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konohokelly · 3 months ago

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Are You Not Entertained? (Toxic! Marvel Sanford x Toxic! Reader HCs) (1/3)

Summary: As a career you only have one goal, volunteer for the hunger games and bring pride to your district, but you happen to be an emotionally unstable individual and your district partner is your ex…

You and Marvel are the anti-EverLark.

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, trash fire relationships, emotional abuse, referenced smut, smut, public sex, SO MUCH MESSINESS, both reader and Marvel are toxic, reader has anger issues, reader fights other women over a man, emotionally manipulative Marvel, physical abuse, reader puts hands on Marvel, insecure reader, reader isn’t nice, reader has no shame, reader often goes from 0 to 100, trashy behaviour on TV.

No use of Y/N. This has been sitting in my drafts for over a year😭

THIS RELATIONSHIP IS FULL OF CLASSIC REALITY TV COUPLE TRASHINESS. THINK OF RON & SAMMIE FROM JERSEY SHORE, CHRISEAN & BLUEFACE, ANFISA & GEORGE FROM 90 DAYS, BIG BROTHER, THE BACHELOR, LOVE IS BLIND etc.

BEFORE THE GAMES:

— Marvel was your first real love.

— You two started seeing each other when you were younger, even though it wasn't allowed at the career academy.

— You were known around the academy for your mood swings, you could go from fun and carefree to violently angry in a split second.

— Marvel wasn't thrown off by it, unlike most people, but he did know how to set your moods off like no other.

— Sometimes unknowingly but oftentimes knowingly, he would say or do things that would drive you absolutely insane and start heated arguments that ultimately ended with him saying sorry and you forgiving him.

— Your temper flares were fun for him.

— He wasn't shy about hanging out with other girls, and your possessive nature couldn't put up with it.

— At some point you got tired of intimidating every girl you saw within five inches of him.

— So you addressed the root of the problem and talked to him about your hard-set boundaries, but he didn't stop.

— Eventually, one of your fights escalated to you breaking stuff and just being an all around uncontrollable force of negativity.

— Your break-up was of epic proportions, and you spent years hating each other after it.

— You channelled most of your anger into your training, becoming one of the most ferocious students at the District 1 Career Academy.

— Glimmer was originally selected to go into the games, but when she broke her arm a day before the reaping, you were next up.

— You couldn't be happier. You would finally get to make your district proud.

— When you found out Marvel was selected too, you were mad. This meant you might have to ally with him.

—But then you realized it meant you may get a chance to stab him in that smug face of his.

— After volunteering, to the cheering of your family and friends, you and Marvel shook hands as was customary, and you made sure to dig your fingernails into his palm till blood was drawn.

— But that amused smirk didn't leave his face.

THE TRAIN:

— The Capitol was a bit less than a day away, so you and Marvel didn't have a ton of time on the train.

— Cashmere and Gloss, your mentors, told you to present as a united front, it would make good TV.

— Marvel was an easy sell. He was charismatic and funny, he'd always been the "cool guy" who was popular with teachers and students alike. His haughty and coy temperament gave him an edge.

— Glimmer had her pretty girl thing going, and had been strategically matched as Marvel's District partner to maximize the amount of sponsors they would get.

— Their pairing was supposed to represent the kind of people one wished they were or were friends with in school. Their draw was how aspirational they were.

— You had been taught to be an Enobaria-type of tribute, cold, mysterious and vicious. Of course, you were vicious, but you were neither cold nor mysterious. You were an open book who made your problems everyone else's.

— Your mentors had been nervous about how you and Marvels brands fit together.

— You and Marvel sat together on the train for the sole purpose of discussing strategy.

— You finished talking strategy fairly quickly, after all, you had spent your entire lives preparing for this moment.

— You ended up spending the whole day getting to know each other again, messing around and talking about everything and nothing.

"I bet you can't do this" he said as he flipped a blueberry into his mouth, missing completely and getting it in his eye.

