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brrrkdslek · 7 months

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𖡎 youtube clips of ateez member, m/n that has atinys barking and rolling on the floor.

𖡎 ateez x 9th member! male! reader

𖡎 fluff, angst, idk slay???

𖡎 bullying, harassment, blood n gore(oop)

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clip 1 — m/n standing up for ateez on variety show

ateez along with the mcs laughed at the jokes as they continued, "if i were a member of ateez, what position would suit me best?" the members looked around and whispered amongst each other before hongjoong spoke up, "i don't know, but i think you'd do great..."

everyone laughs at the captain's statement as he shrinks in embarrassment. the mc puffs out his chest, "i think i'd be able to handle m/n's position." jongho blinks in surprise, "you can handle being main vocalist and main dancer...?" the other mc retaliated, "yeah, he thinks he can! what about it!?"

you only smile, knowing how much these people underestimate your hardwork. wooyoung speaks, "but his position is very hard, m/n actually plays a huge part in our choreography too!" wooyoung nudges you, "tell them!" you giggle at wooyoung's excitement.

"okay. so, when our tracks release, let's say for our comeback song, bouncy. i would improv it once and record it, then i would mark down some move which i think would collaborate well with the song, and then i'd work out the full choreo with the choreographer-"

the mc cut you off, "i still think i'd be able to do it though! maybe even better than you!" it came out in a joke tone but you could hear the underlying saltiness the man had with you, why's he so reluctant on bullying you???

you brush through your long hair before breaking the awkward silence, "well, who's position on the team do you agree with the least and why?" the mc perked up as he spoke loudly, "i think i would be the visual." mingi had to physically hold back a snort from beside you, "i honestly don't think seonghwa should be the visual at all."

wooyoung held back a gasp as san glared at the mc from afar. yunho turned to seonghwa and he only blinked in surprise, jongho gulped as he sees your vessel popping out in your neck, the tips of your ears turning slightly red.

"hm, i see. then who do you think would be best for visuals?" mingi placed his hand in your lap, comforting you quietly as you sighed. "i think, maybe me?" the mc does some weird 'sexy' pose and the other mc applauses him while your members keep quiet.

you let out a loud laugh for a second before covering your mouth with your hand, "ah, i'm sorry!" the mc's face was blank, "what, do you think i can't be the visual!?" you look the man up and down, "are you sure you'll even make it past the audition?" 'oo's' and laughs were exchanged between your members as you and the mc only stared.

clip 2 — m/n toktoq live: response to the show

you were eating peacefully in your hotel room with your live on and singing to the atinys every now and then. "m/n, did you say that to the mc because you were mad?" you read out a question. pondering for a few seconds, you decide to answer honestly.

"yes, i was super mad, more that he insulted my members." you slurped the noodled as you spoke again, "listen, i don't mind if people insult or make fun of me. but i won't accept if anyone speaks ill of my members." you untie your bun, which had been messed up from how much you'd been moving around.

biting the hairtie between your teeth, you used your hands to fix a ponytail and spoke, "i can take any insults if it is directed to me," picking up the hairtie, you tie your hair into a bun and fixed your bangs, "but please, leave my members alone."

clip 3 — m/n going off at a saseang in the airport

you had your hood and mask on as you followed along your members in the airport. you always hated the airport since the amount of people surrounding you made you feel incredibly claustrophobic and annoyed.

you had just came back to korea from your long concert and is headed back to the company. during the trip, you felt someone poke you and turned around, "hyung..." jongho's face looks slightly paler, "are you alright, jjong?" you held onto his hand as he leaned onto your strong arm, "just a bit tired..."

you ruffled his hair, "let's get outta here as soon as possible, m'kay?" jongho nods as you kiss his head, following your other members.

as you neared the exits, the group began slowing down as more people surrounded ateez and pushed the mangers and even the members from time to time. you tsked and checked on jongho every few seconds to make sure he is still there.

you noticed a woman pulling on the hems of jongho's hoodie as you swatted her away, pulling his closer to you as you squeezed between the members. however, she came back and kept on trying to get his attention, making him incredibly uncomfortable.

you could feel jongho's hands tremble and twitch with every touch of the woman and you got increasingly angered. you even did as much as wrapping your entire arm around his waist and leaned your head on his shoulder, you know jongho likes when you do that, it made him feel relaxed and calm.

but of course the woman didn't fucking stop as san and mingi were trying their best to kindly push her off and not cause scene. you heard jongho continuously mumbled for her to get off but you weren't having any of it. you were on your last straw when she began pulling on his wrist, that's when you acted out.

you let go of jongho's hand quickly and went to the other side and shoved the woman, hard. she ended up tripping on her own feet and collapsing onto the ground. you could care less for the cameras that were capturing this moment, in fact, you wanted everyone to see.

"yah! what's wrong with you!?" the woman spoke as she fixed her hair and tried standing up, you used your feet to push her shoulder back down. "what's wrong with me? are you kidding me, lady? you had been touching jongho this entire time and you're asking me what's wrong with me?"

you let out a sarcastic laugh, "who do you think you are? did you think i wouldn't do anything cause there are cameras?" your members and managers made no move to stop you as they only watched, all silently agreeing that it is what she deserved.

you crouched down and leaned into her ear, "if there were no cameras, i would've beat your fucking face off. now get lost before i actually do that." the woman shifted away from you and scrambled to get up, running away in a hurry as she cried.

you got up and grabbed your bag before going back to jongho and holding his hand, "let's go?" he nodded as the managers lead you all to the van, the crowd becoming smaller after your sudden outburst.

as you got into the van, you never let go of jongho's hand as he leaned onto your shoulder, eyes getting heavier. "i'm sorry jjong. you must've been so scared..." he smiled, "but i wasn't." you blink in surprise, "really, why not?" he looks up at you and flashed that adorable gummy smile of his, "cause i knew you'd protect me."

clip 4 — angry m/n at kcon

you were performing as normal and was super excited for your upcoming high note part. you had a few lines before it and while you were singing, you found that your mic had disconnected or some shit, making you grumpy.

however, atinys thought you were doing a sexy concept and cheered excitedly watching you sing your part. the mic had become more and more annoying as you sang your part, proving to be useless.

during the few seconds of pause before your high note, your ripped the headset off and threw it onto the ground before hitting the high note perfectly, wowing the atinys at your impactful volume even without a mic.

clip 5 — m/n shoving paparazzis for getting too close

ateez was in america, dressed all nice for their interview with buzzfeed, and as they got off the van one by one, the members were bombarded with cameras flashing in their direction. it wouldn't have been a problem had they not been at hand's distance with the members faces.

you were the last to get off the van as one paparazzi had the audacity to shove his camera inside the van while you were getting off. so, being the good samaritan you are, you shoved the camera.

you shoved it forward so that it hit the paparazzi on his bald head, making the man scream curses at you as you walked into the building, smile never leaving your face.

clip 6 — yunho vs m/n

"yeah, and i got this last week-" "why does your hair look like that?" you turn to yunho looking pretty offended, "why does my hair look like... what?" yunho giggles, "like, like poo..." you deadpan to the camera before rolling your eyes, "why does my hair matter to you in the slightest bit?" he shrugs and bites into the dumpling.

"i dunno, i jus' think it looks better when it's down." you leaned down to slurp your noodles, "better than your crap coloured hair..." yunho's jaw drops as he tosses the wooden chopsticks on the table and stands up, "yah!"

you turn to him and look up, "why're you standing up??" he pouts, "my hair is NOT crap colour!" your forehead creases, "can you just sit down-" "at least i don't spend two hours every morning getting ready." you frown and stand up, growing more annoyed by the second.

"why're you picking a fight with me?" he rolls his eyes and cross his arms, mumbling something. "what'd you say?" looking down, yunho mumbles, "i'm not the one that throws headsets on stage..."

you had to blink a few times to process what he had said. "jeong yunho," the man stiffens and turns to you, "...what?" you stared at the man with the angry glare, making him shiver. "sit down right now and eat your food." as if on impulse, yunho's knees buckle and he plops back onto the armchair.

you side-eyed yunho for a few seconds before turning to the camera, with a large grin like you weren't just about to detached yunho's head from his body, "okay atinys, i think we have to cut the live short! have a good day!"

clip 7 — m/n noona revealed!

mingi bounced excitedly as he sat on the chair and waited for his questions, "has there been a time where your members has stood up for you?" mingi's eyes widen as he smiles, "yes!" he answers loudly.

"there was this time during a fansign when i was feeling really sick, m/n hyung noticed and tried to tell the staff but they wouldn't let me leave. i get it, cause they thought it would've been disrespectful and i told him that!

but he got so angry and only told me to take care of myself before he went back to the atinys. afterwards, he yelled and screamed at the managers!" mingi giggled, "it was really funny seeing them all just looking down like toddlers being scolded by their parents. i'm so grateful for m/n hyung!"

the other members including yourself smiles and giggled at the back as wooyoung spoke up, "you mean m/n noona?" you swatted the back of wooyoung's head as he only giggled, "that sounds so good!" mingi turned to look at wooyoung.

"right!?" "m/n noona!" jongho laughed, "m/n noona!" he leaned onto your shoulder as you only huffed, the rest of the members including hongjoong and seonghwa hyung also started calling you that.

clip 8 — fansign massacre!

it was a sunny day when ateez were in la, california for their fansign. hongjoong had asked the managers a few times for them not to do a fansign in such an area since america was a dangerous place as they could get stabbed and shot at any moment. however, the managers persisted.

the members were lined up in their seats in the order of their ages, with m/n squeezed between hongjoong and yunho. the venue was crowded with many atinys waving and screaming the member's names.

as the atinys sat in their designated seats, the fansign started. you were enthusiastic with a happy grin painting your face the entire time at all the pretty girls and boys that dressed up prettily to see you, it made your heart swell with pride.

suddenly, hongjoong leaned into your ear and whispered, "this one's sketchy, watch them closely." you blink in confusion before the next fan shifts in front of you.

you immediately get the memo as the person- you can't even tell the gender as their face was covered up with a mask and hoodie. you force a smile as you tried to bring up some conversation, "so, uh... how long have you been a fan?"

"i'm not," your eyes widen, "how long is each member?" you were shocked as it took you a second to respond, "f-five minutes." afterwards, you and the person only stared at each other before the time ran out.

you suddenly got a feeling in your gut something bad was about to happen. you were constantly turning to yunho who was on your left conversing with said person. why were they being so friendly with yunho only?

"are you alright?" the atiny asked as you brushed some sweat from your forehead and focused back on the fan, but making sure to keep an eye on yunho.

as the timer ran out, the atinys shifted seats again but the person never moved from in front of yunho. you felt your heart rate increased as the person stayed unmoving, the staff were already on high alert of this person after seonghwa's turn.

yunho's eyes widen in fear as the person abruptly pulled out a dagger and stood up, leaning forward to graze yunho. yunho leaned backwards, closing his eyes as yeosang reaching out to stop the person, everything was moving too quickly as m/n instinctively reached out.

yunho cracked his eyes open as he fell backwards onto his butt at the sight in front of him; you holding the dagger with your bare hand, gripping it so hard your veins were visible on your forearm. wooyoung almost threw up at the sight of your blood running down your arm.

everyone around you was panicked including the person as the crowd screamed and pushed around each other, but your face was stern. you stared straight into the person with half-lidded eyes, showing no sign of emotions even though your hand was burning from pain.

no one dared to move, not even the members or managers as you slowly spoke in english, "what," your eyebrows creased, "do you think you're doing?" your grip tightened as the person's grip on the handle loosened, stumbling backwards as he fell.

the staff immediately emerged from the shadows and pinned down the person, making sure to call the police. you violently threw the dagger onto the ground, making everyone jump as you wiped your bloody hand on your white tank top, eyes never leaving the attackers.

you squatted down and pulled their hoodie down, "if i see your face again," grabbing a fistful of their hair, you yanked the person so close your noses almost touched. they yelped in pain and gripped your wrist, "i'll kill you with this damn knife, got it?"

the person began to cry as you shoved their face away, grimacing as the staff dragged the person backstage. the manager came to you with first-aid and asked if you were okay. you brushed them off as you jogged to yunho, who was still sat on the ground.

you cup his cheeks in your hand as you turn his head left and right, "yun! are you okay? are you hurt?" yunho's eyes watered as his bottom lip quivered, "ah- i got blood on your cheek," you pulled your right hand away and wiped the blood with the back of your hand.

yunho stopped your movement and held onto your wrist, pulling his head into your chest as he silently sobbed, mumbling 'sorry's' and 'it's my fault's'. you kissed his head and patted his back, "no, i'm sorry i was a second too late."

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

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redscrawl · 5 months

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How It Ends- The Quarry

(#FFF234: how it ends) fandom: The Quarry characters: Kaitlyn, Dylan, Ryan, Abi, Laura, Max, Others (mentioned) warnings: canonical character death, grief/mourning, trauma, amputation, blood, injury, horror, dead bodies, tragedy words: 717 summary: The Quarry cast contemplates the events of the night while driving away from camp finally.

Guys I suddenly got inspired to write a random The Quarry fic because of @flashfictionfridayofficial

Ignore that my first published fanfic on here is this random, also i wrote this in like 30 minutes. I promise ill put my actual fanfic on here some day.

The sunlight turned the blood an angelic hue. An almost shimmering red popping against worn and beaten skin.

Dappled golden rays shone down through the canopy of leaves, bathing them all in what they had most desperately craved all evening; light. After hours of searching, begging, and weeping for it, the end was not what they had expected. Things looked different in the light. The shadows cast by trees were less daunting, the wounds decorating their bodies were less intimidating. The losses were greater, more raw and piercing. Empty spots aching as daylight exposed them.

There was no great applause or lifting of a curtain. Nobody had come to tell them ‘Congratulations! You are still alive!’. Not even the cops had been called. It was just them and the crippling reality of the situation they had advanced and fallen victim to. Six remaining teenagers and the lingering stench of death.

And so they piled into the dirty beat up van, quietly and routinely. The warm cracked leather seats welcoming them into its safe hold. None of them said anything as Kaitlyn assumed her role as the driver, Laura taking up the passenger seat. As the position’s honored title suggests, she clutched the bloody shotgun in her hands still, high alert on even as the van passed through the camp’s threshold.

‘Hackett’s Quarry’ the sign read ‘What doesn't kill you, will make you stronger.’

Dylan was the only one to glance back, craning his sore neck to see the lodge. It was illuminated now through the gap in the trees, from here you could barely tell something amiss had ever happened there. It looked just as it had 24 hours ago, teeming with life and campers.

He almost thought maybe this had never happened. That this was just a dream, though the dull ache thrumming in the spot where his hand used to be suggested otherwise.

Ryan looked over at Dylan, dried blood caking onto his face creating a texture like an old and cracked oil painting. His lips curled into a slight smile, Dylan smiled back.

Silence laid steadily in the bumpy car ride to the main road, nobody wanted to speak about what had happened. No music played over the speakers, it felt wrong now to enjoy something while passing through the site of their most acute horror.

Things would never be the same anymore, too many people had died, too many secrets never meant to see the light of day had been uncovered. There would be no more summer camp and no more Hackett’s Quarry. The empty seats and unclaimed luggage sitting in the van was a stark reminder of what was to haunt them for the rest of their lives.

But for now they were okay, it was over, this was the end.

The jostling of the uneven dirt turned into smooth pavement as they finally turned onto the main road. Everyone let out a subtle sigh of relief, they made it. Even Laura rested her arms, placing the gun on her thighs; she turned to check on Max, his face forlorn and distant.

