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"...Welcome to the 17th annual Hunger Games..."
Welcome to the Hunger Games based seventeen collab, Catching Fire, hosted by me, Sarah (@gyu-effect). From the votings given in by everyone this theme was decided and I'm very excited to do this collab as its something that has been in my mind for a very long time!
.Rules of the Game:
- The theme of the collab is the Hunger Games. But instead of keeping it only the games, the story can be set anywhere as long as it is within the Hunger Games trilogy universe.
- It doesn't have to be the 17th Hunger Games. It can be any of the Hunger Games.
- Unfortunately, for the sake of theme, districts cannot be chosen, Instead, district goes according to the member's age wise order. So Seungcheol will be from District One, Jeonghan from District Two... all the way till Chan from District Thirteen.
- The minimum word count is 500 whilst there's no maximum word count.
- All genres are allowed! Both NSFW and SFW works are allowed, but you must be above 18 to write nsfw
- No plagiarism!
- The deadline to drop out of this collab is September end and the due date to post the fics of this collab is end of November, but of course I understand we all have lives outside writing so it can be extended if wanted.
- Also please follow the general guidelines of writing in tumblr such as avoiding triggering themes etc. (if you have any doubts regarding this, feel free to talk to me!)
- Its first come first serve basis so if you're interested please dm me or send me an ask!
- Only member x reader and member x oc is allowed; member x member is NOT allowed.
- For the ease of communication, I'll mostly be making a discord server so that its easier for all of you to drop the titles, links, discuss etc. But if you don't have discord, that is completely fine!
- Please reblog this post once you join the collab so that it can reach out to more people!
Done reading the rules for survival? Now it's time to meet the tributes and their mentors!
.Tributes and their Mentors
- Choi Seungcheol with Eros, @eternallytxt from District One
- Yoon Jeonghan with - from District Two
- Hong Joshua with Sarah, @gyu-effect from District Three
- Wen Junhui with - from District Four
- Kwon Soonyoung with - from District Five
- Jeon Wonwoo with Berry, @hoshipills from District Six
- Lee Jihoon with Lidia, @sarcasticsweetlara from District Seven
- Xu Minghao with Kimchi, @planetkiimchi from District Eight
- Kim Mingyu with - from District Nine
- Lee Seokmin with Hafs, @nonononranghaee from District Ten
- Boo Seungkwan Ni, @wonumatics from District Eleven
- Choi Hansol with Courtney, @casuallyimagining from District Twelve
- Lee Chan with Yuki, @hisnowbie2 from District Thirteen
Ready to read their backstories in an interview with Caesar Flickerman?
It would be wonderful if you guys can reblog this post so that it can reach more people. And thank you for being interested in this collab. Let the seventeenth Hunger Games begin!
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Anonymous asked:
MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "
OMG ANON IM SO SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE but it was so fun at the same time hehehe but srsly im so sorry of how late im doing this. also if i get any of your biases wrong IM SORRY :'D
@wonumatics + wonwoo in "college friends to lovers". yeah the two of you probably became friends after being the only two members in the ten member group project who actually worked and lo and behold! maybe wonwoo is cute. and maybe...wonwoo thinks the same too.
@thepoopdokyeomtouched + mingyu in "met though mutual friends". honestly you were losing track of all the friends your friend was currently introducing you to until you saw mingyu. and honestly mingyu was feeling bored until he started talking to you. now its just mingyu trying to babysit a wild you but hey you both love each other this way.
@aaniag + soonyoung in "meet cute". when people said kids love the zoo, the last thing you expected was your nephew to start crying on seeing the tigers roar. until a stranger took it up as his personal mission to make your nephews realise they weren't as bad as they sounded. the same stranger whom you were sharing an ice cream with (without any nephews).
@nishloves + soonyoung in "met through mutual friends". when your friend wonwoo texted you saying he unfortunately had to bring a friend over for your pvp session, you didn't expect the said friend to be...such a cutie. and right now you were on purpose destroying him just to see soonyoung's cute sigh of frustration. and soon it became a regular thing until even wonwoo wasn't invited to your sessions. or...date as soonyoung called it.
