#of mice and men fluff

[bambisafe]

re characters with a bookworm s/o

pairings : leon kennedy / gn!reader | carlos oliveira / gn!reader | jill valentine / gn!reader | chris redfield / gn!reader

cw : established relationship among all characters, reader reads an assortment of different genres (fantasy, sci-fi, classics, thrillers, historical fic), kissing, touching, hugging, cuddling, tooth-rotting fluff.

word count : 1.2k

author's note : yes i'm projecting. look away.

part 2

leon

leon is a reader himself. not quite to the degree as you but he still dabbles in reading when he has free time.

he'd enjoy crime thrillers whether non-fiction or fiction. he sees himself in the characters, especially the tragic heroes. even when it hits close to home, he still enjoys it. that's why he likes it.

is the type to crack open a popcorn thriller, maybe one about a group of teens exploring an abandoned house and he predicts every awful thing that happens to them.

tuts, shakes his head, and sighs when they don't do what's considered common sense in his eyes, like checking the perimeter before entering the house.

“gonna get themselves killed.”

the type to find you reading an 800 page fantasy book on the couch and leans over the back.

“whatcha readin’?”

he'll start reading along with you from over your shoulder and suddenly he's been hovering over you for fifteen minutes.

he’ll ask about it later. will finally dip his toes into fantasy.

he’ll take you to the library when you have a book to return or to a bookstore for one you want to buy.

sometimes he'll wait in the car while you go in, in complete silence aside from the constant whir of the air conditioning.

“find what you wanted?” he'll ask when you occupy the passenger seat again.

or sometimes he’ll join and browse the thriller/mystery section.

he leaves with books stacked in his elbow too.

you’ll introduce him to the concept of cozy reading: blanket over the lap, warm drink in hand, maybe an audiobook to read along.

doesn't understand why this is necessary but you insist.

feels awkward at first but slowly warms up to it.

now you'll find him in the low-lit living room with a darcy coates book open in his lap, black coffee in hand.

carlos

annoying.

categorizes everyone that reads as a “nerd.”

maybe you are, no shame in being knowledgeable in a subject you're passionate about.

and carlos knows this. finds it to be an endearing trait of yours.

but he's going to tease.

already grinning as he approaches you at the kitchen island where you've got a science fiction book open.

“you like that stuff?”

you have to explain to him that science fiction is more than just about speculating the future of technology.

calls you a nerd with a grin, already walking over to kiss the back of your neck.

doesn’t read in his free time. hasn’t picked up a book since high school.

when you ask him what the last book he read was, it was of mice and men, which he had enjoyed.

“not bad,” you nodded approvingly. “east of eden is better though.”

this sparks a conversation on all of the best books you’ve ever read, all the way down to your top ten.

somehow, this conversation motivates carlos to pick up a book for the first time in many years.

you recommend a modern classic, considering he seemed to enjoy those.

it goes well.

he finishes fight club in two sittings. loves it.

“when did books get this good?” he asks with unbridled confidence.

you blink. “they’ve always been good. you just have to find something that fits your reading style.”

he starts to warm up to reading after that, joins you on the couch, arm around your shoulder as he reads along.

initially pretends he doesn’t care, eyes glossing over the words. claims he’s not interested but continues to sit there and read with you.

“what’s this?” he nudges your arm with a single finger.

“the idiot,” you snicker, like you’re in on a joke he isn’t.

he nods slowly, most definitely having no idea what this book is about, but based on his expression something tells you he likes it.

“not bad.”

jill

absolutely is a reader.

loves crime thrillers, like leon, and detective novels.

big agatha christie fan but is very low-key about it.

also enjoys non-fiction. anything political or true crime.

she’ll share books with you, leave sticky notes with her thoughts and reactions inside the pages.

will trade recommendations with you.

loves to spend an evening off duty with you, under a blanket, warm drinks in your hands, as you read together.

reading is her way to escape her mind.

and so is being in your presence.

those two things meshed together? the epitome of a perfect evening.

there’s definitely been nights where you two stayed glued to a breakneck pace thriller, losing track of time as you two race to the end.

“do you think that girl’s gonna live?” you muse, turning another page.

“if someone answers her damn calls, then maybe.��� jill would grumble back, sipping a lukewarm coffee.

bookstore trips together.

you’ll both leave said bookstore with three books each.

sometimes you two go in just to pick out books the other might like.

“have you read death on the nile yet?”

jill cracks a grin when you hold up the book once you get back to the car.

she devours it in one night, glued to the pages, sleep nearly pulling her under.

when she finally comes to bed, her weight making the bed dip waking you, you welcome her, wrapping the comforter around you.

“good?” you croak, a slight grin tugging at your sleep-laden face.

“oh yeah.” jill sighs, nose pressed against your collarbone.

chris

also not a reader.

he doesn’t read for fun, only ever reads when it involves work.

will only read if it’s a mission report, tactical guide, or a survival manual.

so imagine his surprise when he finds you reading in bed when he comes home from an assignment one late evening.

“you’re cute,” he scans you with an analytical eye, tugging off fingerless gloves. “but what are you reading that for?”

can’t seem to grasp the fact that some people read for enjoyment.

“it’s good?”

you can’t help but chuckle. “yes, very.”

he’ll sit at the end of the bed as you dive into a brief synopsis of the historical fiction book in your hands.

“sounds complicated.” he notes, staring a hole through the mattress.

“don’t act like you can’t understand it,” you laugh, wagging a finger at him. “you’re smart. you do… things.”

it’s chris’ turn to laugh, dragging a hand down his chin.

“this is a little different from my usual reading material.”

the topic of books doesn’t come up again until a week later when you hand chris a copy of billy summers over breakfast. “the main character reminds me of you.”

“should i be concerned?”

you roll your eyes fondly, shaking your head. “give it a chance. you’ll see.”

“give it a chance?” did he hear that right?

“yes!” you chuckle. “try reading it.”

he does, but it takes a while for him to get through 500 pages.

he reads a chapter a day, one before bedtime.

months pass and when he finally closes the book, sets the worn copy on thr nightstand, he rolls over, winds an arm around your waist.

“pretty good,” he whispers. he was being incredibly vague. it was really good.

“yeah?” you turn, facing him.

your eyes meet, he presses a kiss between your eyebrows.

“yeah,” he concedes. “you got another for me?”

[cheeseborgorbord2]

Beauty Created in the Strangest Way

(amab) Sevika x (afab) Harpy reader headcanons

Men and minors DNI

Warnings: fluff, dead dove content, dead animals, depression, smut, breeding, breastfeeding

Jinx and Isha cammeos

SFW

⇒You and Sevika cuddle and sleep every night in your makeshift nest. She's completely forgotten her own bed exists.

⇒Isha has been teaching Sevika American Sign Language and cues you use to communicate with the lack of hands, while Jinx has been teaching you to speak. You couldn't get it right the first few times, but slowly, you mimicked her. And to Sevika's dismay, you occasionally go on cursing tangents.

⇒You hide any feathers you take off into her hair. Sometimes, you come to her with any old flight feathers and bring them to her as a gift. She now has a box dedicated to all the feathers you give her or that she finds herself.

⇒Sevika noticed something strange about you. Recently, you had become more motherly and protective towards Isha when she and Jinx visited and stayed over. You nearly suffocated Isha trying to incubate her and always kept her in your makeshift nest. You would follow her around to make sure she was safe, even to the bathroom- outside, of course. Even harpies understand privacy.

⇒When Isha wasn't there, you'd baby Sevika. You would chew her food and try to regurgitate it back to her. You'd bring her any rats or mice you caught in the apartment and tried getting her to eat them. Sometimes you'd leave them on her pillow as she slept, scaring the fuck out of her when she woke up.

⇒The feathers around your chest and inner thighs were falling off. Some you pulled yourself. Your intimate areas were becoming more visible. Sevika had to slap some clothes on you so you wouldn't scar Jinx and Isha by accidentally flashing them.

⇒She's begun doing more research on harpies. She's read on behaviors, diet, anatomy, and mating habits and rituals.

⇒She learned that the change in behavior was due to the upcoming mating season. You were getting ready to raise a baby, explaining your treatment towards Isha, a child.

⇒You've stood in your nest for days, not getting up for food or water. Sevika had to get it for you. To lessen the load on you, she would take turns on keeping the nest warm. She wanted to get an understanding of what she might get into.

⇒Then, one miraculous day, you laid an egg. The egg was as large as an emu's, with brown freckles scattered around the white shell. You were so proud of your creation that you brought it to Sevika the moment she returned from work. She could see the joy in your eyes as your feathered tail wagged. She placed a gentle kiss on the egg before handing it back to you.

⇒She watched as you kept the egg warm under your feathers for 2 months.

⇒She also watched as the disappointment and sadness glossed over your eyes when month 3 hit and your first egg never hatched.

⇒You became depressed after your first egg didn't hatch. You wouldn't eat or leave the nest, not wanting to leave your precious egg unattended. Sevika had to fight you to get the egg out, which resulted in several scratches and bites on her attached arm and repairs needed on her mechanical one.

⇒You hadn't eaten in a few days. You refuse to eat. Not even your favorite food, thawed rats, tempts you. Sevika doesn't know what to do.

⇒She brings Jinx and Isha over; she needed some help.

"She won't eat, Jinx! I'm terrified! What if I lose her?" Sevika rambles.

Isha is currently combing through your hair and feathers in comfort.

"When did she stop eating?" Jinx asked.

"After I took her egg away."

"Why would you take her egg away? It's like kidnapping a baby. Even I wouldn't do that," Jinx crossed her arms. "You practically took her baby away."

"Damn it, I know. But her egg didn't hatch. She wouldn't leave her egg. I had to take it."

"What if you get her a fake egg?" Jinx proposes.

"Where in the world am I going to get an egg the size of Isha's head?"

"I dunno," Jinx shrugged. "Wait, did you say the size of Isha's head? Damn...Which side did she push it from?"

"Jinx!" Sevika scolded.

"What? Geez, I can't ask?" Jinx puts her hands up in defense.

Sevika huffed as she looked over at you. She saw how motherly you were with Isha. She didn't know what to do. She felt helpless, and that was her most hated feeling.

⇒One night, as she lays in the nest next to you, she thinks back on the research she did. She remembers a page she read on mating rituals and habits. Female harpies have been known to force humans into mating and becoming sperm donors, resulting in female offspring. Then, an idea popped into her mind; she could willingly mate with you.

⇒The next morning, she caresses your face, her calloused hands running over your skin. You let out a small tired trill as you're awaken with rare gentleness.

"Morning, Birdie. You okay?" She asked, her thumb running along your cheek. You shake your head, resting it against her chest.

"I can make it better."

NSFW

⇒Sevika kisses you with passion and sweetness. She puts all her love in the way she kissed you, the way her hands roamed your feathered body.

⇒Her hands slip off the tube top and boxers she lended you, revealing your fully naked parts to her. She worshipped your nipples with her mouth as her thick fingers ran along your slip.

"You want this, my good girl?" She whispered into your ear. You nod, letting soft moans slip out.

⇒Her fingers start at a low pace inside you at first but speed up when you beg her to.

"P-please, fuck, fuck," you choke out.

⇒When she makes you come, you waste no time in struggling to take her pants off, but damn these wings.

⇒ She's huffing and panting as she thrusts her hips up as her cock drives deeper into your tight pussy. The sounds of skin slapping echo throughout the room. Your gummy walls gripped her like a vice, sucking her in further, the tip of her cock hitting your cervix. Your wings wrap around her as she brings you closer to another orgasm.

"Co...come..ing!" You squeak as your walls spasm around her.

"Fuck!" Sevika groans, her hips thrusting up a final time, her hands holding your hips down as she shoots thick ropes of cum into your womb.

⇒She peppers kisses all over your face after coming down from her orgasm. She gently lays you down against the pillows, allowing you to relax before moving her hips again, fucking her cum more into your womb. Your tits bounce with every impact of her hips against your thighs.

⇒She lifts your hips up, angling them, her shaft rubbing against that special spongy spot that makes you see stars. The friction quickly brings you to your third climax. She slows her movements.

⇒ The next thing you know, she's folding you in half, knees to your chest, into a mating press, roughly pounding herself at the delicious angle. Her heavy balls, churning copious amounts of cum, slap against your slightly feathered ass.

⇒She's whispering sweet nothings into your ears as she gets close.

"Gods, I love you so much. Good girl. I can't wait to have a baby with you."

⇒Her hips deliver the final blow as she busts more seed into your womb, holding you close. Her cum drips out with her cock inside, your womb and pussy filled to the brim.

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SFW (again)

⇒Sevika is happy when you begin eating again.

⇒She's awoken in the middle of the night by you shaking her to show her the five new eggs you finished laying. She smiled, a tear slipping out her eye.

⇒It's been two more months. Any day now, the eggs should hatch. Sevika has called in sick with food poisoning and is staying at home. She wants to be there when her babies are born.

⇒You two are asleep when the sounds of cracking break the silence of the night. You two immediately perk up at the noise. You lift up your feathers to the sight of cracked shells. As you move for Sevika to get a better view, your eyes light up.

⇒Two of the eggs hatched successfully. Two baby harpies are born, naked wings and small yet sharp talons. Their skin is light brown, and they have small tufts of hair and feathers covering spots on their heads.

⇒You hold one baby girl to your breast, helping her latch on, your daughter hungrily feeding. Meanwhile, Sevika holds your other daughter in her arms, looking in adoration at her two daughters.

"They're beautiful."

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[hanichani]

Of cats and men

Pairing: lee know x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: min loves his cats (and maybe he also tolerates you)

Warnings: min being a meanie but what else is new

Word count: 674

a/n: very short so I usually wouldn't name it but I thought of cats and men was so cute... yk, get it? of cats and men? like of mice and men? okay, anyways

you’re sitting on your couch with dori sleeping in your lap when the door opens. your favorite boy in the whole world walks through and starts taking his shoes off. he crouches down to say hi to his two little fur angels who immediately ran up to him to greet him. you can hear soft purring from the door and you’re not sure if it’s the cats or their owner.

“where’s your brother, hm?” he says while getting up from the cats and walking further into the apartment.

“is that all you care about? what about me?” you whine from the couch, turning your head around to look at the man who just appeared in the living room.

“hi baby.” he coos and walks closer to you.

“hi.” you say back with a smile, happy that he acknowledged you. but then he fires back.

“i was talking to dori.” he picks the cat up from your lap and plops down next to you, petting dori’s head. you stare at him with a frown on your face which he soon notices when he finally looks up from the cat.

“okay, hi to you too” he rolls his eyes, the hand that’s not petting dori reaching for your own. but you’re not satisfied with this and he can see that.

“okay fine,” he groans “hi to you too baby.”

you smile and squeeze his hand, happy that you got what you wanted.

or when it’s the middle of the night and his fur babies decide to bother you both

you were sound asleep before a paw landed on your face. opening your eyes, you saw a ginger cat nestling in the crook of your neck while the brown one was happily kneading at your face. you sighed and turned over to look at minho who was peacefully sleeping, no cats attacking his body lovingly. he looked so cute when asleep, you weren’t going to wake him for this.

“get off dori.” you grabbed the brown cat and placed it on the floor next to your bed, doing the same to soonie after. why couldn’t they be like their brother who was quietly sleeping in the corner of the room.

you thought you had won but a few minutes later the fur babies were back causing you to groan.

“leeeaaave, let me sleep.” you whined while turning to your side, causing the cats to adjust around your body.

“why don’t you leave, they’re just trying to sleep as well.” the boy next to you mumbled in his half asleep form. he pulled soonie who was closer to him to his body, cuddling with the cat. you were irritated at this point and sleeping on the couch seemed like the lesser of two evils. so, you sat up in the bed, ready to move to the living room but a hand grabbed your wrist.

“what, you wanted me to leave. im leaving.” you said, trying to get out of his hold.

but even in his sleepy form, minho managed to pull you down onto the bed. he pulled your body close, causing soonie to run away from him.