Dylan was the first to break the silence.

“Is it crazy if I somehow still have the Peanut Butter Butterpops theme stuck in my head?” His voice was weak but still rang out with the same sarcastic note as always.

For a moment everyone stayed still, shocked that the long drawn out silence had ended. Everyone had been shaken out of their own stoic thoughts. Was it okay to laugh at a time like this? Was the question on every mind.

Kaitlyn decided it was.

Her chuckle was the first, a dry and heaving thing. Like all the weight of that night was being released through her vocal chords. She gasped, laughing from the pit of her stomach while clutching the grimy steering wheel. Dylan was next, then Abi and Ryan. Eventually even Laura and Max broke from their serious stare.

The laughter continued for long and got louder as it went on. It all seemed so absurd to them now, like a cheesy movie they’d pay way too much to see at the local theater.

Still smiling, Kaitlyn drove on chasing the horizon. Sun brimming over the edge like a promise.

This was the end.

#The Quarry #max brinly #abigail blyg #dylan lenivy #The Quarry game #Supermassive Games #ryan ezrahler #the quarry fanfic #redscrawl #redscrawl fics #ao3 author #fanfiction #flash fic friday #flash fiction friday #laura kearney #kaitlyn ka #hacketts quarry

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shes-homeward-bound · 1 year

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Visions of Burning Skies | Chapter 1: The Reaping

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader

Chapters: 1/?

Warnings: violence, depictions of death, swearing

People protect who they love, even if it means dying for them. This is one of the many things Y/n Dovecote thinks about when her little brother gets called up to the stage with her. She's fierce and determined. She'll do anything to protect him, but sometimes, the odds are never in your favor

Read in A03 (I have more chapters updated in ao3)

Chapter 1: The Reaping

The air is hot and stagnant, the only reprieve the crowd gets is when the cool sea breeze wafts into the makeshift stage in front of the justice building. Once Ophelia Gaul in her ridiculous sparkly teal wig opens her mouth to say the opening remarks, you tune her out. This is your last year to be eligible for the games and you certainly weren’t going to miss standing amongst a sea of anxious children. Last year you watched the tributes from your district freeze to death and you knew this terrified all the people who wanted to volunteer. Their deaths had nothing to do with how good of a fighter they were, District 4 tributes were ill-equipped with survival skills and the majority realized that.

Scanning the stage, you notice the victors who were seated on the stage. The victors consist of Mags an elderly lady who was the only female victor and a couple of male victors next to her. Two of them were middle-aged and the other two were younger but it was the youngest who caught your eye. Finnick Odair. You used to go to school with him and would see him working in the docks. You used to be friendly with each other but after he won he completely changed and didn’t keep in contact with his old schoolmates. Naturally, he stopped working in the docks after his win and spent a lot of time in the capitol. He was still as handsome as ever but from what you’ve heard about him, his ego, and endless lovers, it was probably better if you didn’t have a character like him in your life.

You scan the crowd to see where your parents were standing and you could see your father wringing his hands. He hates the games, and he used to think that being a tribute was an honor but when his best friend was killed in the arena, he hates the Capitol for taking him away. Your family wasn’t wealthy enough to send their kids to the academy but he made sure his children worked hard and knew how to fight with spears, knives, and a trident. You look at the boys’ section and almost immediately you catch the eye of your younger brother Alon. Even though he was a strong and sturdy 15-year-old kid, the moment he looks at you with big doe eyes, your older sibling instincts kick in.

“It’s going to be okay,” you mouth at him. “I promise.”

“I hope so,” he mouths back.

You turn your attention to the big screen and catch the ending of the video the capitol shows every year that recites the history of Panem and why the districts were punished for rebelling. Ophelia applauds and the crowd politely claps back.

“Now for the moment we’ve all been waiting for, it is time to pick this year's female tribute!” said Ophelia as she briskly walked to the giant bowl that held our names. With a flair, she plucks a card and walks back to the mic stand. Everyone around you holds their breath as Ophelia painstakingly opens the card.

“Y/N Dovecote!”

You feel like you got punched in the gut, you couldn’t tell if you weren’t breathing or hyperventilating. The girls around you give space as peacekeepers approach your shocked figure, seeing the state you were in, one of the peacekeepers put a firm hand on your arm as they led you toward the stage. You whip your head toward the direction of your parents and you could see your mother with her hands over her mouth and your father standing stoic, you know he was fuming on the inside.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let us give Miss Y/N Dovecote a round of applause!” said Ophelia. Now walking towards the glass bowl that held the male names, your stomach lurches as your reality is finally settling in. You never thought you would get reaped in a million years, you scan the crowd hoping that some proud girl with a giant ego was going to volunteer for you but no one dares to move or raise their voice. Just like you predicted, there weren’t going to be any volunteers this year.

Clearing her throat, Ophelia slowly opens the card. “Alon Dovecote!”

Your jaw drops as you look at Ophelia who also looked between you and the card in shock. You see the peacekeepers moving in to escort your brother to the stage. Before you could think about it, you were already screaming. “No! Someone volunteer for him! Someone volunteer!”

Your pleas for help were ignored as the older boys put their heads down to avoid making eye contact. You start stomping over toward the boy's side of the stage but are quickly stopped by peacekeepers. Realizing your actions may affect you badly in the future, you calm yourself down as you helplessly watch your brother walk up to the stage and stand next to you.

Taken aback by the announcement of someone who shares your last name, Ophelia snaps out of it and enthusiastically introduces Alon to the crowd and cameras. “If I’m not mistaken, you two are siblings!”

You numbly nod.

Taking your hand and Alon’s hand on her other, Ophelia raises her arms triumphantly. “May I present to you the tributes for the 69th Hunger Games, District 4’s Y/N Dovecote and Alon Dovecote!”

You look over at your little brother and he looks at you with glazed eyes, he was in shock. Steeling yourself and fighting back the tears, you gave him a firm nod. You did promise him that everything was going to be okay and you were prepared to make that his reality.

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The peacekeepers bring you inside the justice building and put you and Alon in separate rooms. After a few minutes of waiting you could hear your older cousins' frantic voices outside the door. It bursts open and you fly into their arms as you start to sob, you couldn’t believe the bad luck your family was experiencing.

“Where’s my mom and dad?” you ask through your tears.

“They’re with Alon right now, the peacekeepers said we could switch in a few minutes.” you nod as Mariana looks at you with pain in her eyes. You knew exactly what she was thinking as you watched her memorize the details on your face. Her twin, Marlo stood next to you shaking his head in disbelief with tears threatening to stream down his face. You, Alon, and your cousins Mariana and Marlo grew up with each other and were basically your older siblings. Even though you were already family, the 4 of you were tight-knit and had a bond that only the best of friends could share.

Grabbing both of their hands, you command their attention. “I’m going to make sure Alon wins. No matter what, I will make sure he comes back home.”

“It’s not fair! You have a chance of winning the games, you’re strong and good with knives, but with Alon getting reaped…” choking up, Marlo couldn’t finish the sentence.

You can only nod. “I know.”

“Make strong allies, learn survival skills, practice new weapons… I don’t know! I just need you guys to make it till the end,” said Mariana as she clenches her fists. “They can’t just put two siblings in the arena, that’s too much!” her voice rose to a yell. “Maybe the mayor could speak to Ophelia or the president!”

You shush her. “You’re going to get in trouble if you talk like that in public! The only way out of this was for someone to volunteer for Alon and that didn’t happen. They’re going through with it, after all, we just made the hunger games much more interesting.”

A peacekeeper knocks on the door and tells you to finish up. They hug you tight knowing it was the last time. Your cousins knew you were going to fight to the death to make sure your younger brother comes back home.

“Just in case something happens, I need you to promise me you’ll take care of my parents,” you requested.

“Of course,” replies Mariana tearfully.

Shortly after they leave, the door opens to reveal your mother's splotchy red face, the moment she makes eye contact with you, sobs wracked her body. Your father was behind her and also looked like a mess. They had just said goodbye to their only son and now they were going to say goodbye to their daughter. As they hold you in their arms, you relish the warmth they provide you.

Now firmly holding your shoulders, your father looks at you sternly. “You’re smart and a good fighter. Use your wisdom and skills and the other tri-”

You cut him off. “Dad, you don’t have to do that, I know what I have to do. I’m going to make sure Alon gets back to you and mom.”

Your dad falters. “We can’t ask you to do that, it’s not fair.”

“It’s not fair but I’m the eldest and I will make sure Alon gets out of that arena alive. I will use everything you taught me and I will do everything I can to make Alon a victor,” you said bluntly.

“It’s so cruel,” whispers your mother as she strokes your face. “My babies don’t deserve this.”

Not knowing what to say you just hug your parents tight. No one said anything as you held each other knowing that this was the last time you would be together. You cried freely with your cousins but with your parents, they were already devastated, you couldn’t let them see you like this. Your father and another peacekeeper have to pry you and your mother apart, as they lead you out of the room to a car that would bring you to the train station.

Seated next to Ophelia was your brother Alon. You lunge to hug Alon and Ophelia shrinks back to give you space, she wasn’t used to her tributes wanting to interact with each other. After arriving at the train station, you are ushered inside, and Ophelia gives you a little tour. District 4 was one of the wealthiest districts and you never went hungry but the level of opulence this train held was something you have never experienced. Ophelia offers you refreshments but you don’t have the appetite, you just need to sit down and process everything that happened.

Sinking into one of the velvet blue chairs, you press your palms over your eyes trying to relieve the tension that was building. After a few moments of silence, you look over at your brother. “How did this happen to us?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Alon curls onto your side just like he used to do when he was younger. “It’s not fair. Mom and dad don’t deserve this, we don’t deserve this!” he starts crying and you have no idea what to say so you just pat his arm.

The train doors open and the sight of Finnick, Mags, and a man in his 40s make you and Alon stand up to greet them. With a flourish, Ophelia presents your mentors.

“These are your mentors Mags Flanagan, Finnick Odair, and Nyle Monti. They are going to help you train and hone your skills for the games. They will be the ones to gather sponsors that will help you in the arena.” says Ophelia. Gesturing towards you and your brother, she looks hopefully to the mentors. “They’re a strong pair this year, I can tell.”

Finnick sticks his hand out towards Alon and introduces himself to your brother. His eyes meet yours and you notice that spark in his eye that he had when you were younger. “Y/n. You’ve changed since I last saw you.”

You arch your eyebrow as you give him a firm handshake. “I can say the same about you, Finnick.”

“You two know each other?” asks Ophelia.

“We used to go to school and work in the docks together,” you answer. Finnick looks into the distance as if he unlocked a memory of his life before the games.

Unexpectedly, Mags gives you and Alon a warm hug that you greatly appreciated. You didn’t realize it was dinner time until avoxes started setting the table and bringing in the dishes. Ophelia waves you over to the table and sits you next to Alon and Mags with Finnick sitting in front of you. Once the food is served, you force yourself to eat knowing that you need to keep your strength because who knows what you would face in the arena. You urge Alon to do the same and you see Finnick and Mags nod in approval.

“If you two are ready I think it’s a great time to start talking about our strategy,” said Finnick.

Alon looks at you and you nod.

“First of all, I would like to say how sorry I am that a brother and sister were reaped together,” says Nyle. You quickly peek toward the Capitol resident but you see Ophelia nodding in sympathy. Even Ophelia the Capitol resident knew that putting a brother and sister at the same time was the worst scenario possible.

“This is the first time siblings were reaped together so you’ve already gained national attention and we’re going to use that to your advantage,” says Finnick. “Being from District 4, people expect you to be strong and deadly and the tributes already see you as a threat. What skills do you have?”

Alon knew that the training we got from our father was technically illegal but the Capitol seems to turn a blind eye when it came to Districts 1,2 and 4. Alon hesitates and you gesture for him to continue. “Y/n and I have been working in our father’s fishing boat since we were old enough to haul things, so I guess we’re strong. I’m good with a spear and Y/n is great with knives and she can beat me up with no problem.”

For the first time since the reaping, you crack a smile. “You’re 3 years younger than me, you’ve got a lot of learning to catch up on.”

Alon laughs. “I’m serious, she’s good and will kick the shit out of you. She can take down our cousin Marlo and he’s a big guy!”

Finnick smiles at Alon’s enthusiasm. “That’s good to hear, we’ll make sure you get trained in hand-to-hand combat. Throwing a spear from a distance is a good offense but knowing how to defend yourself will help you in the arena.”

Alon’s smile falters as he understands what Finnick was implying. “I guess we’re going to have to hurt people in the arena. I mean, I knew we had to do that but I think it just hit me… I don’t know how I’m going to kill someone.”

Nyle wracks his brain trying to come up with the right words to say. “To win the games, it is almost inevitable. Unless you can hide and wait it out, it’s hard not to kill anyone. When the games start, people will change and they will be ruthless. They want to live just as much as you do.”

Alon nods. “I guess so. I mean one of us has to win, our parents can’t lose both of their children.”

Upset by the conversation, Alon excuses himself from the table and starts heading to his room. You contemplate standing up to console him but you decide it was better for him to just sit and process the situation. Once Alon leaves the room, you slump down on your chair and stare at your plate blinking back tears.

Mags places her hand on top of yours. “Maybe you should go and rest, we can talk about our strategy over breakfast.”

You sat up straight as you will yourself to focus on the plan you had set for you and Alon. “I have a plan.”

Finnick raises an eyebrow and looks at the other mentors and Ophelia.

“I will do anything to make sure my brother comes out as the victor and you’re going to help me. I can fight and I’m good with knives but I’ll need to train, I’m not going to be as good as District 1 and 2 so I have to be better. Alon was downplaying himself, he’s great with a spear and if he can hit a moving fish in the water, I know he’ll be good with bigger targets. He’ll have to learn more hand-to-hand combat but he’s a fast learner. Alon has a chance of winning this and I’m going to make sure he comes out of this alive.”

“Y/n,” said Finnick softly. “What will happen when it comes down to you, Alon, and a couple of other tributes? Or worse, just you and Alon.”

You steel yourself and you look Finnick dead in the eye. “Then I’ll throw myself off a cliff if I have to. Alon is going home as the victor. Period.”

Taken aback by the ferocity, your mentors let out a breath. They aren’t used to their tributes being so concise about their plan this early on but they could see your desperation. Your eyes were wild and they couldn’t argue with you. You were an older sister protecting her little brother and from the looks of it, nothing was going to stop you.

“Will you help me? Please?” your voice cracks as you look at Ophelia and the mentors surrounding you. “Promise me?”

They grimly nod. The mentors had never had to deal with a situation like this, putting most of their efforts solely on one tribute seems worse than focusing on two tributes. It would almost feel inhumane. They’ve never had someone so capable of winning accept their demise so fast.

Finnick examines the girl he once saw sitting a few rows from him in school or the girl that helped him unload that day's catch onto the trucks. You were the same age as Finnick and the thought fills him with sorrow. He was 18 years old and a victor, he was safe from the games, and here you were laying down your life for your brother.

“I promise,” says Finnick.

He hates the Hunger Games.

*******

The sound of loud chatter and utensils clinking against glass plates rouse you from your sleep. You rummage through the drawers and find that they are filled with brand-new undergarments and clothes. After taking a shower you slip on linen pants and a simple blue shirt that you stylistically tucked into your pants. You make your way to the dining room and see that everyone else has started eating the extravagant breakfast spread. Full of energy, Ophelia greets you a good morning and pats the space between her and Finnick. Alon, who was in much better spirits, smiles at you.

