#more like district ate.. am i right.

[hyunpic]

240329 | HYUNJIN - DISTRICT 9 © ACE

#hyunjin #skz #stray kids #bystay #staydaily #gifs #cw: flashing #more like district ate.. am i right. #im making noises like a lawnmower that’s out of fuel but someone is still trying to start it desperately. wroomgfhhhbrrr wroommgrbhhhrrr

[coryosmin]

Confessions - Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW Content MDNI, Talks of Trauma from Hunger Games, Talks of Prostitution, emotional sex, vaginal fingering, p in v, i love yous during sex, friends with benefits, sex with feelings, unprotected sex

please guys this is 3,000 words 😭😭😭

based off of an ask to do finnick x shy reader and one where reader admits her feelings for Finnick because her crush on him is so obvious (i definitely did not make the crush part obvious but pls enjoy it nevertheless)

It all started when you had won your Hunger Games. You were the victor of the 69th Hunger Games from District 4. You had grown close to Finnick as he was your mentor during your time as a tribute. And the night before the Games, you had confided in him with all of your fears, all of your weepiness, your goodbyes.

So when you won your games, it was more than a shock to you. You were in a daze. You didn’t comprehend that you won right away. When you had gotten picked up by the hovercraft, you didn’t react. When Finnick greeted you with a bone-crushing hug, you thought it was nothing more than your imagination. Nothing felt real. Not after murdering all of those innocent children simply as a means of survival. Your victory interview passed like a blur. You didn’t even realize when President Snow had gifted you the crown. You didn’t even realize how you had gotten on to the train back home.

You had been in this daze until you arrived back in District Four and heard the ocean for the first time in two weeks. You had been moved to a house in Victor’s Village without your family. Being eighteen years old, you didn’t need to rely on them any longer. So, in your daze, when you saw the ocean for the first time, it hit you. Everything hit you all at once. You were lucky that it had been only Finnick who guided you to your home.

You immediately began to cry, shaking as you understood what all happened. You had killed ten of the twenty-three other tributes which is more than what previous Victors had. You went through hell and back, so much emotional and physical turmoil, and now the repercussions of it all were finally catching up to you. And Finnick? He hugged you immediately, rubbing your bath soothingly as he held you tight, squeezing you to ground you.

The next six months that had followed was all about Finnick being there for you. He made sure you ate, he helped you find a hobby to help you process everything, he was there for you through all of it. And when your victory tour had arrived, you were almost yourself again.

That was until you had spoken to President Snow and everything you had any hopes for came crashing down. To become the Capitol’s Black Bird, he said. You were so shy and humble, you’re attractive too. President Snow thought you were desirable. And therefore, you must become an asset to the Capitol or he will kill everyone you love.

And you couldn’t have that.

That night when you had gotten back from your victory party, Finnick had noticed something was off about you and asked if you had spoken to President Snow. To which you began to cry. You were eighteen years old when you did your games, now being nineteen years old. You hadn’t had sex yet let alone your first kiss. A week later when the news had finally sunk in and you came to terms with it back in District 4, you lost your virginity to Finnick. He suggested the idea saying “I know what it’s like to have that choice taken away from you. You can say no of course but if you’d like, I am here.” So you shyly said yes. It was magical.

And friends with benefits situations were made. Whenever you guys had gone to the Capitol to entertain the Capitol citizens, you both would end up going at the same time, attending the same events. And when you’d get back to the penthouse, you both sought comfort in each other.

Three years later, at the 72nd Hunger Games, you and Finnick were mentors like you have been in the past three years. You both had just gotten back to the District Four Tribute suite with your fellow tributes from the tribute interviews. Everyone had made their ways to their bedrooms, knowing tomorrow would be the beginning of the Games. You unfortunately knew what that meant. Sponsors in the Capitol tend to place bets on their favorite tribute. However, in order for your tributes to get sponsors, you practically have to whore yourself out. It was disgusting but unfortunately something you were used to.

You felt saddened by the thought, knowing tomorrow your tributes will be in the arena and rather than actively helping them, you’ll be getting fucked by some random Capitol stranger in hopes they’ll sponsor your tributes. It was disgusting.

You had gotten yourself showered and into pajamas, wanting to wash off all of the makeup you were wearing. And when you were finished, you had gone to Finnick’s room. He understood how you felt as he currently has to go through the same thing, even doing it before you became a mentor. He likely did it when you were in your own games. You sighed before knocking on Finnick’s door.

A few minutes later, Finnick answered the door in just a towel wrapped around his torso. He gave a small smile before letting you into the room, closing the door behind you. “Hello,” He greeted, walking back into his bathroom.

“Hi,” Came the soft tone of your voice. Your cheeks were slightly red at the sight of Finnick. You’ve seen one another naked so many times and yet he never failed to make you blush. “I just didn’t feel like being alone, i-if that’s okay.” You said as you sat down on the bed.

Finnick walked back out of the bathroom in a pair of underwear, taking a seat next to you on the bed. “Of course that’s okay,” He replied, giving a soft smile. “Anything on your mind?”

You gave a small and sad smile. “Just what tomorrow brings.”

Finnick nodded in understanding, reaching an arm out to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. “It’s going to be tough. It always is.” He said, sighing. He pressed a kiss to your forehead which definitely made your heart flutter more than it should.

You didn’t reply, just allowing yourself that moment to be held by Finnick. You’d never admit it out loud, it would be too embarrassing, but you loved just being in his presence. You loved the feeling he gave you when you were with him. How he always listened to what you had to say, how he never failed to comfort you, just like you never failed to comfort him, he’s helped you through so much. And you couldn’t help the feelings you had for him. But with your current positions, a relationship would not be possible. And it was the sad truth.

You and Finnick sat there in silence for a few minutes until he placed his pointer finger and thumb under your chin, lifting your head up. “I’m going to kiss you, okay?” He murmured softly, his green eyes looking into your beautiful [color] one’s.

You simply nodded your head. And Finnick gently placed his lips on yours. His kisses were always so soft and gentle, like you were the most delicate thing in the world. It warms your heart. You kissed him back just as gently, your eyes closing naturally. Soon the kiss began to get more heated, his tongue exploring your mouth as you allowed it to. And eventually, Finnick’s hand was at the hem of your shirt. He pulled away briefly. “May I?” He asked breathlessly, asking for your permission to take your shirt off.

God he was perfect. You shyly nodded your head, biting your lip as you did so. Finnick gave a small smile as he lifted your shirt up, throwing it onto the floor. You weren’t wearing a bra underneath so your breasts were just exposed. “Can I touch you?” His voice held the same breathless tone as he asked.

“Yes.” Your voice was so soft and quiet.