“don’t be a dummy.” he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms around your torso.

“i love you.” he whispered after a moment of silence. squeezing you closer to him.

when you didn’t respond, his fingers pinched the skin on your waist causing you to yelp and scare off the cats who were now running out of the bedroom.

“say it back.” he mumbled into your skin, pressing a small kiss there after.

“I thought you were talking to the cats.” you groan, your hands going to his hair to play with it.

you hear a small tsk from him and then feel another kiss on your skin.

“i love you.” you whisper back and it’s now you placing a kiss to his skin, more specifically his forehead.

great, so now you were stuck with a human sized cat wrapped around you instead.

[literaryavenger]

Not So Bad

Summary: It's Bucky's birthday, but he doesn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Language. None, really just fluff. No mentions of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1K

A/N: He's my second story for today. Happy birthday, Bucky! Thanks to @ordelixx for the idea and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for read proofing it.

Masterlist

Ever since he’s rejoined society and gained the closest thing he can have to a normal life, being a supersoldier and all, there’s one thing that Bucky can’t bring himself to do: celebrate his birthday.

The more memories he regains, the more he remembers a time where he used to celebrate his birthday with his family and his friends.

Sure, they didn’t have much, but he had his mom and his sister and Steve. It was a simpler yet happier time, and he now all he feels is gloomy.

So every year he treats it like any other day. He trains and goes on missions if he has to, and if he’s in the compound he chills with a book or maybe takes a motorcycle ride, never once even making it known to the rest of the team that it’s his birthday.

“Seriously, Buck? That’s how you’re gonna spend your whole day?” Steve asks Bucky as they walk down the hallway towards their rooms.

“Yes, seriously.” Bucky answers with a roll of his eyes. Every year Steve tries to get Bucky to do something more to celebrate his birthday, but Bucky never budges. “You know damn well what I think about my birthday.”

Steve groans and stops walking, causing Bucky to stop too, and tries one last time before leaving Bucky to his sulking. “I know, but come on! Let’s at least do something together. Let’s celebrate your birthday like we used to, go to Coney Island or something. Don’t spend the day alone!”

“We spend everyday together, Rogers. Sometimes it’s nice to get a break.” Bucky jokes with a smirk before he starts walking again and leaves Steve to chuckle and roll his eyes before he walks to his own room.

What neither of the supersoldiers realized is that they had stopped right in front of your room to talk, just as you were about to walk out. You stopped in your tracks and listened to their conversation.

It’s Bucky’s birthday? How did you not know that? Sure it’s not like you’re the best of friends, but you’re still pretty close. You should’ve known that.

So you decide to do something nice for him today while still respecting his wishes of having a low-key day. You take your purse and jacket and head to the garage, getting into your car and driving towards the city.

Truth is, you’ve always had a crush on the Sergeant. It was hard not to when he looked the way he did, and he was as sweet as Bucky was. 

As intimidating as he might look, you knew how shy he could be. He got flustered easily when he got a compliment, and you found him so adorable when he started blushing and stuttering.

You go to the bookstore you know Bucky loves to browse when he is in the city, it’s a small store that’s filled with second hand books. Bucky always said that he loved to give books a second chance, just like he got one after Hydra. 

You look through the books until you find the perfect one: Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck.

The team saw the movie together when it was Steve’s turn to pick, and as you sat next to Bucky you heard him quietly talk with Steve about the details they remembered from reading the book in the 30s. 

You go to Bucky’s favorite bakery next and buy two dozen of his favorite cupcakes, and when you see that they sell different colors of candles you have to buy a gold and black one.

You drive back to the compound and, after dropping the rest of the cupcakes in the kitchen for the team, you take one, putting the candle on top of it and taking a lighter. You go to Bucky’s room, cupcake in one hand and gift bag in the other, and knock on his door. 

“Come in.” Bucky says from inside, thinking it’s Steve coming to bother him again.

You open the door slightly and look inside, seeing him sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard and a book in his hands.

“Am I bothering you?” You ask hesitantly.

“N-no, you’re not. Come in.” Bucky says quickly, closing his book and sitting up straighter.

You open the door completely and enter his room, taking a couple of steps towards him before stopping. “I… I got you something.”

Bucky’s eyes widen a little as he sees the cupcake and the gift bag you’re holding out to him.

“Did Steve tell you?” His eyes narrow a little, and you squirm a little under his gaze and shake your head.

“I overheard you talking about it…” You say quietly, a little embarrassed. “I get that you don’t want a party or anything, but I thought… I don’t know, I just wanted to do something nice for you on your birthday…”

You start to second guess yourself as he just looks at you and, just as you’re about to backtrack on your stupid idea and leave him alone, he smiles brightly at you, sitting on the edge of his bed and patting the spot next to him.

You sit next to him and you put the bag on his bed so you can light the candle and hold the cupcake out to him with a smile. “Make a wish.”

Bucky thinks about it for a second. He knows what he wants to wish for, the thing is he already got his wish: you in his room, sitting with him on his bed. But he makes his wish anyway before blowing out the candle.

He wished for you to be his.

You smile at each other for a moment before you snap yourself out of it, shaking your head a little and picking up his present and giving it to him.

He puts the cupcake on his nightstand as he takes the bag and opens it and you can see his face light up when he sees it as he runs his fingers down the cover before looking at you with a smile. “Thank you, doll.”

You smile back at him and lean in to kiss his cheek. “Happy birthday, Bucky.” You say before getting up and leaving, letting him have his peaceful day of relaxation. 

Bucky watches you go with a slight blush, his hand over his cheek where you kissed it and a goofy smile on his face.

Perhaps celebrating his birthday is not such a bad thing after all.

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 29 || The Confessions

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, fluff, & angst.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.4k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——THE WORRY YOU EXPERIENCED WAS unnecessary though and the night goes entirely different than you expect it to. Who knew you'd have to be more worried about Gojo rather than the dress you wore...

The two of you were quick to part ways once you were inside, him taking a seat at a table decently far from the bar while you took your place there. Your back was to the man the entire night and he even wore these stupid glasses that made him look like one of the three blind mice.

You teased him about it for a while but he simply ignored you, claiming that he needed the eyewear to look inconspicuous.

So now you sat at the bar alone, glancing around for a specific blonde-haired male who was supposed to be there somewhere.

You waited and waited, ordering a drink or two while you were at it. Time flew by and as you waited, you'd look back to where Gojo was and send him a questioning look, silently asking where the hell Nanami was.

Gojo would shoot you a text saying he has no idea and you'd roll your eyes at him. A few minutes of waiting turned into thirty, then an hour, then two.

By that time, you were annoyed that of all the people you'd been watching the entire time, not one of them was Nanami Kento. Before you could send Gojo your millionth glare of the night, an arm was slung over your shoulder and his voice was in your ear.

"Don't cuss me out but..." Gojo murmured cautiously, "I just found out he actually comes here every other Friday night..."

Your eye twitches, "Tell me you're joking."

"I'm sorry sweets," Gojo says, chuckling a little as he pulls away from your ear.

You turn your head to face him with a glare, "I've been sitting here waiting for two whole hours because of you."

"I'm sorry, truly." He apologizes softly, "Lemme' make it up to you."

A brow is raised, "How?"

Gojo nods his head over to the dance floor, "With my amazing dancing skills," He offers enthusiastically, "That way your night won't be completely wasted!"

"No." You decline flatly.

The man pouts, "Oh c'monnnn, just one dance? I promise you'll feel better after."

With a heavy sigh, you move his arm off your shoulder and turn to slip out of your chair. For a moment, Gojo keeps pouting, assuming that you're rejecting him again before a hand goes to his tie and you drag him toward the dance floor.

He stumbles after you for a moment and then smiles happily when he realizes where you're taking him. The second your foot hits the dancefloor, an arm goes around your waist and you're spun around to meet Gojo's face before you even realize it.

He pulls you in close and he's got this gushing smile on his face even though you're still glaring at him. Gojo slides a hand to one of yours, forcing it up and around his neck and then following suit with your other hand.

"This isn't the kind of dancing I thought you meant," You tell him quietly.

There are a few other people dancing around the two of you, all of which appear to be couples.

"Gotta' fit in with everyone else, love," Gojo says, slowly swaying to the gentle music in the background just like those around you.

You sigh heavily, "This doesn't make up for anything."

"Then what will?" He asks, "I really didn't mean to waste your night like this."

You shrug in response to him.

There's this piano being played in the background and the whole dancing situation feels all too romantic.

You didn't like it at first but as Gojo continued to dance with you, easing your body closer and closer to his own, you slowly started to enjoy it-- even if only a little.

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At some point, both his arms are wrapped around your waist and yours are comfortably up around his neck. You keep trying to avoid his eyes but it was impossible with the way he just stared at you as you slow danced.

When you do look at him, you move a hand to take those ridiculous glasses off his face.

Gojo smiles when his eyes meet your own unobstructed, the sight of his happy expression melting your heart in indescribable ways. You take his glasses and tuck them down into one of his pockets before bringing your hand back up.

"Told' you they looked stupid," You try to explain your actions so you don't seem weird.

He hums, "I thought they looked pretty cool..."

You simply shake your head at him and return to focusing on your dancing, swaying gently as the piano has long since stopped playing, and now a radio of songs is what's guided people to dance. There were a few songs that made you want to stop dancing, especially when Choso popped into your mind at one point.

Gojo notices the distant look in your eyes and tilts his head at you, "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, "Nothing-"

"Don't lie to me, I can tell something's on your mind," He interrupts, moving to give you a slow twirl before pulling you back into his body, "What're you thinking about?"

You avoid looking him in the eyes, "Someone else."

"Oh wow, thinking of another guy while you're dancing with me?" He utters playfully, trying to lighten your mood.

You chuckle but his words hold the truth, "Yes, actually."

"Choso?" Gojo asks.

The way you're still avoiding his eyes tells him everything he needs to know. For a moment, he doesn't say anything and neither do you. You two just keep dancing as the song playing changes.

There's this mellow beat that flows into your ears, a song titled Old Love by yuji & putri dahlia. It's a beautiful song and it makes the moment of you slow dancing with Gojo all the more unnecessarily romantic.

You rest your head against the crook of his neck and Gojo lets out a sigh. There's no reason why you should even be dancing with this man still but you didn't exactly want to stop.

Gojo starts thinking back to the song that played a few minutes before the current, "Y'know, earlier... I was uh, I was thinking about you and him while that one song played," He says suddenly.

You grin, "What song?"

"Slow dancing in the dark," He explains, "I think the artist is named Joji... Ever heard of it before?"

You move away from his neck and meet his eyes, "I mean it just played not that long ago so, yeah."

He chuckles, "I mean before today, sweetheart."

"Uhh... Once before, yeah," You shrug a little. Then, you narrow your eyes at him, "Why'd that song make you think about me and Choso?"

"Well, did you hear the lyrics?" Gojo sighs.

"I did," You hum, "But I don't get how it relates to me and Choso..."

The man you're dancing with sighs heavily and his eyes dart off to the side, "Do you know what the song is about?"

"Uh, a failing relationship, I believe..." You murmur, not one hundred percent sure.

"Yeah," He agrees.

You raise a brow immediately, "Are you saying me and Choso are gonna fail?"

"No," Gojo chuckles, "The overall meaning of the song applies more to me and you, even though we're not in a relationship."

You blink and simply listen to his explanation.

"That one part where the song is all, you should be with him, I can't compete." Gojo quotes, "That uh... That made me think of you and Choso I guess."

"Is that how you feel?" The question that leaves your lips makes him tense up, his eyes carefully falling on yours once more.

Gojo gazes at you in thought for a long moment before saying, "Might' be a little cliche but, yeah."

"So you actually think like that?" You ask softly, "You wholeheartedly think I should be with Choso and not you?"

"Well..." He trails off.

His explanation fails to find his tongue, words floating around in his brain as he tries to come up with a good way to answer your question.

"Do I think you should be with him, yes." Gojo eventually gets out. "Would I rather you be with me, of course."

The look in your eyes softens, "This whole thing is hard for you, isn't it?"

His voice gets caught in his throat for just a second, "Wh-What?"

"I mean, having to know that once the list is over..." Your gaze drops down a little, "You're supposed to help me get with Choso. Doesn't... Doesn't that hurt you?"

Gojo feels his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he processes your question. Of course it hurts him, not that he wants to express that to you though.

"Nah," Gojo lies, chuckling loosely, "I'll be fine-"

"You're lying." You cut off, your voice gentle, "You can't tell me that helping the woman you love get with another man doesn't hurt you."

"So what if it does?" He shrugs, "S'long as you're happy, I'll be fine."

The air goes somber, the looks exchanged between the two of you filled with all different kinds of emotions.

"That's so toxic," You scoff, turning your head away.

"How? I'm putting my feelings aside for your happiness, what's wrong with that?" He questions.

"Everything," You try to emphasize the importance behind what he's doing as best as you can, "You're just gonna put aside your love for me so that I can be happy? That's terrible. You may be an asshole but... to a certain extent, you don't deserve that-"

"So what do I deserve then?" Gojo breathes out, his voice dipping down into something almost hurt, "Tell me my love, what is it you think I, as your blackmailer, deserve?"

You swallow down a heap of emotions, "A better situation," You say.

He tilts his head as he peers down at you. Even without your eyes on his, you can feel how emotional his gaze is, "And what better situation is there for me that doesn't involve you?"

The strings of your heart are once again being tugged on, this one more aggressive than the last. You can't help but shut your eyes for a moment and shake your head in disbelief.

"Maybe one where you're not blackmailing me," You whisper, still avoiding his eyes. "Perhaps then, and only then, would you have experienced the joy that is having your love reciprocated."

Gojo starts chuckling at your claims, almost as if it's untrue. "Sweetheart, there is no greater joy for me than loving you, even if it's not reciprocated."

You finally brought your gaze to his and it was as though time froze. Dislike courses through you at the way the moment became so intimate, so personal. The way your eyes flick back and forth between his left and right as you search for some sense of focus, trying to still the rapid thoughts in your mind, doesn't go unnoticed.

"That isn't joy, Satoru." You murmur to him, "That's misery."

"It's not," He argues.

"Loving someone so deeply and having it constantly ignored can't be joyful." You explain simply.

Gojo laughs, "You don't get it."

"Don't get what?"

"How deep it goes."

"Tell me then," You request, your eyes never leaving his blue ones.

Gojo rests his forehead against yours, "Tell you how deep my love goes? Sweets, we'll be standing here all night-"

"I don't care," You tell him, "I'll never be able to wrap my head around why you love me if you don't explain it to me."

His lashes flutter into a slow blink, surprised to hear that you don't understand the way he feels for a second time that day. Has he not made it clear enough? Do his actions truly not speak louder than his words? He supposes they don't, seeing as his actions merely contradict those intimate claims of his.

"I love you for a lot of reasons," Gojo starts off, his voice completely open and vulnerable to you as he begins to express himself. "It wasn't a love at first sight kinda' thing or anything but I have felt this for a long time."

"Even before the list?" You ask.

"Mhm," Gojo hums, smiling a little as he recalls the moment, "I think I fell in love with your voice first."

"M-My voice?" You gasp, chuckling a little at how he'd fall for such a ridiculous thing.

"Yes, your voice." He continues, "I even remember the first thing you ever said to me."

"Hi?" You say, mocking your past self.

"No," Gojo goes to correct you, "It was actually 'let me know if you need anything'," He quotes.

Your brows furrow, "That was the first thing I ever said to you??"

"Yeah," Gojo chuckles a little, "You didn't say hi when we were introduced to each other, you just waved at me."

"Did I really?" Your eyes widen, "Oh my god that's so embarrassing..."

"It was cute." He snickers.

You visibly cringe, "No it wasn't, why the hell didn't I just say hi...?"

He shrugs, "You were shy."

"Did you say hi?"

"Nope."

For some reason, you feel like you couldn't even remember the day you met him. It was earlier that year, during the summer when you first moved in with Shoko but you don't remember the day exactly.