“Y/n! Nyle and Finnick were telling me that if we try hard enough and learn more survival skills, one of us would have a shot at winning!” says Alon.

Smiling at him, you silently thank them for boosting your brother’s confidence. “We can’t be too cocky though, we still have to make it out of the bloodbath and survive in the wild.”

“She’s right,” says Finnick. “You must learn survival skills, you can’t depend on the cornucopia because it’s different every year. If we play our cards right, we can get both of you sponsors that will buy you food, water, and medicine.”

“How do we get sponsors?” you ask.

“You have to get people to like you and win over the Capitol. You two will have a slight advantage because you’re a sibling pair and people will be sympathetic but that’s not enough. You need to adopt a persona, and that persona depends on our strategy. Yesterday, the entire nation saw you scream for volunteers for your brother. They saw you as bold and commanding, we can work with that but we need you to be charming.” said Nyle.

“Y/n is attractive so that’s already a huge advantage and they know she’s District 4 so they expect her to be a good fighter. ‘Y/n Dovecote, beautiful, bold, and lethal’ I can already hear Caesar saying it. The Capitol will love her,” said Finnick as he strategizes with Nyle.

Ophelia nods as she bit into her breakfast. “I agree, the Capitol will be intrigued by her natural beauty.”

It wasn’t even directed toward you but hearing Finnick say that about you gave you a shock. You fought hard to keep the blush that was crawling up your cheeks by busying yourself with dousing the french toast with syrup.

“What about Alon?”

“I think it would be best to appear like a dynamic duo, it will help you gain popularity. Y/n will be the fearless and captivating older sister while Alon will be the endearing yet deadly little brother,” suggests Nyle.

Mags and Finnick agree.

“Last night we discussed how we’ll work as a team, Nyle will work with Alon because he’s the best at hand-to-hand combat and they’ll work on it at the tribute apartments. Y/n, you’ll be working with me. I’ll show you how to win over the Capitol and Mags is going to bounce between you and Alon.” said Finnick.

“We’ll do whatever you think is best, thank you for your help,” you say sincerely.

After breakfast, the mentors bring you to the couches so you could watch other districts' reapings and scan for potential threats and allies. The people who caught your attention were Districts 1, and 2, and a couple of the kids from the lower districts like 7, 10, and 11. Nyle points out the male district from 10 and said that he’s probably been working with livestock for a couple of years and that would make him strong. Some of the tributes from the other districts didn’t even seem like a threat to you, some of them were only 13 and 14 years old and were skin and bones. District 12 reaped a 12-year-old boy and you hope you wouldn’t have to be the one to kill him. You watch the District 4 reaping and seeing yourself on television was strange, at the moment when Alon’s name was called and you started pleading to the boys’ it was captivating to watch. You were scared you looked weak but you gave the opposite effect of looking angry and determined, it was perfect for the persona they wanted you to convey for the games.

Daylight darkens as the train passes by the mountains that surround the Capitol. Once the train moved away from the shadows of the mountains, you could see the Capitol in the distance. You gasp at the sight of the city filled with skyscrapers and gold and silver adorning the city. You never thought you would see the Capitol in your life. Captivated by the view, you and Alon sit in silence with your jaws dropped, Ophelia smiles at your reactions.

After running around and making Alon change out of his pajamas, the mentors made sure their tributes looked presentable because many people were going to be at the station to catch a glimpse of this year's tributes. They want you to smile, wave and present yourselves as a strong team. Ophelia lines the both of you at the train’s door and as she fusses over Alon’s hair you feel Finnick get close to you.

“Remember the plan Y/n, be radiant and charming and they will love you,” whispers Finnick.

You turn your head surprised that his head was still close to your ear. “Got it,” you whisper back.

His proximity makes you blush and once the train doors slowly open, you roll your eyes at yourself. You couldn’t believe you were blushing over Finnick Odair, it wasn’t the right time or place. The doors fully open and you snap out of your thoughts as you place a protective arm over your brother. You step out and flash the crowd your biggest smile as you wave at the horde of people dressed in the most ridiculous fashion you’ve ever seen. You always thought Ophelia dressed like that for the reapings, but from what you saw, it must be the norm.

As Ophelia leads you out of the station, you notice a group of young men cheering as you get closer. Feeling the need to be captivating, you give them a sweet smile as you wink at them. Thankfully, the message was properly conveyed and you found them screaming your name hoping to get your attention one more time. The car ride is overwhelming as people line the streets and wave when they notice it was a car transporting tributes to the training center.

When you arrive, you get whisked off to different rooms and get bathed and prepped for the tribute parade. The prep team congratulates you for getting reaped and proceeds to harshly scrub you down with a lemon-scented soap and you had never smelled so good in your life. Giving you a robe, the prep team left the room and called in your stylist who was named Daimon. Even though Daimon had green hair, his outfit was relatively simple, wearing a dark gray suit. Looking at you up and down, he simply nods and shakes your hand in greeting.

“I was told by that delicious mentor of yours that you aim to charm the people of Panem. I’ve got the perfect outfit for you and your brother,” says Daimon as he pulls out a garment bag from the clothes rack. After he helps you into the dress, he moves you over to the mirror and you gasp in surprise.

“It's beautiful,” you whisper as you smooth your hand over the scale-like skirt that hugged your figure. “I look like a mermaid.” The bottom half of the dress was this iridescent pattern that mimics fish scales while the top half of your dress was a corset that had shells and jewels sewn on.

As Daimon places a crown made of shells on your head, a thought makes you laugh. “If I’m a mermaid what’s my brother wearing? Don’t tell me he’s shirtless!” you said as you laughed harder.

Daimon smiles, “He’s almost shirtless… his stylist and I wove an intricate net and he is wearing something that resembles a well-clothed merman.” explains your stylist. As Daimon fixes your hair you notice his demeanor change. “I’m sorry about you and your brother. I couldn’t believe it when I watched the reaping, what a horrible coincidence,” whispers Daimon.

“Do you have any siblings?”

He nods. “I’m the youngest and I have three older sisters.”

You smile at the thought of your green-haired stylist being the baby of the family. “You’re the youngest like Alon,” you said softly. “I’m going to do everything I can to make sure my brother is victorious.”

“I was afraid you were going to say something like that,” he says somberly. He quickly inspects your makeup and gives you a final tap under your chin. “I’m going to help in any way that I can. You know clothes make a powerful statement in Panem, especially in the Capitol.”

You thank him for his offer to help and thank him again for the beautiful dress. As Daimon did the finishing touches for the tribute parade, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Now that you were in the Capitol, you felt the gravity of the situation as you dressed to impress sponsors. Your impending doom is terrifying but you know you have to do it for Alon, he deserves better than this.

#finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick x y/n #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair fanfic #hunger games fanfiction

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talkfastcal · 3 months

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hello my little monsters I live for the applause applause applause I live for the applause plause live for the applause plause live for the way that you cheer and scream for me the applause applause THE STARS ARE GAGA FOR GAGA!! Give me that thing that I love I’ll turn the lights out put your hands up make ‘em touch WORLD CUP! Give me that thing I love I’ll turn the lights out put your hands up make ‘em touch (touch) THE CROWD GOES WILD FOR THE SHOOTING STARS! Thank you you all are so wonderful please hold your applause SHHH OHH BOY YOUVE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS YOUVE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS SO SPEECHLESS! AND ILL!! NEVER LOVE AGAIN!! OHH BOY YOUVE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS YOUVE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS SO SPEECHLESS!! You’re a shooting starstruck CANT READ MY CANT READ MY NO HE CANT READ MY POKER FACE! SHES GOT ME LIKE NOBODY gaga in the room YOU KNOW THAT BABY I! IM! YOUR! BIGGEST! FAN! AND ILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME! PAPA 📸 PAPARAZZI BABY THERES NO OTHER SUPERSTAR LIKE SHOOTING! STARS! I’m beautiful in my way cause god makes no mistakes I’m on the right track baby I was born this way don’t hide yourself in regret just love yourself and you’re set I’m on the right track baby I was born this way ooh there ain’t no other way baby I was born this way baby I was born this way (born this way) ooh there ain’t no other way baby I was born this way right track baby I was born this way don’t be a drag just be a queen don’t be a drag just be a queen LETS HAVE SOME FUN WITH THE GOLD AND BLACK THESE SHOOTING STARS ARE GOING BACK TO BACK! HUH!! IM ON THE EDGE! OF GLORY! AND IM HANGING ON A MOMENT OF TRUTH IM ON THE EDGE THE EDGE THE EDGE THE EDGE THE EDGE THE EDGE THE EDGE! IM ON THE EDGE WITH YOU! *WORLD* RAH RAH RAH AHH ROMA ROMAMA *CUP* GAGA OOH LA LA WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE! RAH RAH RAH AHHH ROMA ROMAMA GAGA OOH LA LA alright! Alright! JUST DANCE! gonna be okay da da do just dance spin that record babe da da do just dance STARS!!!!

#I spent so long on this 😔#and they changed it up for worlds anyways (took out paparazzi+bad romance+just dance)#I’m not tagging this enjoy :)#no one cares kristen

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jessnotfoundd · 1 year

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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

Pairing: cc!Georgenotfound x reader

Masterlist here!

When the challenge started, George was really sure that he was going to win the private jet and that he would give it to his mom. You were cheering for him the whole time.

-Do you want water?- when the cameras cut and jimmy started just talking to the other people doing the challenge, I made my way to my boyfriend.

-No, i just really want to leave- he smirks, I kiss his cheek.

-You promise a private jet to your mom, you must stay.- I smirk and he doesn't.

-Yeah, at least you're here with me.- his free hand flies to my waist.

-Yes, but i probably left in a few minutes with Nolan to get you guys all food.- I kiss him and the boys beside him start to make noises of kisses and I pull away a few inches.

-Don't go, let Nolan go alone, I'm cold.- he starts to blurt about how much he wants to leave.

-Take this.- i took his hoodie out so he could use it.- I have another in the car.- he smiles and I tuck his head thru the hoodie.

-Smells like you.- he smiles and i nod, hearing Nolan call my name.

-I gotta go, if your fucking hand isn't in the jet when I'm back, ill kill you.- He smirks and I peck his lips quick to finally go.

A few hours passed and some of the boys gave up, the cameras were off, and George was sitting aside the jet with the boys, I approached them and sat in front of the brunette to laid my head on his chest, my back against him, his free hand flies to hold me, in a half hug. I feel his lips on my cheek. They were talking about some game I didn't know, so my eyes shut down and I fall asleep.

It felt like minutes when i start to hear applause, I sit straight and start to applaud with the rest of the people. Everyone starts laughing and I turn around. The British with a guilty smile.

-I wanted to wake you up nicely- he can't even fight the smile.

I stand up and went behind the cameras, Jimmy wanted to make it a bit more difficult. And a few boys decided to leave.

George was still there and wanted me to get closer, but I was super comfortable in the chairs Nolan bring for us.

A half-hour later, there were George and two other boys. One of them lift his finger for only a singular frame, so he lost. Now it was only my boy and another one.

An hour passed until jimmy got closer, showing George something, I stand up and watch everything. He smirks but a second later, the smirk is gone and the other boy is dancing weirdly, the British takes his finger out of the jet and walks to me.

-I fail.- he hugs me and i reciprocate.

-It's okay babe, it's just a game- I hold his face with my hands and smile.- I bet your mom is super proud of you.- I leave a kiss on his nose and he smiles.

-I wanted to win.- now he's pouting, so I leave a gentle kiss on his lips.

-I know babe, I know.-

#cc: georgenotfound #georgenotfound x y/n #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound #gnf imagine #gnf mcyt #dream team #dteam #mcyt x reader #mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt x you #mcyt george

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humanentertainmentinc · 10 months

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Hello! I’m the host of Trials of Wrath/Human Entertainment Inc.! I’ve decided to finally throw my big, business pants on (size XXXXXXXXXXL on account of me being 13’4” tall!) and write a conclusion for Trials of Wrath; this conclusion will detail thank yous, plans that will remain unfinished, character arcs, and perhaps plans for the future! Without further ado, let us begin, shall we?

My name is Tanith/Brador but for most of my trials hosting, I was called Brador so let’s stick with that name, yes? I was the host of Trials of Wrath and an incredibly proud host at that! Which, unfortunately, ultimately ended up being the downfall of these wondrous trials! Pride is a slippery slope, isn’t it? Unbeknownst to many, or perhaps not, I am a very proud individual. I pride myself on professionalism, kindness, but most importantly professionalism. It is hard for me to accept help, in that regard, since I had the logic that “I’m the host, I should have this covered!” and “this isn’t a job for anyone else, I’m the host! My job is to deliver an experience, not deliver any work!” and I’m sure you can see why that is a bad mindset to have when you’re hosting a roleplay server with over 50 characters (characters, not players, mind you), right?

My pride was my undoing and I encourage anyone who runs trials to always have at least a co-host or a handful of mods! While I understand the inherent distrust that stems from that- thoughts such as “they won’t share my vision!” or “can I really trust them to make the right choice?”- it is important that you have someone to fall back on; because at the end of the day, the most important thing you can do as the host is to ensure the safety and welfare of everyone in your server and ensure that your space is an open and safe one! Got a problem with one mod? No worries! Go to the next one! By having multiple people running the trials, yes it can cause disorganization, but it also ensures that there is always someone available to help the members you’re catering to! Isolation and pride will do you no good, unfortunately.

I learned that the hard way, when people in my trials began to feel as I was not reliable enough to come to me about issues they had with other members! A large portion- or shall I say- 95% of the active players decided to leave. No shame on them, of course! It is always within a player’s right to leave when the fun stops being fun! They are not obligated by any means to stay and I say that for individuals who mod as well! For any place you’re at, in person or online, you’re never forced to stay. You have a choice. Always. You can leave whatever endeavour you wish and start a new one! And isn’t that amazing? I really hold no ill will, despite what my later cold front would have people believing. It isn’t in my heart to feel discontentment or anger towards people who were just trying to improve their own wellbeing. No, I never will hold any grudge on anyone for simply leaving. Of course I am allowed to be upset or stressed by that but I do my best to steer away from anger and go right to the acceptance.

So I accepted people leaving and decided that I might as well leave and conclude this venture too. Not enough activity, too much stress, any of those reasons will do for why I deleted the server I had spent months lovingly working on. I wish to stress that this was not done out of spite or anger or anything of the sort. I was frustrated, yes, but mostly just tired and tired of putting on a brave and professional face while confronted with all these negative circumstances. I can proudly look back on the server though. I ran a damn good show and I am proud of my own writing and my engagement with others. Give a warm applause to me for that, yeah? But most importantly, give yourself a warm applause, okay?

Yes you, you who reads this who was apart of our special place: Trials of Wrath. Give yourself such a warm hug and the most celebratory of applauses. You did fantastic. You were engaging, helpful, welcoming, kind, and so very creative and lovely and I’m so grateful to have known you. You did spectacularly. Don’t sell yourself short. I did my part but it is only because of the participation of the players that Trials of Wrath bloomed as it did. So, sincerely, thank you. I love you to pieces and I’m so proud of you. You worked hard- don’t dare to tell me otherwise. You worked hard on your characters and on interacting with others and on writing and on drawing and on being the best person you could be in the out of character section. You did amazing. Thank you so much for being apart of Trials of Wrath, to all of you.

