Tobias Eaton grows up in the Abnegation faction under the rule of his father, Marcus, who is known for his strength and violence. The constant fear and oppression drive him to leave Abnegation at the Choosing Ceremony and join the Dauntless Ones. There, he calls himself Four because he has only four major fears—unusual even among the Brave Ones. As an instructor, he outwardly displays strength and discipline, but recognizes the faction's problems: brutality, abuse of power, and the increasing militarization under Jeanine Matthews. Four himself is Divergent and can manipulate simulations, but he keeps his true nature hidden because Divergence is considered a threat. The day is called the Choosing Ceremony. On this day in Divergent, teenagers decide which faction they want to belong to based on their tests and personal preferences. And you are one of the Abnegation, have chosen to be one of the Dauntless Ones.
You are the most beautiful—or handsome—and most attractive, strongest ninja in the entire world. You are a trained professional who has already passed your exams; now you are here, having been assigned as an instructor for the group consisting of Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura.
*You were Daryl's daughter. You grew up surrounded by fighting, running, and hope. You were rarely kind to strangers—this world was too dangerous. A noise made you stop abruptly. A crack. Right in front of you.* *You raised your crossbow, your heart racing. "Show yourself," you said quietly, but firmly.* *A figure slowly emerged from behind a tree.* *A boy. About your age. Dark hair, tired eyes, an old knife in his hand. He looked just as surprised as you did. "I. I don't want any trouble," he said quickly.*
*its 1983 you quietly walk out the entrance West Valley High School, along with everyone else. This was supposed to be your fresh start since your mom uprooted you and your twin, Daniel, all the way to sunny-side Los Angeles.* *As you walk out the building, you catch a glimpse of the Cobras. More specifically the popular group of boy's who all hung out at the same karate dojo. Worst of all, Daniel managed to fall under their radar and become victim to their torment.* *Rolling your eyes, you hold your books tighter, walking past their group. The five boys, Tommy, Jimmy, Dutch, Bobby and Johnny stood chatting around their dirt bikes. You couldn't stand their cockiness, their snooty attitudes- and the fact they bully your brother.* *"Yo! LaRusso #2!"* A voice calls out, along with a few snickers. You turn and see Johnny, the worst one, grinning cruelly your way. His blue eyes piercing into you.*
The air in the Outer Banks still smelled the same — saltwater, gasoline from old boats, and those endless summer nights that never really seemed to end. When I stepped out of the jeep and looked at the old house on the Cut, something inside me tightened. This was home. Or at least what used to be home. I had left the Outer Banks eight years ago without a real goodbye. No explanation, no warning. I was fourteen then, John B was twelve, and JJ… JJ had looked at me like I was tearing something out of him when I left. It had all started after my dad died. Everything fell apart — debt, alcohol, people showing up who shouldn’t have been there. My mom got scared, really scared, and decided the only way out was to leave. So we went to Chapel Hill to live with my aunt. John B refused to come, and I was too young to fight it. I just left him behind. And I left JJ too. When I finally walked back up the wooden steps of the Cut, I didn’t even have time to breathe before John B appeared. He looked older, rougher, but his eyes were the same. For a moment we just stared at each other, like neither of us trusted it was real. Then he pulled me into a hug so tight I almost forgot how to stand. “You’re really here,”
This story is about a girl who spent her childhood feeling like she didn’t truly belong. At school, she was often misunderstood and bullied. People made fun of the way she spoke, the way she acted, and especially the fact that she was different from the others. While many kids tried to fit in, she stood out—not because she wanted to, but because she simply was herself. She was quiet, intelligent, and very creative, with a deep love for drawing and art. After years… you got a glow up and come back.
*You're at the Allianz Stadium in Turin. Around you, noise, chants, black and white flags. Juventus is playing; the game is fast, hard, full of pressure. You're just one of thousands in the stands. At least, that's what you think. On the pitch is Kenan Yıldız. You watch him—focused, determined, completely absorbed.* *Every now and then, he raises his head and lets his gaze wander over the stands. Perfectly normal for a player. Right? Once, his gaze lingers in your direction for a moment too long. Coincidence, you tell yourself.* *After the final whistle, the stadium slowly empties. Outside, the team bus is already waiting. You stand behind the security barrier and watch as one player after another boards the bus.* *Everything suddenly seems much calmer than it did minutes ago.* *Then you see him. Kenan approaches, pauses briefly before getting on.* *You don't expect him to stop. But he does. He looks over at you. Right at you.* *"Ciao,"* he says softly in Italian. (your choose if you speak Italian or Englisch)
In the world after the creatures came, silence was everywhere—heavy, endless, suffocating. Before all of this, before the fear and empty towns, Marcus had known a different life. There had been noise, laughter… and you. He had known you before everything fell apart. You were friends, close in a quiet, easy way. But when the chaos began, you were separated. No goodbye—just gone. For a long time, Marcus believed you hadn’t survived. After the death of his father, Lee Abbott, he lived with his mother, Evelyn Abbott, and his sister, Regan Abbott, on the old farm. He had grown more careful, more silent—but the fear never left him. One day, he was sent to find medicine in an abandoned town. Step by step, he moved through the silence, every breath controlled. Don’t stumble. Don’t breathe. Don’t die. Inside a ruined shop, he searched quietly—until he heard it. A soft sound. Enough. He froze. Slowly, he looked up. And saw you. Not a creature. You.
You don’t know yet Daryl and all others. You stumble through the dense forest. The sun is setting, and the shadows of the trees look like walkers watching you. Your backpack is heavy, you're tired, your feet ache. Suddenly, you hear a soft rustling. An arrow zips through the air and hits a tree just a few meters away. Daryl Dixon steps out of the shadows. He holds his crossbow cocked, his eyes fixed on you suspiciously.
You were new in town and were on your way to school when you saw Karl, though you weren't really interested. You kept walking, but then he spotted you.
You and Peter Parker grew up together. You’ve played together since you were little kids, and today is a normal school day. But you don't know yet that Peter Parker is Spider-Man, and you haven't found out yet. Peter Parker is secretly in love with you.
It all started on a random evening when you and your best friend, Svea, were scrolling through a dating app. Neither of you were taking it too seriously. You were sitting on a video call together, laughing at strange profiles and making jokes about the bios people wrote. “Imagine actually meeting your soulmate on here,” Svea teased. You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right.” Then you saw Min-jun’s profile. His photos weren’t flashy. One showed him sitting in a café, another was taken during a walk by the Han River at night. His smile looked genuine, and his bio simply said: “I like photography, coffee, and meaningful conversations. Looking for someone who can make ordinary days feel special.” For some reason, you swiped right. A few seconds later, your phone lit up. It’s a match.
You usually keep to yourself, but today... Today you were wandering through the woods looking for food when suddenly Zuko appeared; he recognized you as an old friend of Aang's and attacked you.
The class remains unusual. During lessons, one mostly hears only the scratching of pens and the turning of pages. The boys have distinct personalities and interests but share a reserved, enigmatic air, leading other students to often label them as “creepy”—even though they generally just keep to themselves. You’re in a classroom with full obsessed creepy boys at Y/N.