Finnick leaned in to kiss you again, bringing his hands to grip your shoulders briefly before cupping your boobs. He kneaded the flesh, massaging them gently in his hand. You let out a small whimper into Finnick’s mouth as he began to play with your nipple while his hand played with the other one. You ran your hand through his hair, careful to not tug on it. Finnick pushed you down gently, laying you on the mattress. His mouth never leaving your boob as he leans on you.

He moves his mouth to your other breast, doing the same with it as he done previously so. You bit your lip to avoid moans escaping your mouth. You’ve been sleeping with him for so long and yet, you were still too shy to make noise for him. Finnick trailed his hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your pants. His green eyes look up at yours, as if asking for permission. And you nod your head in confirmation. He sneaks a hand into your pajama pants, realizing you weren’t wearing panties. “Going commando tonight, huh?” He teased against your skin.

You blushed. “Uh…” You bit your lip. Finnick simply chuckled as he began to kiss your chest and abdomen. His fingers trailed your slit, causing you to gasp as he spread your wetness around.

“You’re always so wet for me,” He murmured, kissing right above your naval. His thumb began to toy at your clit, rubbing it in sweet and slow circles. You continued to bite your lip as you inhaled sharply. He slowly eased a finger inside of you, causing you to whimper as he continued to rub your clit with his thumb. He immediately curled his finger, causing you to actually moan. You covered your mouth with your hand, embarrassed. “Don’t hide your moans from me, darling. I want to know that you feel good,” Finnick said reassuringly.

You were still quite shy, being embarrassed of making noise. Finnick moved his thumb off of your clit to give him better access to finger you. His finger moved slowly inside of you, hitting your g-spot so nicely. You closed your eyes as you relished in the pleasure. And after a few moments he added another finger and then a third. And you couldn’t help the small moans escaping your mouth as he fingered you. You felt the familiar clench in your abdomen as your orgasm approached, causing you to arch your back. “Cum for me darling, you’re doing so good,” Finnick praised, pressing a kiss on to your stomach.

When your thighs clamped shut, your walls contracting on his fingers and your body began to quiver as your orgasm overtook you, Finnick was praising you, telling you how beautiful you were and how lovely you felt around his fingers. It was actually quite magical. And when you came down from your high, you were breathless and couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you as you looked at Finnick. His eyes were full of such…adoration and there was a softness to them. He looked almost as though he were in love. But you quickly pushed that thought away.

“Do you want to continue or are you done for the night?” Finnick asked softly, taking his hand out of your pants.

You bit your lip before replying. “Need you, Finnick.”

And with that, Finnick grinned. He stood up from the bed, standing at the end. He reached forward to grab the waistline of your pajama pants, pulling them off of your body as gently as possible before throwing them to the other side of his room. He took off his own boxers, revealing his cock to the cool air.

He crawled back on to the bed, hovering over you as you opened your legs to him. He held himself up by his arms. “You’re sure you want this, darling?” He asked you softly, looking into your beautiful eyes.

“Yes.” You nodded your head, reaching up to caress his cheek. Finnick kissed your wrist as he reached an arm in between the two of you, guiding his cock to your pussy. He spread your wetness around with his cock before lining up with your entrance. He leaned down to kiss you as he slowly eased himself into you.

You moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Finnick’s neck. And as he entered you all the way, he pulled away slightly, leaning his forehead against yours. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He whispered, already breathless. You looked into his eyes, your heart fluttering in your chest. He gave you a few moments to adjust before he slowly began moving inside of you.

Finnick let out a soft moan as he thrusted slowly, leaning down to bury his face in your neck. Your other arm wrapped around Finnick’s shoulder as you moaned softly in his ear. The closeness to Finnick, the feeling of him inside of you, making you feel so good. You closed your eyes in pleasure as he fucked you slowly. It felt different than all the times you guys have had sex. In fact, it felt very similarly to when you had lost your virginity to him.

Finnick began to move a little bit faster, still maintaining a slow pace as he relished in the pleasure of your wet cunt on his cock. “You feel so good, baby.” He murmured, moving his face to look you in the eyes.

You looked up at him as he continued to thrust into you. Your cheeks were red, your hair was sprawled out on the pillow. You looked absolutely beautiful to Finnick. And he looked so handsome as well. His cheeks were dusted red, his eyes were just so comforting and warm as you looked up at him. He always made you feel so good and just so wonderful. And you couldn’t help it when you moaned out “I love you,” in such a soft tone.

Finnick froze, stopping his movements as he heard you. “W-what did you say?” he stuttered as his heart fluttered in his chest.

Your eyes widened as you realized what you had said. “I-uh” Your heart was beating fast, suddenly worried about ruining this moment and even your friendship with Finnick. But as you looked up into his green eyes, you could see a flicker of hope. “I-I said I love you.” You whispered.

And suddenly Finnick whines, thrusting into you faster. “Fuck. I love you so much, baby,” He says, leaning down to kiss you. You whine and moan, arching your back as he fucks you so deeply. Finnick grabs your hand with his, intertwining your fingers as he holds them near your head. He pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily with his forehead on yours. “I love you,” He murmurs.

You look up at him so prettily, your eyes glistening with tears of pleasure and also of emotion. “I love you,” you murmured back, breathing just as heavily as he was.

Finnick’s pace quickened as he fucked into you hard. It was all so passionate and romantic as emotions were high. Your second orgasm of the night was approaching as you felt that pressure in your lower abdomen. Finnick must’ve been getting close too as he moaned, repeating the words “I love you” over and over again as he kisses your neck.

And after a few more thrusts, you’re cumming on his cock, your walls clenching around his member so tightly. Your fingers grasped his as your eyes closed in pleasure and you’re moaning. Shortly after, Finnick is cumming deep inside of you, burying his face in your shoulder, with a loud moan.

You both stayed like that for awhile, coming down from your orgasms as you stayed close to one another. And after a few minutes, Finnick pulled out of you, causing you to whine, but he stayed on top of you. He held himself up to look into your eyes. “Did you really mean it?” He asked, his tone holding a level of vulnerability to it.

You looked up at him and nodded your head. “I’ve loved you since I came out of the arena.” You murmured.

And Finnick couldn’t help it when his eyes began to water. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly to push away the tears before looking back at you. He cleared his throat. “I’ve loved you for so long, Y/N.” He said, removing his hand from yours to run it through your hair before caressing your face. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you so very much, Finnick.” You said, reaching your hand up to his face as well.

And thus began your relationship with Finnick. You guys stayed relatively the same but now with your feelings out in the open, you could enjoy more romantic evenings together in District Four. And every time either of you had to go to the Capitol, the other was always there to comfort them. You guys loved each other more than anything in the world.

Which is why it made it hard when you were both chosen for the 75th Annual Hunger Games.

END.

#the hunger games #fanfic #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair smut #finnick x y/n #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair imagine #thg finnick #thg series #thg

[lu-vin-it]

Luck | 2

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Part 1

Summary: Life with Coryo in the districts is hard.