Now, if you will allow, I want to get into plans that will remain unfinished in regards to Trials of Wrath! Characters that I wasn’t able to conclude on their stories or features that I had yet to implement before the fall. The first character- our beloved Mr. H, the one who got your character into this mess! He’s your classic Habit, of course, inspired by the beloved series EverymanHybrid! Mr. H was inspired by an assortment of figures- most notably Handsome Jack from the Borderlands series though! Snarky, charismatic, with a penchant of making risky deals and putting on bloody, surreal shows! His story was going to conclude in two ways: the “good” ending and the “bad” ending!

From the beginning, I always intended for the story to have multiple endings that would be determined by player actions and choices! Getting clues through exploration of the facility, piecing things together in character, and the relationships they had between the characters and players alike! In the good ending, Mr. H, after a long rein of terror and television would be murdered, assumedly by Employee ??? using the godslayer weapon that I believe was an idea featured in EverymanHybrid! The godslayer would be attained by farming the soul of another god and manifesting it into a weapon. The god in question? None other than the man who sunk into the memory and the one who was featured in the only video I had created for Trials of Wrath! He was a mystery figure introduced briefly that Mr. H, mysteriously, was not able to see and that was because the figure was meant to be of a similar power status and able to ward off the influence of Mr. H because he was the same species.

They would’ve had a long history, I think; Mr. H and mystery figure (or, James, as he would’ve been called) and I figured that James would’ve been stalking and hunting Mr. H since the start of Mr. H’s horrible games. James would be the direct antithesis; while Mr. H would be confident, he would be slovenly and disillusioned and their difference would create a poisonous weapon that would be potent enough to behead the beast that was Mr. H or, surprise surprise, Mr. Habit (original, I know). But James and Mr. H are not our only characters present! There’s plenty more whose stories are featured!

Let’s start with one of the fan favourites; the Transportation Team or the Trio, for short! This team of robotic, perhaps, mercenaries who I originally imagined as creepy bastards who literally shove your character in a van to take them to the facility! But then I imagined, how would they appear stronger? What’s their stories? So what’s stronger than a man? Something inhuman, of course! What intimidates the average human? Guns, glorious guns! So I decided to base them off of cybernetic military, taking particular inspiration from games like Call of Duty! But the team was more than that, lots more than that. They were human once. One and Three, unaptly named, were once lovers and were featured in the 1960s or 1970s rendition of Trials of Wrath and took a shine to Two, who was a bit of an outcast at the time. One and Three were both strong but stronger together. Their weakness? Each other.

Contrary to fan theories, it was not One who won their rendition of the trials. It was Three who won and the trauma that winning left behind was too much for the man to muster. He had all the money in the world but all of his friends- his lovers- were dead. So, he begged for their lives. Mr. H granted Three the lives of his two companions. In exchange? The prize and their humanity. Three easily complied. They were reformed anew, as robots with fading memories that glitched out of their new fleshy, metallic skulls. One remembered, certainly. Maybe even more than his compatriots. He remembered being alive. Being in love. Being in death. And he was angry. During a lesson, it was revealed that One still held sentience and that this sentience was driven by newfound spite. He electrocuted his once lover, laughing again and again, just because he could. Killing Two, knowing Two would be rebuilt again, just because he could. Being less than a man, just because he could.

In the good ending, these characters would receive closure for their hurt. One, Two, and Three would start on a path of forgiveness. Being free meant they were no longer bound to feel particular emotions and instead could feel a wide array. They could feel sadness. They could feel love. They could feel forgiven. I imagined their story concluding with them ripping the red goggles off and seeing each other for the first time in forever and crying, out of relief. They’d probably get a cabin somewhere out in the Boonies and kiss til their still robotic brains got fried. They wouldn’t be human, never again would they be, but they could feel human, at least.

Cute, right? Well, not all the characters were quite meant for happiness forever. Trigger/Content warning for s//cide for this next story. Employee ??? is a headstrong character who was initially introduced because I like having a character who has history that’s older than the current generations! He’s an old man, yes, but not to be taken lightly. Toned as hell with military background and supernatural experience, he spent his entire life after winning his trials forming himself into a killing machine that would end Mr. H. Once and for all. If he didn’t succeed, he would at least die trying. For glory, for all who died, for all the guilt he had for being the last one alive. Employee ???, in the good ending, would wield the godslayer and kill Mr. H or hold Mr. H in a grip tight enough for another player to deliver the killing blow, nearly dying in the fight in the process. Once the fight is over, however, what’s left for him? There are no spoils of victory. No celebrations for him. He has no one to go home to and his one life goal has just been killed. He would be purposeless and directionless. Inspired much like the conclusion of Alfred’s questline from Bloodborne, he would go back to the place it all started and end up dying. No one would find him. No one would look for him. He was an enigma and a selfless, stubborn old bastard. Characters would assume he died of old age or died fist fighting someone in a bar. No one would know. He would like it that way, I imagine.

That one is heavy but I like mixing heavy stories with the lighter ones. Speaking of lighter ones, let’s move onto two of the new characters who didn’t get much limelight, shall we? The Doctor and the Scrap! The Doctor was the human caretaker on the facility and the stingy medic. They took strict care of any humans featured but took gentler care of its companion, the big bitch of Scrap Metal. I’ve coined the name Scum, for it! Scum used to be human and its story will remain vastly unexplored but Scum did not mind its existence of man mixed with metal. Neither did Doctor. Doctor and Scum were basically best friends and Scum protected Doctor like a bloodthirsty hound when necessary and its up to you all if something fruitier was amidst with them. They worked as an unconventional pair and I imagine would be loyal enough to Mr. H to simply die at the player’s hands or at James’ or Anita’s hands. All they could ever remember was Mr. H and each other. No one else was important enough so they’ll die with Mr. H and the facility too, the only home they’ve ever known, really.

Speaking of Anita, she was apart of a retro trials! By retro, I mean practically archaic. She was from a 1800s or, 1600s (I can’t quite recall which), rendition of the trials where the trials were a witchcraft scourge upon a small village and life was simple and horrible for her. Her saving grace from poverty was winning her trials and she was indebted to Mr. H and decided to stay with him, transformed into a motley beast with a helmet she could not see out of. Not in the conventional sense, at least. She was from a small fishing town and no one noticed her disappearance but she noticed the disappearance of herself from the fishing town. As the years stretched by, an utter agony of silence, she began to yearn for freedom once more. For family. For friends. For a child to call her own. She became nearly motherly to everything. The vines growing on her chair, the bugs crawling along the floor, and the rats scurrying away from her terrifying figure. She wanted to protect them. In any way she could. Her powers were mind manipulation and forms of telepathy, in my head! Strong enough for her own mind to simply cause another head to burst from the mental force she had. Her screams like a banshee and her tears so striking that your own heart would grow heavier just from seeing them trail down her neck. Her story would conclude with her freedom and her being human again and learning about this wonderful, scary modern world and finding home with someone. Maybe fostering children or running an orphanage. Maybe becoming a medic. To ease those dying souls into a death she would never have. For some effects of Mr. H could not be overcome with his death and his immortality was a curse that would seep into a select few.

I believe those are all the formally introduced characters but there was a pair I did not get to introduce! The janitor(s), the conjoined twins! One hot-tempered while the other was exceedingly cold, all while sharing one body. Their job was to clean up and they would accidentally be introduced if the players did enough exploration! In one of the lessons, one of their conversations is briefly gleamed at, actually! They argue with each other before coming to a peaceful, hopeless conclusion. If the good ending is achieved, I imagine they would go into hiding in the real world, maybe one day finding someone who could look past both their attitudes and what they interpret as their own horror.

Now.. for the bad ending! This ending is simple enough; everyone dies! The players, the characters disloyal to Mr. H! Ripped apart sadistically by the monster who fed on the discord and negativity that the players so easily gave to him. Mr. H would accumulate enough power to snuff any rebellion or perhaps there would be no rebellion in the first place and the trials would take their natural course and leave a miserable victor to indulge in the grand prize! Employee ??? would be murdered in front of everyone trying to futilely kill Mr. H with a faux godslayer and would be humiliated and demolished as a lesson to all. Sadness ensues. I’m a bit at the end of my creative rope but you get the gist of it, don’t you? That’s the bad ending! If you have any questions or headcanons, please send them to this account and I’ll be sure to respond! The asks are always open and I’m happy to illuminate on the characters and stories more, even if they are concluded!

So, what now? What’s the future look like for Brador? Well.. for now, it looks like nothing! I got a part-time job, got video games to play, and got a whole lotta nothing to do! I’m taking it easy but.. I’m always considering other ideas, if I’m honest. A medieval server crossed my mind, with ye olden speech and a hub for OC creation that’s based around medieval or more archaic themes. I also considered another roleplay server, this one centred around Dead By Daylight’s interpretation of the Ghostface! A synopsis: “an old forum wasn’t uncommon to stubble upon in the age of the new internet. Forums and blogs were commonplace nowadays, even with niche topics like murderers and stalkings. Hell, this messed up new place known as the internet even had chatrooms discussing this kind of grimy shit. But [you] never expected something like this. [You] Invited to a chatroom with a bunch of strangers. The only similarity between all of you? You’re all being stalked by the same freak in that shitty halloween mask.”

Sounds fun, right? Well, maybe one day I’ll get around to it! But for now, nothing is happening for me except finally delivering this formal conclusion to Trials of Wrath! Thank you all for being apart of this with me and I’m so glad to have hosted for all you amazing people! To any spectators who’re curiously looking at this post.. hello! I hope you have an amazing day! I will be posting an artwork compilation of my own work I did later on! Again, if you have any questions, comments, or want to learn more, don’t hesitate to reach out!

Peace and love! Goodbye Trials of Wrath!

#7 trials of habit #emh #everymanhybrid #seven trials of habit #trials #trials of habit #trials of wrath

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O BROTHER, WHERE ART THOU? (2000) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Wait a minute. Who elected you leader of this outfit? ❜

❛ Well, that right there may be why you’ve had difficulty finding gainful employment. ❜

❛ You will find a fortune - though it will not be the fortune you seek. ❜

❛ First you must travel a long and difficult road, a road fraught with peril. ❜

❛ Daddy told me I’m to shoot whoever’s from the bank. ❜

❛ Damn! We’re in a tight spot! ❜

❛ Your situation is pretty nigh hopeless. ❜

❛ You miserable, horse-eatin’ son of a- ❜

❛ Ain’t you ever heard of negotiatin’? Bet we could talk this thing out. ❜

❛ Take cover, boys! That ain’t popcorn! ❜

❛ I’m gonna R-U-N-N-O-F-T! ❜

❛ Well, ain’t this place a geographical oddity. Two weeks from everywhere. ❜

❛ We got but four days to get to that treasure. After that, it’ll be at the bottom of a lake. ❜

❛ It’s a fool who looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart. ❜

❛ The preacher said all my sins is washed away…including that Piggly Wiggly I knocked over in Yazoo. ❜

❛ You two are just dumber than a bag of hammers. ❜

❛ Well, I had to be at that there crossroads last midnight. Sell my soul to the devil. ❜

❛ Oh, son…for that you traded your everlasting soul? ❜

❛ We ain’t one-at-a-timin’ here. We’re mass communicatin’! ❜

❛ What are you gonna do with your share of the treasure? ❜

❛ You ain’t no kind of man if you ain’t got land. ❜

❛ We ain’t got the time and nary the inclination to chat with you any further. ❜

❛ Damn. We got to skedaddle. ❜

❛ The personal rancor reflected in that remark I don’t intend to dignify with comment. ❜

❛ But I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism. ❜

❛ Friend, some of your folding money has come unstowed. ❜

❛ You flatfooted, lame-brained, soft-ass sons of bitches! ❜

❛ Okay, folks. Hold the applause and drop your drawers. ❜

❛ Pardon me, [name]…you got a plan for gettin’ out of here? ❜

❛ They ain’t never seen ordnance like this! ❜

❛ They say that with the thrill-seeking personality…what goes up must come down. On top of the world one minute, haunted by meekness the next. ❜

❛ We ain’t got time for hide-and-seek! ❜

❛ Now, we ain’t got time for your shenanigans! ❜

❛ They loved him up and turned him into a…horny toad. ❜

❛ You can’t display a toad in a fine restaurant like this. ❜

❛ You’re gonna have to excuse my rusticated friend, unaccustomed as he is to city manners. ❜

❛ I detect, like me, you’re endowed with the gift of gab. ❜

❛ That’s right, the Word of God. Which, let me tell you, there is damn good money in during these times of woe and want. ❜

❛ I’m just making a point, you stupid son of a bitch. ❜

❛ I generally refrain from speech during gustation. There are those who attempt both at the same time. I find it coarse and vulgar. ❜

❛ You don’t say much, friend, but when you do it’s to the point and I salute you for it. ❜

❛ Why, I like to think I’m a pretty astute observer of the human scene, too. ❜

❛ Your screams ain’t gonna save your flesh, only your tongue is. ❜

❛ As soon as we get ourselves cleaned up and we get a little smellum in our hair, why, we’re gonna feel 100% better about ourselves and about life in general. ❜

❛ What are you talking about? I wasn’t hit by any train. ❜

❛ Mama says you was hit by a train. Blooey! Nothin’ left. Just a grease spot on the L & N. ❜

❛ I am the damn paterfamilias! ❜

❛ But you ain’t bona fide. ❜

❛ Lots of respectable people been hit by trains. ❜

❛ What was I supposed to tell ‘em…that you were sent to the penal farm and I divorced you from shame? ❜

❛ Why, you lying unconstant succubus. ❜

❛ You can’t swear at my fiancee! ❜

❛ Well, you can’t marry my wife! ❜

❛ Remember that one simple precept and your time with me will not have been ill-spent. ❜

❛ A woman is the most fiendish instrument of torture ever devised to bedevil the days of man. ❜

❛ Do not seek the treasure. ❜

❛ It’s a bushwhack. They’re fixin’ an ambush. ❜

❛ We thought you was a toad. ❜

❛ Quit yer babblin’. We gotta skedaddle. ❜

❛ And we was beat up by a bible salesman and banished from Woolworths. ❜

❛ I’m awful sorry I betrayed you, fellas. ❜

❛ You boys are true friends! Ohh! You’re my boon companions. ❜

❛ I don’t want you to beat yourself up about this, eh? ❜

❛ The fact of the matter is…damn it. There ain’t no treasure. Fact of the matter is there never was. ❜

❛ You! You ruined my life! ❜

❛ Sweet Jesus, we got to save him. ❜

❛ That’s mighty kind of you but I don’t think nothing’s going to save me now. The devil’s come to collect his due. ❜

❛ It’s an invitation-only affair. We’ll have to sneak in through the service entrance. ❜

❛ Since we’ve been following your lead, we got nothing but trouble. ❜

❛ I know that I made some tactical mistakes but if you just stick with me…I got a plan. Believe me. ❜

❛ I’m goddamn bona fide. ❜

❛ I want to be what you want me to be, honey. ❜

❛ Ain’t you ever heard of amor fidelis? ❜

❛ Yeah, well. There ain’t no accounting for taste. ❜

❛ Son, you’re going to go far. ❜

❛ I’ve spoken my piece and counted to 3. ❜

❛ End of the road. It’s had its twists and turns. Now it deposits you here. ❜

❛ You have eluded fate and you have eluded me for the last time. ❜

❛ The law is a human institution. ❜

❛ Perhaps you should start making your prayers. ❜

❛ Well, it never fails. Once again, you two hayseeds are showin’ how much you want for intellect. ❜

❛ There’s a perfectly scientific explanation for what just happened. ❜

❛ Don’t mind telling you I’m awful pleased my adventuring days have come to an end. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #rp prompt #ask meme #inbox meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #rp memes #*Movie

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multi-lefaiye · 2 years

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POLYCULE POLYCULE POLYCULE

I know I can ask for in person/over call but consider

I'm feral for this

SUPERNATURAL POLYCULE [the crowd goes wild with applause]

okay also tagging @nicola-writes and @wherearetheplants b/c you two showed interest as well hi <3

so this is kind of in progress rn because i am still deciding on whether or not to add a couple more members to the polycule, but for now this is what we got! going under the cut <3

for context, these are some major characters in my currently unnamed supernatural mystery wip <3 (also cw for a mention of ableism with one character)

[Image Description: A picrew of my OC Henry Blackwell, a man with pale skin, dark curly hair, and a short dark beard. He has a nose ring, pierced ears, a pair of square-rimmed glasses, and uses a hearing aid. Henry is wearing a blue patterned button-up, a dark jacket with a fur-lined collar, and a black choker. He has a smirk on his face and is holding up one hand with a cigarette between two fingers. Behind him are the bisexual and polyamorous flags, with a white circle around his head. End ID.]