@haecien + minghao in "museum dates". you hadn't meant to spill your dirty water on his clothes. really. the pain box happened to slip out of your hand as a new surge of crowd walked into the room, knocking over the jar of water onto the stranger beside you. and you opened your mouth to quickly apologise but you froze, because right in front of you was the most beautiful stranger you had ever seen. and the rest was history.
@slytherinshua + joshua in "picnic au". your expectation for the perfect sunset picnic was completely ruined when a dog ran amok and knocked over all your food. until your perfect neighbour joshua appeared suddenly to your rescue. and now as you sipped tea with him under the sun, you realised that maybe it wasn't too bad.
@mangocustard16 + seokmin in "childhood best friends to lovers". seokmin was your everything. quite literally because if not said best friend then who else? but he added lover to the everything after kissing the corner of your lips one drunken evening, murmuring how much he loved you and making you realise that so did you.
@weird-bookworm + vernon in "library au". was vernon a library person? no he always prefered the movies. but would he be willing to stay in the library for hours if it meant staring at you and maybe, maybe talking to you? sign this man up immediately.
@nonononranghaee + seungcheol in "fake dating au". reason for fake dating (lie vers): 'i need someone with me for my sister's wedding'. reason for fake dating (truth vers): 'i'm in love with you and i've heard dating opens up new sides of people so maybe i'll find something icky about you'.
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✰ seokmin x gn. reader ; fluff ; 0.4k
Love is fireworks, bouquets, and carefully planned dates at high-end restaurants and local cafes. It’s holding each other's hands under the table at dinner parties. It’s you being the first one he notices in a train station crowded with people. It’s the ‘lmk when you’ve reached.’ messages and the llama pics sent, captioned with ‘dis u’.
Love is you reaching Seokmin's place, which was a two-hour drive from your own, after he tells you over text that he was nervous about the opening night for his musical two days from now.
Right now, at this moment, as you walk around him, wrapping him with a towel as you move to secure a cushion (“Armour”, you’d correct him.) to his abdomen, he doesn’t think it’s possible to love you more.
“I don’t think the props are necessary,” he mumbles under his breath, arms above his head, literal heart eyes forming, and lips curling into a dopey smile. All he can focus on is you as you add an extra knot to ensure the cushion doesn’t fall.
"If you’re going to practice playing the part, you might as well dress the part." He straightens as you take a step back to survey your work, your lips pursed and arms folded. “You look like King Arthur.”
“Yes. King Arthur, if he was pregnant.”
You snort, handing him the makeshift sword Excalibur (read: wooden ruler). “You said it, not me.”
Seokmin holds it with all the effort he had put into becoming his character in the past few months. You grin as you flash him a thumbs up. “Perfect.”
Bowing lightly, he takes your hand in his, lips brushing against your knuckles. "I love you."
You widen your eyes, lips parting by the slightest. It’s not his first time saying those sacred words out loud to you. Nonetheless, warmth travels up the base of his neck in anticipation of your response.
"Love you too." You reply, slow and soft, still recovering from whatever happened mere seconds before because what the fuck was that about? “Also”, you speak louder this time and flick his forehead. “That was way off the script.”
He frowns, eyebrows furrowing as he rubs his forehead. “Violence isn’t good for the baby, (name).”
“Oh, Shut up.” As you talk about his script and plans for dinner, Seokmin subconsciously notes how this is better than any rose-tinted reverie the younger version of himself could come up with, how this is love.
✰ seokmin x gn. reader ; fluff ; 0.4k
Love is fireworks, bouquets, and carefully planned dates at high-end restaurants and local cafes. It’s holding each other's hands under the table at dinner parties. It’s you being the first one he notices in a train station crowded with people. It’s the ‘lmk when you’ve reached.’ messages and the llama pics sent, captioned with ‘dis u’.
Love is you reaching Seokmin's place, which was a two-hour drive from your own, after he tells you over text that he was nervous about the opening night for his musical two days from now.
Right now, at this moment, as you walk around him, wrapping him with a towel as you move to secure a cushion (“Armour”, you’d correct him.) to his abdomen, he doesn’t think it’s possible to love you more.
“I don’t think the props are necessary,” he mumbles under his breath, arms above his head, literal heart eyes forming, and lips curling into a dopey smile. All he can focus on is you as you add an extra knot to ensure the cushion doesn’t fall.