Pairings: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Pronouns used: Gn! Use of “Mx.” and “Mxs.”

Word Count: 4,448

Warnings: Death, depression, use of morphling (but only as a pain medication.)

A/N: Okay so pt 2 is here! I am willing to do a part 3, but I wanted to leave that up to you guys cause if I do a part three then there will be a major falling out between Tigris and R, and if you’re anything like @lunatiqez and I, you are probably dreading it. Up to u guys!!

Also thank you to @/lunatiquez and @lemkay-luminary for proofreading! Ilysm!

“Coryo?” You ask as line breaks up. 

“Hm, yes?” You let out a relieved sigh. You hate when you lose connection, because Coryo only gets one call a week, and once it ends, it ends.

“Sorry, you cut out, what were you saying?” 

“It’s fine, I said I miss home.” He pauses with a small sigh. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Coryo. It’s not the same without you.” 

“Sejanus says hello, by the way.” 

You roll your eyes. “Tell him I said hi.” 

Coryo’s laughter fills the line. “I’ll make sure to say it with more enthusiasm.” 

“I’m sorry! I just don’t care for him. Though, I imagine he’s better than the District 12 idiots you have to slum with.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Tigris says she misses you.”

“I miss her too.” 

You hum. “Tessa’s been learning how to play the violin. She’s finally given up on the guitar. Thank goodness for that, too. Ever since Lucy Gray’s interview she’s been non stop playing it, and it’s like nails on a chalkboard. The violin, on the other hand, is gorgeous.” 

“That reminds me, I’ve been going to this bar called The Hob with the other Peacekeepers, and as it turns out, Lucy Gray sings there.” You always knew it was a possibility he’d run into her again, but you hoped it wouldn’t be this soon. 

“Really?” 

“Mhm. She asked about you, and she seemed almost upset when I told her we were together.” 

You smile and bite your lip. “You told her we were together?”

“I tell everyone we’re together.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Wouldn’t want anyone coming for what’s yours, right?” 

You smile, though you have to swallow a lump that forms in your throat. “Yeah.”

You cherish every single phone call you have with Coryo. He’s been gone for a month and a half now, and you miss him dearly. The weekly calls you were able to secure were great, but it’s not the same as seeing him every day. 

You’ve found other ways to fill the void though. You still ate most meals with Tigris and The Grandma’am, but you also started to hang out with your sister more. You brought her shopping with you a few times, and she started playing songs for you as soon as she learned them. 

“Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

You sit up straighter. “What is it?” 

“I think Sejanus is getting into some bad stuff..” You bite back the urge to say ‘Of course he is.’ “He’s been hanging around this guy named Billy Taupe. Whenever I ask about it he changes the subject.” 

“Well considering the arena...” You reply, coolly. 

“My thoughts exactly. What do you think I should do?” 

“Report him.” 

“I don’t have any proof, and I can’t go tell Commander Hoff, because he will tell Sejanus’s parents.”

You curse. “Yeah.. Yeah you’re right. I don’t imagine you have anything to record him with, do you?” 

“No, I don’t think so.” He sighs. “If he gets caught he’ll drag me down with him.” 

“Then make sure he doesn’t get caught.” You can hear a faint buzz from the other side of the line, and you frown knowing it means he has to go. 

“It’s time.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you next week. Goodnight, Coryo. Miss you.”

“Goodnight, I miss you too, Y/N.” The line goes dead and you put the phone on the receiver. The minutes following your phone calls with Coryo are always the loneliest. You hunch over with your hands over your face and sigh. 

You thought everything was perfect when Lucy Gray won The Hunger Games. Now you weren’t sure if anything would go to plan. 

“Y/N?” You glance at your bedroom door to find Tigris looking at you confused. 

“Hey. I forgot you were coming, ‘m sorry.” You rub your face. 

“I always come over on Fridays.” 

“Yeah, I know. I’m really not sure how I forgot.” You're occupied, that’s how. Occupied with the reality that maybe your life isn’t so perfect. 

“Did you just get off of the phone with Coryo?” 

“How’d you guess?” You glance at Tigris, her features haven’t changed much since the dark days. Back then, you dreamed big. You dreamed of a future where you and Tigris had your own fashion line, that you ate however much you wanted, of whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted; and that you were married to Coryo. It was actually Tigris’ idea originally, because she wanted you to be her cousin too. It took about two years after she initially suggested it for it to grow on you, but once it did, you never changed the plan. 

She sits down beside you. “You have that look on your face.” 

“Remember when we used to talk about the future together? How we’d have our own fashion line? Or how I was going to marry Coryo so we could be cousins finally?” 

Tigris laughs. “Yeah, that was forever ago.” 

“Yeah. It was.” 

Your best friend places a hand on your back. “There’s still time.” 

“Twenty years.” You lean into her. “Things are so different.” 

A few days later, on Monday,  you sit in the same spot, with the same red phone in your hand, and dial the same number. 

“Hello?” 

Hearing his voice never fails to put a smile on your face. “Hey Coryo. How’s everything going?” 

“Good actually. I took the Officer’s test yesterday.” 

“Really? That’s amazing, Coryo!” You breathe a laugh. “What happens if you pass it?” 

“If I pass I can start climbing the ranks, if I ever become a commander we could see each other again. Commander Hoff goes to the Capitol for meetings all the time.” 

“Seriously? You might actually get to come here?” Your voice is shakey. 

He laughs a little. “A little less enthusiasm, please.” 

“I’m sorry! I just.. I was coming to terms with the fact that we won’t be able to see each other in twenty years—“ 

“Do you not want to see me?” He interupts.

“Of course I do! Coryo, I’m over the moon.” You laugh. “This is amazing.” 

“I know. Tell Tigris for me?”

“Of course. She’s going to be so happy!” 

He chuckles. “I know. Also.. I got a recording of Sejanus.” 

“How? On what?” 

“Jabber jay. A messed up mutant that Dr. Gaul made. We were caging them when he started telling me about his plans.. so I recorded him, and I sent the bird off with the rest of them.” 

“Where are they being sent?” 

“Back to their creator.” 

“To Dr. Gaul.” 

“Will you tell her to expect something from me?” 

You smile. He trusts you. “Yeah. When’s our next call? I’ll make sure to do it before.” 

“No, I need you to do it now. The Jabber jays will be there tomorrow.”

You widen your eyes. “Okay.. yeah, I can do that.” You glance at the clock on your bedside table, if you’re going across town to speak to Dr. Gaul, you have to do it now. “I have to go now if I’m going to make it.” 

“Oh of course, thank you, N/N.” 

“Always. Miss you.” 

“Miss you too.” You hang up your phone and rush out of your room. 