HENRY BLACKWELL - HE/HIM

Henry is the only completely normal human in the polycule! He's a private investigator who specializes in finding missing people, and he's a cocky shithead and I love him so much. He comes from a very wealthy family, but his family has all but disowned him for failing to live up to the successful standards of his siblings. Oh, and also for being an openly queer, mentally ill, disabled man. His parents suck, if that isn't obvious. Like, to be clear, he is still in contact with his family, but his parents have made it very clear that they're constantly on the verge of cutting him off financially.

In terms of that, Henry is hard of hearing, and he has ADHD and BPD! With the money he comes from, he has had access to accommodations and aids that a lot of other people may not, and that is something he's very aware of. Henry is kind of the epitome of the Class Traitor™ vibe, but his background still comes into play in his lack of experience with a lot of real-world matters.

The story centers primarily around Henry as the protagonist, and like. When I say he's a cocky shithead, I mean that affectionately. He genuinely does want to help people, he also just thinks he's hot shit.

I also have a lot of thoughts about Henry's siblings because they're very important to the story as well, but I'm just gonna focus on the polycule here.

[Image Description: A picrew of my OC Eden Lomidze, an AU of my D&D character Eden Linnaeus. This version of Eden is a young man with tan, freckled skin, a scar on one cheek, and thick, wavy blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. He has gold stud earrings and a serious, disappointed expression on his face. Eden wears a black baseball cap, a yellow patterned button-up, and a dark jacket. Behind him are the mlm and trans flags, with a white circle around his head. End ID.]

EDEN LOMIDZE - HE/HIM

As it says on the tin, this is a human AU of my D&D character Eden Linnaeus! At least, that's what he's starting as. Yes I can have multiple characters named Eden. I just think that's a good name <3 And D&D Eden is one of my favorite OCs that I have rn so <3

Anyway, this Eden is, for the most part, a normal human, but his experimentation with magic and the supernatural has slowly been corrupting him into something a little less human. He also might be a little bit possessed, but no one's too worried about that just yet. Though he's a pHD student studying for a degree in biochemistry, he has a day job as a full-time clerk for a local corner store. He's incredibly tired, and he's basically the store manager without the actual title or pay.

Eden has fibromyalgia and is autistic, and he may also have NPD but that is something I'd like to do more research into before saying definitively. He uses a pair of forearm crutches as mobility aids much of the time!

[Image Description: A picrew of my OC Pierce (?), a woman with brown skin and a partially shaved head. She has long, pink hair that hangs loosely around her shoulders and a large grin on her face, showing her sharp fangs. She wears a black collared shirt, a pink vest, red tie, and dusty brown jacket, as well as a pair of pink heart-shaped sunglasses. She has one hand held up in a peace sign. Behind her are the pansexual and polyamorous flags, with a white circle around her head. End ID.]

PIERCE/ANGEL/PAX/ABEL/LENORE/??? - SHE/IT/THEY

Here she is, the werewolf of many names!!! So I'm gonna just call her Pierce here, but part of the joke with her as a character is that she kinda hoards names. Which, like, good for you, queen. It's unclear what her actual name is and she's glad to continue making that unclear. She isn't going to tell anyone. She also likes to jokingly call herself a furry, as a cute little reference to the werewolf thing.

I'm still working out how lycanthropy works in this particular universe, but just know that, for the most part, Pierce has a generally good handle on its lycanthropy and doesn't view the whole thing as a curse or a problem. Its lycanthropy is an intrinsic part of who it is, and that's what matters at the end of the day, even if sometimes that makes things harder for it.

Pierce and Eden are pretty good friends, though she's a bit older than him and significantly more chaotic. When she first meets Henry, she doesn't like him, but she very quickly comes to respect him. In terms of who Pierce is, well, that's for her to know and you to find out :3c

#talk to the bunnykitty #mine beloved darling cal #augh i need a new tag for this #ok i'm just gonna #the supernatural polycule #there we go that works for now

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May 23rd; Natural Disaster

maybe i am posting this on the 25th of may but if i can be delusional then so can you.

today was good, i think - if a bit of a disaster. a couple significant things happened. i wrote my natural science exam, i think i have a crush on a friend, went for a swim, and have a very specific tiktok that i can’t stop watching. let’s get into it - in way too much detail. buckle up folks.

i was quite proud of myself today as i woke up much much earlier than usual. that says a lot because i already get up at the ass crack of dawn. so, i await my round of applause. obviously all i was thinking about was my ns exam (and coffee), which i quite wisely only began learning for this morning. in my mind, the knowledge is so ripe i can’t possibly forget it. any thoughts on this method? i had about two hundred and fifty flash cards to go through, and i only got distracted a couple times, so i managed to get through about a third before i was forced to arrive to school, conspicuously coffee-less.

the line was wayyy too long so i settled on waiting for break time and instead crashed through my flashcards (i got about 3 quarters through, almost done). break time arrived, and i was saved, i ran to get my coffee. i took a sip, and i almost cried. it was divine intervention i tell you. so, now i’ve got a fresh burst of motivation, i finished my flashcards and just revised, revised, revised. then the exam.

okay, so it was not THAT bad, but even now i can’t shake the feeling that it was BAD. everything went so smoothly until the end, where i was blind sided by two ten mark questions about naming of formulas. it’s pure evil. i had no clue, so went with what felt right, as you do on an exam based on logic.

with the exam finished, i went home. as i lay dying on my bed, i saw an apparition, a saint, my mother, holding a cupcake. i love her to pieces, if not for that cupcake, who knows what my soul would have gone through? so, i put on a good podcast (i’m currently looooving today explained and the rest is history (listening to the byron series rn)), did my daily puzzmo crossword and got out my doctor who puzzle. that puzzle is genuinely haunting me because i can’t find all the edge pieces, ill update when i figure it out.

the day goes by, i went for a swim and was almost back to my personal best from last year, even though i was getting destroyed by eleven year olds. oh, i have to talk about my crush. so, i have this friend, i’m largely certain she’s straight - it makes sense. but but but butt. i have a HUNCH that she’s gay, whenever i see her my gaydar goes into turbodrive. anyways she is super cool, and i might like her just a little little bit. who knows? i certainly don’t.

okay last thing because this post is way too long, that one tiktok. look, i hate tiktok. it’s like a drug and i have no self control so it’s literally my kryptonite. if i didn’t have shit to do i would happily let my brain rot there forever. unfortunately for all of us i have a life, so i make sure that i do not have that app. seeing as it is a drug though, every now and again, i relapse. i download the app for ten or so odd minutes, or maybe a few hours, before deleting it. i’m only so strong. it was in one of those relapses the other day, where i came across this edit of this random guy talking about becoming. it’s so perfect bcs it sounds so dodge, but it’s actually really meaningful. what more could a girl want. it goes:

“practice any art. music. singing. dancing. acting. drawing. painting. sculpture. poetry. fiction. essays. reportage. no matter how well or badly. not to get money and fame. but to experience becoming. to find out what’s inside you. to make your soul grow.” - jon vonnegut

this really resonates with me. i, as a delusional fifteen year old, feel like i’m in a coming of age movie every day. i really want to find out who i am. so hearing those words kicks up my delusion by about several notches. honestly, it’s genuinely inspiring, and it actually inspired me to start this.

ill leave today on that note because i’m too lazy to write anymore.

love you, stay gay, bye.

p.s. the edit was made by elev8.creates, and it really makes the quote feel important. i go back and watch it every now and again

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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♡ — pairing: eren x reader

♡ — tags/warnings: mentions of cheating and alcohol. side aruani and yumihisu. honestly just a feel-good fic, with humour and fluff <3

♡ — a/n: honestly, this is the most “romantic comedy” fic i’ve ever written and i love it <3 shout out to @ofoceansandtombstones that beta read this one mwah thank u

♡ — masterlist

There was an ill taste in your mouth that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many drinks you had. And you already had more than a few. From your spot on the table, you could see your friends dancing and having the time of their lives. You really wished you could join them. Nevertheless, you had wasted all your energy forcing a smile and clapping along during the ceremony. Once you had arrived at the hotel reception with the rest of the guests, you had slid a bill to a kind waitress and told her to keep the drinks coming.

Ymir and Historia were dancing in front of you. Stoic, sour-faced Ymir couldn’t help but smile as her sweet girlfriend twirled and giggled, her cheeks red and eyes just the tiniest bit unfocused. Next to them, Sasha, Jean and Connie were owning the dance floor, moving in sync to the happy music. A grin formed on your face as you saw Connie lifting Sasha up and her almost falling to the floor. Jean was holding his stomach as he laughed loudly.

On a nearby table, Mikasa looked over at them, a small smile on his lips. She was sitting next to her girlfriend, who was holding her hand as they watched their friends dance. You saw her girlfriend leaning over to her and whispering something in her ear, to which she chuckled. It was so strange -and so beautiful- to see Mikasa laugh that it took you aback. And apparently, also the girl she was with, because her lips slightly parted as she watched her in awe.

“How’s the party animal doing?”

You looked up and saw Eren staring down at you with a funny expression. He was wearing black dress pants and a white shirt. The first two buttons were undone, and he was carrying his suit jacket over his shoulder and a beer on his other hand.

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for everyone,” you replied with a shrug. Eren scoffed and took the seat next to you on the empty table, leaving his jacket on the nearest chair.

“I mean, I know attending your ex’s wedding isn’t bound to be a good time, but you’d think you would try to put on a happy face.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hey, at least I’m here.”

“After Mikasa tried her best to convince you during a whole week,” he said. You turned your head to Eren, eyes wide open. “What? Of course she told me.”

“That little… That’s it, I’m going to tell her girlfriend about that one time Mikasa got drunk with us,” you muttered angrily, standing up. Eren was quicker and pulled you back to your seat.

“You and Armin broke up a year ago. Why are you so upset he’s moving on?”

Before you could answer, the music stopped and the dance floor erupted in applause. Eren and you watched as Armin and Annie walked in between their guests, greeting everyone as they made their way to the bride and groom table, covered with a pearl cloth and decorated with the finest flowers. Every detail screamed elegance and you knew Armin had been the one to decide most of it. It had his taste written in every napkin and strategically placed flower.

Armin’s smile was almost too big for his face and if you had to guess, those small red marks on the external corner of his eyes meant he had been crying just a few minutes ago. You rolled your eyes. So sentimental. On the other hand, Annie’s smile was far less noticeable, but for someone who always repressed her public displays of emotions as much, that little smile must have felt heavenly to her new husband.

Husband. You took a big gulp of your drink.

“I’m telling you this because I care for you,” Eren said, redirecting your attention to him. “You’re looking like a petty ex.”

“Rather be petty than a cheater,” you shrugged, finishing your drink. You gestured to the waitress and she immediately walked to you, handing you a full glass. Thanking her, you wasted no time in taking a sip.

Eren’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Armin never told you why we broke up, right?”

Eren scooted his chair closer to you and you bit back a laugh.

“He said you just weren’t good together,” he said, trying to remember his friend’s words. “And you said something similar when I asked you back then. Where does this ‘cheating’ thing come from?”

You let out a long sigh. “Maybe it wasn’t cheating. Not by definition, at least. But when your boyfriend starts dating someone else a week after you broke up a two-year-long relationship and he gets engaged four months later… you draw your own conclusions,” you explained, taking another sip of your drink and making a grimace. “Fuck, this one’s strong.”

After not getting a response from Eren for a long moment, you finally turned to look for his emerald eyes. You could almost see the numbers flying around his mind, trying to make sense of everything you had just told him. It was endearing.

“Wait, no-- wait,” Eren gestured at you with his hand. He stopped himself again and took a sip of his beer. “The first time Armin told me about Annie was in February. I remember it clearly. We were shopping for Mikasa’s birthday gift and then he went to pick something for Annie. And you guys broke up around Halloween, that’s the time I found you crying-- in Jean's backyard during our costume party.”

“We had a big fight at that party. We hadn’t broken up,” you clarified with a smirk. “He broke up with me after Mikasa’s birthday party. The same party he convinced me not to attend.”

Eren’s face dropped once all the pieces clicked together. He turned his body to look at the bride and groom table, where Armin and Annie were taking a sip of their champagne glasses and talking to each other enthusiastically, while the rest of their guests kept dancing.

“That son of a bitch,” he breathed out. You burst out laughing at his reaction. “No, I mean it! I really thought you had broken up during that Halloween party! You didn’t upload any more photos together, I don’t even remember even seeing you together--”

“I told you, we were fighting and… not in the mood for photos or public dates. Most of those months were spent at his apartment, fighting over really, really stupid things or just not texting each other for days,” you explained. “Honestly, when he broke up with me he made the decision I was too afraid to take. He was right, we weren’t good for each other anymore. But... fuck,” you chuckled icily. “I wish he would have broken up with me before getting with Annie.”

Eren listened in silence, his eyes still on his friend. You gave him time as you kept drinking, your gaze drifting to your friends again. You really wished you could have the energy to join them and forget Armin and Annie. It was true you didn’t love him anymore, yet seeing them together only made you remember how you had been fooled by someone you thought loved you the most.

You had had many dates ever since, but no one ever stuck. It was fun, getting someone’s attention for a couple of weeks, but then you couldn’t help but ghost them, putting up shitty excuses like wanting to focus on yourself and not having enough time to spare with them. You had lost so many amazing opportunities with both boys and girls that a couple of months ago you had decided to stop dating at all. It was lonely for sure, but at least you didn’t find yourself feeling guilty for not being able to open yourself up emotionally for someone else.

“Want to get back at him?”

You turned to Eren so fast you almost hurt your neck.

“What?”

“I have an idea. Just play along,” he explained, standing up.

“Eren, hey, what are you--”

“Everybody! If you could give me a minute please!”

You watched horrified as your friends started turning to you and Eren, confused at the commotion. Eren kept waving his hand, gathering more and more people’s attention, Armin and Annie included. He even gestured to the DJ to lower the music and she complied. In a few seconds, all the guests of the party were looking at you, who was still sitting down with a confused expression, a drink in your hand. Once he deemed enough people were looking at him, you saw him fumbling with his hands nervously.

“Eren,” you called for him again in a whisper, but all he did was take the drink you had in your hands and put it on the table.

“Sorry for interrupting, I know a lot of you were having a lot of fun dancing. But all I’m asking is one minute of your time. I hope that’s okay with you guys,” he grinned back to the bride and groom table, where they were as confused as all the guests around. “I have something really important to say.”

