuck. At least let me get my shoes off. Do you ever fucking go home Yuta?”

“I take it that the lingerie I packed was pointless because that is not the attitude of someone who got laid.”

“I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now Yuta.” 

Mark tried his best to mediate the hostility you threw towards Yuta, but stopped when he became a victim of your attitude too. Luckily for his sake Mark knew it was best to give you space and time to cool down before approaching you any further. 

“Please talk to me,” Mark begged through the opposite side of your bedroom door. “What’s wrong? How can I fix it?”

“What’s wrong?” you repeated loudly. “What’s wrong?” Almost as if his question triggered more anger out of you, you ripped open your bedroom door coming face to face with a terrified Mark. “I don’t know, maybe the fact that your friend embarrassed me so badly in front of Doyoung? Maybe what’s wrong is that I was pushed into this stupid position of having to act like his girlfriend when you and Yuta both know damn well how I feel about Doyoung. Maybe because I’m crazy about your friend and there isn’t a single fucking thing I can do about it.”

“I am so sorry. I never thought about it like that.”

“Save it.”

There was bound to be a time you and Mark had a sort of falling out, but as long as you had been friends you figured it would be because Mark never closes the kitchen cupboards or because of the time he scratched your car. You never imagined it would be over a guy you had feelings for. To top it off, it was Doyoung of all people. Possibly the kindest person you ever met; he cleans up after himself, always checks in on other people, and he cooks really good eggs, unlike a certain roommate of yours. The upside of being friends for so long was that you were able to move on quickly from the minor dispute, which really just entailed that you distance yourself from Yuta and slowly limit your interactions with Doyoung until they were no longer. Yuta still did come around periodically, less than what was normal, but he at least stayed to himself and minded his business. Which had worked for the past few weeks until he and Mark confronted you about ghosting their dear friend.

“I never should have done that with Doyoung. I wish I could go back and undo all of it.”

“We all know you don’t mean that.” Yuta tried his best to reason with you. “But you two should have done things differently, and I really am sorry about all of that.”

Over the past week or so, you started to come to terms with your feelings for Doyoung, and that had been a rollercoaster of emotions and a headache all on its own. So, the only logical explanation was to avoid him and slowly push him away in hopes that things would go back to normal.

“So, let me get this straight,” Mark began. “You’ve had a crush on Doyoung for awhile now, comforted him after a night of scary movies, spent all of your free time with him, got to know him, agreed to be his fake girlfriend, met his family, spent multiple nights with him during a snowstorm and you thought there was a normal setting for your relationship with him? If I were you I would have fallen in love with him too.”

“Wow, Mark. Could you be any more blunt?”

“Yea, I can actually. You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot in love,” Yuta cooed.

“It doesn’t matter anyways. We didn’t agree on this, the holidays are almost over, mission accomplished. We were fine without each other before, we’ll be just fine without each other now. I don’t need to burden him with my feelings, the act is over. It’s not like he feels the same way about me or he would have asked me out like a normal person instead of going through all that trouble.”

“About that…” Yuta muttered, as he sunk into the couch. “That may have been my idea… he never shuts up about you and may have told Mark and I about the night he crashed with you. I may have also suggested that he ask you to play the role of his girlfriend. It sounded like something out of those romance novels you love so much.”

“We may have also tried to act as wingmen for the two of you,” Mark admitted. “We knew the whole time that Doyoung was terrified of horror movies, and we might have also helped him pick out a Christmas gift for you because he wanted to do something nice and impress you.”

“What are the two of you trying to say?”

“That Doyoung is crazy about you and that the two of you are blind and very out of tune with your own feelings and unaware of how to navigate the dating scene,” Yuta answered as if he had that answer rehearsed.

“Yuta and I thought it was obvious.” Mark tried to defend their actions, which so clearly backfired. “You should see the way the two of you look at each other. Even when you’re not around each other, your moods have changed, you’re both so much happier.”