"If you’re going to practice playing the part, you might as well dress the part." He straightens as you take a step back to survey your work, your lips pursed and arms folded. “You look like King Arthur.”
“Yes. King Arthur, if he was pregnant.”
You snort, handing him the makeshift sword Excalibur (read: wooden ruler). “You said it, not me.”
Seokmin holds it with all the effort he had put into becoming his character in the past few months. You grin as you flash him a thumbs up. “Perfect.”
Bowing lightly, he takes your hand in his, lips brushing against your knuckles. "I love you."
You widen your eyes, lips parting by the slightest. It’s not his first time saying those sacred words out loud to you. Nonetheless, warmth travels up the base of his neck in anticipation of your response.
"Love you too." You reply, slow and soft, still recovering from whatever happened mere seconds before because what the fuck was that about? “Also”, you speak louder this time and flick his forehead. “That was way off the script.”
He frowns, eyebrows furrowing as he rubs his forehead. “Violence isn’t good for the baby, (name).”
“Oh, shut up.”
As you talk about his script and plans for dinner, Seokmin subconsciously notes how this is better than any rose-tinted reverie the younger version of himself could come up with, how this is love.
@gyu-effect #1 yn hater confirmed
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✰ seungcheol x gn. reader ; fluff ; 0.3k
"Are you done?"
You hum, placing your phone between your shoulder and ear as you sling your bag across your shoulder. It's later than the time you usually clock out from work.
“I'll be back in half an hour, give or take."
It will take a lot more than half an hour, given the traffic at this hour and the fact that you can't teleport. You both know that, but don't voice it.
"Okay."
The line gets cut with that. You frown, a part of you expecting a little more than 'okay' as you stare at the contact's profile, a candid photo of your boyfriend you had taken on a movie date night at home. You check your messaging app, but the last text — ill be late today :(— was sent by you at around five in the evening. Your lips quirk when you scroll past the infamous meme of the girl smiling in front of the burning house he had sent earlier that morning, the caption over the building being the name of your workplace. You had replied with the crying emoji to his #free(name) text.
Lord, you missed him.
Sighing, you walk out of the building. A little of the life working overtime sucked away returns when you walk into the streets. Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice when he matches his stride to yours.
"Looking for a cab?"
You halt, eyes widening in both recognition and surprise. Turning to your side, you face Seungcheol, the first person you wanted to see but the last person you expected to see.
"What." You blink, trying not to throw yourself at him. This was no delusion; he stood right in front of you, his ridiculously handsome face mere inches away.
Taking a deep breath, you continue. "How long were you waiting for?"
"Not for long."
You caress his cheeks, cold and tinged a light shade of pink by the night's breeze. Liar. You lean forward, hands holding his as you press your lips against his cheeks.
"I love you.''
Cheeks turning a darker shade of pink and smile widening, he mumbles back. "Love you too."
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✰ seungcheol x gn. reader ; fluff ; 0.3k
"Are you done?"
You hum, placing your phone between your shoulder and ear as you sling your bag across your shoulder. It's later than the time you usually clock out from work.
“I'll be back in half an hour, give or take."
It will take a lot more than half an hour, given the traffic at this hour and the fact that you can't teleport. You both know that, but don't voice it.
"Okay."
The line gets cut with that. You frown, a part of you expecting a little more than 'okay' as you stare at the contact's profile, a candid photo of your boyfriend you had taken on a movie date night at home. You check your messaging app, but the last text — ill be late today :(— was sent by you at around five in the evening. Your lips quirk when you scroll past the infamous meme of the girl smiling in front of the burning house he had sent earlier that morning, the caption over the building being the name of your workplace. You had replied with the crying emoji to his #free(name) text.
Lord, you missed him.
Sighing, you walk out of the building. A little of the life working overtime sucked away returns when you walk into the streets. Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice when he matches his stride to yours.
"Looking for a cab?"
You halt, eyes widening in both recognition and surprise. Turning to your side, you face Seungcheol, the first person you wanted to see but the last person you expected to see.
"What." You blink, trying not to throw yourself at him. This was no delusion; he stood right in front of you, his ridiculously handsome face mere inches away.