As you put on your shoes at the front door, Tessa calls out for you. She sits in front of the coffee table beside your Mother in the sitting room.

“Where are you going in such a rush?” 

“I have to speak with Dr. Gaul.” 

Your Mother furrows her brows. “It’s so late. Can’t this wait till the morning?”

You shake your head. “It’ll be too late, it’s about Coryo.” 

Your Mom sighs. She’s known for a long time not to get in between you and the Snow’s, it never ends well. You’re hit with the memory of being fifteen and told that you couldn’t sleep over at their penthouse because your Father was having coworkers over for a big dinner, and in retaliation, pouring out every spice in the kitchen so that all of the food tasted awful. “Okay. I love you.” 

You open the door. “Love you too.”

“Be safe.” You nod and walk out. 

Your driver is waiting for you with your car at the bottom of the stairs. You spend half a second wondering if he just waits there for you, but then shake the thought out of your head. Why should you care? He’s being paid. 

“Take me to the Games’ building. I need to speak with Dr. Gaul.” The driver nods, and you give him a curt smile before lifting the privacy screen. You look out your window, taking in the Capitol. Sure, it was beautiful all the time, but at night, it was something else. The golden lights illuminating the streets, the people dressed to the nines, the dark blue sky that was once filled with stars— though not in your lifetime— now just an empty void with the moon in the middle. You feel compelled to smile as you absorb everything. 

The car slows as it comes to the front of the Games’ building. Your driver rushes out to get your door for you. As you step out, you look at the front doors, where Dr. Gaul stood. 

“Well, if it isn’t Mxs. Coriolanus Snow.” She greets.

You walk up to her. “Dr. Gaul, I’m here to bring you a message.” 

“Oh? And what would that message be?” 

“Listen carefully to the Jabber Jays from 12.” 

She looks at you incredulously. “12? I expect this message is coming from Mr. Snow, then?” 

“It does, but it’d be in your best interest to keep that to yourself.” 

She raises her eyebrows. “Was that a threat, Mx. Rose?” 

“No, of course not. Just… a suggestion.” 

Dr. Gaul smirks, crossing her arms. “It’s not safe to be out alone around this time.” She looks around. “Are you alone?” 

“No, I was driven here.” 

“Well, be driven home. We’re done here, Mx. Rose.” The woman looks you over before walking towards the parking lot. You turn around and walk back to your car, where your driver still stood holding your door open.

The next morning, you get up early and head to the Snow residence. Thankfully, it was the apartment connected to your own, so you didn’t go far. You don’t stop to knock, either, just walking in and going straight to Tigris’s room. 

“T?” You call out as you enter her room. 

“In the bathroom!” You go to your best friend’s bathroom, where she is taking her hair out of rollers. 

“Hello! Don’t you look gorgeous this morning.”

The blonde smiles. “Stop it! I don’t even have all my rollers out yet.” 

You reach up and start pulling one out carefully. “Coryo called me yesterday, he took an officer’s test.” 

“Really? Why’s that?”

“Well since he graduated from The Academy, he can get a job as an officer, and maybe eventually even a commander.” You place the roller down on the counter. “And if he becomes a commander, he’ll be able to make trips here.” Tigris’s neck snaps towards you. “He could see us again, T.” 

“You’re lying.” She shakes her head. 

“I’m telling you the truth, he’ll be able to come back.” 

Tigris grins and wraps her arms around you, pulling you in for a big hug. “This is the best news! I’m so happy!” She squeals, causing you to laugh loudly. Not at her, but with her. You’re both over the moon. 

Later, you and Tigris walk through your favorite fabric shop, your driver trailing behind you with your full cart. You pick a few yards of fabric, and you are still browsing. Tigris also picks out a fabric she likes, so you pile in some of that. 

“Do you think we’ll ever actually start our own line?” 

Not a beat passes before Tigris nods. “I have no doubt that we will.” She gives you a smile. “And you will be married to Coryo, and I will be married to some rich man, and we will be next door neighbors just like we are now but in bigger houses—“

“Don’t you mean mansions? Isn’t that how we always said it?” You ask with a smile.

She rolls her eyes. “The point is, our dreams will come true. I mean, you’re already with Coryo, that dreams come true. Why shouldn’t all of our other ones?” 

You nod, not utterly convinced. “It’s just.. me and Coryo get together, and a day later he’s banished from our home for 20 years. That seems like a sign.. right?” You feel crazy admitting that out loud. You’ve never believed in “signs”, just unfortunate fate, but this one is too big to ignore.

“Maybe it’s a sign that you guys can get through anything. Don’t give up on him, N/N, my cousin is stupid, but he loves you, anyone with eyes can tell you that. He’s not going to let anything get in between you, you shouldn’t either.” You bite your lip and nod. “Plus, when he becomes commander he’ll visit us. You just have to hold on a bit longer.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I love him too— you know that— I guess I’ve just been overwhelmed.” 

Tigris places a hand on your arm. “You don’t have to act like that with me. You can talk to me, N/N, you always have.” Her face is full of concern. 

You smile. “I know. I’m fine, I promise.” 

She smiles and nudges you. “Good! Now,” Tigris hooks your arms together. “What colors should our shop be? I’m thinking orange and red, Tigris and Rose, you know?”

 You grin. “That sounds perfect. Our first line could be fire themed, too.” 

Your best friend gasps. “That’s perfect! I can see the silhouettes now.” 

You give her a knowing look and nod. “Once I get out of University, let’s swear to start.” You offer her your pinky, which she wraps with her own in a swift motion. 

“Deal.” 

You and Tigris went to your home after you were done shopping. You sew for a while, and then eat dinner next door with The Grandma’am. 

You wake up the next morning with a sick feeling. Your gut is yelling at you, and you have no clue why. You lay in bed for half an hour before you get up to find your Mother, thinking that maybe she could give you morphling for the pain, but the second you leave your room, you’re so anxious to get back you feel like you're on the verge of a panic attack. You continue anyway, counting each step to ground yourself. 

It takes you 56 to finally find your Mom. She’s sitting in the library with a book, a different one from last night.

“Y/N? Honey, are you alright? You’re trembling.” Her voice  fills with worry. She immediately comes to her feet and stalks over to you. 

“Yes— Maybe. I don’t know. I-I woke up really.. scared? I need.. something, I don’t know.” You’re not sure you’ve ever sounded so pathetic. You feel so vulnerable. 

“Of course, come, I’ll give you some morphling.” She grabs your hand, and for the first time in a while, you’re grateful she’s so affectionate. She wraps her other arm around your back, and slowly takes you over to the desk in the middle of the library. Your Mother helps you sit down and then starts rummaging through the messy drawers. “I keep some in here for my headaches.” 