“Doyoung looks like he’s floating on a cloud half the time and giving you heart eyes anytime you so much as breathe in his presence,” Yuta added in. “If you could see yourselves, you would be nauseous. That’s how Mark and I feel at least.”

“I don’t know if you’re insulting us or trying to help.”

“Trying to help,” Mark answered as Yuta replied, “both.”

“So, should I go talk to him, or-”

“If you made me waste all of that oxygen and you don’t go talk to him. I swear-”

The meaningless threat from Yuta was enough to make you jump off the couch and race for the door.

The drive to Doyoung’s apartment filled you with an array of feelings from nervousness to excitement and everything in between. Overcome with emotions and trying to prepare the words you wanted to say to Doyoung, you realized you missed your turn…or a few because nothing in the area looked familiar at all. You thought you knew how to get to his place, but obviously that wasn't the case, and you had never been to this area of town, so turning around and trying to find your way back home would be useless. Maybe this was the year to ask Mark for a GPS for Christmas. You pulled over to the side of the road to try and collect yourself and maybe call for help or decent directions. Doyoung. You were on your way to see him anyway, so why not get a head start?

“Go get him!” Mark called out while you not so elegantly struggled with your boots and ran out of the apartment. 

“Hey, Doyoung.”

“What do you want?” The answer from Doyoung was nothing like you had ever expected from him. His tone was so short and cold. 

“I was actually hoping we could talk.”

“Why? So you can tell me that you regret getting to know me and spending all that time with me? To tell me that you wish you could go back and undo everything? Save me the heartbreak because I don’t want to hear it. Please, lose my number.”

“Doyoung, it’s not like that! I swear!”

“I actually stopped by earlier to see you and heard you talking to Mark and Yuta. I know what I heard, you can’t tell me it’s not like that.”

“Well, you heard wrong, maybe you should have eavesdropped a bit longer before sneaking back out. But if you want to act like a child instead of having a conversation with me like an adult. Fine. Be my guest.” 

You wanted nothing more than to slam the phone, but times have changed and aggressively pushing the end call button didn’t have the same satisfaction to it. This left you to text Mark for help, and also let him know that things backfired horribly beyond repair.

Hey, I got lost

Send me your location

Just a few moments after sending Mark your location, your phone rang with an unknown number, but something inside you begged for you to answer it, just this once. With a shake of your head you went to answer the call, but the ringing stopped. While giving the phone a confused look on who could be calling you, it rang again with the same number, clearly it wasn’t an accident. 

You answered with a quiet and skeptical hello.

“You’re lost? What’re you doing? What were you thinking?”

“Doyoung?”

“I’m on my way to you, I’ll be there soon. Mark sent me your location.”

“Thank you.”

Sure, you knew Doyoung wasn’t a monster but him coming to save you was a bit of a shock, he did just tell you to lose his number, but that’s a problem for another day. The help was appreciated, regardless of who it was, but there was nothing you wanted more than to just go home. Your energy levels were severely depleted to deal with whatever was going on between you and Doyoung. 

It didn’t take him too long after your phone call ended to show up, he didn’t even bother to knock on the car door and helped himself into the passenger seat.

“I heard you were on your way over to my place.” 

Unaware of if it was a question or statement you nodded in confirmation anyways. “I really needed to talk to you. I was just informed that we have a pair of very meddling friends.”

“Before we start, I just need you to know how sorry I am for speaking to you the way I did earlier. I lost my cool, that’s not me, I have no excuses and you didn’t deserve that in the slightest.”

“I forgive you but can we please go somewhere and talk? I don’t really want to have this conversation on the side of the road.”

“I know a great cafe not far from here if you’re in the mood for coffee? My treat.”

Doyoung watched as you swirled your cup around while trying to gather your thoughts.

“Make it a gingerbread latte and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Mark kind of gave me a rundown on the rest of the conversation I missed. But I still want to hear your side and what you meant when you said you wanted to undo everything.”

“Yuta did a pretty good job at summarizing that I wish things worked out differently with you.”