Taking a deep breath, you continue. "How long were you waiting for?"
"Not for long."
You caress his cheeks, cold and tinged a light shade of pink by the night's breeze. Liar. You lean forward, hands holding his as you press your lips against his cheeks.
"I love you.''
Cheeks turning a darker shade of pink and smile widening, he mumbles back. "Love you too."
✰ mingyu x gn. reader ; fluff ; 0.3k
is everything alright? :(
You gaze at the pastel blue Post-it attached to the cup of tea Mingyu hands over, lips quirking upwards. You look up as he sits next to you on the couch, quiet but eyes soft and full of concern, a reminder that you are not entirely alone. You tighten your grip on the cup, a comforting warmth seeping into your fingers before the words leave your lips, taking with them the burden.
As you speak, the dark clouds hovering around your mind give way to calm reasoning. You should've checked the weather forecast today and accordingly carried an umbrella. You wouldn’t have soiled your shirt had your grip on your can of orange soda been tighter. You could’ve dealt with the paper jam in the printer if you hadn't let the panic of others standing behind in queue, impatiently waiting for their turn to use the printer, overwhelm you.
You should’ve, you could’ve; the list is endless.
You look away, feeling self-conscious, your rant steadily losing its tempo. You place your cup on the side table. “It’s nothing serious, just a-”
“Terrible day.” Mingyu completes for you, wrapping his arms around you. Mumbling an affirmative into his shoulder, you let yourself melt into the hug, a hug you needed. Mingyu felt like being bundled up in a blanket on a cold night, and maybe, you think, that maybe not all things were unsalvageable.
With a light squeeze, he pulls you closer. “Should we order from that place on Fourth Street for dinner?”
Seated on your ancient couch in your far-from-perfect shared apartment and realising that he will be there for you and you for him, you don’t think a better moment could describe love. Shifting from your position to face him and warmth rushing to your face, you reply. “I love you.”
He stares at you, processing your confession (which he hopes is the first of many to come).
“Me or,” he raises an eyebrow, “the pad see ew?”
“You.”
The sheer bluntness in your monosyllabic answer makes his heart soar. Biting the inside of his cheek to stop the stupid grin threatening to take over, he kisses your forehead. “I love you too.”
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✰ mingyu x gn. reader ; fluff ; 0.3k
is everything alright? :(
You gaze at the pastel blue Post-it attached to the cup of tea Mingyu hands over, lips quirking upwards. You look up as he sits next to you on the couch, quiet but eyes soft and full of concern, a reminder that you are not entirely alone. You tighten your grip on the cup, a comforting warmth seeping into your fingers before the words leave your lips, taking with them the burden.
As you speak, the dark clouds hovering around your mind give way to calm reasoning. You should've checked the weather forecast today and accordingly carried an umbrella. You wouldn’t have soiled your shirt had your grip on your can of orange soda been tighter. You could’ve dealt with the paper jam in the printer if you hadn't let the panic of others standing behind in queue, impatiently waiting for their turn to use the printer, overwhelm you.
You should’ve, you could’ve; the list is endless.
You look away, feeling self-conscious, your rant steadily losing its tempo. You place your cup on the side table. “It’s nothing serious, just a-”
“Terrible day.” Mingyu completes for you, wrapping his arms around you. Mumbling an affirmative into his shoulder, you let yourself melt into the hug, a hug you needed. Mingyu felt like being bundled up in a blanket on a cold night, and maybe, you think, that maybe not all things were unsalvageable.
With a light squeeze, he pulls you closer. “Should we order from that place on Fourth Street for dinner?”
Seated on your ancient couch in your far-from-perfect shared apartment and realising that he will be there for you and you for him, you don’t think a better moment could describe love. Shifting from your position to face him and warmth rushing to your face, you reply. “I love you.”
He stares at you, processing your confession (which he hopes is the first of many to come).
“Me or,” he raises an eyebrow, “the pad see ew?”
“You.”
The sheer bluntness in your monosyllabic answer makes his heart soar. Biting the inside of his cheek to stop the stupid grin threatening to take over, he kisses your forehead. “I love you too.”