"Wait really?" You ask in suprise.

"Yep, Shoko just said 'Gojo this is my roomate, roomie, this is Gojo' and called it a day." Gojo recalls flawlessly, shrugging a little, "Then, you spoke to me for the first time later that day when you ran into me in the kitchen."

You raise a brow, "And you mean to tell me that's what you fell in love with?"

"Yes ma'am." Gojo says confidently, "Your voice made me feel all giggly inside."

"You're joking."

"I'm serious," He laughs, "Ask Suguru."

"He'll lie to take up for you."

"Not true..." Gojo pouts.

You shake your head at him, "Anyways, keep explaining why you love me because so far you've just explained how you experienced love at first sound."

Gojo laughs at your words, the sound oddly comforting. "That's exactly what it was too. Wish' I talked to you more back then."

"Think things would be different now?" You ask curiously.

"Mmmh... Maybe," Gojo shrugs. "But who knows."

He then goes to continue his explanation of why he loves you.

"Anyways, I really mean it when I say I love everything about you." Gojo proceeds, "The first time I heard you laugh I think I was on cloud nine."

"So you just love the sounds I make then?" You scoff, raising a brow in question.

"I mean I love your face too, you make the cutest expressions-- especially when you're all pouty about something." He rambles, a beautiful shade of happiness reflected within his features as he expresses his thoughts.

You smirk a bit, "Yeah?"

Gojo chuckles, "Oh and when you do that, god that's so fuckin' sexy."

There's this constant smile on your face for some reason, your brows furrowing at his words, "Me saying yeah?"

"Yes." He sighs, "Or like when you get this tone with me that makes me feel kinda' small? Not in a demeaning or belittling way but it's like you're talking to a lost puppy and I dunno," Gojo shrugs, "I just fall for it."

"When have I ever done that?"

"Literally any time you've asked me if I needed help with something."

"Oh..." You hum, recalling past times, "Well that's because you were acting like you couldn't find anything in my apartment..."

"I couldn't."

"Whatever."

"Your smile," Gojo points out, "I'd kill to see it on you forever."

You giggle, "Murder is a bit excessive, no?"

"Is it?" He questions casually.

"Yes, Satoru."

Gojo moves to twirl you around again in sync with whatever song's playing now, "I meant it when I said I'd do anything for you."

You follow his motions and then end up right back in his arms, "Right..."

"I'd sacrifice the very thing I love just to see you happy." Gojo claims proudly.

You scoff, "Thought' I was the thing you loved?"

"You are."

His words bewilder you, "Then that makes no sense."

"It won't." Gojo shrugs.

"You're so confusing," You point out to him with a sigh, "I'll never understand you."

"I don't seek understanding from you, love." He voices out in a soft tone.

You arch a curious brow, "Then what do you seek?"

"From you?" Gojo smiles, the sight making him appear peaceful, "Simply seeing you happy, that's all."

"Then, logically speaking, wouldn't dropping this stupid list make me happy?"

"You may think it'd make you happy but..." He trails off, losing himseld to his thoughts, "N-Nevermind-"

That was odd. How else are you supposed to view freedom from the list if not blissful? What is he not telling you?

"No, what is it?" You push further.

"Nothing."

A frown takes over your features, "You're lying."

"I can't tell you." Gojo results in saying.

"Why?"

"Because I just can't."

You hate how he doesn't explain himself, wishing that just for one moment he'd let you into the mess that is his brain. "Everyday you only confuse me more, you know that right?" You tell the man.

Gojo's eyes are gentle on yours, "In due time you'll find clarity when you think about me."

"Will I?" Your tone is soft, the moment of tranquility between you two never subsiding.

He glances away for only a second, "I hope so."

You think you can live with that so all you hum is a simple, "Okay..."

After which, you and Gojo continue your slow dance. It's all too romantic but you've still yet to grow the desire to stop. You guess he was right about this making up for the two hours you wasted.

"Can I ask you something now?" Gojo suddenly questions, his eyes now back on you.

"Sure." You reply, your fingers moving to play with the lowest strands of hair on the back of his head.

He finds himself relaxed under your touch but his mind and heart are so anxious, "Is there anything you love about me?"

You scoff obnoxiously, "Love? About you? That's a strong word, Satoru..."

His brain freezes for a moment. Gojo takes his time processing what you've just said before uttering, "You didn't say no."

"I..." You catch yourself stammering, unknowingly glancing down at his lips and losing yourself in thought before finally answering him, "N-No, there's nothing I-"

"What is it?" Gojo cuts off, seeing straight through you.

"There's nothing." A lie, there is one thing and you hate yourself for adoring it the way you do.

He scoffs, "There's something, I know it."

"There's not one thing I love about you, Satoru." Another lie, you can never get over the feeling of his lips on yours, "Like, maybe. But Love? I..." Your words fade for a moment, "I don't feel that emotion for you whatsoever-"

"Liar." Gojo cuts off yet again, he's persistent with getting it out of you.

"What would I possibly love about you?" You ask, playing dumb.

He shrugs, "I dunno, you tell me."

"I hate you," You say, tone void of ill emotion, "Did you forget?"

"I'll never forget that." Gojo responds, voice soft but passionate, "But you can hate me and still love one thing about me. Whether it's something I say or do, you're allowed to love something about me, there's no crime in it."

You get quiet for a long moment, simply staring up into his eyes. After which, you look off to the side. Love is such a strong emotion and you hate to feel such a thing for something that Gojo does.

"There's nothing." You result in saying yet again.

"Not even my looks?" He asks.

"Nope-"

Gojo grows frustrated with you and tips his head into the direction you're looking in, trying to get your eyes back on his, "So what is it?"

You sigh heavily, "It's noth-"

"You stuttered the first time I asked and I saw the way you looked at my lips," He points out, "What is it that you love about me?"

"Nothing, Satoru." You sigh, pleading for him to leave you alone already.

"Tell me."

"No."

"Please?" He begs.

You remain stern, "No."

He's got part of his answer, "So there really is something?"

You don't reply.

"I fucking knew it." That fuels him to a new degree and you feel his arms grow tighter around your waist, "What is it? Tell me please, I won't stop asking until you do."

"Keep asking then." You murmur.

"I will." Gojo says, having no plans on letting it go now, "Tell me. What is it that you love about me? What do I do that makes your heart race?"

That question can be so simply answered. His kisses-- it's the one thing that's always made your heartbeat pound against your chest to a new degree.

"What about me makes you go weak in the knees?" Gojo continues, his voice lowering into something desperate, "Tell me, sweetheart. Please."

You swallow the sudden lump in your throat, "I'm not telling you."

You shouldn't be experiencing such an emotion anyways, it's wrong.

"What is it?" Gojo pleads, his voice so utterly desperate that it makes you feel weird.

You groan, "Nothi-"

"My touch?" He asks.

"What? No-"

Gojo keeps questioning you, "The way I look at you?"

"No."

"My voice?"

"No."

"My confessions?"

"No."

He sighs, "Then just tell me."

"No." You repeat.

"Please? I'll do anything," Gojo's voice almost breaks? It's nearly a whine the way he pleads you, almost like he can't go on without knowing what it is you love about him, "Just tell me what it is and I'll leave you alo-"

"The way you kiss me." You finally blurt out.

Silence.

It envelopes the two of you completely.

Your eyes are everywhere except his and he feels like he can't even breathe properly.

Did he hear you correctly? The way he what? Kisses you? You love that about him? Damn is his heart about to fall out his chest.

"Wh-What?" Gojo breathes out, his eyes are so wide, almost even teary. "T-The way I what?"

Your voice is barely audible, "The way you k-kiss me, Satoru..."

He blinks.

You repeated it and his entire body just felt warm. He's never experienced an emotion to this degree. What is this? Is this what it's like to have his feelings reciprocated? Even if only a little...

He's just staring at you, eyeing your flushed face, seeing how embarrassed you are, and feeling the slight nervous tremble in your body. Gojo was infatuated, taken over with thoughts and emotions of you.

He couldn't even breathe properly. His mind was running rampant, his heart was throbbing so violently in his chest, and he thought he was sweating. Chills ran up his spine as he replayed those words you just uttered.

And the emotions he experienced got no better when you carefully dragged your eyes up to his.

Time had stopped, nothing else in the world mattered except for you and Gojo physically couldn't help himself.

You watch the way his eyes go glossy and he pulls you impossibly closer to him, his face nearing yours. Was he on the verge of tears?

"I'll never do anything else then," Gojo whispers, his voice sounding almost distraught yet whole at the same time.

His head tilts to the side and your brows furrow, "Wha-"

It happens. His lips are on yours before you have another moment to process.

It was so sweet too, his lips impossibly softer than ever. You couldn't think straight anymore as his lips moved over yours, feeling your body melt into his arms.

The man's overwhelming love for you engulfed all of his senses and he nearly lost his mind-- his kissing growing eager as his tongue pushed into your mouth.

You gasp, "S-Satoru-"

He wouldn't even let you speak, beginning to walk you backwards and off the dance floor. You stumbled against his body, your lips slipping over his as he released a sweet little whine into your mouth.

Your hands slid down from around his neck and to his arms, trying to brace yourself for his sudden aggressiveness. You didn't fight with the kiss but you were definitely surprised when you heard a wolf-whistle from someone nearby, followed by your ass lifting onto a table slightly.

When did you get this far off the dancefloor?

Gojo's hands were all over you. They went from your back to your legs, sliding along your thighs and feeling you against his palms. All as you lost your breath within the heated kiss you shared with him.

You heard a chuckle, followed by a 'what a beautiful couple' comment from some older woman-- the sound making you move a hand to Gojo's chest to try and push him away for a second.

Instead of pushing him away, your hand simply flattened on his chest as he sucked on your lower lip and then slid his tongue right back into your mouth. Soft smacks could be heard coming from your lips and you hated how public the sight was.

"Sat-, hah... S-Satoru, please-," You uttered against his mouth, to which he simply groaned against you.

You should've never told him you loved his kisses.

The man moved his hands under your thighs and then he moved to wrap your legs around his waist, then lifted you up.

"I love you," Gojo breathes, just barely, into your mouth. It's almost a groan the way his voice leaves him, his mouth devouring your own eagerly.

Your heart is so heavy as you simply kiss him back, feeling your body being carried off somewhere else. Gojo was so passionate with the way he kissed you, almost as though he feared you'd slip away from his grasp at any given moment.

You don't know where he was carrying you to and you think you stopped caring at some point.

You truly did love kissing Gojo Satoru, despite the conflict that follows feeling such a dangerous emotion toward such a simple action. You loved it regardless.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: ???

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Seventeen's Reaction When You Can't Sleep At Night.

Anyone else having a rough time sleeping lately or is it just me? Past few nights have been rough so I thought of this little thing. Also was inspired to write this based off the song "When You Can't Sleep At Night" by Of Mice And Men. Hope y'all enjoy it.

Warning: mentions death of a loved one, anxiety, nightmares, fluff/angst in some places, minor cussing, fairly sfw but Dino's is a bit suggestive so MDNI, oh also some pet names like: Sweetheart, Baby. Love, Babe, idk the cute names and shit lmfao.

☾ S. Coups:

Your mind was racing and you couldn't help but stare up at the ceiling. You felt a bit guilty because you kept tossing and turning when you were attempting to fall asleep. Seungcheol who was next to you didn't say anything but you made him turn slightly as well while keeping his arm loosely around your waist. He was sound asleep and truth be told you envied him. You wish you could sleep like him. As if he could hear your envious thoughts, you felt his lips on your shoulder before he pulled you closer to him. "Still awake, sweetheart?" You nodded before turning over to look at him. He kissed you and pulled you closer to him. He'd ask you what was on your mind and would do everything in his power to help you sleep. He wouldn't even close his eyes until he knew you were asleep for sure.

☾ Jeonghan:

You made your way into the kitchen to get a cup of water. You were almost 80% convinced that sleep was not going to happen that night because a random bout of anxiety was just eating you alive. What was the anxiety? You had no fucking clue but it just kept nagging at you and you hated it. You just felt so small and you couldn't find your center. You remember a luke warm glass of water used to help one of your friends back in high school so you decided to try it. You only took a sip before tears threatened to fall which made you take a shaky breath. You leaned against the kitchen counter and tried your best not to breakdown but that didn't work to well. Soon you just let it out. You didn't know how long you were there but you felt someone come up behind you and pull you into his embrace. Jeonghan noticed you were taking awhile to come back to bed and decided to look for you. When he found you crying in the kitchen he felt his heart break into a million pieces. He wanted to give you space at first but also felt that you needed someone at that time so he just came and hugged you. You started to cry into his chest harder which he just rocked you until you were done and ready to talk about it. Sleep could wait.

☾ Joshua:

The first few nights after Jisoo left for tour or various schedules were the worst. You had become completely reliant on him and needed to feel his side of the bed had something in it. You had done everything to make it seem that way with adding weighted blankets, books, or even a pet. Nothing worked long term and tonight you felt it. You thought maybe you could gaslight yourself and get some rest that way but no. Nothing was working. Your eyes were tired but the rest of you was not. You decided to scroll on social media and watch fancams of him and hope that would help and it almost did until Jisoo decided to shoot you a text to let you know that he had just got to his hotel. Instinctively, you called him which made him nervous and confused. It was nearly 2:30 am in where you were and you were awake? Before he could even scold you in concern you told him you couldn't sleep. His heart would hurt a bit because he knew that you struggled sleeping when he was not there. He just stayed on the phone with you until you fell asleep. Even then he stayed on a little longer just to hear your breathing. "I'll be home soon, (Y/N,)" he would whisper, "I love you, always."

☾ Jun:

You had a huge project coming up at work in the next week and you were struggling to sleep. Jun didn't realize how bad it was until he stayed the night and noticed you were no longer snuggled into his side. He walked around the house while rubbing his eye trying to find you but it was as if you vanished. He almost gave up until he found a light under a closet door and he found it weird. He knocked on the door while whispering your name which made you gasp in shock. Before you could hide the evidence of papers everywhere Jun opened the closet door and looked at you with an emotionless face. You looked down embarrassed which made him sit down on the floor across from you. He would slowly gather the paperwork, and when you tried to protest he would just shake his head. "Baby," he would whisper, "tomorrow is your day off, how about we practice your project tomorrow after a good night rest?" You tried to protest again but he just looked at you with a pleading look. You would then feel guilty before nodding and looking down. This hurt Jun's heart because he didn't want to be a controlling person but truth be told he was worried for you. He leaned over and kissed both your left and right cheeks before helping both of you up. He led you back into the bedroom while whispering sweet nothings to you. Once you got into bed, he left the room to "hide" your project before joining you.

☾ Hoshi:

You shot up in bed screaming after having the most realistic nightmare. This nightmare has haunted you for years but you thought it was over. Especially with you now dating Soonyoung. Soonyoung jolted up as well asking what was wrong while wrapping his arms around you. You starting weeping into his chest which made him scared as hell. He hugged you as you kept saying "no" and tried his best to calm you down. His eyes started water as he realized soon that you were mumbling apologies to your ex who had passed away in the past. He never asked any information about his death but he knew that it hurt you a lot. He knew the best thing he could do was rock you and kiss the top of your head until you calmed down. Once you did, he held you like that until you started to cry again and apologizing to him. You didn't want Soonyoung to think you loved your ex more because it wasn't the truth. He whispered that you didn't need to apologize and reminded you that he was there for the good, the bad, and the ugly. "Baby, you don't have to tell me a thing if it's too much, but I'm here to listen if you are ever ready. I want to help. I love you, okay?" "okay."

☾ Wonwoo:

Your best friend recently passed from a freak accident and it was just eating you alive. Why did they have to go? Why so soon? You didn't even get to say a proper goodbye and that's what killed you. You just missed them so much and your heart hurt from it. Work had be generous and gave you a bereavement period but staying alone in your thoughts somehow made this time worse for you. You didn't admit it to anyone but Wonwoo knew you were struggling really bad. He saw the signs and knew you weren't sleeping well. Which is why Wonwoo was staying over the night of the funeral so he could do everything in his power to help you. Not with words but with actions. He made you tea and put soft music while you sat on the couch in a blanket while scrolling through your friends instagram. His heart hurt for you because he knew what it was like to lose someone. He sat next to you and put an arm around you. You leaned up against him, "I miss them," you whispered. "I know, I'm sorry." He continued to hold you until finally went to sleep.