You nod. “You read a lot.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

She laughs. “Yeah.. nearly one book a day.” She pulls out a small vial, definitely smaller than what Dean Casca Highbottom drank from. “Bottoms up. It’ll only take a second to kick in.” You take it and quickly swallow the dark liquid, grimacing at the taste. This makes your Mother laugh again. “Better yet?” She asks after a beat.

At first, you go to say no, but then a warm feeling swarms your body and you can no longer feel the terror or vulnerability. “Yes, actually.” You smile. “Thank you, Mother.” You lean down and kiss her cheek, something that leaves your Mom glowing. 

“You’re very welcome. If you ever need any more and you can’t find any, let me know, I have some vials in my room.” You nod and stand up. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” You give her another smile before walking back to your room. As soon as you walk in, your eyes snap to your phone. The bright red plastic phone that has become your favorite thing since Coryo left, yet as you look at it, your heart starts beating fast. You can’t figure out what’s making it beat so fast, probably due to the morphling. 

You shake your head and walk into your closet, everything is red, black, or white. Your shirts, your pants, your shoes. You run your hand over the hanging clothing. You stop on your favorite shirt, pulling it out, and then grabbing pants that look the best with the white top. After you change, you toss your pajamas into the hamper, and then grab a pair of shoes, before walking into your room. You set the shoes down beside your sewing desk which you sit in front of. You start going through your notebook to find a design to work on. 

Hours pass, and before you know it, it's dark out. You stop sewing when you hear your Dad come home, a clear sign it’s 7:15, since he never comes any earlier or later. You slip on your shoes and stand up to stretch. With a sigh, you gaze at the dress you’re working on. It’s going to be beautiful when it’s done. You plan to give it to Tessa, thinking that the purple on the trim would compliment her skin. You pull it over your mannequin and pin it in place. 

You’re admiring your work in full scale when your phone starts ringing and your stomach drops again. You can tell that this is it. This is the reason you’ve been so anxious. You walk over and pick up the phone. 

“Hello?” You can hear music in the background, and lots of voices. The call is obviously being made from a public place.

“Y/N?” It’s Coryo. 

You smile. “Hey! How’re you calling so early? I thought that you could only call onc—“

“Listen very carefully, okay? I don’t have much time, so I need you to listen. Okay?” His voice trembles. 

You furrow your brows. “Okay.” 

“The rebels Sejanus was helping bought guns with the money he gave them. Last night, I had to shoot two of them.” You gasp. “One of them was the mayor's daughter.” 

“Oh Coryo..”

“And this morning Sejanus was hung for treason.”  You widen your eyes. 

“What?”

“The other rebel hid the guns, but if they find them, I’m dead, Y/N.” Tears pool in your eyes. “So.. I have to go.” His voice breaks. “Lucy Gray and I are leaving at dawn.” 

Something inside of you breaks. Your stomach hurts, you feel nauseous, and tears are falling from your eyes faster than you can stop them. You sit down on your bed. “Coryo.. What do you mean?” He doesn’t answer. “What do you mean?” Nothing. “Coryo?” Your voice breaks. 

“I’m so sorry.” Pain laces his voice. “I want things to be different. I want to be there with you, but Sejanus messed everything up, N/N. I’m sorry.”

“Y-You can’t… What about Tigris? The Grandma’am?” Your lungs feel heavy. 

“You’ll take care of them, I know you will.” 

A sob racks your body. “I-I can’t.. Coryo, please.”

“I love you.” The line clicks and you fall forward onto the ground. Sobs rack your body, one after one, until you can’t take it anymore, and you just scream. He’s gone. Coriolanus Snow, the man you thought you would marry, the man you grew up with, the man you loved more than anything, is gone. 

You don’t know how long it is before your parents run into your room and fall to your sides. You can’t hear them over your heart pounding in your ears. You can’t catch a breath, either. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a servant ushering Tessa away. For a moment, you feel bad she’s witnessed you like this, but then you remember why you’re like this in the first place, and it doesn’t seem so important. You hold onto the phone tighter as you curl into the fetal position. Your Mother lays her body over yours, and your Father runs off. 

You stay like that for a while, you think. Just curled up under your Mother, screaming and hyperventilating. Coryo is your everything, and with one phone call, your world is shattered.  

Your Mother moves and Tigris crouches beside you, helping you to sit. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” 

No. No. You shake your head. The realization that you have to tell everyone is deafening. You stare at Tigris through your tears, the memories of the three of you together crushing you. You clutch your chest with your free hand before bringing your knees up to it. “Coryo..” Is all you can mumble. 

Her face drops. “What about Coryo? Is he okay?”

You nod, not wanting her to worry while you gather the strength to say more. “He’s..” You swallow a lump down. “Leaving.” Suddenly, you can hear a pin drop in the room. Everyone stopped moving, stopped breathing. 

“What?” 

You hold up your phone. “He called.. said he had to go.” 

A tear falls down Tigris’ face. “Did he say why?”

“No.” Is your immediate answer. Maybe it's a little obvious you’re lying, given the speed, but no one presses further. 

“So what.. he’s just going to try his hand at surviving out there?” She brings a hand to her forehead. “He knows nothing about the woods.” 

“Lucy Gray is with him.” Normally you’d be mad she was able to be so close to him, but honestly, you were happy he at least has her, a shot at surviving out there. 

Tigris seems confused. “They’re running away together?” 

Hurt swells in your stomach again. Were they? Was everything Coryo said to you a lie? You break down crying again. You’re disappointed about it, you hate crying, but it was foolish to think you were done mourning the love of your life after one good cry. “It’s not like that.” You shakily explain to her. “He wouldn’t—“ You interrupt yourself with a sob. Tigris wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her. You both lean back against your bed, holding each other, and crying. 

Hours later, Tigris sleeps peacefully beside you, her arm draped across your stomach. You were turned on your side, facing her, and quietly crying. As you look at her, you note all the similarities between her and Coryo. You think about how you will never get to see him grow old, how he will never become the President of Panem, how you will never get married to him.

You fall asleep sometimes around midnight, you dream of a life with Coryo. 

The next day, you stay curled up in your bed as Tigris goes to work. You get out of bed a few times to use the bathroom, but you have all your meals brought to you. Though, you barely eat anything. A few bites but that was it. You went in and out of consciousness, crying for a moment every time you woke back up to reality. You aren’t sure how you can sleep as much as you are right now. It seems impossible. But you do.

You hear your Father come home, and deja vu hits you like a brick. You glance at the clock, 7:23. 8 minutes late. Weird. You close your eyes again, hoping for more sleep, for more dreams of Coryo. But moments after, your bedroom door is opened and shut without a knock. You glance at the door and the breath is knocked out of you. It’s Coryo. 

He rushes over to you and scoops you up in his arms. “I’m so sorry.” 

“I don’t.. Coryo?” You start crying again, thinking that he has to be a hallucination. A sick trick your own mind is playing on you. “You’re not here.” You bury your face in the crook of his neck. It smells sort of like him, though. This is a really, really good trick. 