“This has absolutely been a crazy month for us,” Doyoung admitted. “I just want to air out right now that I’ve always had feelings for you and I kind of figured out that you felt the same about me. I was just too nervous to explicitly say anything. I wasn’t sure how serious your feelings were. So when I went to stop by your apartment today and I overheard your conversation I was devastated.”

“I do have one question. Why did you come to find me? How come it wasn’t Mark?”

“He called to tell me that you got lost trying to make it to my place and then when I found out exactly why you were coming to see me I actually told Mark to send me your location.”

“We severely miscommunicated, huh?”

That was when you started to tell Doyoung your side of the story. He came into your life officially and regularly at a weak point and how you’ve always harboured a silly secret little crush on him then how it only got worse as time went on. Then how you were too busy in your own head trying to make sure you didn’t get attached and yet never picked up on how he might be feeling.

“We were both too shy to say anything by the sounds of things.”

“I wish I would have told you that being your fake girlfriend wouldn’t have worked because of how I felt about you. It felt a bit too real the entire time. Which I honestly should have expected.”

“I’m sorry for putting us through that. I thought giving you the opportunity to live out your favourite romance theme was a good idea.”

“Well, what’s done is done. As much as this was the wrong way to do things, all we can do is move on.”

“If you want some space and want to stay friends then I totally understand. I would rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.”

“Actually, Doyoung. I’d like to start over but as two people who very clearly and obviously have feelings for each other and they both know it.”

Doyoung smiled that gummy smile of his at you that always made you weak in the knees. “Hi, I’m Doyoung. I would love to take you on a date if you’re interested.” He reached out to shake your hand and you couldn’t hold back the grin that plastered itself across your face, grateful that he was serious about the two of you.

“Hi, Doyoung. It’s really nice to meet you and I would love to go on a date with you.”

The moment with Doyoung was cut short by an employee clearing their throat to try and get your attention.

“As endearing as that moment was I’m afraid that I need to ask the two of you to leave, the cafe closed as of twelve minutes ago.”

You and Doyoung apologized to the workers for staying past closing time, but you were thankful that they were nice enough to at least let you finish your love story.

[kats-fic-recs]

Bkdk fics for the Soul

tell them what you saw in me (not how i turned out to be)

Izuku volunteers himself as a tribute. He's eighteen, it's his last reaping, and still, he jumps out of the crowd and stops the world.

It's probably the stupidest thing he's ever done. But he doesn't regret it.

Not until the next tribute's name is called and it belongs to his best friend.

Katsuki Bakugou.

Pit against the boy he's loved all his life in a battle royale to the death, Izuku has to make some decisions.

first meeting

Who he is when the world is watching. And who he wants to be when he dies.

Katsuki has a plan. He’s been a virgin for long enough that it’s starting to get pathetic. He doesn’t have time for a relationship, but it wouldn’t be so bad to fuck someone more experienced than he is once and get it over with so he can move onto better methods of stress relief than watching Netflix with a jar of grilled olives and a beer.

Too bad it turns out that his ‘experienced’ date is a virgin, too—and a massive nerd.

take care

There are words to say stay safe, I’ll miss you, I love you, but Kacchan has always preferred to leave things unspoken. Izuku isn’t much with languages, but he thinks he’s figured out this one.

“Emotional constipation manifested as over-the-top housewifery?” Mina asks. Before Izuku can say that is not what he meant at all, she nods. “Yeah, I can see it.”

How to Train Your Useless Dragon

Bakugou Katsuki needs to kill a dragon to take its teeth and become a warrior of his tribe.

But, what? Why the fuck doesn't this dragon have teeth?

don't be a stranger

“Not even a thank you for your friendly neighborhood Spiderman?” Izuku called out teasingly. “Where are you going?”

“Why the fuck do you wanna know, creep?”

“You sure you can make it back home safe?”

Katsuki glanced back angrily and flipped him the bird. “Eat shit, bugboy.”

Bugboy. That was new.

In which Izuku is Spiderman, Katsuki is nosy, and juggling high school and vigilante work has never been so difficult when your best friend is convinced that something’s up.