☾ Woozi:

After a hour of tossing and turning, you realized that sleep was just not an option. You didn't know why it was so hard to sleep but it just was. You sighed as you turned on your phone and noticed Jihoon had just sent you an instagram reel. You couldn't help but smile at his name and watched the reel with a smile across your face. When you reacted to the reel you got a call pretty soon from him which you quickly answered. "You're still up?" He asked before you could even say 'hello.' This made you scoff before saying, "I could say the same thing about you." "Eh, I have an excuse. I'm in the studio." You rolled your eyes before getting an idea. "Can I come by? I can't sleep and wanna be near you. I promise I won't annoy you." He chuckled and hummed a bit. "Sure, wanna spend the night too when we are both finally sleepy?" "Yes please. I'll be there in 10."

☾ DK:

One of your many quirks was panic baking. Whenever you were stressed about something you would bake. It didn't matter if it was brownies, cakes, bread, cupcakes, lemon bars, or whatever. So many of your friends loved this little habit about you but they didn't realize you would do this instead of sleep most nights. However, Seokmin did. He came home after a long day of schedules when he smelt some goodies come from the kitchen. Normally people would be excited to smell goodies but not at 1:30 in the morning. He would sigh and make his way to the kitchen. There he saw you taking out some cupcakes. He waited for you to set the hot plate down before he called out your name. You jumped and looked at him as if you were a deer in headlights. He gave you a concerned look and that's when you broke down and told him you couldn't sleep because you were nervous so you baked because that "was all you were good at." As you continued to breakdown in front of Seokmin, he quickly made his way to you and just rocked you while you fell apart. He whispered sweet nothings and stayed there for awhile before promising to clean up the kitchen so you could take a shower in hopes it would make you sleepy.

☾ Mingyu:

It was one of those nights where sleep was the enemy. You just kept tossing and turning to a point where you were just getting annoyed. You had tried everything from white noise to brewing some sleepy time tea. Nothing worked. It wasn't until you started scrolling through instagram and noticed Mingyu just posted a photodump. You liked it instinctively and automatically got a call from your concerned boyfriend. It was 2am and his royalty was still awake? Unacceptable. When you answered his heart broke when he realized that you were struggling to sleep so he did what any good boyfriend would do and came over to snuggle. Hopefully he could help you sleep.

☾ Minghao:

It was a sleepless night the night before and you promised Minghao to a brunch date. You were exhausted by the time you got there but tried your best to shake it off so he wouldn't worry. However, Minghao knew how to read you like a book so you were not able to fool him one bit. He would just order the food to go and take your cute ass home so you could get some proper rest. He would wait for you to tell him if anything was going on but would just take care of you by brewing you a tea or cuddling you to sleep.

☾ Seungkwan:

Sleeping was never one of your talents. Honestly, you never could get the right amount of sleep. It would either be too much or too little. To say this didn't concern Seungkwan would be a lie. He would often ask how your sleep schedule was and if you mentioned you got less than 3 hours the night before his heart would break. Unlike Minghao, he would ask if anything was bothering you or what was going on but that's just because he wanted to make sure you were okay. If you were going through something, he would try his best to work it out with you. He even would offer a shoulder to sleep on if you got sleepy throughout the day.

☾ Vernon:

To say you tried to sleep was an understatement. You were tossing and turning, counting all the sheep, and even tried to gaslight yourself that you were asleep. However, nothing worked. You still laid wide awake while your precious boyfriend was asleep peaceful next to you. You sighed as you turned one last time and surprisingly that woke Hansol up. He rubbed his eye before flinging an arm around you and pulling you closer. "You okay, babe?" He would ask with his voice all gruffy sounding due to the sleep. "yeah... sorry." He didn't believe you and would roll you over so you were making eye contact, he tried to figure it out telepathically but he couldn't so he kissed your nose instead. The gesture made you scoff before snuggling into him. "I'm fine, just can't sleep very well tonight." He'd hum while playing mindlessly with your hair. "We can put on a movie if you want?" You would smile into his chest before whispering an "ok." It was moments like these when you were thankful he was there.

☾ Dino:

You sighed before sat up to get out of bed. Sleep was just not in the cards and honestly there were other things you could do instead of getting a restless night of sleep. However, you momentarily forgot your adorable boyfriend, Chan, was cuddled up next to you and his grasp tightened as you tried to escape his grasp. Him being stubborn made you giggle which made him smile before he looked up at you. "You can't leave me yet, it's still dark outside." You would sigh before wrapping your arms around him as well in defeat. "Sorry babe, I just can't sleep." "Mmm, why?" "I don't know. I've tried everything." He then opened his eyes a bit and gave you a little smirk, "I mean not everything...." You could feel what he meant and giggled before kissing him and hoping he could *literally* wear you out.

It's finally out. Please lmk your favorite one. Personally I loved writing DK's part. (as usual. It's so easy for me to write for him,) Please lmk what yall liked tho <3

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Love is Blind

note: Love is blind dating show, but make it medieval. And accidental.

warnings: angst/fluff. mention of getting locked in a dungeon, death, and battle, happy ending tho!

pairing: Sihtric x fem!reader (no mention of Y/N)

summary: You fell in love with a man's voice when everything seemed lost.

word count: 3,6k

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The dungeon you were held prisoner in was dark and cold at night. During the days the temperature in the gloomy fortress basement was a little more bearable, as the sun warmed the grounds above you while you were hidden from its comforting rays, always living in darkness. Your now dirty dress, which was ripped to shreds at the arms during your arrest, was the only piece of cloth keeping you warm, albeit barely. You were locked away violently several days ago, after you had spoken up against your King and his way of ruling. Your future was uncertain and you were to be imprisoned until a decision had been made on what your punishment would be. You feared death, but even worse you feared to become a pleasure slave to the King or to be kept locked up to rot away slowly. So death was unfortunately the favourable option out of those.

You hadn't seen much of the dungeon when you were shoved in there as it was completely deprived of any natural light at all times, but you had caught a glimpse thanks to the flickering flames of torches held by the guards, and you knew there was at least one other cell next to you. The first day you were convinced that someone was imprisoned next to you, as you heard rustling nearby every now and then, but whenever you called out you received no answer. Even when your eyes had adjusted to the darkness surrounding you it was hard to tell if you were alone, as the rustling continued daily, but huge wooden crates were stacked on top of each other in between the makeshift prison cells, making it impossible to even try and look for the vague figure of a person in the cell next to you.

However, you soon found out you were a lonely prisoner, with your only occasional visitors being a few rats and a couple of mice who would rustle nearby as they came to feast on the few crumbs of old bread you left behind every afternoon, after you were brought some food. Well, brought was not even the right word to describe it, as it would simply be thrown towards you through the thick and rusty bars of steel that made for your enclosure. The guards would always try to hit you, wanting to embarrass you as much as possible, but the place was so dark that they often missed as you hid in the far corner of your cell.

You were treated worse than a dog and you had no idea how you would be able to live through this suffering. The quietness was too loud and the dungeon was too dark. You prayed for a miracle every waking hour. You prayed to have someone there with you, someone to talk to and someone to remind you that you were still human. No matter how horrible it was to wish someone else to be captured and imprisoned too, just knowing you weren't going to die alone in that forsaken place would be a tragic comfort, so you kept praying for some human company.

And surprisingly enough your prayers would soon be answered.

You were rudely awoken by some commotion that sounded from the long and dark corridor that led to the dungeon you were locked in. Male voices, which seemed to argue loudly, came closer rapidly and suddenly you saw the lit torches which were held by guards. There were more guards than usual, you managed to notice in the dim light of the burning flames, and you jumped up. You were terrified yet relieved that your fate had probably been decided, that being the reason why there were so many men present, but you quickly realised it wasn't anything like that. Because instead of hearing your door open, you heard the door of your neighbouring cage slam shut, followed by the sound of someone spitting at the guards and then kicking at the door, rattling the heavy chains that kept it shut.

'Spit on me again, you Dane scum,' the familiar voice of a guard barked, 'and I will kill you.'

'Not if I will kill you first,' a new male voice sounded threateningly, yet calm and confident as he spoke.

You held your breath as the guards left, your eyes were wide in the darkness while you listened to the breathing of the prisoner next to you as it became harder and heavier. You recognised it all too well, for you too had been in a state of panic after you were left on your own once you were locked up in this pit of blackness. You swallowed hard, your slightly parted lips were chapped and dry as you breathed in and out through them as calmly as possible, finding the courage to speak as whoever had just joined you remained silent.

'H-hello?' you carefully said.

Your voice sounded weaker than expected and different than you had remembered. It's strange how fast one can forget their own voice and lose the strength of it, you thought for a split second. But the man next to you stopped breathing abruptly upon hearing your voice, and the dungeon became momentarily as quiet as it had been since you arrived, which pulled you away from your thoughts. For a brief moment you thought you had imagined it all and that there was no one there, so when you finally got a response you nearly jumped out of your skin.

'Who's there?' the man who shared your fate asked.

You managed to stammer your name and told him how long you had been there and why, giving him a brief summary of your most recent life.

'My name is Sihtric,' the man replied calmly, 'I am sorry we seem to share the same destiny, lady. I was caught spying here today,' he sighed, 'it seems I will also be kept here until they decide what to do with me.'

'I am sorry,' you barely whispered.

You fought your tears as you felt overwhelmed with emotions. A part of you felt horrible that this man next to you would face death probably sooner than later, but you were also relieved and somewhat happy that you weren't alone anymore, however selfish that may be.

'Who are you spying for?' you asked, curious to the man who gave you a spark of hope again.

'Lord Uhtred,' Sihtric responded.

You listened carefully while it sounded as if he was making himself comfortable on the cold, straw and sand covered floor.

'Of Bebbanburg?' you then asked.

'Of Bebbanburg,' Sihtric confirmed, his voice sounding a little closer suddenly, 'the lands have been at peace for a while but Uhtred doesn't trust your so-called King. Uhtred is afraid he will not rule by the newly made laws and start another war soon.'

'I have said almost the same thing,' you scoffed, 'and that landed me here.'

'So it is true?' Sihtric asked, his voice hopeful and even somewhat excited, 'he wants to spill blood?'

'I don't know,' you said with a sigh and sat down yourself, leaning against the cold steel bars as you faced the crates that hid your new companion, 'but it is clear that he does not agree with one united country. But what do I care,' you shrugged, 'I don't have much longer anyway. I will soon be dead and forgotten.'

Sihtric was quiet for a moment, and you carefully listened to any sounds that may tell you what he was doing, but it remained completely silent until he spoke again after a few long seconds.

'Your punishment is death, lady?'

'I hope so,' you half laughed, 'I'd rather die than become a slave or just rot away here.'

'I understand that,' the man's warm voice replied, 'that is an honourable way to go. If anything you would die standing for your opinion.'

You softly smiled in the darkened prison, as Sihtric's voice warmed and soothed you in ways which had been simply unthinkable only moments earlier. There was a calmness whenever he spoke which brought you comfort, and hearing the sound of his breathing nearby was enough to make you feel safe, however strange that may be as you had no idea who exactly he was. You then realised you had no idea what he looked like either, and your curiosity began to take over. Because what did this mystery man look like? What hardships and joys had he experienced? You figured Sihtric was the last person you'd ever get to know and talk to, so you wanted to know all about him before it was too late, and you had nothing to lose anyway.

'Are you married?' you blurted out, breaking the long yet comfortable silence.

'Married?' Sihtric asked with a light scoff, then laughed, 'I am not, lady. Why? Do you seek a husband?'

'I might,' you chuckled, suddenly forgetting your doomed reality, 'not many men come by here, so I must try my chances.'

You heard Sihtric laugh softly, and you could tell he moved closer to the wall of crates that kept you hidden from each other. Your heart fluttered when his soft voice sounded closer and clearer than before, as if it embraced you tightly and held you close, that's how it made you feel. His voice was the most beautiful sound you ever had the pleasure of hearing.

'Very well,' Sihtric said, clearly amused as he knew there was nothing else he could do other than play along, 'what makes you think I am a suitable husband?'

'I don't,' you smiled and felt yourself blush, 'that's what I'm trying to figure out. I want to know all about you.'

While the sun began to set and the dungeon started to cool off again, you learned a lot about the man who resided next to you for the time being. Sihtric told you what he looked like, after you asked him, and you tried to paint the picture in your head of a tall and strong man, with dark loose hair and a face with some old battle scars. You tried to imagine the colour of his eyes, which he told you were not both of the same colour. You were desperate to see his smile and to see the tattoos he has that he told you about, but you could only create a version of Sihtric in your head, not knowing if it was even close to what he really looked liked. But it was comforting nevertheless and it brought you joy, as you imagined him as a man you could easily fall in love with.

He also told you about his past and his present, that he is the Lord of Dunholm but still serves Uhtred whenever he can, which is how he ended up next to you. And in return to all he told you, you also opened up to him about your life before you were captured. And you then described the way you looked, and Sihtric was clearly captivated by you as he'd often pleasantly hum while you spoke about yourself.

'I'm wearing a white dress,' you said, 'well, it is not white anymore I'm afraid. And it has been ripped, my arms are bare and my skirt has ripped in places too.'

'Are you not cold?' Sihtric asked, concerned.

'I am okay,' you lied, 'what are you wearing?'

'I, eh, have a cloak,' Sihtric said, feeling guilty for realising he was rather comfortable and warm compared to you, 'and underneath that I am wearing leather and wool tunic.'

'That sounds nice,' you smiled.

You tried to hide the fact you were freezing in your prison after the sun had set hours ago, but your clattering teeth betrayed you. You heard Sihtric move around and he told you to go up to the door of your cell, and you did as he asked while shivering. At first you didn't understand what he was doing, but you then realised he tried to throw and shove something your way. There wasn't much distance between the two prisons, but the darkness made it hard to aim right and a struggle for your hands to find whatever he wanted to give you on the ground once it got within reach.

'What is this?' you asked when you finally got a hold of some heavy cloth and dragged it in through the bars.

'My cloak,' Sihtric answered, 'use it, it will keep you warm.'

His heavy cloak was made of thick and soft fur, and it was still warm when you threw it around your shoulders. Your attempt to fight your tears was futile, as Sihtric reminded you that there were still good men out there, and you needed a moment as you sniffled quietly.

'Thank you,' your voice trembled, 'thank you so much, but will you not be cold?'

'Do not worry about me, lady,' Sihtric said, 'I will be fine.'

You buried yourself underneath his cloak, as it was big enough to wrap all around you and it brought you some much needed warmth. The cloak smelled earthy and a bit like ale and horses, but it was pleasant and you felt all tingly inside as you buried your face in it to inhale Sihtric's lingering scent deeper.

It didn't take long before you dozed off, and only when Sihtric heard you were peacefully asleep did he allow himself to get some rest too.

Surprisingly enough you and Sihtric were left unbothered for several days in a row, with only a guard appearing to provide you both with some food and water to somewhat survive. You couldn't tell day apart from night, but awaiting your verdict was much more bearable with the pleasant company of the man next to you as the hours passed by. You had long fallen in love with his voice already, you thought his jokes were not that great but funny nonetheless, and you couldn't contain your smile whenever you heard him laugh at his own words. Despite the fact that you still didn't know what he really looked like, you felt attracted to him regardless, and it turned out that Sihtric felt the exact same way.

'I wish I could hold you,' he confessed in the darkness, after who knows how many days had passed.

'I wish that too,' you said and smiled sadly as you were wrapped in his cloak again, 'I wish I could see you.'

'I wish I could see you too,' Sihtric whispered, 'I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you. I…,' he hesitated, 'I know it makes no sense, but I think I'm in love with you.'