“I am, I’m here. I’m not leaving you again.” He pulls away from the hug and holds your face in his hands, a gesture so normal it hurts. “I’m here, okay?” 

You surge forward and kiss him, you can’t make up what you feel when you’re kissing him, joy like that can’t be forced, so when you feel it, you know he’s there. You gape at him when you pull away. “But I thought you had to leave?” You ask, forming a small smile, though tears still fell down your cheeks.

“I found the guns and destroyed them. And I passed the officer’s test.” He hesitates. “Yesterday Commander Hoff offered me a spot in district 2, I went back and took it. They sent me here instead and Dr. Gaul met me at the train station. She’s going to tell everyone I was in 12 as part of my internship.”

“Internship?” 

He nods. “Dr. Gaul offered it to me. I start next week.”

Your smile widens. “That’s.. I don't even have words, Coryo.” 

He smirks slightly. “Well, good thing we don’t need words.” He leans down and kisses you again. It's a long, sweet, kiss that you savor. When he pulls away, you’re left wanting more. “I meant what I said when I called you. I love you.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach, the ones only he can cause. 

You grin and wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you too.” You finally take him in, his  appearance has changed slightly. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with gray cargo pants, and his beautiful blonde curls have been buzzed. You bring a hand up to his scalp. “Your curls!” 

“I know, weird, right?” He smiles and brings a hand up to his head too. 

“A little bit, but you look so handsome anyways, I can hardly be sad.” You bring him in for another kiss, your favorite thing to do ever since the first one he gave you. 

For the first time in months, you don’t doubt that everything is okay. 

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

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crimson rivers thoughts (19)

@tastetherainbow290 this was CRAZY and very long i read A LOT

chapter 51

"I love him so much. It tears me apart that I can't make him see just how special he is." i need a james

james and remus being friends

“The Hallows would sooner believe Sirius fell in love with the actual moon before they believed he fell in love with a servant” 😭😭

these fools need to hug each other

they told each other their birthdays! look at them opening up to each other

sirius is so cute just talking to the moon

lily mention 

regulus being mad bc he fell asleep on sirius 😭

“Sirius will sleep when he's dead, and hey, that'll probably arrive for him sooner rather than later. Silver lining? Bad joke.” YEAH IT WAS A BAD JOKE

day three! they’re going to escape today right? i hope 

sibling moment

more weird creatures?!

AUGUSTA NO

SHE LIVES!!! huzzah alice

yes emmeline 

“"You know," Sirius muses, "if James were here, he'd be beat-boxing right now."” sirius’ name is so ironic bc that man is NEVER serious 😭

regulus calling james his fiancé ❤️‍🩹

sirius 😭

“I am going to be sexy until the day I die” yes you are sirius

“Did he know he was engaged prior to Regulus announcing it when he sent the bagel? No. Is he going to protest it? Also no.” james is the realest ever

WHAT ARE THEY DOING

i’m gonna cry omg

i know regulus makes it but why would they torment him like this. 

evan 💔

YES

i am jumping with joy rn

chapter 52

boggarts?!

oh no so many warnings for this chapter

dorcas!

lucius?! 

the boggart 😧

oh!

they’re making into a competition of course they are

"You remind me of my Alphard. He cared so much it killed him." 💔

biological warfare 😧

VANITY 💔

sirius lost regulus AGAIN?!

oh!

narcissa?!

vanity 💔

JAMES?!

oh it’s a boggart

poor reg he just can’t catch a break

this is so sad omg i am actually going to cry

marlene!!!!! huzzah!!!

cannibalism as a metaphor for love 

“she could have put it though his chest. he wishes she did.” 💔

fiancé 🤭

oh no

AUGUSTA 💔

i’m crying omg

i love alice

this is so sad

poor frank omg 💔

oh no bellatrix has found sirius

no he’s dissociating 

i know sirius is alive but OMG

bellatrix doing what she does in order of the phoenix when she kills sirius ah stop it don’t do this to me

rip bellatrix black you will not be missed 🙏 

HE LIVES!!!!!

“bellatrix died with tears on her cheeks” WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

alice ☹️

poor frank omg 

“we’re starting a war” AHHHH i love you dorcas

chapter 53

narcissa ☹️

james finding out about his district ☹️

oh i forgot about mary i hope she is safe

i forgot dorcas didn’t know about remus

oh!

i really hope remus didnt leave omg

effie!!!!

lily what

“Euphemia passes her thumb over the letter in her pocket and really, really hopes that Remus is included in that.” we are all hoping

mary! she is safe

the great hall 😯

enemies to lovers marylily endgame?!

sybill 😭

i still am confused on so bingley is

kingsley and sybill love

barty and amos 😭😭

“i don’t even like men” “you do not darling” i love barty

sybill is HILARIOUS how did she not know she was in a relationship with someone

sybill telling everyone about their Secret mission

barty too?! okay everyone’s just getting in on this i guess

barty seducing amos into letting them go on the mission he is So Funny i love him so much 

thunderbird thieves ATE

oh no james what happened

REMUS LEFT NO

poor pandora ☹️ she has to leave her dying father behind that is so sad

uh oh 😧

james saving the day as always

revolution!

lily: “we have this under control.” meanwhile everyone in the background screaming that they’re all going to die 😭

the ring is a tracker!

dorcas being a prepared queen 

“"You're crazy," Rodolphus states. "I like crazy." "I like women," Dorcas replies. "Only."” icon behavior i love dorcas so much

rodolphus being a respectful king

mission mission mission

oh no the password

POPPY!

marlene what are you doing

oh no no no no

they got regulus thank god but they can’t leave sirius behind

oh no oh no oh no

why would you end the chapter like this

guys my heart is beating so fast rn i’m not even joking and i have to end here bc i have to go back to school ahhhh 

chapter 54

oh no everything is going wrong

dorcas literally Killing It

“At one point, James runs out of bullets, looks at his gun, then just throws it at the Auror in front of him” 😭

remus kill count: 2

eek

james and his bleeding heart

FRANK NO

dorcas telling james about sirius why is this chapter so sad

james what are you doing

oh. remus doesn’t know about sirius

barty 😭

marlene 😧

MARLENE!!!!!

ugh snape

voldy 😧

sirius in azkaban that is FOUL

chapter 55

kingsley 💔

poor andromeda ☹️

effie ❤️‍🩹

i’m gonna cry ahhhh

LILY

oh no

poor remus omg 💔

“revived six years later just to disintegrate before her very eyes.” oh

lowkey forgot about aberforth

boooo dumbledore 🍅🍅🍅

chapter 56

sirius being chronically bored

sirius calling voldy a dead fish 😭

sirius is a certified yapper

sirius just. swallowing voldy’s blood 😭

WHO IS BINGLEY

OHHH HES MARY’S BROTHER

marylily? marylily. 

remus and lily friendship ❤️‍🩹

lily being in love with mary <3

effie ❤️‍🩹

marlene ☹️

barty and rodolphus? okay

opulent another vocab word

JAMES

chapter 57

of course it didn’t pick up with james’ pov. 

pandora being an oblivious queen 😭

dorcas being lily’s The One That Got Away ☹️

lily 😭

lily ☹️

mary next ahhhh

kiss kiss kiss

afhhhhh i need jegulus happenings its been too long

this is so sad ☹️☹️☹️

“aturally, Regulus freezes like a startled hare under the gaze of a watchful wolf.” get it bc remus is a werewolf

nooo don’t fight

yay they’re friends again 

"Dumbledore of the Albus variety” 😭

JAMES?!

james….