"Can you get any dumber?" you rolled your eyes but let out a genuine laugh.

"I'm not gonna lie, I kinda missed this. Y’know, us hanging out " Marvel told you, rubbing at his slightly irritated eye.

"Well, you should have appreciated it when you had it"

"We were 15 then" he laughed it off and just like that he had got you mad in a way that only he knew how to.

"There you go deflecting, like always" you started, "Do you even know what personal accountability is-"

He grabbed your chin before you could finish, turning you to face him.

"You saying you didn't miss me?" He asked.

You just scoffed, pulling away from him harshly. You turned as your cheeks heated up.

— By the time you reached the Capitol, you felt like stabbing him in the face a little less.

THE CHARIOTS:

— At the front of the line of horse-drawn chariots, you felt on top of the world. This was your moment, and there was nowhere in Panem you would rather be.

— It was clear Marvel felt the same way. You both smiled and blew kisses.

— With some hard work, one of you might be joining the ranks of the victors.

— At the end of the parade, you didn't notice the chariots coming to an abrupt halt, making you jerk back and nearly fall.

— But to your surprise, Marvel's hand was swiftly at the small of your back, bracing you from stumbling to the ground.

"You okay?"

"Yeah" you say, red dusting your cheeks.

Trying to seem unflustered, you take off your silly headpiece, "we should go meet District 2. You know, see what the actual competition's like".

— That night, you can't sleep from the sheer excitement of finally being here. So you're enjoying the spa treatments when Marvel drops by.

— He can't sleep, either.

— You talk for a while, but soon find yourselves leaning in.

— The kiss is gentle, but more practised than the ones you shared as kids.

— Soon enough, it's a full-blown make out session.

TRAINING:

— You and Marvel are glued to each other's sides during training. If he was practising spears so were you, if you were at the survival section so was he.

— You both stuck around the other careers for the most part, taunting the other tributes

— You all worked as a unit to instill dread in the other tributes for what was to come.

— You also scoped out potential threats together.

— The biggest threat to present itself was Thresh. He was just as buff as Cato and almost as tall as Marvel, making him one of the largest tributes in the games, and he wasn't willing to be an ally to the careers.

— When you two weren't with the others or practising your skills, you would sneak off into corners to kiss and feel each other up.

Marvel towers over you, pressing your back pressed against a wall by the bathrooms as his lips moved feverishly against yours, one of his hands rested by your head and the other fondled your breasts.

Your own hands tangled in his hair and forcing him closer.

You took one and snaked it into his trousers, making him groan and press harder against you.

Your eyes snap open when you hear a gasp.

The girl from District 12 stood there, staring at you with wide eyes.

You pulled back from Marvel and turned to the District 12 girl. Marvel followed your gaze, turning his head slightly and narrowing his eyes.

"Got a problem, 12?" She asked, a looming threat behind her words.

“See something you like?” Marvel added

The girl walked away like she didn't see anything.

Marvel leaned back into you, but you stopped him, caressing the short hairs on the back of his neck.

"We should get back in there"

With one last kiss, you walked back onto the main floor.

— You and Marvel would spend your evenings together, enjoying the luxury items your district provided the Capitol with in your 1st floor quarters.

— Cuddling up on the couch, talking about your lives, your dreams and who you planned to kill first.

— Most of yours being tributes you thought looked at you wrong.

— On the second day of training, the nagging voice in your head, always begging for reassurances, forced you to ask Marvel what you two were,

"You're my girlfriend, aren't you?" he replied

— That was all you needed to allow yourself to fall head over heels for him again.

— Most nights were spent in each other's beds, getting hot and heavy.

— It almost felt like a honeymoon.

— Your mentors found out about you two on the day your scores were announced.

— They didn't like it at first, but both of you had a history prior to volunteering, so technically the rules applied to you both a bit differently.

— It was Glosses idea to use your relationship to pull in more sponsors. It wasn't the united front he'd originally intended, but maybe it was even better.