You swallowed hard after hearing those words, overwhelmed with both happiness and surprise to find out he felt just the same as you did.

'I think I'm in love with you too, Sihtric.'

You could tell he smiled, by the way he hummed softly and breathed out in relief, you had already learned to tell apart some of his manners by ear.

'I promise I will get you out of here,' he suddenly said, 'I know Uhtred has men looking for me since I never returned, it's just not easy to get in here and get out again at the same time. It will take time, but I promise I will get you out of here.'

'I have time,' you chuckled, but then felt your heart drop, 'until the guards will come and get me.'

'No,' Sihtric said, 'I won't let that happen. I won't let them take you from me.'

You smiled sadly, knowing Sihtric meant every word while also knowing he couldn't possibly protect you if the guards decided to come for you.

'You are too kind,' you whispered, 'I hope I am fortunate enough to see you before my end.'

'You will see me,' his tone determined, 'you will see me and we will get married. I will marry you if you allow me to.'

'Marry me?' you laughed softly, 'I would love that, but you have no idea what I look like.'

'I don't care,' Sihtric scoffed, 'I love you for you, and I am sure you are just as beautiful as I imagine you to be, if not more.'

'Oh, Sihtric,' you sniffled, 'I could only ever dream of finding a man like you. A man who makes me feel safe even in the worst of times. And how horrible it is that I have found you, and yet I have no way of being with you eventhough you are so close,' you said as you reached out for him in the dark.

'You will be with me,' Sihtric said and his voice broke, 'we will be together, you hear me? We will-'

Sihtric was cut off when a horde of guards with torches suddenly stormed down the corridor and into the dungeon. What followed was a mixture of men shouting in the faintly lit room, chains rattling and a lock turning, followed by the sound of a heavy steel door opening and rapid footsteps. You were suddenly yanked up by your arms and you yelped, causing Sihtric to shout at the top of his lungs while kicking and slamming against the locked door of his own cell. Your heart broke as he shouted your name, promising he would come for you somehow, but you only fully broke after hearing him shout after you how much he loved you. And that was the last thing you heard before you were dragged onto a wooden platform in the middle of your town's square. You were blinded by the sun and couldn't open your eyes for how bright and painful it was, but you knew you were about to be beheaded when your feet were kicked out underneath you, your neck pressed down onto a wooden frame and your wrists tied behind you back with some rope.

You kept your eyes closed as you awaited eternal darkness, and for a moment you weren't sure what was louder; the sound of your beating heart before it was about to stop, or the sudden stampede all around you as people began to scream in panic and hooves stomped through the town. You looked through your squinted eyelids, your lashes blurring most of your view but showing you enough to realise your town was under attack by none other than Uhtred of Bebbanburg and his men. A blonde monk, who you later would learn was named Osferth, released your wrists from the painful rope you were tied with and he grabbed your shoulders once you started to mumble.

'S-Sihtric,' you stammered.

'Sihtric?' the monk asked, 'where is he? Do you know where he is?'

You lifted your heavy arm to point a trembling finger towards the castle, 'Dungeon,' you said, 'I… I have to go back for him.'

The monk refused to take you with him down the dark corridor, and so you sheltered yourself underneath Sihtric's cloak as you waited just outside the castle, at a safe distance from the brutal battle that went on around you. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the natural light again and you began to see more of the horrors that had unfolded just before you were to be killed, but you also noticed that most people slaughtered where guards of the King, and you then found your King at sword point of the Lord Uhtred, who gave him two options; death, or rule by the laws of King Aethelstan. You didn't know which option your King would choose, and you didn't care much either, because you knew that once you would be reunited with Sihtric you would leave town with him, to Dunholm, and you would marry him and become the Lady of Dunholm, as he had promised. But you still had no idea what exactly Sihtric looked like, all you knew was that you were destined to be together.

You waited anxiously when suddenly the monk appeared again as he stepped out of the castle's corridor, alone, and your heart sank.

'Sihtric?' you asked as you jumped up, his cloak still wrapped around you to cover your torn and dirty dress, 'where… where is my Sihtric?'

'Here,' Sihtric's voice sounded from the darkened hallway and he then appeared.

It was as if the world underneath you disappeared and you floated around like a feather upon seeing him. Sure, quite a few long days and nights locked away in a dungeon made everyone look rough, but nowhere did it hide the fact that Sihtric was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. And Sihtric felt the same about you, finally seeing you after his eyes had adjusted to the daylight and not believing the beauty he was witnessing as you stood before him.

You were both breathless and nailed to the ground, until you finally leaped into his strong arms and crashed into the kiss you had both yearned for ever since you started talking. You felt warm and safe in his embrace, even when the cloak fell off your shoulders as you kissed him and brought your hands up to rake through his long and messy hair. Sihtric made sure to keep you warm and your torn dress from falling further apart as he held you tightly against his chest, kissing you until his lungs burned for air and Uhtred commanded his men to leave the town, after an agreement was made with the King. And as Sihtric was too busy kissing you and roaming his hands all over you while being completely smitten, Finan had already found and brought him his horse back so you could both get on it and leave.

And you were to start a whole new life together, in which you were getting married and would live happily ever after, and neither of you would ever be able to tear your eyes off each other.

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[oldermenlvrgrl]

Ride

In which Benny falls in love with the preachers daughter.

Biker! Benny Cross x preacher daughter! Reader fluff.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: smoking, bullying, religious beliefs.

A/n: he’s too much of a trope to not write for. Let me know if yall would be interested in more Benny fics im obsessed with him.

It was a hot summer's evening in the city of Chicago. The burning sun, finally setting. An orange hue casted over the horizon. People from all different backgrounds walk the bustling city. Gangs, mob members, prostitutes. You walk the city for a different reason, to spread the gospel of salvation.

Your frail tottering hands hold out paper flyers hoping for the hopeless to attend your fathers new sermon. He had moved your entire family to the community. Once being from a small rural town made it a culture shock to see all these possessed souls. He enjoyed the challenge of converting a whole city into Christianity. He was eccentric. Your fathers mission was only one thing, to cleanse the city in hopes of growing a healthy generation that knows god.

He shoved a pound of flyers in your hands and dropped you off on the arguably the shadiest side of town. Told you sternly not to come back home until all of them were gone and the car backfired as he sped off leaving you in the black concoction of air.

Standing in front of a bar, wearing a long dress because modesty was important and your father believed anything above the knee was immodest. The cross around your neck dangled above the swell of your chest. Your hair fell around you like a blanket, the only thing that gave you comfort. Wide eyed girl alone in the big sadistic world.

The warm orange of the evening grew cold and dark as the day died into night. Your heart broke a little as you looked to the stars but couldn’t see any for the air pollution being too diluted.

Men, bikers drunkenly grasped onto the side of the bricks of the club. The putrid smell they breathed on you as they attempted to seduce you. You slapped a flyer to their sweaty chest and mumbled a weak god bless and walked to the other side of the street. That was your fatal mistake.

As you crossed the street you soon realized there were no street lamps on that side. The lights were stolen and taken out of the poles, sold for scraps. There were no neon signs that buzzed as they shined. It was just tenebrosity. The smell of booze was gone, but the smell of hell replaced it. Your stomach churned and your heart beating fast as you watched three boys emerge from the dark alley. They taunt you. Taunting your religion, your womanhood. Blaspheming your name. They take your flyers and mock your father and the church. They tell you to pray and you do. They take your hands and start pulling you further into the godforsaken alley.

With closed eyes and hushed whispers of prayer, you faintly hear the purr of a motorcycle. It wasn’t like the ones you’ve heard for hours without end, this one was modified. It was made to be loud, to be heard. A sign that his arrival was near and looming. The purr of a kitten turned into the roar of a lion as it grew and echoed along the brick walls. The boys’ faces drained into a pale white. Their wild eyes looked amongst each other. They stopped dragging you as their hearts filled with dread. All of them came to a realization of who the noisemaker was. They dropped you and scattered like mice. Leaving you to pick up your astray flyers. Some laid in puddles, others were forgotten in the dark.

On your knees you sat there with a pile building up on your lap. Out of the corner of your eye you watch as a bony hand with long thick fingers plucks one up and holds it out to you. You look into his blue eyes and comfort swarms you. Not a word is said but he understands your thanks and you feel the resentment he has for the city radiating off of him. The smell of Marlboros fills your breath. His leather jacket was cut at the sleeves to help with overheating. He adorned a black muscle shirt under. As he searched for fallen flyers you watched him fondly. You deliberated whether he was an angel. He was a biker, one of the most notorious vandals ever, but he was an angel. His bike shone as a beacon of light as it caught the glimmer of the neon signs on the other side.

When he pivots around, you avert your eyes to your lap as he hands you what he’s found. As he stands up his posture straight, he doesn’t cower. He holds his hand out to you. The hand of salvation. You take it quietly, his hand shrinks yours in size. His palm is filled with callouses and scars. He pulls you up and walks around you delicately as much as a biker could, flattens his hand on pieces of your dress to wipe off dirt and debris.

He stands in front of you, face to face. Your heart swells with love. Your chin wobbles and your eyes well up. You look up at him and not a word is spoken, you drop the flyers and wrap your arms tightly around his torso. Shoving your face into his chest as tears start to fall. He doesn’t hug back for a few seconds, but he does. He takes his hand and smooths your hair down soothingly. His knuckles on the other runs along your spine. Minutes pass and both of you don’t move. You both listen to the loud music and the boisterous noise of drunken bikers.

You take a step back and his eyes soften, his lips pursed together. He wants to say something but he doesn’t. You wipe your cheeks and sniffle.

“Thank you.”

Choking the words out. He nods slowly and shrugs.

“Least I could do.”

His voice is strong and warm, like his chest. It’s quiet again before he sighs and scratches the back of his head.

“Is there anyone you can call to pick you up?”

Your eyes downcast and scan the ground for an answer. Your parents are already asleep, you don’t necessarily want to go home anyway. You don’t have any friends since you just moved so you shake your head no. He nods, his eyes looking at the discarded flyers.

“Do you want to go with me?”

You nod, without thinking and he smiles shyly. He reaches out for your hand and you let him wrap his fingers in between yours. You stare at his broad shoulders as he walks you to his bike and out of the alley. He lets go of your hand and goes behind you. His hands fall onto your waist and he pulls you up like you weigh nothing and sets you on the leather padding. He tugs at the end of your dress so it isn't caught on the metal. He leans his hip on the side, digging into the front pocket of his jeans to get the pack of cigarettes out along with the lighter inside the red colored pack.

“D’you care if I smoke?”

He mumbled. You shake your head. He places the end between his plump lips and lights the tobacco. He inhales and holds the smoke in his lungs before blowing it into the sky. His thick throat bobbing. The sharp cut of his jaw extended as his lips pucker. A wave of energy runs over you. Your skin becomes warm and damp. He puts the pack and lighter back into his front pocket. Blowing to the side he takes the cigarette from his lips and holds it between his long fingers. He holds onto his hip as he watches you look at him. Like he’s one of god's greatest creations. “Make sure to hold tight.”

He finishes his cigarette and flicks it to the cement. It’s only a quarter smoked. He saddles the bike in front of you and your dress hikes up around your thighs as you spread your legs on each side. He leans over as he kicks the stand up and starts the engine. The familiar purr and stench of oil and gas fills the air. He sits and you tentatively wrap your arms feebly around his torso less tight than when you hugged him. He looks to the side, grabbing your hands and pulling you close to him so your chest is pushing against his back. Your pelvis against his tailbone. He crosses your arms over his chest.

“Hold tight.”

You nod, your cheek pressed against the leather. You breathe quickly yet slowly. Your heart is a steady thrum of adrenaline. He holds your wrists in one palm. You feel his heartbeat matching yours. Pure and holy drum beat.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

He removes his hand from on top of yours and you miss his touch. He places it onto the handlebar. He revved the engine a couple times before moving slowly forward. The momentum sent you back and you squealed, holding him tighter. He smirks a little at the sound. He drives with such intensity that it makes you dizzy. You begin to understand the life of a biker, something that will always fascinate you from this point on. The constant whipping of your hair, the sound of air passing by. The silence of the city. The vibration of the strong engine makes your hips rattle and shake. You don’t know where he’s going but you trust him. You don’t even know his name but you trust him with your life. You trust the golden vandal. The smell of him intoxicates you. Your brain turns off, your flesh taking over and you moan loudly. He hears, he doesn’t question. He just goes faster. The fabric of his shirt is clutched in your hands. Tighter and tighter, faster and faster. His steady eyes weighed on the road. Life seems fleeting and not guaranteed with him. Life feels free and wild. You know you shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as you are. You know the repercussions of it all, but if it’s so bad, why does it feel so good? You can’t wrap your head around it, but all you can do is just ride.

[browniefox]

I asked for fic recs so it only makes sense that I provide some.

The Invisible Stan by The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

Simple, short, but elegant. You know how hanahaki disease is a trope? I feel like this should be a trope, but idk what you'd call it - Ninny disease sounds bad, but like it's clearly based off of Ninny from the Moomins. Anyway, great fic <3

An Outreached Hand by WDW

Ghost trick au! Love a good ghost trick au! I reread this recently and it still holds up so well, still so good even if unfinished. Haven't played ghost trick since, some of the twists make a hair more sense - especially the twist in the last chapter posted and being like 'OH IT'S *THE* GHOST TRICK'. Shoutout to undead creepiness and cute kitties :3

Retrograde by scrawling_stardumb

Kissing this one on the mouth. Only one chapter and unfinished, but it's a long chapter and really makes you go 'whoa'. It's interesting because the summary *technically* gives you more info than the chapter itself, but it's that kind of dramatic irony that fits the writing so well. A good solid McGucket POV too, which there really isn't enough of. Tbh, it stands okay almost as a one shot? I wish this became a whole popular au like all the others, bc it kicks ass as a concept.

Finding the Right Frequency by impish_nature

A pretty cute one! Ford trying to figure out how to deal with Bill, and Stan having found a stable job, and someow their two worlds intersect. Cute moments between the two, and some good Stans getting to reconnect.

Things You Can't Take Back by thesnadger

Classic by the Snadger! I always appreciate people who take Stan's memory less and make it more complicated, or at least have there be aftershocks to have your whole life erased :D So well written.

like they were a perfect fit by hapful

Stanford Pines and the photo he never looses. A beautiful story about Ford throughout the ages and his opnions on family, specifically Stan.

putting the dog to sleep by parsnipit

Old Yeller is such a sad story, and also some of this made me think of Mice and Men, and ugh just Stan and Ford and beign willing to kill something you love - sometimes because you love it - and it's such a perfect analogy to them I could die.

none of those phds is an md, you dumb idiot by untrustworthyglitch

I always love a fic that acknowledges language barriers. It reminds me of a really old fic where I did something similar, but like, being away from Earth would lead to you forgetting a lot of things, including language.

Too Late, Too Soon, Not Enough by IncomingAlbatross

Ah, gotta love a good fic that shows the missing scene of Ford and Stan switching places. Who came up with the idea? Who needed to be convinced? What swears do they get to use while off camera? Stan I love you so much, and Ford I lov eyou for beig nso complicated.

Raising Stakes by MaryPSue

Mwah! A Classic if I've ever seen one! While I'm partial to werewolf!Stan, Vampire!Stan does have so much potential and MaryPSue puts it to use so well! A great look into what Gravity Falls was like back in taht time period, and I love when people utilize Susan in fics that take place pre-portal <3 Also, Carla! I miss you so much Carla <3 It's drama, it's action, it's everything!

Lost and Found by PengyChan

Tate & Fiddleford have a lot of untapped potential, and while I think going the angst route makes a lot of sense, this one is almost more fluff and catharsis, I guess? I love it, near and dear to me.

Off-Season by anistarrose

Time Travel fic, but not a timestuck au? More likely than you think! A cute oneshot with particular focus on Stan, Mabel, and Dipper. Just a fluffy little thing with a couple strangers helping Stan out through a difficult winter.