“and he's so nervous and full of anxious anticipation that he's struck with the impulse to beat-box.” JAMES 😭😭😭

sirius 😧

“you’re hot” then sirius 😭😭

"Are you, like, allergic to prison?" 

prongsfoot is prongsfooting

☹️

chapter 58

ALBUS AND ARIANA WERE IN THE SAME HUNGER GAMES?!

ALBUS VOLUNTEERED FOR ABERFORTH?!

side note — i love that their names are albus and aberforth and then theres just 💫ariana💫

regulus is learning all the lore

so grindelwald killed ariana? and that’s why albus killed him?

albus dumbledore, always pacing in his office. 

regulus is so regulus

"If I can't persuade the leader in you, then let me persuade the man who knows what it is to be in love, let me persuade the brother you are. I love James, and Sirius is my brother. Please."

"We have a deal."  HUZZAH!

dora you are a little icon 

sprout! 

trojan horse 😧

ahhhh wolfstar and jegulus happenings will be happening soon 

marleneee don’t be mean to the love of your life

this is sad

i’m giving you an all tomato. which means you give me the whole tomato, or else.

they’re swapping…. please don’t die marlene

the way mary and sirius are always together briefly in every fanfic 

MARYLILY KISS!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!! a cheek kiss but a kiss nonetheless 

barty 😭😭

oh regulus

effie 😭 god i love her

barty is so barty 

DID HE JUST BREAK SOME RANDO’S ARM 😭 REGULUS WHAT THE HECK MAN valid honestly. defend your man’s honor.

“needless to say regulus ends up in solitary” yeah we all saw that coming

aberforth! he’s really starting to grow on me

regulus is so regulus

pomona having an Extensive Wine Collection is so real

why does marlene have it out for lily (i mean i know why but they need to Be Friends)

oh are they Being Friends now?

yes they are and i love them ❤️‍🩹

chapter 59

ugh snape

why is this literally the red scare

OH WAIT is severus dumbledore’s ‘source’

“Potter is a fool, no doubt about it, but he isn't the biggest fool in this room. No, that honor goes to Riddle.” bars

did anyone else stop breathing when they read the suffocation part

"Now, I present you with my own to do something that's very on brand for James and I, which is me arguing with literally everything he just said."

“Oh, yeah, Sirius remembers what he did. He got sexy.” 😭😭 sirius 

“My pasta is calling my name, you have no idea." ME FR

of course remus is volunteering to go get sirius

😧

sirius you did not just say “welp” 😭😭😭

i miss evan 💔

oh!

i hate that remus knows exactly where sirius is but also yay for the mission?

sirius nooo

eeeeee they’re kissing but can they Get Out Of There

"He never got to eat his pasta." 😭

dead body chute 💀

ok severus

ok i have to read another chapter…

chapter 60

james 😧

dorcas is So In Love and i lover i love dorlene

pomona 💔

i hope this has a happy ending 

"The world doesn't revolve around me, Dorcas." "Mine does." I LOVE DORLENE

bingley!

i love bingley and lily being friends

MARYLILY!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!! ITS HAPPENING!!!!!!

oh?

“hope can be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.” dumbledore core

they’re immune ?!

DID SIRIUS GET IMMUNITY FROM INGESTING VOLDYS BLOOD 😭

regulus climbed the tree?! i am proud of him ❤️‍🩹

i’m crying

“he needs his glasses”

effie ☹️

“Before Regulus ever found the sun in James, Sirius was the brightest light he knew; his guiding star.” ❤️‍🩹

crying still

chapter 61

james pov!

he’s high 😭

“no! my skin” 😭😭

“what did the big flower say to the little flower? hey there bud” james im in love with you

“I love you because you're you. And you—you're my friend, Remus.” ❤️‍🩹

"We're alone, love." ahhhhhhh jegulus is So Back

baby

molly got glasses for james omg 

fab and gid 💔

eeee they’re kissing 

"I love you, James. I loved you from the start, I love you now, and I'll love you for as long as love is something that exists—and, if it ever stops existing, I'll reinvent it just for you."

🎶confess i loved you from the start🎶

remu and sirius

sirius you can’t just tell remus you think you should break up ?!

no don’t break up ?!

remus 😧

huzzah!

they’re kissing again

should i end here while it’s happy(ish)? i think i will i read so much today

#crimson rivers

[delicatenightfury]

"I'm not that little girl you left there to die anymore."

2022 Month of Writing: Day 1

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 982

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

The scenery flew by, too fast to really process what was being seen. y/n however still chose to look out the train window. She didn’t really process anything she was seeing, too lost in her thoughts… in her nightmares… She couldn’t remember the last time she felt at peace. It certainly wasn’t now, not after what had happened and when she knew where she was headed.

The sound of a door opening barely registered. She faintly heard it, but she didn’t care enough to look up. 

Suddenly, someone sat down heavily in front of her. Her eyes shifted toward them, finding that it was her district mentor Haymitch Abernathy who sat down. His hair was messy, almost oily, and he had a drink in his hand. y/n turned her gaze back out the window. 

“So, I assume you know what’s coming next,” Haymitch said. “We’ve finished in the districts, so we wrap up the Victory Tour in the Capitol. Lots of parties, lots of people, lots of cameras. So that means-”

“I don’t want to hear about it, Haymitch,” y/n muttered.

“You don’t really have a choice, girlie.”

“As if I ever did.”

Haymitch rolled his eyes. 

“Once we get to the Capitol, it’s best to go back to the happy girl personality you had during the interviews. The Capitol people ate it up, so they’ll most likely want to see that. You want to make a good impression. You’re grateful to have survived, grateful for everything the Capitol has done-”

“Grateful?” y/n snapped, finally turning her head to look at her mentor. Her eyes narrowed at him. “You think I’m grateful for what happened?”

“It’s all about appearances, kid. I’m trying to help you out here.”

She laughed, almost throwing her head back.

“Trying to help me? That’s a first. Where were you when I was fighting for my life?”