“Eren, no, you can’t tell them about--”

“No, no, give me a moment,” he hushed you again. The DJ walked to both of you and handed an inalambric microphone to Eren.

You didn’t like how devilish his smile turned.

“Great, thanks, this is much better,” he told the DJ, who just kindly smiled at him. “Anyway, I don’t want to take much of the bride and groom’s time, so I’ll try to be concise. The thing is…” he said, turning to face you. “I love you.”

Your mouth flew open as you heard multiple gasps coming from the guests. Yet, you couldn’t bother with looking anywhere but Eren’s eyes. What was he doing? Since when did he have feelings for you? If he wanted to say something, he could have easily said something a few minutes ago, when--

Just play along.

Oh.

Your questioning glare turned into a big smile and you noticed Eren softly nodding at you.

“You already know how much I love you. Honestly, I never get tired of telling you so. And hiding our love from our friends has probably been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Sorry about that, Mikasa,” he said, gesturing to the woman.

You could imagine your friend’s dumbfounded face, but you knew better than to turn and check for yourself. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your laughter.

“So I’m here in front of all our friends and some other guests I don’t know to ask a simple question.”

In a swift movement, Eren got down on one knee. Your hand flew to cover your mouth, trying your best to hide any trace of laughing on your face. The flash of the cameras startled you for a moment, but that only meant Eren’s plan was working. The excited murmurs and squeals only fueled Eren, as he pulled up a ring and showed it to you. You immediately recognized it as one of the rings he had been wearing a few moments ago.

“Would you marry me?”

A huge, honest grin made its way to your face and you nodded quickly. You grabbed the microphone Eren was holding and spoke right into it.

“Yes, I’ll marry you!”

You hadn’t listened to a crowd erupting in applause and cheers as loud as the guests at Armin’s wedding when Eren slid his ring on your finger. Once again, the flash of the cameras were right into the both of you as you leaped into his arms. He stood up while holding your body close to him, even giving you a small spin and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

When he finally put you down, the music resumed and all your friends began running to the both of you.

“You’re fucking crazy,” you whispered to Eren, holding his face between your hands. He laughed.

“Kinda ruined the reception, huh?”

“When the fuck did this happen?” Jean inquired as soon as he reached you.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” Sasha whined, with a small pout. “But congratulations!” she quickly followed, hugging you tightly. As you hugged her back, you felt someone taking the hand that was now wearing Eren’s ring.

“This is one of your rings,” she noted, shooting Eren a dirty glance. He lifted his hands in surrender.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this! But I will get her a prettier one soon,” he said, winking at you. You laughed and shook your head.

“Nah, I like this one,” you replied. You shared a knowing grin and soon it was Connie’s turn to hug you.

While you were hugging your friend back, you saw in the corner of your eye Armin getting up from the table and starting to walk to both of you. Your smile immediately vanished from your face and once Eren caught it and followed your eye trail, he understood the reason why. You heard him mutter a curse before he pulled you from Connie’s embrace.

“Well, we’d love to stay, but my fiancée and I want some time alone.”

“C’mon, you haven’t told us yet how you got together!” Sasha complained.

“Next time, we promise,” you hurriedly assured her.

Eren picked his suit jacket from the table and before Armin could reach your group, you quickly walked away, exiting the hotel. Eren whistled to a taxi and you jumped inside, telling the man behind the wheel to drive. Loud laughter filled the vehicle as soon as it began moving.

“How-- how did you even have this idea?” you asked him, holding your stomach as you laughed. “Dude, Armin looked so upset, we totally stole his thunder.”

“That was the plan,” Eren shrugged, a winning smirk on his lips. “Knowing the gang, everybody’s going to be talking about us and the engagement for the rest of the party.”

“Remind me to never have you as an enemy,” you chuckled, leaning back on the car seat. Letting out a long sigh, you took off Eren’s ring and handed it to him.

He shook his head. “Nah, keep it. As a souvenir of today,” he winked.

“Thank you,” you smiled. You put the ring on your thumb this time, since it was too big for your ring finger anyway. “You didn’t have to do this at all, and yet--”

“It’s okay,” he assured you.

“No, really. It’s just-- I’ve been having a tough time since the breakup,” you admitted. “To have you doing this for me means a lot. Makes me feel someone really cares for me. I never said anything to anyone back then because Annie is also a part of the group and I thought…”

Eren leaned his head towards you.

“You thought…?”

“I thought you would pick her too. It’s stupid, I know,” you shrugged, turning your head to Eren. “But Armin had just broken up with me and a week later he was already in public with Annie. Back then, I thought everyone knew we had just broken up and if no one had said anything was because they didn’t care. So I just… stopped hanging out with all of you as much as I did before.”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” he muttered.

“You did?”

Eren nodded. “That’s why I asked Mikasa to pressure you into coming to the wedding. I hadn’t seen you in a while.”

“You could have just asked me to hang out, you know,” you teased him. Eren chuckled, pushing some of his loose hairs behind his ear.

“I think we know by now I don’t take the conventional route.”

“Yeah, all of the guests know that too,” you quipped, making both of you laugh.

This time, when the laughter came to an end, you realized how close your faces were. Your noses were almost brushing as you both were lying your heads on the back of the car seat. You looked into Eren’s emerald eyes and noticed he wasn’t looking away from yours either. Was it the alcohol that made his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink? If it was, then you could say the warmth crawling up your face was its fault too. It had to be the alcohol, or else, you would have to also ponder about the reason your heart was beating out of your chest at having your friend so close to you. He was handsome, he had always been and you knew this. But why were you losing all your composure just now?

A brief look at Eren's lips gave your thoughts away and, in less than two seconds, he was pressing his lips against yours.

For a spur-of-the-moment kiss, as you thought this one was, it was rather soft. Eren kissed you as if he thought you were the most expensive and fragile thing he had ever seen. But of course, this was just a product of the adrenaline and the fact that -as far as you knew- he hadn’t been dating anyone as well, right?

Your small theory crashed and burnt when you felt his hand softly cradling the side of your face. No. This wasn’t an adrenaline kiss, neither one that you gave without a thought. Maybe it had been unprompted and maybe you hadn’t seen it coming, but it sure as hell seemed he did. Eren’s lips gilded against your with ease, revealing a soft tenderness you didn’t know he possessed. You kissed him back, matching his rhythm as you softly pressed your hand against his chest.

Eren pulled away from you softly, and if his longing eyes were any indicator, a bit reluctantly.

“Hi,” he breathed out, making you grin widely.

“Hi,” you replied. You gently caressed his cheek with the knuckles of the hand that was previously resting on his chest. Eren took it and kissed your palm, making your heart flutter.

“Sorry to interrupt kids, but where are we heading?”

The voice of the taxi driver startled you, making you pull away from Eren. He chuckled at your reaction and then looked back at the man.

“Take us to that pizza place near the central park. Gotta have a celebratory dinner with my fiancée,” he said cheekily, taking your hand into his. You squeezed his hand back, his ring digging a little on your skin.

“So young and engaged already? Congrats!” the driver said, turning left and heading towards the direction Eren had given him.

“Thank you!” you smiled brightly at Eren while he took your joint hands to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

A part of you knew you weren’t taking that ring off anytime soon.

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Not A Team: Part 2- New World Order

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The Reader gives a speech at the opening of Steve’s exhibit and has a talk with Sam following his speech.

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER, talks of death, talks of mental illness, feelings of isolation

Read Part One here

Listen to the playlist inspired by the series here

Y/N felt like coming here today was a mistake.

Her stomach tossed and turned like a stormy sea, threatening to send her breakfast all over Rhodey's shiny shoes. She was second guessing everything. Was her dress nice enough? Rhodey had told her she looked great, but she hadn't worn a dress since Steve's funeral-Oh God, what if he was lying to her? No, he wouldn't lie to her-but what if he felt bad? Jesus, dd her shoes look stupid? Maybe she shouldn't have worn heels-but then she always wore heels with dresses and if she wore flats that would look childish. Did her speech sound coherent? Fuck, what if she messes up. Would they think she was doing it on purpose out of retribution for what Steve did? No, they didn't know what Steve did, what he had done to her. What if-

"Hey, hey. What's wrong? You look like you're going to blow chunks." Rhodey cuts through her thoughts like a hot knife through butter. He puts his hand on her back, "Breathe, Y/N."

"Maybe this a bad idea, Rhodey. I mean they have Sam. I think Sam can handle this." She stumbles over her words, trying to calm herself down. Her heart was racing a hundred miles a minute and she swore her hands were shaking,

"You're going to be okay, but you need to relax. I've read and reread your speech a dozen times. It's perfect." Rhodey tries to soothe her, his hand rubbing her back. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, working on slowing her breathing. In through her nose and out through her mouth.

"Hey pretty lady, I was wondering where the exhibit is. I'm supposed to be giving a speech there today." A voice calls out, sending Y/N's eyes flying open. She turns on her heels, being greeted by the sight of Sam walking towards them, holding the leather case that carries the shield. Y/N can feel the tension melting out of her shoulders as a smile spreads across her nervous face.

"Rhodey, I think they might be letting anyone speak here today." Y/N teases, the anxiousness slipping away, releasing its hold on her. Rhodey chuckles, shaking his head at his friend's antics. She hadn't seen Sam since the days following Steve's funeral and right now, he's a welcome sight. Sam rests his hand over his heart, feigning hurt as he gets closer.

"You wound me, woman." Sam jokes, smiling right back at her. They embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck as his go around her waist, "I missed you, kid."

"I've missed you too, Sammy." She murmurs back, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. They pull away and Sam smiles at her, the skin around his eyes wrinkling. Rhodey clears his throat, gently touching Y/N's upper arm.

"Hey I need to go talk to some people, alright?" Rhodey announces, almost as if he is asking permission. Y/N just smiles and nods, the smile staying on her face until he walks away from the two.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" Sam questions, to which Y/N sighs, looking down at her shoes. She stays quiet for a moment, feeling his eyes on her.

"You want the truth or you want me to tell you what I tell Rhodey?" She replies, looking back at him. Y/N shifts from one foot to another, glad they were far from the crowd that was gathering. He gives her a look, giving her an answer without opening his mouth. She sighs again, twisting her wedding ring around her finger.

"I don't sleep, not really. I get maybe an hour a night if I am lucky. I-The house is filled with boxes that I can't unpack because-" Her voice cracks, her chest rising and falling quickly. She bites the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to not cry, "I thought that leaving the apartment would make him go away, but it didn't."

"Well Steve was always stubborn." Sam responds, making a laugh bubble out of her throat before she could stop it. There was an "I'm sorry" buried in the joke and Y/N knew it, but decided to only focus on the joke.

The stage looked daunting.

She forced herself up those steps, the person who had introduced her still had his hand outstretched towards her. Y/N wondered if she could make a run for it. Sure people will be mad at her, but she won't be forcing herself through this. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, the clapping nothing but a ringing in her ears. For a moment, her eyes landed on the giant banner of her husband, a lump forming in her throat. He was watching over her, his face emotionless as his eyes seemingly followed her every step. Cameras flashed as she stood on the stage, striding over to the podium. Once she stood in front of it, a hush fell over the crowd.

Y/N Rogers had saved thousands of lives. She was an Avenger and had faced countless foes. Hell, her wedding had more people in attendance than this event, but she still felt sick to her stomach. Y/N gave them all a smile as she forced herself to calm down, swallowing hard before speaking.

"To say that Steve Rogers was a special man is putting lightly. He was a hero that many of us, myself included, aspired to be one day. And while many of you only knew him as Captain America, I was among the lucky few that got to know him just as Steve Rogers. Now I could stand up here and tell you about every battle he won, how valiantly he fought-but everyone else is going to do that. Hell, you can read about it in the exhibit." Y/N chuckles, blinking away the tears in her eyes as the crowd laughs.

Y/N finds Rhodey and Sam in the crowd, both of them giving her smiles of encouragement. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see the diamond on her wedding ring sparkling in the light. It's the first time she's worn it in a while, but it felt almost right to wear it. Once again, she's pretending like Steve didn't leave her. No, Y/N is ignoring that completely, almost blissfully. These people only know Steve as Captain America, as a god-damned American hero. She isn't going to tarnish that, won't ruin his legacy. And regardless of what Steve did to her, she is still in love with him and she wants to talk about the man she fell in love with, not the one that hurt her. Y/N inhales and exhales shakily before continuing.

"Steve was so much more than just Captain America. He was my best friend and my husband. He was the type of man to pick up flowers for you just because. The type of man to tell you that you looked really pretty even though you were covered in dirt and ash. He would let me go on and on about things that didn't even matter, but with the way he paid attention you would think that I was telling him the secrets of the world. Steve loved staying in and having movie marathons-he-he had a list he'd carry with him to write down things he needed to learn about. Before we dated, he would text me randomly, asking me why Jar Jar Binks is hated so much or asking me to explain what emojis are. He never quite got the hang gof the latter." A laugh comes out of Y/N's mouth, the crowd following suit. There was a smile on her face, a warmth spreading in her chest.

"He's the man I'll be in love with until the day I die, but then I'll fall in love all over again because I'll be able to see him again. Steve was the sweetest, kindest man I've ever met and while I will always wish we had more time together, I was lucky to have him as long as I did. We were all lucky to have him." Y/N pauses again, her throat constricting with emotion, "Even though he's gone, Steve lived a long life-a life longer than some of us get and I am happy that so many different facets of his life is going to be explored and shared with so many people. I hope you all enjoy the exhibit. Thank you."

The applause that followed was almost thunderous. Y/N smiled as her heart slammed against her ribcage, cameras flashing as she made her way off the stage. She was glad it was finally over as she moved to stand next to Rhodey and Sam. Sam kissed her cheek before he climbed up the stairs to the stage. Rhodey rubbed her back, telling her quietly that she did great. She just nodded in response, her eyes on her friend, watching as Sam leaned the shield against the plexiglass podium.

"Thank you Y/N for making my job a lot harder." Sam teases, causing everyone to chuckle. Y/N smiles right back at him, shaking her head as her friend carries on, "Steve represented the best in all of us. Courageous, righteous, hopeful. And he mastered poising stoically. "

Sam's a natural at this, standing up there like its nothing. And while Y/N should be focused on the speech, her eyes keep drifting down to the shield at his feet.

"The world has been forever changed. A few months ago, billions of people reappeared after five years away, sending the world into turmoil. We need new heroes. Ones suited for the times we're in. Symbols...are nothing without the women and men that give them meaning. And this thing," Sam chuckles, picking up the shield, "I don't know if there's ever been a greater symbol. But it's more about the man who propped it up and he's gone. So, today we honor Steve's legacy, but also, we look to the future. So thank you, Captain America. But this belongs to you."

Y/N feels sick to her stomach as she watches Sam hand the shield off. Her chest feels tight and she-she can't be here. There's a ringing on her ears and she can't breathe. Y/N pushes through the crowd, not bothering with pleasantries as she does it. A dozen emotions rack her body, causing her hands to start to heat up. She forces it down, deep down as she walks into an empty bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Sam gave away the shield.

He gave it away.

Like it was nothing.

And she wants to scream, wants to cry, but it won't come out. Y/N won't let it, not now when she is still in public. She walks over to the sinks, her hands gripping the counter. Her eyes are rimmed with red, eyes all watery. Her red painted lips press into a thin line as she forces herself to not cry, practically glaring at her reflection. What did her therapist tell her to do? Ah yes, breath in and out. In and out.