Persist and Dwell by fencesit

A bit of Soos's trust in Grunkle Stan, and a mystery that isn't so much mystery as it is simply just not explicitly said. One of the final scenes has still stuck with me, and this is defo a concept I'd love to see explored more.

flee from your ghosts (burn your house down) by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup

While typically OTGW x Gravity Falls crossovers are, like, Pinescone, I'm partial to this version where Wirt is their dad. There'a few details that didn' sit well with me, but over all so incredible and well written. Some of the metaphors are just so evocative I could eat them. The descriptions are to die for. And I love the depiction of a dad struggling to get his kids to open up to him that feels like it's part dads struggle with teens and part those pines twins just won't tell the truth.

If you have any Gravity Falls fic recs, feel free to comment them!

[cherrsnut]

Hostage - Chapter 1

Finnick Odair x Healer!Reader

Summary: Up until now, your life has been a solitary one. Being the sole owner of an herbal shop, and apothecary to many fishermen who have been injured. Just when your life seemed to follow the routine you were so used to, your life turns a 360 when you’re suddenly taken away for the 67th Annual Hunger Games. This turn of events forces you to accept the idea the Grim Reaper is stalking close behind you, faster than you had hoped for. 

Tags: Extremely Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Typical THG Violence, Forced Prostitution, Forced Lab Rat, Injury, Mental Health Deterioration, Psychological/Physical Torture, Death, Alcohol/Drug Consumption, Medical Malpractice, Fluff (bc they deserve it).

Word Count: 3.8k

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Chapter 1

Silence echoed throughout the walls of the streets, and for once it looked like the town had been abandoned, just like everybody had agreed to up and leave it in search of a better fate than what lay ahead of them, or perhaps all the citizens just simply vanished from sight. The breeze of the sea, just as icy as the ocean, seemed to catch on with the mournful mood of the alleyways. The tense atmosphere signaled the hidden mice to not even voice a squeak out of respect. 

Even at the plaza, everyone was quiet, and their usually lively ambiance ceased to exist. Just by the sight of the ocean, you noticed just how the wind didn’t spare any mercy for all the attendees of the Reaping. Making this already melancholic ambiance much harder to ignore. 

You looked around and followed behind the big agglomeration of people queuing up, making another step further into Panem’s hell. You pursed your lips together and gulped down nervously, patiently awaiting your death sentence. 

There were people everywhere, too many people for it to be so quiet to your liking. Although the great majority were adolescents of the oceanic village, you had previously realized the older folks stood far behind you, their suppressed anxiety over their children’s safety due to the men in white, the Peacekeepers, stance in front of them. Their threatening military pattern removed any type of confidence of any caregiver to sneak in and take their child away without facing heavy repercussions. Stationed there to install and make the proceedings of the Hunger Games go as smoothly as possible from outside the Capitol. 

The sea of heads that appeared in front of you made the stage barely visible, but you came across what looked like a Peacekeeper setting up a camera, of course, the Reaping was to be live-streamed. Just on top of a platform and above the stage, you were sure the crystal lenses would take up the view of all the adolescents present. 

“Everything will be alright” You turned to look beside you, surprised to find a voice breaking the quietness you were starting to getting used to and assume it would prevail for the rest of the annual event. At least before the cries of children as they break their realization of being chosen, or the burning point of a mother’s distress breaks out in a horrible scream. 

You assumed it was a pair of siblings, taking notice of the facial traits to be almost identical. Very blonde locks, both wearing the same warm coffee color eyes with freckles of the same hue spotted all other cheeks. And while they represented themselves in the body of the other gender, you found the boy to look somewhere about your age, his sister was a head smaller than him, and you thought it was plausible she just came of age for the nauseating event. 

“I promise” he made an oath to his sister, interlocking his finger with hers. She breathed heavily, the limit of her sanity crossing over a soon-to-be panic attack. She tried to fixate her eyes on him, fighting off a barrier to gain herself back together, a battle she looked like she was going to lose. Her brother, which you finally recalled his name to be Philip, crouched down and enveloped her in his arms. An arm protectively around her back, while the other moved around her head in an attempt to massage it to calm her down. 

Even in his arms, the little girl was visibly trembling, probably both from the fear and anxiety, that were purging an acidic bile up to her taste glands. The little girl’s forehead pressed on her brother's chest, finding comfort in his protective body. 

“Just breathe deeply, ‘kay?” he reassured. His hard fingers were full of little lines of scars, some of which you could recall treating at the herbal shop, and crept up to hold her face. Philip always found himself surrounded by District’s 4 aquaculture, and it was bound to happen after long shifts handling the wires of the nets to eventually cause multiple physical damages. 

Philip removed himself from the little girl and looked at her features. She struggled to do so, every time she tried she’d be under attack from another uncontrollable shaking. She could only grab onto his shirt, the shaking becoming increasingly harder with each passing second. The hand that was used to the hard labor of the sea, wrapped itself on top of his sister’s hand, much bigger in comparison. The warmth of their bond calmed her down just slightly, and he went to kiss her forehead affectionately. 

“I’m here” his whisper was carried by the breeze that brushed her ear, which tickled her slightly. Upon noticing your heavy stare on them, Philip looked over to you. Both of your eyes interlock with each other. You tried to give him an encouraging smile, but the heavy situation still weighed you down, and your smile came across as a sad one. One that showed pity and understanding toward his sister. 

He gave you a knowing look, before his eyes went to his sister, and suffocated further in his embrace to help her to get back to the queue. “I’m here” he repeated. 

The stern voice of a woman, announcing a “next” brought you back to reality. You’d forgotten just how the line always moved rather fast, especially so when you had a tendency to drown yourself in self-pity. You were always alone while queuing up to sign in, and never had people you called friends. But you were content with the short company clients or injured patients gave you, just like Edna’s until she died. But you did wonder how it would feel in this moment to be in the company of another person, would you cry together? Maybe hug each other? Or maybe just stay silent unable to utter anything that wasn’t bitter. But this year you felt differently, you wished for the little girl’s safety just like your own.

You gave your hand to the Peacekeeper just as you told her your name, and she took it with the rubber texture of the black-gloved hand of hers. The way she held it was rather rough, but you understood it as wanting to keep you completely still for the pinch in your finger and not mess it up. The end of the buzzing sound coming from the long mechanism suggested the dna withdrawal was finished, accompanied by the slight pain of the tiny nick, so small you’d never consider it an injury. 

The Peacemaker guided your finger, a blood drop visible forming, and pressed it on top of the inky empty box drawn on a piece of paper. Your name was attached next to it, with your general information written in smaller letters below it. You assumed the pieces of paper that were attached just like a book, were the enlistment of the possible Tributes of your District. But then again, you didn’t care enough and let that thought drift away just as fast as it came. 

Another mechanism, this one much larger and formed just like a box had been stepped and decided to stay in that flat shape. A laser came from the bottom, scanning the blood accompanied by the noisy sounds of mechanical beepings. When it was all set, the Peacemaker simply bid you farewell and called for the child behind you. 

You left defeated, another step closer to the selection process. The idea of you being chosen terrified you, and you could feel the anxiety taking hold of your bones. You prayed again in self-pity. Edna always mentioned the idea of sirens existing, and while you never truly believed in it, you prayed for them to listen to you. Every time, at the Reaping, for the past four years you prayed for them.

With an exasperated sigh flying out, you walked around the plaza trying to find a place to stand by and wait for your trial. That was until a hand tapped your shoulder and a raspy voice called out your name. You turned, even more surprised to find Philip along with his sister, both holding hands. 

You looked at the boy standing in front of you, expectant as to why he had called you. He gave a quick glance to the little blonde beside him before he spoke.

“Hey, umm, you mind taking Emi with you?” your eyes trailed off to the girl, finally being able to give her face a name. Emi looked at the floor, a mortifying expression coming across her face. 

“It’s just-” he tried to continue his explanation. 

“Sure” you smiled at the girl gripping onto dear life to her brother. You took out your hand for her, and with unsettlement pumping over her brain, she brushed her finger across yours. 

“So, Emi is your name” The statement oddly sounded like a question, but you wanted to make her feel more comfortable even in this terrible situation. To communicate with her, and make her see you as someone she could trust momentarily before she would hopefully turn back with her brother. 

Her crystal eyes moved up to you and murmured an mhm before walking indecisively toward you. She looked at the ground when you told her your name, but you couldn’t feel any type of annoyance by it, not when her hands were trembling exaggeratedly. So you squeezed hers lightly in an attempt to make her feel more at ease in your presence. 

Philp sighed and you noticed the heavy burden that lifted off of him. He gave you a small smile, the one he hadn’t reciprocated before. 

“Thank you” his eyes shone, which only suggested to you the tears he wanted to pour out in that moment. You empathized with him, he probably didn’t have much time to take in the Reaping for himself, and rather give away his attention to his sister who needed him to be strong in her stead. A thought appeared one which you respected and showed sympathy for the mental work they put in for the sake of the younger family members. 

“Don’t mention it” you smiled with him. You rolled your eyes at the girl holding your hand, and with the same smile, you muttered. “Let’s go Cupcake”

“Hello Cuties” Sing sang the woman on stage. Her peculiar fashion style nationally known for the Capital’s trends flied around with her sparkling personality. With the color theme of purple pink and pale yellow, shades lighter of the sunflower petals, she wore a design that resembled a kimono. The notable way how the coat of the fabric was placed on top of the other to keep it in a steady place, and with the addition of the belt, covering the whole of the waist until just below her chest, as a means to keep the clothing stuck and not untie itself. The completely yellow obi, name of the kimono belts, was adorned with some sort of lacing at the top and bottom of purplish-dyed sheep wool, with the addition of a pink bow wrapped around the obi. 

The star of the fashion design was the sleeves. With a hole showing the shoulders and a few inches down the arm, the rest was covered in the beautiful colors of the spring. With many odd shapes and colors on the fabric. Which later opened up its sleeves up to three feet long. It gave off the impression of wings when the arms were pulled up. The rest seemed to just be decorations around her figure, from a fabric choker of purple as well as the striking head ornaments of the same color scheme presented. 

Her voice was too optimistic for your liking, and the singing tunes brought up were as distasteful as her color choice. 

“Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be in your favor” The District 4 escort celebrated baring her teeth out with that pink tint across her lips, the same tint that decorates her eye shadow.

“But before we begin, The Capitol has brought us a special film for us” she again songed, and you were already starting to be filled with the irritation of her voice. 

Emi was still holding your hand. She had kept a close distance from you, practically stuck to your form from the moment we were placed here. She tugged onto your long skirt, and you looked down to find her somber eyes looking up at you. Although you agreed to stay by her side, her added melancholy was starting to affect your already distressed mood, and even though you tried to calm her down she seemed focused on her overwhelmed state. 

You smiled at her, with the film starting in ahead of you. 

“War. Terrible war” You rolled your eyes up while making a hand movement in a sign to poke fun at President Snow’s repeated speech. Your mock seemed to finally crack a little smile on the little girl, and you were pleased to see her relax a tiny bit. 

The film carried on, and your attention span had been but all gone. The Hunger Games were a devastating reality, that had already taken hundreds of children away. You couldn’t see the point of this little speech anymore, and right before the selection process at that. And it seemed Snow was trying to ridicule the Distrct’s anxiety. It exhausted you to no end to have to listen to the same words and the same images, and it got you wondering just why it had to be the same recycled film every single year. 

You thought of Emi again. The very same thought appeared every single year, just why were we taking the consequences of a revolution none of us partook in? The only person that you knew who was alive from when the Revolution was still afloat was Edna, and she still lamented that she was just a child when it ended, and luckily enough she never got chosen as Tribute. And that thought only led to helplessness because even though it wasn’t in the least bit fair, there was nothing you nor anyone who would be able to do anything about it. 

“The lone victor, bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness” It was the voice of a pragmatic leader giving a speech, sprinkled with sentimental music that made your stomach stir uncomfortably. The crease in your eyebrow knitting as you tried to forget the nauseating feeling from inside you, represented exactly in your self turmoil, you were disgusted. 

You gulped down hard as the film finally ended. You gave Emi a quick squeeze to comfort yourself. She only gave you a pointed glance before directing her attention to the colorful escort on the stage. 

“Alrighty. Now the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman” she informed, as you bit back your tongue to correct her misuse of words of man and woman for children. 

“For the honor of representing District 4 in the 67th Annual Hunger Games” she continued. She then started walking over the large crystal sphere. Inside laid the names of all the girls that had been forced to sign in, inside a folded piece of paper. “Ladies first” she giggled further. 

Her hand moved around the pieces of paper messily scattered around the sphere before choosing one. She quickly picked it up to her eye level, a sneaky smile appearing on her face. 

You let out a breath, you had done your best to try and calm your nerves. The anxiety was way past the boiling point, and you swore your legs felt drunk. 

The escort walks back to the microphone, and the only thing missing for her to further mock your emotions was to make a little dance around the platform, kick up some moves, or simply jump in excitement.

She opened the piece of paper. Your heart beating fast in the back of your throat, as another wave of anxiety filled every single pore in your skin. Her long nails made it difficult for her to open it, and as time passed on, you could feel yourself growing insane. You internally cursed at the escort, every cell in your body screaming at her to just finally read it. And before you knew it she called out a name, your name. 

Everything just stopped in you, and if it weren’t because you’d be a dead corpse from organ malfunction, you could’ve sworn your heart just stopped. Your eyes were locked on the colorful woman, but you weren’t looking at her. You were staring into space, you were trying to assimilate the situation you just got yourself involved. But you couldn’t, there was something in you, and that something didn’t connect the wires that you were going to die sooner than you hoped for. The idea of being picked for the annual event was always at the back of your mind, what would be your reaction? You thought that rationally, you’d be upset, maybe crying as well, or perhaps straight screaming and begging to do a re-drawl. 

But you weren’t, you were simply still. The look of every girl that had known you looking at you, and it wasn’t melancholy that invaded their intense gaze, but rather they were grateful they weren’t the ones chosen. As hypocritical as it made you, you were mad at them. Your internal anger was justified in your eyes, maybe because you needed someone or something to be mad at. But no matter how irritated you were, you’d done the same in their stead the previous three years you had attended the Reaping. 

With another exhale, you came to yourself. You needed to get on the stage. You walked out to the corridor, but barely made a step when Emi tugged back on your fingers. Her eyes were scanning your facial expression. And the way she spoke your name suggested to you, she was beyond her shocked stage.

You gulped another chunk of saliva and got to your knees. You smiled at her, as brightly as you could force it out. And it occurred to you to close your eyes, because you knew you couldn’t force a reassuring look without the fear lurking behind it. 

The military steps of the Peacekeepers echoed within every corner of your body so quickly and in a rushed matter. You kissed her forehead, as gentle as a flying feather, to put her at ease. 

“I’ll be fine, Cupcake,” you told her as confident as possible, trying not to let the fear accumulated in you spill over the beautiful young girl. And so you stood up, another quick smile flashing over your face before walking the hall that would send you straight to a living Hell. You kept muttering those words “I’ll be fine” as if you wanted to console yourself unknowingly. For now, if lying to yourself is what kept you sane enough to act normally, even suspiciously so, you’d go for it. And once the situation avalanched over your entity, you could collapse and lament for yourself on your own.

You held your head high while walking, your form an empty shell void of any emotions. The very pink hue colored on the escort’s face became clearer with each step, she smiled brightly at you. The wrinkles shown at the corner of her eyes signal of her enjoyment. 

“Wonderful! We have our female Tribute for District 4!” playfully expressed the escort, looking straight at your eyes. You walked up the stairs, with Peacekeepers in tow behind you.  

The escort held up a hand to you, helping you get up faster, so she could back to her selecting process, although this time it would be a boy. All in her chillingly joyful manner. 

Without hesitation, she placed the mic in front of you. 

“So, dear, tell me, was that your sister?” she asked you, although it seemed she was asking on behalf of the whole Capitol. 