Or, five times Katsuki almost finds out that Izuku is Spiderman. One time he actually does.

face reveal!

SmallMight and Dynamight are two streamers that nerd out over All Might video games and often interact, both on and off stream, though never with their cameras on. Izuku and Katsuki two are college students that find solace and friendship through online streaming, and occasionally think about their estranged childhood best friends.

It all changes when SmallMight reaches a milestone and finally turns his camera on.

Worth It

I have something for you, once you finish eating,” Katsuki says.

Deku perks up with poorly hidden curiosity. “Oh?”

His hair is still damp, dripping onto his grey shirt with a simple Sidekick emblazoned on the front. He’s wearing one of Katsuki’s sweatpants and a pair of fuzzy socks stuffed into slippers, looking so comfortable and at home that Katsuki has the sudden urge to tackle him into the wall or squeeze his face and kiss him until he passes out. Normal urges when dealing with Deku, of course.

Instead, Katsuki throws one of his chopsticks at him, nailing Deku perfectly on the forehead.

“Yeah,” Katsuki says, ignoring Deku’s squawk.

-

Deku doesn't give himself nice things often enough for Katsuki's taste. So, he'll fix that, starting with one iconic Lego set in familiar reds, blues, and yellows at a time.

[rocketfromphighting]

"So far" isn't really reassuring.

But I'm good! So, thank you for asking.

Rocket stared gloomily at Medkit, already missing the normal version of him. He still felt uneasy, as if this was all just a dream and he'd probably wake up as if this interaction never happened.

"...Hello. You're an odd one."

@ghostwalkers-favorite

Uhm, hiya? Nice to meet you!

[incubationformadness]

in ur last post u mention that effie trinket is both a "victim and perpetrator" of her government...do u consider her a good or bad person

That's a very relevant question, and honestly, I think that she is an extremely grey character.

It's reductive to put people in general into a good/bad dichotomy - but in the case of THG, one of the main thing I got out of it is that extreme circumstances are corruptive. Peeta recognises this in book 1, with his famous line about not wanting the Capitol to change him (oh, Peeta). Despite the scale of the atrocities in the series, most of the characters we meet are not malevolent - they are merely trying to survive. Even the unambiguously evil President Snow attempts to justify his tyrannical regime by claiming that it is necessary for controlling societal chaos.

I personally dislike how Effie is commonly portrayed in fanfic as this "innocent cinnamon roll who can do no wrong". She is a grown woman, for one thing, and also, I think it takes away any moral depth and complexity to her. Part of that is to do with the canon material - book!Effie is very thinly sketched, as she is not really relevant to the plot other than to catalyse Katniss' volunteering. She is the first depiction of a Capitolite, so she embodies them to an almost comical degree - she's silly, fastidious, and sentimental. And unlike her film portrayal, book!Effie is never depicted as involved in the rebellion, which leaves the lessons she has learned from her life under Snow's regime inconclusive.

As I am drawing my inspiration from book canon rather than film canon, this gives me a lot of flexibility. As book!Effie is always concerned with appearances, this allows for me to add a great deal of turmoil and conflict that goes unseen by Katniss. I don't want Effie to be a shallow caricature, but neither do I want to make her into someone unrecognisable from Collins' work.

I also did not want to make her into someone who did not question the system she exists in until Katniss and Peeta. We don't know how long Effie's been escorting in canon, but she's the only escort which Katniss mentions in her lifetime, and in my fic her career begins with the 60th Hunger Games. That's a lot of dead tributes, and it would make my version of Effie extremely callous to simply not care about them. And Haymitch would never end up with someone who sees children as nothing more than cannon fodder.

Nonetheless, fic!Effie goes into her career as an escort not because she has some grand ideas of helping tributes but because she desires admiration and fame. Her primary income is sourced in the Annual Child Murder competition. The tributes do not occur to her until she actually begins interacting with them. After the 61st Games she's having difficulty stomaching both the deaths of her tributes and the sexual exploitation of the victors. What is significant, however, is that she does not ask Haymitch whether she is culpable; she asks him whether he still wants her around as escort. This is the epicentre of Effie's character. She is currently a true moral neutral, driven by her interpersonal relationships rather than any ideology. As she keeps telling herself, if she wasn't an escort, someone else would be.