— All you had to do was introduce yourselves as a sweet couple the Capitol could root for, it couldn't be that hard.

THE INTERVIEW:

— Marvel was up first.

— As you stood backstage waiting for Caesar Flickeman to finish his welcoming statements, you and Marvel got into a little tiff that eventually spiralled into a nasty argument.

"You hate my dress" You said angrily, holding yourself back from screaming in his face like you desperately wanted to.

"I didn't even say that" he defended, irritated.

"Oh, so you just hate ME in it?"

"I didn't say that, either. What is wrong with you?" He seethed.

"There's nothing wrong with me. The problem here is you, you prick".

You tried to stop them, but the tears of sadness and frustration flowed on their own accord.

"Oh my- Why are you crying right now? Do you always have to make a scene? You’re so annoying and needy, I can do so much better than you, I deserve so much better”

“You think you can do better then go ahead!”

“Maybe I will!”

"Fuck you, Marvel. I hope you make a fool of yourself out there".

"You-"

His name is called before he can get another word in, it's his turn to go up on stage.

— Marvel is a good actor, as soon as he stepped on stage, the funny guy persona took over. Nobody would have been able to tell he'd just had a fight with his girlfriend beforehand.

— The questions are easy, up until he was asked if he had a special girl in District 1.

"Well, I do have a special girl from home, but... we've been having problems"

"Problems you say?" Caesar leaned in, intrigued.

"She's can be a little, y'know-" Marvel circles his pointer finger by his head, hinting at said girl's insanity.

The room bursts out in laughter.

"...and she's mad at me, so yeah it's been hard"

"Hopefully she'll find it in her heart to forgive you when you return to her as a victor?"

"You can ask her, she's backstage"

The audience explodes with excitement.

Caesar is absolutely ecstatic at the turn of events,

"Is that commotion I hear backstage?", Caesar's eyes wide as he asks.

"That would be her" Marvel states and they both laugh

— The commotion was you.

— Your stylists had just cleaned up your smudged mascara, but after Marvel had gone out there and made you sound crazy, the angry tears came back in full force.

— You had to be physically restrained by peacekeepers to keep you from jumping on Marvel when he exited the stage.

— With no time for any more touch ups, you were called on by Caesar.

— Everyone wanted crazy? Oh, you were going to give them crazy.

— You came out with mascara lines running down your face.

— Angrily, you bounced across the stage, stopping to give a "what?!" gesture to the crowd as they cheered you on, overjoyed that the circus was in town.

— Caesar started out fairly unintrusive with his questions, but soon enough he got into the nitty-gritty.

"Now tell me, we heard quite the story from your district partner, or should I say boyfriend..."

You sat back and scoffed

"...the people of Panem want to know what's going on?"

They all cheered.

"I'll tell you what's going on Caesar, Marvel is a snake, you can't trust him! He'll use your heart and break it!" You lean forward as you yell.

The audience jump out their seats, screaming with excitement.

"And do you have anything to say to Marvel? Maybe something for us all to hear?" Caesar pries.

"Yes..."

You look directly at the camera, knowing he'll be watching.

"... Marvel, we're OVER!" you scream.

The crowd goes absolutely wild, cheering both your names.

— The elevator ride is tense for you and Marvel, but it's hard to focus on being angry when your mentors, escort, and stylists won't shut up about how much the Capitol is loving you two.

— You've definitely killed all hopes of coming off as an Enobaria-type, but it looked like raving wild was even more of a hit than cold and mysterious.

— You and Marvel don't speak at dinner.

— That night as you lie in bed you can't sleep, and this time it's not from excitement.

— As the games quickly approach, the reality of what's about to happen begins dawning on you.

— You could die in there. You might even have to kill him.

— How you wished he could be holding you right now.

— You got up to apologize, but on opening the door, you found him standing right there.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"I'm sorry too"

— you both sat out on the terrace, you on his lap as he held you. You eventually found your way to bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.

I’m obsessed with Jack Quaid in Scream and The Boys 😭

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