“No…” your voice was weak, the intimidating audience just looked up at you which worsened your nauseating bitter taste. The escort eyed you, waiting for any further explanation.

“She’s my… friend” Her impatience only made your voice quieter, which she must have been content that your husky and throaty tone was speaking through the loud microphone. 

The sudden realization came crashing now. Seeing the look of pitied people just below you, wishing you luck before you left for the Capitol, filled the shining of water in your sclera and, you hand was lightly shaking beside your thigh. 

“Everyone, please! A round of applause for our lovely Tribute!” she called your name again. Her clapping was soon stopped at the awkwardness that she was the only one celebrating this. You breathed in and out heavy air. 

“And now, for the gentlemen” announced the woman standing beside you. Of course, she was trying to salvage the situation. You looked at everyone, and they were all looking back at you. You were lucky enough to connect eyes with Philip, and while you never considered him to be a friend, you were happy to see a familiar face. He was the only one to provide you with that comfort. He looked like he wanted to say something through his eyes, and you responded with a tear swimming down your cheek, and following its path further down your neck. 

“Vito Rosechaser” was called. The look of another adolescent, about your age or older roamed around his fellow friends, that gave him a sad look. He opened his mouth, surprised, and as the situation sunk deep into him, he walked down the hall, again with the Peacekeepers around him like frustrating flies.

Just then you’d taken in his appearance, from afar his eyes seemed dark just like his hair. Big build and muscles that suggested he’d worked hard in his life, and you lamented that he propably didn’t deserve this.

You looked at Vito at the end of the stairs, and his eyes briefly grazed yours before he stopped to look at the public. The mic was stolen from you.

“And finally” the hyper tone echoed throughout the plaza, loud enough to quiet down the crashing waves of the beach nearby. The breeze cold as snow felt like it had punctured your veins, and that icy hurt traveled through your body. 

“Our Tributes from District 4” her white teeth never failed to show at the camera. 

“Come on you two, shake hands” The oddly dressed woman grabbed onto the hems of your and Vito’s shirts, encouraging you two to do the action and let it be over. She stepped back, and the both of you looked at each other before gripping both of your hands. 

“Happy Hunger Games!” she sang happily. It echoed in every single rib, deep inside your abdomen. A voice you’d never forget, you were sure of that. Even long after the Games, if you’d even be able to survive, you’d be waking up with this chilling lullaby she was singing. 

“And remember, may the odds be ever in your favor” 

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[cheeseborgorbord2]

My Little Birdie

Men & Minors DNI

Warnings: fluff, dead dove (illegal trade, abuse and neglect, light injury, dead animals)

Sevika x Harpy [afab] Reader, Jinx & Isha cameos

(Happy ending)

Magical creatures existed in Runterra, many of them hidden or unreachable, but not impossible to capture. Like the exotic animal trade, this illegal ring was no different. Creatures, feral or civilized, animal or humanoid, were captured, kept, and sold.

Just like the many illegal dealings happening within Zaun, this creature trade laid among them.

The heavy thumps of boots hit the wood floor of the hallway, cages with creatures lined against the walls, outside rooms that held creatures most violent. Many of the creatures lay still on the cage floors or fought against the bars, but to no avail. The heavy footsteps stopped in front of a specific set of bars.

"What about this one?" A large ebony woman spoke.

"This one? She's not worth anyone's money. Useless as the feathers in her hair, Sevika," the burly man replied.

"What is she?"

"A harpy from Ionia. She put up a fight the first time they caught her. Clawed a man's eye out. That's why we keep plastic covers over her talons."

Sevika examined the creature as closely as she could. Shades of brown, white, and black dyed the feathers of the harpy, who stood curled in a corner. Feathers littered the cage floor, along with bones of various creatures: rats, mice, rabbits, lizards, and squirrels. It's clear she wasn't being taken care of; then again, none of the creatures here were. The pink plastic nail covers hid the sharp, sleek talons of the bird of prey.

The burly man grabbed a stick from nearby and stuck it through the bars. "Hey, you lazy birdbrain, do something." He poked the feathered back of the curled form. When the soft pokes didn't work, he went hard, jabbing against the spine, causing the harpy to uncurl and grab the stick with its feet. She pulled the stick inward and out to hit the man back in the chest. Sevika couldn't help but quietly chuckle at the interaction.

"Alright, enough!" The man yelled, snatched the stick back, and threw it aside. "Damn crazy harp'."

"She'll do."

It's been days since Sevika bought you. The days have been hell for Sevika, at least. You've torn up every bit of decent furniture in her crummy Zaun apartment. Stuffing and fabric from pillows were strewn all over the carpeted floor, scratches along every wall, and feathers pulled out from stress in a pile in her extra room. Anytime she tried to approach you, you got in a defensive posture, trying to intimidate her, and screamed and screeched your ass off until she couldn't take it and left the room. She tried anything she could think of to gain your trust, food being the biggest. She would throw chucks of raw meat or thawed-out rats meant for snakes towards you. But you didn't eat in front of her, sometimes didn't eat at all, and she had to throw the already dead animals out. She thought you would be easy. But she was wrong.

And here again she is, trying to make peace with you with more raw food.

"Hey, birdie," she opened the door to the room and peeked her head in. "I brought you some more food."

She slowly slipped into the room, looking around at the mess that had only gotten worse. She opened the package of raw meat and threw pieces of it at you. You hiss, trying to scare her off.

"Nice try. That's not going to work", she slowly approached you, "I'm not going to hurt you." She stuck her hand out, like offering her scent to a dog.

You continued to hiss and screech at her every step she took.

"There, there, I'm not going to hurt you." Her hand got closer and closer, causing you to panic, and you bit her hand. "Fuck! You bit me!"

You screech and hit her with your wings. She retreated back to the door, shutting it behind her as she escaped. You stayed in your corner, even with her out of the room.

"You don't understand, Jinx, she's dangerous."

"Pfft, dangerous, shmangerous. I can handle her."

Voices echoed outside the door. Your head bobbed in curiosity as the voices got closer.

"I'm sure she's just an- oh my..." Jinx slowly opened the door to the mess. "I thought she was an actual bird." She stepped in and saw you in your corner.

"Told you," Sevika followed after her with Isha behind.

You screech. All of them cover their ears. Isha let's out a discomorted grunt. She tugs on Jinx's pants and points at you.

"I don't know, Isha. She doesn't seem friendly."

"She's not," Sevika interrupts, "damn thing bit me." She opens her injured and only hand to the bandages she had wrapped around it.

"Probably deserved it," Jinx commented. Sevika glared at her, neither of them noticing Isha already in front of you in your corner. She reached a small hand towards you, wanting to touch you. You got in your defensive posture but didn't make a sound. You were scared but not completely threatened by this small child.

"Isha? Isha!" Jinx panicked the moment she saw Isha reaching for you. "Isha, no!" She yelled, but as she did, Isha's hand rested on top of your feathered head. You made no effort to move or defend yourself. You let the child pet your head, letting down your guard. You close your eyes and let out a quiet trill.

Jinx and Sevika watched in shock and disbelief as Isha tamed a dangerous beast. You lick at Isha's hand, causing her to giggle. You set your wings down and nudge your nose at her miner hat, knocking it off in order to preen her hair. Isha lowers her head to make sure you can get more access.

"I thought you said she was dangerous, Sevika." Jinx slowly approached the heartwarming scene. As soon as you saw her, you instantly grabbed Isha and hid her in your wings, protectively wrapped around her, and hissed at Jinx. Jinx took a step back. You move Isha behind you and get into your defensive position as you slowly approach Jinx.

“Hey, now, wait a minute,” Jinx put her hands up in surrender as she backed up. You hiss, puffing out your wing and trying to look mean, but your eyes are full of fear. "Why are you afraid of me? I can understand how you might be scared of Sevika, but I’m not like her. I’m your friend!" Jinx babbled. She falls back, tripping on a torn-up pillow. You raise a foot, ready to strike with your talons when Isha runs in front of you, blocking your access to Jinx. You grab her with your wings and move her aside. You face Jinx again, opening your talons with intent to harm. Isha gently tugs your tail, making you turn around quickly and give her a stern hoot. Jinx took the opportunity to scramble back to Sevika. Your head snaps to the sound of Jinx moving, but Isha quickly gains your attention. She tugs on your wing. She pointed at herself, then at Jinx, at Sevika, before pointing back to herself again and signing 'family' in American Sign Language. You cock your head sideways.

"She won't understand, Isha," Sevika crossed her arms, her mechanical one creaking with every movement. She thinks Isha's attempt to communicate with you is futile, or so she thought. She didn't expect you to copy Isha's sign with your wings. Isha nodded eagerly as you copied her, knowing you understood. She repeated her signing of 'family' again, pointing at Sevika and a cowering Jinx.

"Hoo," you let out a quiet hoot as you looked over at the two women. You slightly shrink in size as you approach them, lowering your head in shame. Sevika looked at you with narrow eyes. Isha looked at Sevika with pleading eyes and a pouty lip. You looked up at her with soft eyes, almost puppy-like. Her expression softened, and her shoulders relaxed.

"Hey, she's not so bad after all," Jinx mumbled from behind Sevika. She fully moved from behind and calmly approached you, placing a hand on your soft head, petting it. You allow Jinx to give you gentle strokes, closing your eyes as you feel the pets. Isha rejoins, and you nuzzle against their hands.

Sevika's arms fall to her sides. She reaches her non-metal hand out to your feathers, scratching under your chin, eliciting trills. She softly chuckles, running your fingers through your hair and feathers.

"I have an idea. How about we help redecorate this room? We'll make it comfortable, like a bird's nest!" Jinx squeaked, clapping her hands. Isha smiled and nodded.

"Decorate? With what?" Sevika asked, still petting you.

"Don't you worry, Sevika. Isha and I know what to do." Jinx high-fived Isha. "We'll be back in a few hours. In the meantime, you should clean this disaster up. See ya!" Jinx grabbed Isha, left the apartment complex, and went into the dark streets of Zaun. Sevika's hand withdraws as she starts cleaning after your destruction. You cock your head at her actions.

"What? You gonna help me, bird?" She asked. You bob your head in return. She rolls her eyes and picks up parts of material and stuffing off the floor. You watch and mimic her movements, picking up stuffing and plucked out feathers, waddling to her with them in your mouth. She looks at you confusingly. You grab her good arm and spit the stuffing and feathers into her palm. You stand there for a moment before collecting more. She watches in admiration as you help, making piles of material to make it easier for her to clean.

Jinx and Isha arrive in the nick of time. You and Sevika had just finished cleaning when Jinx kicked the door of the apartment open.

"We're back!" Jinx announces, with pillows held in her arms. Isha trailed behind, pulling a folding utility cart filled with blankets, lights, and shiny objects. "Let's get to decorating!"

You guys spent hours laughing, cracking jokes, and bonding when building the new room. Jinx and Isha drew and painted the walls with pinks and blues.

After setting the last pillow down, Sevika and Jinx stood back to witness their skill.

"Perfect," Jinx puffed her chest proudly. She turned to the living room where you and Isha were. Isha was drawing, and you were preening your feathers and any that came off; you tangled in Isha's hair as a sign of affection. "Who's ready to see the big bird's new room?" Isha smiled and pulled you towards the room. You let her pull you towards the room by your wing, your feet cautiously passing through the doorway. Your head bobs in the new environment. You walk in and ruffle your feathers, a sign of comfort. You approach a makeshift nest of pillows and blankets and get in. Cat toys of mice and small birds are laid in the middle. You picked at them, throwing some that had bells around, chasing after them.

Jinx and Isha laughed, and Sevika cracked a smile. You stomped on some of the mice toys with your large feet, seeing them as food, but were slightly disappointed when they didn't taste like food. You waddled to the three of them with content and happy hoots as your feet danced on the floor in joy.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo," your tail wiggles as your large wings envelop them in a warm, feathery hug. You go back to the bed, throwing the toys out, and settle in. Your feathers fluff up as you fall asleep. Isha goes to the nest and slips in under your wing. You softly smile and bring her in closer. She lets out a content sigh and snuggles closer.

"Guess you were wrong about her, huh, Sevika?" Jinx nudged her elbow into Sevika's side.

"I guess I was," Sevika admitted.

"I don't know about you, but I think a nap is in order." Jinx stretches and joins Isha underneath the feathery warmth of your body. You open your eyes a little and look at Sevika.

"No, I'm not sleeping in there."

You look at her with the biggest eyes imaginable and jut out your bottom lip to pout. She playfully rolled her eyes and stepped up behind you, quietly lying down to not wake the other two up. You wrapped your wing around her large build and kissed her lips. She laid there motionless and stunned. You pull your wing back and tuck it between you and her. A blush creeps up her face, and she wraps her arms around you. She kisses under your ear.

"My little birdie."

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Originally, it was going to be all Arcane women x harpy user, but Sevika and a trafficked harpy seemed more like a good fit. I will be doing headcanons of Arcane women x a mythological creature reader like my "Vi x dog demi-human" ones. Let me know if it sounds like a good idea.

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*pulls up to the drive through window*

Uh, hi 👋

Can I pretty please request an upside-down cake with a jitterbug?

For the yummy Soap MacTavish please 🥰

*presents payment*

AN: Omg I love this and you!! Sorry I haven't been writing recently, life has been wildin ( @cafekitsune for dividers, such a talented woman <3)

Soap MacTavish x f!reader

Bakery Order- Upside-down cake- “don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing.” + Jitterbug- Praise

TW/CW: fluff in the beginning, public sex, praise, some foreplay, a lot of dirty talk, teasing, very very giggly sex

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!

Johnny was always a tease. Everyone knew that but you especially. A love tap on the ass, a squeeze of your tits, lovebites lining your body in very noticeable places.

Johnny was a tease. But with that stupid charming grin and boyish eyes, you could never stay mad for long. He was a sweet man, made your knees go out in more than one way.

How could you stay mad?

You sat back in your booth seat, all of them yelling at the screen.

"Ta feckin' muppets! Supposed to get da ball in the goal, swear t'god.." Johnny grumbled, bringing his ale to his lips, shaking his head. England was doing awful tonight and all the men were on the edge of their seats.

"Who d'hell drafted these feckers? The three blind mice?" Simon grumbles, snatching his drink of the counter. Pulling down his surgical mask to take a swig. Hood up, he honestly looked like a sketchy guy. But he wasn't, dry and slightly dark yes, but he was a good guy.

Kyle swings his arm around Johnny, snorting. "We could do better, i'd bet on tha', fuckin' losers."

You shake your head, giggling as the men sit up and yell. Bringing your drink to your lips, staring lovingly at your flushed husband. "it's not that big of a deal luvie.." You mutter.

They sit down, watching the game roll out, shifting slightly closer. The smell of alcohol, oil, and cologne always clung to his skin and clothes, his roughed up hands settling onto your shoulder, strong bicep cradling your head. Those hands defused bombs and saved lives, it was...weird to have them on you.

Nestling your nose into his chest, lips brushing against the side of his peck. He looked down at your fluttering lashes, face growing slightly more flushed and not from the football game. He couldn't exactly care, smiling down at you as he pecked your forehead.

"luv ya Bonnie."

"Luv ya too."

Your hand slid up his thigh under the table, the muscle twitching against your fingertips. He glanced down at your face, God when you looked up at Johnny with those pretty lashes.

Looking so innocent.

But your hands were anything but. Tracing his jeans fly right under the table, just out of sight from everyone else.

His breathing catches in his throat, halfway hard, squeezing his eyes shut to focus. The buzz of the alcohol wasn't helping, the warmth in his gut starting up.

"Excuse mah lads, gotta head to the loo-" He stands up, the others not paying much attention to him as he grabs your hand.

You follow him, walking to the one user bathroom in the corner and pushing you in. You giggle, stumbling back slightly. "What's wrong Johnny?"

"Don' act coy wit me Bonnie, yer arse know exactly wha'yer doin.." He leans in, boxing you in, nipping at your neck.