Unlike my OC Alseid, fic!Effie cannot conceive of a world in which she is not living under fascism. If Valeria is all id, and Alseid is all superego, Effie is the ego balanced between the two. She is not a revolutionary, but she does not take any kind of sadistic pleasure in the Games - she is someone who seeks to adjust and adapt, to make the best of a terrible situation.

Is she culpable? Yes, to an extent. Is she well-meaning? Yes, definitely. Effie's opinion of the Capitol will evolve as the fic goes along. But I personally see her as someone composed of both positive and negative traits. My fic is not a moral fable about right and wrong, it's a dystopian romance. What I want to explore is not can these characters still be redeemed? but rather can these characters still love, and be loved?

[realmermaid333]

I see you're falling down an Annie Cresta rabbit hole! What headcanons do you have for her (besides her being tall)?

Hehe I am! I have been an Annie Cresta fan for a long time, my love for her just likes to reawaken at random times. I want to go back and reblog some of my old posts about her. I also once wrote an Annie Cresta centered fanfic but I stopped it. I plan to restart it and post it sometime. Anyway.

my Annie headcanons!! :)

i believe Annie is a career. I used to not think so, but I have thought about it more and about how I think the career system works in 4 (i think it is different than 1 and 2) and I think her being a career not only makes sense, but also makes her more interesting. I believe the career system in 4 is generally less about having glory or being loyal to the capitol and more so is a duty children take on to bring home more food and supplies for their community. I think she was brought up in the career academy along with her sister (an oc of mine) because her family wanted to have children who could make a difference and give them a better name. I'm sure this would've led to a complicated relationship with her parents once she came home after surviving.

I think she is autistic. I have a whole post on this where I analyze her behaviors and how, though I adore Suzanne Collins, she didn't really write her mental illness in a way that actually made sense. But, to be fair, it is Katniss's POV and she is an unreliable narrator when it comes to Annie. Many of her traits point towards her possibly having autism. I do think though that at one point she was very good at masking, particularly when it came to moving up in the career academy and during her tribute interview. It was exhausting for her though and not something she kept up/could keep up after winning.

She was naturally a very good career when it came to learning how to fight and use spears and other weapons. This also led to there being high expectations placed on her, so after when she had her mental breakdown in the arena some people back home treated her like a failure.

Her family were trawlers for the most part and they also made and sold nets on the side, including selling decorative nets to Capitol tourists.

She didn't have much time to focus on education throughout her childhood because she was already working as a fisher from a young age while she attended school just like everyone else in Four. Then she enrolled in the career academy starting at age 11 and trained. She ended her studies as soon as she could and was never able to engage much with them or have much of an identity outside of being a career and a fisher. Once she won, she became a bit of a bookworm and found solace in reading anything she could now that she had access to a wider library. She particularly enjoyed romance, history, and marine biology.

she wanted to be a marine biologist as a child and was upset when she learned only the luckiest, richest people in Four could be one (she was considered middle class). Otherwise they were generally Capitol.

She was childhood friends with her district partner. They met in the training academy and both ended up winning their tests/matches and being chosen to volunteer. This made Annie sad, but they made a promise to each other that one of them would win.

She quickly regretted being a career after she volunteered and everything started to feel real, but she persevered and knew she had a duty to her district. Her anxiety began on her first night away from home and worsened as she met and interacted with the other tributes.

Mental illness already ran in her family, making her more susceptible to the psychosis she experienced alongside her PTSD. Her aunt had schizophrenia though it was of course never actually diagnosed in Four. She was just called mad.