This was all too much way too soon. She couldn't handle this. She was being bombarded with memories and emotions already and now Sam giving the shield away? She felt like she was going to lose it. A part of her felt like she was overreacting. overthinking this whole situation. And maybe she was. Y/N did that from time to time. Tony had told her she was an expert of making mountains out of molehills. Maybe Sam just didn't want to be Captain America, didn't want to shoulder that burden. That was understandable. It was a shitty, shitty job-one that Sam didn't ask for. He shouldn't be forced to take on the mantle of Captain America, not when the previous owner had tossed it away so carelessly.

Yet, the bigger part of her was incredibly upset. Angry at the fact that Sam handed off the shield to be shelved in a museum. Overwhelmed by the amount of Steve that was everywhere. Confused over the multitudes of feeling that were swarming her body.

And there was nothing she could do about any of them. She just had to grin and bear it, just like she's been doing since Steve decided he much rather spend an entire lifetime with a woman he knew for a few months. So Y/N collected herself, blinked away her tears, and left the bathroom. Her feet had a mind of their own, carrying her towards the one place she didn't want to be.

The exhibit.

Steve's image is plastered on every single surface, telling the details of every part of his life. Scrawny Steve, bootcamp Steve, darling icon of patriotism during the war Steve, frozen Steve, Battle of Manhattan Steve, cartoon Steve punching Hitler, Steve during Sokovia, Steve on the run. Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve. He covers every single square inch, which makes sense because this is his exhibit. And while Y/N knows she should just turn on her heel and not put herself through it, she throws caution to the wall. She's already incredibly upset, so she might as well pour gallons and gallons of salt and lemon juice into that open wound. So she forces herself deeper into the exhibit, running straight into the very last man she wants to see at this moment.

"You know I wasn't expecting to find you here." Sam tells her as soon as her foot enters the next room. She keeps her mouth shut, so he adds "Rhodey is looking for you."

"You know on his right sleeve of his suits, right near his wrist, he had my initials stitched. He told me he wanted to carry a piece of me into every mission, into every fight." Y/N announces as she looks at a picture of Steve on a mission, most likely taken by Natasha. Sam sighs, walking over to her, wanting her to see his point of view.

"Look I know you're upset-" He starts, but is immediately cut off by a dry chuckle slipping out of Y/N's mouth as she walks around the room. She wants to lay in to him, wants to give him a piece of her mind.

"Oh I am far past the point of being "just upset", Wilson. It wasn't yours to give away. I-I don't care if you didn't want the mantle, but..." Her angry words trail off once she realizes what part of the exhibit she has reached, her face dropping.

Y/N stops in front of a part of the exhibit labeled 'Two Heroes United'. Her eyes roam over the pictures of her and Steve's wedding and the pictures taken throughout the duration of their relationship, so much more than what the file Rhodey had left detailed. So many smiles, so much happiness filling each and every picture. Her facade is cracking, chipping away as she forces herself to study every picture, studying their faces over and over, trying to see if there was something she had missed, if-if there was something she could have said or done to hold onto him a little longer. If there was something hidden behind his smile, behind his touches, they don't reveal themselves in the photographs.

She's just a footnote in his life, a blurb at the end of a long story. A tool to make him look like an all-American family man. Bucky and Sam had much larger parts of the exhibit dedicated to their roles in Steve's life and who they are outside of being Steve's friends. Y/N-well Y/N gets this, a paragraph saying that she was on the team and then married Steve. She is just haphazardly tacked onto the story of his life, a cute story to make people feel all warm inside. He got his happily ever after, they'll say-or they'll whisper to one another God she was so lucky to have him. They won't ask if she got her happily ever after or if she feels lucky now.

Sam got to hand off the shield, got to throw away the title of Captain America. He gets to keep on living his life after this, but Y/N-Y/N will always be Steve's wife. And it doesn't matter how many people she saved or what she did with her time on earth, she will only be know for being the wife of the man who abandoned her. Y/N's tied to him for eternity, stuck loving a man who decided to love someone else.

And then, just like that, something inside of her just snaps. Her facade fully crumbles, leaving her unable to mask what she's going through. Y/N's eyes fill up with tears and she's unable to blink them away before they spill over the edge, sending tears rolling down her cheeks. And as she stood there, crying in the middle of the exhibit dedicated to Steven Grant Rogers, a depressing epiphany popped into her mind.

The shield was the last part of Steve that she had that wasn't tainted in some way, a piece of him that she could still bear to see. And Sam had just given it away, leaving her with nothing but memories that would haunt her.

"I watched your speech. You did really good, Y/N." Her therapist praises, giving her a soft smile. Y/N nods, twisting her wedding ring on her finger. She had decided to start wearing it again, even though her feelings about Steve were still conflicted. While a part of her thought that this meant she was healing, Y/N knew it was more likely tied to the fact that Sam had given up the shield.

"It-It felt good." Y/N replies, shifting in her seat. She had thought it was a subtle movement, but Dr. Raynor gave her a look. After a few months of court-ordered appointments, the therapist knew Y/N all too well and she sure as hell knew when Y/N wasn't telling the truth.

"Something is upsetting you. What happened?" The doctor questions, clicking her pen. Y/N dreaded the noise. It meant a longer session, more bandaids being ripped off in order to force the wounds into the light. It would mean she would return to her home a little colder, a little emptier.

"Nothing happened. It-I had a good day. A good week." Y/N tries to reassure her, even going as far as to give her what she thought was a honest smile. Dr. Raynor held up her pad of paper, making a show of slowly bring the pen down to the paper. Y/N's smile falls and she looks down at her hands, letting out a small sigh.

"He-Sam gave away the shield. He gave it away like it was nothing." The ex-hero announces, feeling like a scolded child. Raynor lowers her pen and paper, settling back into her seat.

"And you feel like he shouldn't have?"

"No. No, Steve-Steve chose him. Steve gave him the shield because he knew that Sam was good, that Sam could handle it. And-And Sam just gave it away." Y/N stammers, picking at a thread that was hanging off her shirt.

"You know, I think that is the first time you have said his name aloud." Raynor mentions, causing Y/N to stop her movements. The thread is caught between her fingers, pulled taut. The doctor continues, "You always refer to Steve as 'he' or 'him' or 'my husband'. You never say his name."

"I don't think I was ready to be around...Steve. Not that much." Y/N tries to shift the focus, shame filling her, her face feeling hot. She knows she has her reasons not to say his name, but she still felt terrible about not being able to say his name.

"But you still spoke at the opening of his exhibit. I'm sure everyone would more than understand why you couldn't. So why did you decide on speaking?" The therapist asks, taking down a couple notes of her pad of paper. Y/N stays silent for a moment, letting go of the thread to start twisting her ring again.

"I-I don't know. Rhodey asked me and I-I guess I thought I could do it. And the speech wasn't bad I just-I wasn't expecting Sam to give away the shield." Y/N responds, her voice soft. She feels so small, sitting here on this charcoal grey couch. Y/N almost felt...stupid for being so angry at Sam. It wasn't his fault at all and as Y/N said everything out loud, she felt like such an asshole.

"If you would've known that Sam wanted to give the shield away, would you have stopped him?" Dr. Raynor replies, leaning forward slightly as she takes a few notes. Y/N feels herself sinking into the couch.

"I don't know. I-I wish he would have just told me so that we could've talked about it." She answers, looking out of the window. Dark grey clouds filled the sky, blocking out a lot of the sunlight that wanted to shine down on the city. Y/N didn't know if she would have actually forced him to keep the shield. That wasn't on him to have hold on to hat chunk of vibranium. It was wrong for Steve to have thrown that all on Sam. What would be the alternative? For her to keep the shield? Y/N highly doubted that the United States government would allow that.

Y/N was watering her garden when her phone started to ring in her back pocket. She quickly moves to shut off the water hose before she slips the phone about her pocket. Sam's name and picture appears on her screen, making uneasiness fill her stomach. Y/N exhales through her noise loudly before answering it, holding the phone against her ears.

"Have you seen the news?" Sam asks, not even letting her get a single syllable out.

"No, I've been outside-What's going on, Sam?" Y/N questions, making her way to the house. Something was definitely wrong. Sam never called her unless it was for emergencies. if they did communicate, it was mainly through texting. Her heartbeat started to race, as did her thoughts. A million different scenarios filled her head, each one worse than the last.

"You need to turn on the news right now." Sam replies as she opens the back door, quickly crossing the kitchen and walking into the living room. Her hands are almost shaking as she picks up the remote, turning the television on. Luckily for her, the last thing she had been watching was the news. Unluckily for her, she was greeted with a man holding the shield-Steve's shield, dressed in what looked like an off-brand, shitty version of the Captain America suit.

Anger filled her body. It had been four days tops since Sam handled off the shield and already, they had found their 'new Captain America'. The man in question was smiling smugly in the ill-fitting suit, waving at the camera, holding onto his shield tightly. God, Y/N wanted to beat the shit of the man and every single person who had okayed this. She could only hear bits and pieces of the speech as the news replayed it, but even that bullshit was too much for her to handle. She muted the television, tossing the remote on the couch.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?" Y/N exclaims, her hands getting warm. The Avenger was unable to get to anything articulate as rage filled her. She quickly put the phone on speaker, setting the device down just in case her hands caught flame.

"I know. I know. It's fucking bullshit." Sam replies, sighing. Y/N paced in front of the television, trying to calm herself down before she burned a hole through her rug. On the screen, the fake Cap was talking about something, a saccharine smile spread across his face. Y/N wanted to take that God damn shield and smash his teeth in.

"That asshole has my husband's fucking shield. They-He isn't supposed to be Captain America, okay? It's just not-It's not theirs to give away." Y/N's voice cracks towards the end, tears filling her eyes. While she wasn't Steve's number one fan, she hated that they had already chose someone to take up his title. If Sam wasn't going to be Captain America, then no one should be Captain America.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I wouldn't have given away the shield if I would've known...I'm sorry." Sam murmurs over the phone. Y/N covers her face with her almost glowing hands as she tries to control her breathing, not able to respond to Sam’s apologies. Her sadness and anger quickly shifted into something else.

Something inside of her switched on, something that she hadn't felt in a long time, not since she was a hero, back when she was an Avenger.

Y/N wanted to go to work.

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free-falling-grenade · 3 years

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Imagine Raya being all cocky once she accepts her feelings for Namaari, they are walking down the palace in Fang and raya goes "i will fight anyone and everyone for your love" or something like that, and Virana is nearby and says "I accept the challenge" and both girls are like :o *insert pikachu meme here *

HA. Omg, Virana totally would accept the challenge. AAA Here’s a mini ficlet for it: “I accept the challenge”

Raya blinks owlishly at the Chief before leaning in to ask Namaari if her mother is secretly a skilled warrior. But she herself doesn't actually know how well the Chief of Fang can fight. Never given the opportunity to see, so when she says that she accepts Raya's challenge, she's quite taken aback.

Namaari just stares wide eyed and shrugs because she can't tell if her mother was just joking or if she was serious, her expression too neutral to guess.

Raya stands there almost faltering from the Chief's challenging stare but she shakes away her fear and nervously nods, "So be it"

Namaari just turns to her utterly shocked, because she can't be serious right now.

They're right outside the throne room, at the bottom of the steps. Fang soldiers and merchants alike have gathered to watch out of curiosity after overhearing the challenge.

Virana just steps forward, and casually asks for the spear General Atitaya is holding. She hands it to her in a daze, not quite sure if the Chief will pull through. She fears for her well being. She knows how well Raya is with her fighting skills, having had the opportunity to witness Namaari's and her spars, and being offered to spar against her as well.

Raya draws out her kris slowly, stepping forward herself, a few feet distance between her and the Chief. She gulps thickly, "Okay. We're actually doing this. Cool, cool." She mostly says to herself.

Virana just raises an eyebrow smirking, "Don't tell me you are backing out, Princess Raya." She taunts as she weighs Atitaya's spear in her hands, flipping it around seamlessly.

Raya just scoffs a little offended, "I never back out from a challenge, Chief Virana. Especially not when it's for Namaari's hand"

Meanwhile the Fang princess stands there glued to the floor, the crowd staring at her, some expecting her to stop the two before literal blood is shed. But the problem is, Namaari knows three of the most stubborn people in her life: one of which is herself, and the other two? The ladies in front of her seemingly ready to cut each others throats out. There is literally no stopping them once their mind is made.

She runs a hand through her hair, keeping it in place as she watches Raya and her mother, who she still has no knowledge of how well her fighting skills are, position themselves into a fighting stance.

In any other day, Namaari would laugh at the comical idea of it all, her mother in her signature white dress, and Raya in way too formal clothing to be comfortable in a fight.

"Just a warning, Chief. I don't plan on holding back" Raya warns, if she's going to this, might as well not let her guard down.

Virana just grins, "I didn't expect you to" she says then charges, skipping the pleasantries. Her dress limiting her steps a little but enough for her to move around smoothly.

Raya, caught of guard, hastily blocks the spear coming at her face. She huffs away her shock, a playful grin coming to her face at the realization that this is definitely not a game. It's indeed a legit challenge the Chief had agreed to and she will treat it as such.

She swings her own blade towards the Chief, her mind consciously pulling back her strength, afraid she might hurt the princess' mother. However, Virana seems to sense this, using it to her advantage to nick the skin on her shoulder. This elicited a loud gasp around them.

Raya backflips away, glancing down at the cut. She looks up at the Fang Chief's face who wore a smug look, "I thought you said you weren't going to hold back?"

The Heart princess can't help the amusement to show on her lips, she now understands where Namaari's infuriating taunts came from.

Instead of replying, she charges with complete intention to hurt, not caring that she is facing the Chief of Fang anymore. She swings aggressively leaving no space for the older woman to strike. She sees her struggling, her dress limiting her movements as she backs away trying to block each of her powerful strikes.

Raya for a second thought to give her a break, so she swiftly pulls the leg under the dress with her own, tripping her backwards. She lands on her back with a loud thud, her white dress now soiled and damaged.

She doesn't notice Atitaya holding back some of the Fang soldiers who were about to step in and help their Chief. Namaari who's rendered speechless stood ramrod stiff. The crowd wore wary expressions watching their beloved Chief on the floor.

Raya turns away for a second to catch her lover’s gaze but she regrets it almost immediately hearing the shuffle from in front her. She fails to react fast enough, feeling the long metal spear swiftly hitting the back of her knees knocking her off balance then the edge of it meeting her stomach.

She huffs out in pain, mustering the energy to roll away quickly when the spear lifts again to hit her.

She doesn’t get time to spit out a witty retort when the Chief starts swinging at her with surprising precision and tentative strikes. The hits as powerful as Raya's previous swipes earlier. She blocks them effortlessly though, looking for a way to knock her out again but the speed is seemingly too distracting to even think of a way.

She grunts in frustration, deciding to put a physical distance between them instead as she uses the Chief's leg that's pushed forward to step on her thighs and jump over the tall woman. She uses the distraction to step back a little, recollecting herself.

She breathes out to calm her thoughts, risking another glance at the other princess who stood way too dazed and in shock to even glance at her back. She huffs out an amused laugh at her face. The Chief charges at her noticing the distracted moment, the end of her spear managing to graze the side of her cheek. She hisses out in pain.

She slides down dodging her next swing but as if predicted, the older woman's knee collides with her face harshly. She sees white spots temporarily as she falls on her knees disoriented. She feels the sharp edge of the spear by her neck.

"Do you yield, Princess of Heart?" She hears the Chief say sounding a bit too winded.