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✰ mingyu x gn. reader ; fluff ; 0.3k
is everything alright? :(
You gaze at the pastel blue Post-it attached to the cup of tea Mingyu hands over, lips quirking upwards. You look up as he sits next to you on the couch, quiet but eyes soft and full of concern, a reminder that you are not entirely alone. You tighten your grip on the cup, a comforting warmth seeping into your fingers before the words leave your lips, taking with them the burden.
As you speak, the dark clouds hovering around your mind give way to calm reasoning. You should've checked the weather forecast today and accordingly carried an umbrella. You wouldn’t have soiled your shirt had your grip on your can of orange soda been tighter. You could’ve dealt with the paper jam in the printer if you hadn't let the panic of others standing behind in queue, impatiently waiting for their turn to use the printer, overwhelm you.
You should’ve, you could’ve; the list is endless.
You look away, feeling self-conscious, your rant steadily losing its tempo. You place your cup on the side table. “It’s nothing serious, just a-”
“Terrible day.” Mingyu completes for you, wrapping his arms around you. Mumbling an affirmative into his shoulder, you let yourself melt into the hug, a hug you needed. Mingyu felt like being bundled up in a blanket on a cold night, and maybe, you think, that maybe not all things were unsalvageable.
With a light squeeze, he pulls you closer. “Should we order from that place on Fourth Street for dinner?”
Seated on your ancient couch in your far-from-perfect shared apartment and realising that he will be there for you and you for him, you don’t think a better moment could describe love. Shifting from your position to face him and warmth rushing to your face, you reply. “I love you.”
He stares at you, processing your confession (which he hopes is the first of many to come).
“Me or,” he raises an eyebrow, “the pad see ew?”
“You.”
The sheer bluntness in your monosyllabic answer makes his heart soar. Biting the inside of his cheek to stop the stupid grin threatening to take over, he kisses your forehead. “I love you too.”
hi babes its your resident gyu stan :D
so heres my 4 requests (i made it 4 feel free ignore whichever you dont want to do) [also um i hope this is what you asked for if not then you can just do whatever you want ill eat everything you give me]
- cheol + the reader gaming [idk who wins but i think we know the answer]
- mingyu + the reader and him sharing their first 'i love you'
- kwannie + angst [um sorry i aint creative]
- seokmin + his obsession over being king arthur
hiii user I have an unending bae list to simp for. thanks for the requests <33 here's the mingyu one. I'll tag you in the others as and when I post.
✰ mingyu x gn. reader ; fluff ; 0.3k
is everything alright? :(
You gaze at the pastel blue Post-it attached to the cup of tea Mingyu hands over, lips quirking upwards. You look up as he sits next to you on the couch, quiet but eyes soft and full of concern, a reminder that you are not entirely alone. You tighten your grip on the cup, a comforting warmth seeping into your fingers before the words leave your lips, taking with them the burden.
As you speak, the dark clouds hovering around your mind give way to calm reasoning. You should've checked the weather forecast today and accordingly carried an umbrella. You wouldn’t have soiled your shirt had your grip on your can of orange soda been tighter. You could’ve dealt with the paper jam in the printer if you hadn't let the panic of others standing behind in queue, impatiently waiting for their turn to use the printer, overwhelm you.
You should’ve, you could’ve; the list is endless.
You look away, feeling self-conscious, your rant steadily losing its tempo. You place your cup on the side table. “It’s nothing serious, just a-”
“Terrible day.” Mingyu completes for you, wrapping his arms around you. Mumbling an affirmative into his shoulder, you let yourself melt into the hug, a hug you needed. Mingyu felt like being bundled up in a blanket on a cold night, and maybe, you think, that maybe not all things were unsalvageable.
With a light squeeze, he pulls you closer. “Should we order from that place on Fourth Street for dinner?”
Seated on your ancient couch in your far-from-perfect shared apartment and realising that he will be there for you and you for him, you don’t think a better moment could describe love. Shifting from your position to face him and warmth rushing to your face, you reply. “I love you.”
He stares at you, processing your confession (which he hopes is the first of many to come).
“Me or,” he raises an eyebrow, “the pad see ew?”
“You.”
The sheer bluntness in your monosyllabic answer makes his heart soar. Biting the inside of his cheek to stop the stupid grin threatening to take over, he kisses your forehead. “I love you too.”