I believe her family was killed at some point after she won. Maybe it was shortly after since she wasn't really supposed to win and she would have embarrassed the Capitol by humanizing herself and being an openly unhappy, unstable victor rather than a proud, glorious one. She likely made some Capitolites feel bad for her, or maybe even consider that the games could be cruel, and that would have been a no-no. If not then, then I'm sure her victory tour was a flop and that would have also angered Snow. I still haven't decided which theory I most believe in. Maybe the victory tour was the last straw.

I have a lot of headcanons lol, and I am cooking up more details and thoughts daily as of recently.

[reizoudesu]

01. the boy with the bread

"stay alive" (kazuha x reader) - chapter one (press ">>" to proceed. otherwise, press "<<" to return.)

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"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"

All of this was a blur as you watched Paimon get dragged away by Childe, crying your name until she was out of sight.

With a sigh, a girl in blue with long curly hair zips to the stage - that must be Furina, the replacement for a drunken Venti - gets the ball rolling, "So much for showing up drunk... well then, time to pick our boy tribute~!"

You watch patiently as the papers roll and flutter in the glass ball, the folded slips carrying each of the names. Furina grabs the first slip she encounters and zips towards the podium again to read the name out loud. You didn't think about Childe's fate if he were to be chosen, and indeed, the answer already rang in your ears as Furina read the name.

"Kaedehara Kazuha!"

Oh no... not him, you think. You knew this guy already, even though you've never spoken to him. Kaedehara Kazuha. No, the odds are not in your favor today.

You watch him take a step towards the stage and examine his appearance. He's an average around five feet tall... or more, he's lean but fairly built, the locks of platinum white hair styled in a low ponytail, with bangs falling in fluffy waves, and there it is - a single red highlight swept to the side.

The two of you stared for a moment, and he reacted with surprise and recognition. Despite his attempts to remain stoic and composed, his ruby eyes widened a significant amount, an alarm that you've seen often in prey. Still, he climbs on stage with a steady cadence, hiding his initially shocked face with once of indifference.

Venti calls to the crowd for volunteers, and again, there's silence. It came to you that Kazuha once had a father and grandfather, and he was the last of his bloodline before he was taken under a baker's wing. And now, he had two older brothers; one too old to participate, while the other won't.

As the mayor reads the boring Treaty of Treason, a requirement in every start of the Hunger Games, you were far too distracted to the situation at hand and the question in your mind. "Why him?"

And now you ultimately decided that it's not worth it. Just so you know, the two of you are not friends, or even neighbors. The only real interaction was years ago.

Rain. That's when it happened. You, barely thirteen, were lying there on the cold, muddy floor. Shivering, broken, and fragile like a sick fawn who lost its mother.

You scavenge for food through the garbage bins, particularly the one by the bakery, where an old woman walked outside the door and yelled at you. You wouldn't find anything there, but you have to keep trying. You and Paimon can't afford to go hungry not after you began hunting.

...yet, you're losing hope so fast it matches the slow drumming of your heartbeat due to the chill in the air.

This could be the perfect place to die, you thought. Peacemakers could go to you and take you away or let the people trample onto you as if you were a bug, but not a single one came, except for a young boy the same age as you, came out of the bakery with a mark on his cheek.

He got hurt.

But he was carrying a burnt loaf of bread in his hands when he appeared into your waning vision.

You were lost, confused, too delirious to even watch him break off a bit of the bread before walking over to you, a plastic in hand, the bread still warm.

"Take it."

That's what he told you before leaving.

No, the odds are definitely not in your favor today.

Right now, that's all you could think of before you and your fellow tributes are to be escorted into the Justice Building.

This could be your last goodbye.

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[crazylittlejester]

Linked universe hunger games au.

Time: district 9. Not much is known about him asa person all the people know is he won his games at 17 and he has a wife. That’s it.

Twilight: district 7. Won his games at 18 and is a total sweetheart. (He barely made it out) lives with his family in victors village.(they have a farm)

Wind: district 4. Volunteer. Volunteered at 14 (no that’s not the youngest) he won by drowning the last career and was the last one standing. Lives in victors village with his sister and grandmother(they killed his parents)

Legend: district 12. He has family in the capital but he was banned for being a rebel. He won by getting a fancy knife from his sister and killing all the tributes, he could find.(he did it out mercy) lives in victors village and his sister comes to visit sometimes.