Raya takes in a deep shaky breath, her eyes closing. She exhales out with a grin, "Never."

She doesn't let the older woman react before reaching out and pulling her spear forward, letting it slice the surface of her neck lightly. She uses the close distance to throw a dirty punch on the Chief's midsection. She inwardly cringed at that, her mind still hoping she didn't hurt her too much. But her body reacting by itself, stood up to kick the bent over Chief that sent her skidding backwards.

She waits for a few more seconds to see if the woman would stand again but when she remained on the floor coughing, she walks over pointing down her sword at her opponent's throat.

"Do you yield, Chief of Fang?" Her tone surprisingly serious as Virana stares back at the Princess' determined eyes.

She lets the silence lapse between them, the hushed whispers of the crowd barely audible as she tries to find any ill intent and malice in the young girl's eyes. However, she sees nothing but love and devotion.

A tender smile graces Virana's lips, her arms lifting up in surrender, "I yield, Princess. You win"

She hears Raya's sharp intake of breath before seeing her sword clatter beside them and bending down to pull her up into an embrace. The crowd around them breaks into an applause, clearly entertained from the intense fight.

She grunts in pain at the bone crushing hug the Princess has her in, "You have my blessing, sunlight. But if you could let me breathe, that would be great" she manages to murmur out.

Raya pulls back instantly, an apologetic look on her face. There are tears that brimmed her eyes, "I'm sorry"

"I'll be fine. You left this old lady pretty bruised but you are quite a fighter, Princess."

Raya bashfully grins, "You left me some pretty nice cuts too. But, who knew the Chief of Fang has hidden skills up her sleeve" “I’m no damsel in distress, Princess Raya. I am a well capable Chief” Virana states half heartedly.

Raya snickers lightly, not doubting it for a second. She stands up offering a hand for the older woman to take. She willingly accepts, pulling herself upright. She staggers back a little but the feeling of strong arms catches her quick.

Namaari stands behind her mother supporting her. She shakes her head vigorously, a smile of disbelief tugging on her lips, "You both are actually insane and out of your minds"

Raya smiles softly, "Just for you, dep la"

Virana nods in agreement then latches on to her daughter's hold, visibly exhausted. Raya lifts the older woman's other arm behind her neck to support her other side.

"Let's get you to the healers"

They help the beat up Chief walk, the merchants and guards bowing in respect as they passed, all of them beaming with pride and joy as if she had won the fight.

"You definitely gave them something to write for Kumandra's history books" Namaari comments eliciting a genuine laugh from the older Chief.

"The only time I don't mind being defeated" Virana tenderly says. The two lovers on each of her side supporting her. She really doesn't mind another daughter in the family. -x- This got so long omg. Thank you, anon? Also you can’t possibly tell me Virana doesn’t know how to fight. I doubt she’s all bark and no bite. That woman is hiding her skills coz she doesn’t wanna get her dirty. Should i post this on ao3 or just leave it here LOL

#uhhh this turned longer than i thought #OOPS #well have a ficlet i guess?#rayaari #rayaari fanfic #raya #namaari #chief virana #raya and the last dragon

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weeb-writor · 3 years

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MHA boys react to S/O receiving CPR

Heyo! This is just a short and sad thing I thought of, featuring Kirishima and Bakugou. It does have a happy ending tho! Reader is as neutral as possible if you want something specific my requests are open and I'm dying for some requests, ill take anything I like a challenge! Hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kirishima Eijirou x Reader, Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

They React to you getting CPR

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BAKGOU KATSUKI

Kirishima would rather be anyone but himself right now. Of course they would choose him to break the news to the loud blonde but Kirishima was sure even he wouldn't be enough to contain the boy when he got the news. With Kaminari at his side he entered Bakugou’s office.

“What the hell are you two waltzing in here for.” Bakugou said without looking up from his paperwork.

“Don't be grouchy with us cause you got stuck on paperwork.” Kaminari said with a light chuckle.

“Oh shut up, I put myself on paperwork so I could get a break from you two. Now you two look like you’ve seen a ghost, spit it out already!” Bakugou said, gazing at them.

“Okay but when we tell you you cannot leave this room as hard as that will be.” Denki said to his friend, bakugou stared at him and gave a grunt in affirmation.

“y/n was in the group of heroes that was sent to do a rescue mission, something went wrong and only 4 of the sent heroes came back and only 20 of the 40 people trapped in the building were recovered. Bakugou, I'm sorry but the building is too unstable to send anyone else in.” Kiri said slowly.

“Okay? Is that something else they want me to add to this paper work, I am sorry for all those lives lost.” Bakugou said solemnly.

“No bakugou, were telling you because y/n was the one that didn’t come back.” Kirishima said, breaking his eye contact with the boy.

“No. Stop fucking lying, y/n is fine I was just talking to them.”

“It’s true, Bakugou, and I’m sorry I should have gone back but-” Denki started but was cut off.

“Hold that thought, Mina says turn on the tv.” Kirishima said moving from the remote

“Why do I care about what's on the goddamn tv! Tell me you’re lying, y/n is…” but he trailed off focusing on the tv. There you were limping and bloody with a baby in your arms and what looks to be her mother over your shoulder, the other missing people seemed to be trailing you. Of course you wouldn’t leave until you recovered everyone, bakugou thought as he looked at the tv hopelessly. You lead the group to the ambulances and handed off the baby and the mother to an EMT. The reporters rushed over to you already asking you questions.

“I love y-“ you tried to get out before your eyes closed and your body fell limp to the ground. Bakugou felt his heart race as EMT’s raced to your body checking for your pulse, it was obvious they didn’t find one when they started to do CPR. Bakugou's knees felt weak as he dropped to the ground with fresh tears in his eyes. He heard his friend talking but nothing clicked, every word sounded foreign. They continued to do CPR for a while before bringing the paddles. This is when bakugou had to look away, he couldn't bare to watch your lifeless body go up and down with the shock of the paddles.

“Bakugou, should I…?” Kirishima said trailing off but bakugou knew what he was asking he just didn't have an answer but suddenly when the tv roared with applause he did. There you were with 5 EMTs around you, tired from trying to resuscitate you but there you were breathing. Now you were being put on a bed and having things attached to you and Bakugou felt soo relieved.

“Cmon, were going to see y/n, right now!” Bakugou said dashing out of the room and when he made it to your room and the doctors finally let him in, he gave you a slap on the back of your head and a scolding like you had never received before. When he was done mothering you he kissed you like never before and didn't let you lift a finger for months.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

“Let me go in there!” Kirishima said as he was held back by Shinsou's capture weapon.

“Kirishima listen to us! That building is on fire if the fire doesn't kill you, inhaling all the smoke will. I know it's hard but we sent Todoroki, if- when he finds her you’ll be the first to know.” Denki said to his friend who was still fighting to get loose. The words didn't mean anything to Kirishima as he kept fighting.

“Kirishima! Knock it off, you'll only get in the way in there. Aren't you a goddamn hero?” The red head stopped and nodded as his other best friend appeared on the scene.

“Then control your goddamn emotions, you got all the heroes around hold up around you trying to keep you from going berserk when they could be doing they’re jobs and helping with the damage. If y/n does or doesn't come back is this how you want to honor their pain and sacrifice.” Bakugou said, glaring at his friend. Kirishima slowly did calm down, with a blush

“What needs to be done then.” Kirishima said with gritted teeth. Denki smiled at his friends and led him to the clean up team. The next 30 minutes of picking up rocks were torture for the red head but he knew Bakugou was right. Then finally Todoroki emerged from the building and he was at your side in a second but you weren't by his.

“They aren't breathing.” Todoroki said gently as he placed you on the ground next to Kirishima. He didn't waste a second before performing CPR.

“Get someone down here dammit!” He said between chest compressions. He only had to do a few more before a doctor came over and took over. The paddles were pulled out and Kirishima's gaze never even glanced in the other direction. He was hyper focused on you he couldn't hear anything his friends were saying around his ears were waiting on one sound. The sound of you gasping for air and the sound on the air hitting your lungs. He didn't wait long either because soon you were coughing.

“I never thought I would be happy to hear you gasping for air but Jesus y/n you scared me.” Kirishima said, hovering over you. You only smiled up at him barely conscious. Just like that he was in mommy mode, giving orders to the doctors as they put you into the ambulance. It didn't stop until months later when you were finally about to go one your first solo patrol since the accident.

“Oh y/n! What a coincidence! I didn't see you, just got done with my patrol, so let me keep you company!” Kirishima said, popping up from behind you. You let out a little sigh you wanted to be a little mad at him for babying you so much but you knew he was just really worried. After all you had seen the footage of him performing CPR on you.

“Sure, I could always use such a chivalrous man around. As long as he lets me do some work as well.”

“Of course, he wouldn't be manly if he didn't.” He said with his toothy grin.

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hoonligan · 2 years

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PAPER RINGS!

chapter three: shit my pants

socials + written ! (1.5k) + not proofread ;-;

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you burst into daeun’s room, making daeun drop her hairbrush and hairspray. “EUNBYEOL WHAT THE HELL CANT YOU KNOCK?” daeun says throwing hair ties and clips at you. “SORRY i was just excited! are you almost done?” you say as you plop down on her bed, “no in case you havent noticed i was rudely interrupted” with narrowed eyes and a tight lipped smile she picks up her hairbrush and hairspray and continues her styling.

daeun fluffs up her hair and gets up from her chair, she takes one more glance in the mirror before looking back at you. she says “okay your turn” with a playful roll of her eyes, you get up excitedly and sit yourself down on her chair. she examines your hair through the mirror and okays around with it as she hums a tune. “i think we’ll be fine, lets just take some pictures and tune down the conversation making” she laughs out the last statement.

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sitting in the company car with your group members, you couldn’t help but fidget with your hands as you approach the venue. looking out the window you see the building, multicolored lights on the inside shining out the windows and colorful balloons on the outside. “eunbyeol are you feeling okay?” a concerned voice asked you look up to see aera looking at you with sympathetic eyes. “yeah, yes! mhm im fine yeah im just really nervous” you managed to stutter out, “we’ll all be fine, ill try to take over most of the talking so you and daeun wont have to worry okay?” she gave a reassuring smile as the car fell to a stop. you look out the window to see you’ve arrived at the venue, you didn’t notice there were paparazzi outside. so much bright flashes from cameras and overlapping chatter made you dizzy, you were helped out of the car by security and you held on daeun’s and hana’s hands as you entered the building.

the music on the inside was loud and you were surprised to see ALOT of people, you thought it was just gonna be people from the other hybe groups. “holy shit there are alot of people” you hear daeun say behind you, “i know right my hands are literally sweating” you say as you scan the room observing the people around you. your gaze stops on your group’s manager who seemed to be walking towards you. “ah girls finally the guests of honor, we can finally start! come with me to the front stage”

now you were standing onstage along with your group members, your hands as sweaty as ever. you dont know why you’re so nervous, you can perform in front of thousands of people, why is it so hard to stand in front of a few hundred. “thank you all for attending!” the booming sound of your manager’s voice echoes through the venue, you look up to him holding the microphone standing in front of your group, you took a glance at daeun beside you who looked just as nervous as you, she glances at you as well and you give each other reassuring smiles.

“we are here to celebrate a wonderful debut from our first girl group! please welcome our guests of honor! BLOOM!” he made a grand motion gesturing to us with his arms and spotlights were pointed towards us, the sounds of applause and cheers coming from the crowd, you had to squint because of the lights but gave a warm bright smile, it was nice to be celebrated for your hard work like this. “now the snackbar is open and the purpose of this event is to have fun and mingle! thank you all again and enjoy the night!” he says as the lights pointed at us died down. he started ushering us off stage and onto some of the side tables.

“that was kind of intense not gonna lie, why was that so different from performing” you hear hayoon whisper between the group, “i know i think i almost shit myself up there” hana piped in. you guys approach a table that had 5 boys standing around it chattering off. “hello boys are you enjoying the event?” manager tang asked with his warm smile, he was asking more questions but you tuned him out to observe the boys in front of you, you recognize them, its txt. you wouldnt be able to not recognize them because of hayoon’s never ending rants about their group. “and this is eunbyeol!” your observing was cut off by the call of your name, you snap out of your daze to see everyone looking at you expectantly with smiles on their faces. “oh yes hello very honored to meet you” you made a small bow, you wanted to punch yourself in the face because of the way you stood frozen for a few minutes.

“now that introductions are done we will be right back boys, time to introduce them to your other label-mates” manager tang smiled as he ushered us away for the nth time tonight, you saw the txt members give warm smiles and small bows as your group walked away. you now approached a table with another five boys. hybe has a thing for five member groups maybe?? “ah boys so nice to see you here! thank you for coming, im here to introduce the girls to you” you didnt mean to but you zoned out again as manager tang said that, you couldnt help but observe this group as well, you immediately recognize one of them to be yang jungwon, you’ve heard of him here and there, he’s a very admirable leader. he sees you staring at him and offers you a shy smile.

“sorry but we’re not really sure where jake and sunghoon went off to, they said they were going to get some churros from the snack-bar but haven’t came back yet” and unfamiliar voice snaps you out of your daze, you look to your side to see a pink haired boy speaking up, as if knowing you weren’t paying attention, aera discreetly whispered the boys name into you ear. oh heeseung, you have heard of him so that must mean this group is ENHYPEN. “oh thats too bad they must be causing trouble someplace else, but if you do see them you can always introduce yourselves again!” manager tang switches gazes from the two groups and adds “now boys we’ll just take some promotional pictures and then you guys can continue mingling!” he says as he starts to usher us off again, you see the boys bid goodbye and bow with warm smiles

after what seemed like years of flashes going off in your face, you parted from your group members to take a break, here you are now standing by the snackbar in a discreet corner where you wouldn’t be bothered. holding a bottle of cold water you let out a tired sigh and tried to ease your mind. being an idol is so hard, so tiring, you can’t wait to get home and get some rest. after a few minutes of alone time you were snapped out of it by a tap on your shoulder. “uhm hello are you okay? you look worn out, then again i saw you onstage and you looked pretty terrified” you looked to the side but you were met with a chest instead of a face, you raised your gaze to see and unfamiliar boy giving you a small smile.

“uhm yeah im okay! just not fond of being around so much people” you say nervously as you fidget with the cap of your water bottle. the boy joins you leaning against the wall of where you were hiding, “yeah i get that, you kinda get used to it over time but it has it’s moments where it gets kinda.. much? you know” he says gaze switching from you to the crowd, “yeah i get that” you say as you face the crowd as well. after a few moments of comfortable silence he piped up, “you’re eunbyeol right?” he faces his gaze to you with a charming smile, you didn’t realize how cute he was at first, he has a really nice smile. you swear it almost knocked the air out of your lungs. as if your throat went dry you stuttered out, “oh uhm yeah! yes yes i am eunbyeol!” you were 100 times more nervous now, your heart felt like it was going 700 light years per minute. “great i got it right!” he stood up straight now looking down at you with that damn smile, “i’m park sunghoon, nice to meet you eunbyeol”.

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SYNOPSIS! han eunbyeol just debuted as a member of hybe’s first girl group BLOOM! their debut is a huge success, to celebrate hybe arranges a company party, inviting other groups to celebrate the debut success of their first girl group. at said party eunbyeol is introduced to park sunghoon, both immediately feel a connection. exchanging numbers to keep in contact the two talked everyday, getting closer with each message. as time goes by the two slowly fall for each other, but what happens when our darling eunbyeol who never puts herself first, finds out that her best friend fell for sunghoon too.

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