Your legs felt like jelly, a giggle coming from your chest. Hoisted up onto the sink, he kisses your jaw. peck after peck of his warm lips, moistening your skin. It tickled.

"So pretty f'me..." He catches your mouth in his finally, melting into you. "Taste so feckin' good...could eat you for every meal."

You spread your legs, your panties peeking out from under your dress. "wanna feel you against me..." You sounded breathless, eyes closed as his hands ran over your thighs. Pushing up your skirt. "Inside me..."

His fingers loop your underwear, pulling it down. "I gotcha ya.."

The dim lights making the slick on your pussy glisten, the smell of your heat hitting his nose. He practically groans in your ear. His fingers sliding inside with a pornographic squelch.

You shudder, nearly doubling over as you tuck your face into his broad shoulder. Hiding your moans in his T-shirt as he pumps his fingers in and out. Hitting the gooey spot inside of you.

His hand leaves you, throbbing and full of desire. But he quelled it quickly. His slick covers fingers going into his mouth, the other ripping open the front of his jeans.

You shift, his hands coming down to grab at your fleshy hips, tugging you forward. Hiding his face in your neck, sinking in with a drawn out "fuck.."

Stretching you out, every ridge and vein digging into your clenching walls. Puffs of air leaving your lips, hitching in your chest when he starts to rock. Slowly, then getting faster.

"Where d'ya want me to cum baby?" He huffs in your ear, rutting against you like some bitch in heat. Needing more.

"I- in me..." You whine, fingers digging into his mowhawk, sweat dripping down your back.

"Tha's my girl...my swee' swee' Bonnie.." He goes faster, snapping his hips against yours, his tip nudging against your cervix. Pleasure filled tears glossed your eyes, threatening to spill over as you held on for dear life.

The coil snapped before you even realized it was there. coating his cock in a shiny gloss. Dripping down his pubic hair before he finishes. A shaky moan erupting from his mouth as his fingers dig into you.

Panting together, you lock eyes. Bursting into laughter.

"You slut." You manage to get out through your giggle fest.

"Hey, you love it."

[chesacakeripper]

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tagged by @adainesjacket thank you ^_^

Total number of AO3 works: 32

Total AO3 word count: 206,075

Fandoms I've written for: in order of volume: Legends of Tomorrow, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Buddy Daddies, Hannibal, Sherlock, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Black Magician Trilogy (my first...), Supernatural, The Apothecary Diaries (my latest!)

Top 5 fics by kudos:

Taste Me, Drink My Soul - Buddy Daddies (1,138)

Lie Still and Close Your Eyes - Buddy Daddies (666)

You Let Me Desecrate You - Buddy Daddies (581)

Temptation Waits - Legends of Tomorrow (524)

The Best Laid Schemes of Mice and Men - Legends of Tomorrow (519)

Do I respond to comments? I try my best to! Sometimes I don't respond on my older fics but that's more of a personal failing as I forgor..

What has the most angst-ridden ending? Oh ho! Now, that's a stickler. I think probably a toss up between Best Laid Schemes (this is NOT my fault, I was writing along with the first season as it aired and they threw in a major character death that fucked my plot up innit) and From The Pain (you drive into the heart of me) (Buddy Daddies) but I DO still intend to write a nice fifth part to that series.

What has the happiest ending? Probably Cocoa isn't Cocoa without the Mini-Marshmallows (Legends of Tomorrow), pure fluff at the end there tbh. Rare for me.

Have I received hate? Not really hate, per se. I've had a few rude comments and bookmarks here and there but no direct hate.

Do I write smut? And what kind? HO BOY do I write smut. I like my boys a bit desperate, a bit roughed up, a little bit kinky and wet & messy. I have also delved a bit into dub-con too, which can be fun. I like to treat sex as first base and all the relationship stuff and feelings as much later stages.

Do I write crossovers? No, because if its within the same cinematic universe etc I wouldn't count it as a crossover.

Have I ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so, but I've never checked

Have I ever had a fic translated? I don't think so either.

Have I ever co-written a fic? I have not!

A WIP I'll never finish? Dance with the Devil, a Hannibal fic I wrote between seasons 1 and 2 but then season 2 came out and my conclusion was sort-of ruined (as I partially managed to guess some plot points) so I gave up on the fic and will never finish it.

Writing strengths? character voice, one shots, possibly action and fight scenes that lead into smut.

Writing weaknesses? plot cohesiveness in longer fics and the sustained attention to actually write them

Do I like foreign language dialogue? when it's needed, sure, but also I speak English and stopped formally learning German about 10 years ago so my grasp of other languages is not the best.

First fandom I wrote for? The Black Magician Trilogy by Trudi Canavan, it was a werewolf AU

Favorite fic I've written? I'm most happy with About to Break (and it's dead-dove follow on Punch Drunk) I think, which are the fruit of my reading the Yu-Gi-Oh! DM manga and really getting my teeth into Kaiba and Jounouchi's early canon personalities and extrapolating that out.

tagging @alectoperdita @saiikavon @rockoutwithyour-spockout and YOU dear reader, if you wish to do it, but also no pressure if you don't. Also feel free to remove the statistic based Qs if that makes you feel weird about fandom engagement!

And self-plugging again for my newest fic Sticky Sheets (The Apothecary Diaries) because, as one very kind bookmarker has said, "Jinshi beating his own cheeks thank god"

[clawsandpaws-creativearchive]

Stockman, I shrunk the Turtles! [1]

A TMNT 2k3 Borrower AU:

In which some tiny turtles make a home in the walls of Stocktronics lab, doing their best to make Stockman's life as aggravating as possible. A wandering night guard by the name of Casey Jones stumbles across them on a supply run, and the rest is history.

(All fluff and hijinks, little to no angst.)

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The noise cutting through the thick silence of the dark laboratory was scratchy and quiet and kind of high pitched, irregular and staccato, like someone's forgotten phone left stuck on a Youtube video. If Casey hadn't stopped to lean against the railing and itch his elbow with his flashlight he wouldn't have heard it at all, booted footfalls easily drowning it out as he marched by.

But he did, and he did.

Hadn't the Head Honcho been complaining about mice or something? Casey thought to himself, readjusting his grip on the flashlight and shutting it off as he turned to investigate. If it was mice, he didn't wanna scare 'em off too early.

Casey wasn't made for sneaking, exactly - catch him in the middle of a hockey match or Purple Dragon bashing sesh and he was graceful as a prima ballerina, he swore - but as he slid through the doorway and into the darkened break room, illuminated faintly by the blinking numbers on the microwave and the light over the sink, he managed to stay quiet enough that the mice kept squeaking away.

The source of the noise was obvious: some idiots had left some cupboard doors open, and in the dim light, Casey could just barely make out the glint off of the corners of various upended boxes and around the curves of an open peanut butter jar. No wonder they had a mouse problem!

Time to shed some light on the subject...

Like a gunslinger in the wild west, he spun the flashlight around in his hand and flicked it on, illuminating the cupboard in stark yellows and deep shadows, expecting to see little mousey eyes glinting back.

What he got instead was this:

Little green men, only a couple inches tall, frozen in terrified poses on top of and around the peanut butter jar, staring up at him. One of them had their hand shoved under the lid and appeared to be in the process of trying to yank it back out again. As the flashlight beam moved across the scene, their eyes flashed.

He'd almost think he was looking at a bunch of tiny action figures or something, if not for the way the stuck one's shoulders were moving up and down just the tiniest bit as it breathed, faster and faster in its rising alarm.

"Uh..." he said, and that shattered the moment rather decisively.

One of the ones on the ground grabbed the other by the wrist and yanked them into shadows behind the jar, and the one perched on top of the jar turned its whole body to face Casey head on, tiny face contorted in a snarl, gritted teeth and narrowed eyes that would be terrifying if its entire body wasn't as big as a fun size twix.

"Back off, big guy," it growled, and okay, that was a dude's voice. High pitched air whistling through tiny lungs, but Casey could tell. "Just forget you ever saw us and walk away and no one gets hurt."

"Raphy, get outta here," hissed arm stuck guy, giving up on the statue lifestyle and bracing his feet against the jar, tugging with all his might. "You're not gonna fight Giant Man as the Wasp, just save yourself!"

"Whoa, whoa," Casey held up both hands in the universal sign for see, no weapons, I don't hurt tiny guys, forgetting about the flashlight in the one until the shadows swallowed the cupboard again.

When he'd fumbled the flashlight back into position, the peanut butter guy was still stuck and tugging away like his life depended on it, but the growly one was gone. Vanished, kind of like a ninja.

Leaving his defenseless buddy to struggle all alone.

Casey couldn't help but feel for the little guy. He seemed genuinely scared and desperate.

"Hey, uh, little... green... man?" He said awkwardly, "Here, lemme help. I gotcha." He reached for the jar, intending on unscrewing the cap so Peanut Butter Guy could pull himself free, but as he moved forward-

Two searing points of pain on the back of his hand had him shouting and jerking it away, blinking away the shock and almost missing the growly guy flipping backwards off of his hand and over to the peanut butter jar lid.

Casey hissed and shook out the injury; was he bleeding? Yeowch.

"Thought I told you to walk away," Growly guy growled, crouching, looking all squeakily menacing. His incredibly tiny fingers were wrapped around the hilt of red thumbtacks, the points of which were glistening just the slightest bit in the beam of the flashlight. "You need another painful reminder or are you gonna follow directions like a good little guard dog?"

"Raph," the other one whined.

"I just wanted to help 'im," Casey defended himself, "Poor little guy's stuck!"

"Want me to tell you where you can shove-"

Growly's posturing was interrupted by a hand on his arm; one of the other tiny dudes, the ones that had ducked behind the jar, must have climbed up the back. "I want to hear him out, Raph," Third Guy said reasonably. "...then, if he makes a wrong move, we can get back to the stabbing."

Gee. Thanks.

They all looked at him, then. Casey even thought he saw the face of the fourth one peeking out from the darkness behind the jar.

"Listen, I-I'm not a bad guy or anything. Promise! I was only gonna unscrew the lid so your buddy here could get free. Cross my heart." He crossed his index finger over his heart to demonstrate his sincerity.

Third Guy leaned over the edge of the lid to meet Peanut Butter Guy's eyes. "Mikey?"

Peanut Butter Guy was shaking a bit, either from fear or exhaustion or both, as he hung from his single hand off the side of the jar. "'kay," he said, so quietly that Casey could barely hear it at all.

Growly stomped, brandishing his tacks like he thought they were a legitimately threatening weapon. "Give me one excuse, you overgrown bonehead, and I'll-"

"Easy, Raph," Third Guy placed a hand on the lip of Growly's shell, tugging him backwards. "Give him a chance. He can't help while we're standing here, at least, so come on."

Third Guy hopped off the peanut butter jar and Growly followed after a moment of hesitation, a leap that seemed almost disproportionate to their size. They landed on a nearby box, where Growly continued to wave his tacks around, spinning them in his teeny hands.

Okay. Guess they were doing this.

Peanut Butter Guy screwed his eyes shut as Casey's hand drew near. "S'okay, little guy, I'll be gentle," Casey assured him before shoving the flashlight between his teeth.

He grabbed the container on the opposite side of its unfortunate passenger and wrapped his palm around the lid. A slow, careful twist later, and the tiny green dude hissed and dropped, landing on the ground with an almost inaudible thump.

Between one blink and the next, Shadow Dude was at Peanut Butter Guy's side, inspecting his itty-bitty splayed fingers. It was really only then, squinting down at the two of them, that Casey realized they had three fingers on their hands. Not to mention those little round things on their backs, which almost looked like turtle shells? He just kind of stared, holding the peanut butter jar with both hands, his flashlight between his clenched teeth, a little fascinated and a lot confused.

[Where it all started.]

[more to come!]

-Jix

[yourlocalpolishguy]

I also self ship with Rex so i feel your pain </3

Tell me your ship name and some fluff-

Ohhh hi, I’m sorry I didn’t saw this message!

Nice to meet you fellow Rex selfshipper :3c imma ramble a bit, English isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes

So let’s start with the basics, my self insert is either called Wincent or Wiktor (Wiktor is just my name really). He was originally a X-men self insert I made to selfship with Nightcrawler (who I still love and adore). Most of his backstory from the X-men universe is similar to the one in invincible. Basic dramatic back story, his father was a vet who got bit by one of the sick animals, changing the dna so his first borns (the self insert) DNA was also changed. When he hit puberty he started to change, growing his tail and his hands and legs changing. His parents were religious and they saw him as an abomination so they kicked him out. He’s from Poland and there’s a lot of forests here so he just started to live next to the village, where he grew up in.

The news of some monster living nearby went to the news, people trying to hunt him down or something like that. In general, he was caught and American government got interest in him. He was really a pacifist, too scared to really hurt anyone or one of his animals. Cecil kinda took him in when he realized he might be a good spy, sending mice’s or other small animals into buildings, or controlling something bigger. He was still a teen when he joined the teen team, since Cecil wanted him to have some sort of practice and “friends”. He didn’t really knew the language well, using his rat to translate stuff for him

Rex wasn’t really fond of him. Let’s be honest, Rex at the begging of the series wasn’t fond of anyone who wouldn’t he fuck or got other sort of entertainment. So they started to fight, even if Wincent wasn’t really fond of any sort of fights, he hated Rex guts. Two of them always got on each others nerves, Rex doing stupid comments or pranks related to Wincents looks (which he was very insecure about) and Wincent payed him back with letting his rats rip Rex pillow in half or something like that

They had few moments where they didn’t fight, Wincent basically lived with him and Kate but Kate wasn’t really interested in talking to Wincent either. So he usually spend time in his room talking to his pets (idk if I mentioned his ability is talking to animals sorry I’m getting lost in the sauce). I also headcanon that Rex hates pets or animals, before he met Wincent and even more after due to his pets biting Rex all the time. But they spend Christmas together. No one wants to be alone on Christmas lol. They usually bought pizza, maybe got some gifts for each others if they felt generous. Put some plants from the base in the kitchen as the “Christmas tree”. Their relationship back there was platonic at best. Wincent never really forget Rex for treating Eve very poorly back then. When he learned about it, he let his cat to shit in Rex bed for a week

Later, when they joined the guardians, he wasn’t technically the parts of the guardians, let’s be honest, his powers are too weak so he was more of an informator who was like on the side lines. But since teen team wasn’t a thing anymore he just kinda stayed there. Helping out how he can. He didn’t even liked being a hero that much, he’s an antisocial guy with anger issues, of course he would prefer to say alone unbothered. But he was also lonely, without family or many friends. He had teammates, yeah but they weren’t really his friends. At least that’s how he thought about it. He didn’t even feel confident enough in his own body both due to dysmorphia (he’s transgender, AFAB) and animalistic looks.

Their relationship only started to develop after Rex accident, seeing new side of Rex was something weird but nice. It made Wincent stop the teasing or fighting with him. Sure there were stuff they needed to talk through but he felt glad the comments on his looks were stopped.

Also, my selfship is actually a polyselfship. Originally it was just selfship with Rex but I love his relationship with Rae. I mean, she’s very pretty herself… (also I headcanon her as transgender female since she’s a guy in the comic) and I just wanted three of them to have something nice

Neither Rex or Wincent went to high school, so they are kinda dumb :p but at hospital where Wincent started to meet him up, he admitted he wanted to go to a prom date. Since he saw how cool it looked on tv. And that he kinda just wished to feel normal for once, to look pretty in a dress or a suit. I thought it would be sweet if Rex tried to make for both of them a “prom” at his room. Renting some clothes that were too small or too big but he tried so what the hell sure. It’s kinda like what he did for Rae, with the cooking. His relationship with Rae is less about fighting, more about discussing their needs, feelings, what they even want from life. As much as Wincent would like to leave the “hero stuff” behind, he doesn’t even have any education in the different country, and his looks aren’t helping. There’s also stuff I come up with related to Rex death etc but that’s depressing and it would add another paragraph of text :p

Anyway if you read it all I’m thankful for reading all this crazy ramblings ✌️

Have a nice day 💜

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