Wild: district 2. His fellow victors from his district refused to spend time around him. The rest of the group took him in and he can’t remember his games but the capital does. Lives in district 7s victor village with twilight.

Sky: district 6. Sky mostly built planes and that stuff. He won his games by building contraptions that could kill the other tributes immediately. Lives in victors village with sun.(his wife)

Hyrule: District 10. He knows a little about medical care from his mom as she helped the animals on the farm. He didn’t have any social interaction as a kid growing up on a big peace of land. He won his game at 15 He was hidden and then killed the last one. Lives in victors village alone.(they killed his parents)

Four: district 3. Won at 16 by electrocuting all of the other people. Lives in victors village with his grandpa.

Warriors: district 8. Frist Victor of his district. Also he’s trans. Won his game at 13 by being a “ghost”. He strategically took them out and was never seen doing so. Lives in victors village with his twin sister.(he’s basically Finnick. Because he’s being forced to do something……)

OKAY OKAY, GO CRAZY i love me a good hunger games au

[mary-dreamy]

SSK Hunger Games AU

So, I wanted to rant more about this AU so bear with me

Chuuya and Dazai are both District 12, duh

Chuuya's older brother, Verlaine, is the district's only victor. His games changed him completely. He started speding all his time in the Capitol and barely coming back to 12 apart from the days before the reaping, to get the tributes he would have to mentor.

In his absence, Chuuya uses the money and privilege to help out the Sheep, the local gang of orphans.

That is until Chuuya is 15 and the 43th Hunger Games start.

Shirase is reaped and, of course, Chuuya volunteers for him.

Dazai is the other tribute.

Chuuya doesn't know Dazai but Dazai didn know of Chuuya because of his brother.

Now, Verlaine is furious with Chuuya for volunteering and a lot of conflict ensues because now he's gonna have to mentor him.

Chuuya and him have a huge fight because demands no special treatment from his brother here, it wouldn't be fair if he won just because Dazai didn't get enough training.

This puts the boys againts each other, because Dazai doesn't needs anyone's pity.

Also, Kouyou is Effie here, forgot to mention (i think both chuuya's sibling figures should get to mentor him sdfsd)

Anyway, they arrive to the Capitol and the shit show begins.

Mori is President Snow, duh, and I think Seneca Crane should be Sigma hehehe

I'm also thinking that the Flags are in this games, as well as oda, because I want both of them to suffer

Anyway, we get to the interview and Dazai delivers the crush bomb and Chuuya is so pissed at him!!!! Like, until this point, they have barely interacted with each other and they don't get on well so, what the hell? And Dazai is mad too because he just did Chuuya a huge favour, making him desirable despite all his anger issues, he should thank him for it!

After all, Dazai doesn't plan to survive the hunger games, there's nothing for him to come back to. But Dazai sees that Chuuya has his brother and the Sheep and, if someone is gonna survive this, it better be him. So, that's why he delivers the crush bomb on the interview asdfhsdfh

So, we get to the arena, and I'm thinking is a slumb, kinda like Subarachi City

So, they get there, and we have different groups: dazai and chuuya separate. Chuuya joins the Flags and Dazai wanders alone until he teams up with Oda.

You know the rest, more or less, the flags and oda die (oda is so rue coded btw) and dazai and chuuya turn to each other to survive.

I think Dazai injures his eye in the arena, and gets the bandages over the eye, and I think Chuuya should end up deaf on one ear.

Anyway, they reach the end of the games and the berries happen.

I think that Dazai did plan to eat the berries, because he didn't want to go on, especially after oda, but Chuuya stopped him in time.

Sigma doesn't die here though, I think the resistence whisks him away hehehe

sdkjfskfh i'm so obsessed with this au, and i'm already planning a catching fire au someone stop me pls