“Listen, girl, I-”

“No. I’m not that little girl you left there to die anymore, Haymitch. I nearly died! I killed kids, kids my age and younger, for some stupid entertainment show! Meanwhile, you got to sit back and watch, drinking your alcohol and rubbing elbows with the Capitol. You abandoned me, Haymitch!”

“Will you shut up?” The two glared at one another for a long moment. Haymitch set his drink on the window ledge, giving her his full attention. “I get what you’re going through, believe me I do. But you winning? Close to a miracle. You’re from District 12. We’re automatically bottom tier. The Capitol doesn’t pay attention to us, nor do they ever expect us to win. So trying to get you sponsors was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a long time.I saw the potential you had since the Reaping. I’m bad at showing it, I know I am, but I was impressed. But I’ve been disappointed before and have had too many kids die to keep my hopes up. Whether or not you believe it now, I am trying to help you, y/n.”

She stared at him. Deep down, she knew he was right. District 12 had only ever won the Hunger Games twice in its existence, three times now. The Capitol was far more likely to bet on the careers than on her.

She felt like she had only won based on luck.

She had only managed to grab a pack before running from the Bloodbath. She was forced to scavenge, with no weapon other than a small knife. She had made a small alliance with a boy from seven, but they were both wary of one another and separated relatively early on.

The arena had been beautiful overall, with forests, a valley with a river, a lake in the south, and a mountain in the north. Truthfully, it was a nightmare. “Natural” disasters, mutts, the other tributes… some many variables out to kill. y/n had had to fight several times for her life, against both mutts and tributes, barely making it but coming out victorious.

She was lucky her pack had medicine in it, and that she was learning how to become a doctor back home. She had patched her own wounds, roughly but enough that she wouldn’t bleed out and die. Upon her return from the games, the Capitol had gotten rid of her scars from her work.

Haymitch suddenly leaned forward and took her hand, effectively snapping her out of her nightmare. She glanced down and realized she was running her hand over where one of the worst injuries had been on her arm. She had almost lost the ability to use her arm. The Capitol was able to repair it, but the phantom pains were there.

“The Games aren’t over, y/n,” Haymitch said. His eyes were somber and filled with understanding. “They are never over. We play the games every year, every day. That’s just how our lives are now. I’m just trying to help make it easier for you.”

y/n took a deep breath and nodded. She offered him a small smile.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“That’s all right. I get it. Just remember I’m here for you. My door is always open, though I can’t promise I’ll always be sober.”

She chuckled. She couldn’t remember the last time she had actually laughed in a way that wasn’t deprecating. She then reached forward and grabbed his tumbler, smiling a little as she took a sip of his drink.

“Ah ah ah!” he said. “Get your own glass.”

“Your’s was closer.”

He shook his head, taking the glass back when she offered it to him. A silence fell over them then, more comfortable than before. His hand hadn’t moved from hers, keeping her from fidgeting with her old wounds. She squeezed his hand - a silent thank you.

They were in this together.

#month of writing #writing prompt #hunger games #thg #Haymitch abernathy #Haymitch x reader #the hunger games

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (22)

*The continued adventures of the ✨Four Drunken Mentors✨* Read [this] first.

*Inside the Tributes’ Truck*

Drunk!Sejanus: Festus! My bro, you have to wake up! We’re already riding the ✨Party Bus✨!

Drunk!Festus: Five more minutes, dad.

Coral: Ew! He’s drooling on the floor like a pig!

Drunk!Festus: *points finger at Coral* I have a cheesecake coupon! Your insults are invalid!

Mizzen: What’s a cheesecake?

Drunk!Coryo: *points at Treech* Lucy Gray!? What happened to you?! Why are you wearing an ugly hat?!

Treech: Are you talking to me? Are you seriously talking to me, pretty boy?!

Drunk!Coryo: You think I’m pretty?

Treech: Yeah. You single?

Drunk!Coryo: Oh, thank you, Lucy Gray! But I already have a rich boyfriend. So no. I ain’t available.

Drunk!Sejanus: Yeah! You tell Lucy Gray to stay away, my love!

Treech: And who are you again?

Drunk!Sejanus: I’m Coryo’s rich boyfriend. So go away Lucy Gray!

Treech: You do know I’m the male Tribute from Distri-

Drunk!Coryo: Oh, no! Lucy Gray, what big feet you have?! And what ugly clothes-

Treech: For the last time, I am not your Tribute!!

Drunk!Coryo: *starts crying* Lucy Gray, why are you being so mean to me?! I gave you food, you big meanie!😭

Lucy Gray: *is still laughing and rolling on the floor*

Drunk!Lysistrata: *grabs and shakes Marcus* Jessup! Jessie, why are you ignoring me?! We should be working together!

Marcus: Seriously, shorty, you have the wrong guy!😫

Drunk!Lysistrata: Jessie, are you cheating on me?! Are you seeing other Mentors?! Is that why you’re ignoring the ✨Great Lizzie Vickers✨?!😭

Marcus: The great what?

Drunk!Lysistrata: Who are you seeing behind my perfect back?! Juno?! Livia?! Felix?! You’re seeing Felix Ravinstill, aren’t you!!

Marcus: Felix?! Who the heck is-

Drunk!Lysistrata: You are swinging with Androcles Anderson, aren’t you?!

Marcus: *turns and glares at Jessup* Aren’t you her Tribute?! Shouldn’t you be helping me right now?!

Jessup: Nope. She definitely has you, Jessup.😂

Drunk!Sejanus: *smiles at Reaper like an idiot* Marcus!

Reaper: Get away from me, you vermin Capitol boy!😡

Drunk!Sejanus: Marcus?! Stop being such an ass!😭 And why aren’t you eating my sandwiches?!

Mizzen: To be fair, I was the one who ate his sandwich-

Drunk!Sejanus: Here! Let me feed you! *shoves a slice of ham into Reaper’s mouth*

Reaper: Stop! I am not your stupid Tribute!

Drunk!Coryo: *suddenly hugs Reaper’s waist* Jessie! Jessup, Lucy Gray is being mean to me!😭

Reaper: What the heck, Blondie! Do I look like Jessup to you?! Unhand me this instant!

Drunk!Coryo: *hugs Reaper’s waist tighter* Lucy Gray wants to hurt me, Jessup!

Treech: Fight me, Blondie!

Drunk!Coryo: I’m not even blonde! My hair color is freaking white as Snow!

Treech: Whatever, Snow White. Let’s fight!

Drunk!Coryo: No way! I’m too weak and skinny to fight!

Reaper: Why dis my life? Why me punish? *is malfunctioning*

Drunk!Festus: *finally woke up from his stupor* I’m up! Festus Creed is back, baby!

Mizzen: Welcome back. Now feed me more of these delicious cookies.

Drunk!Festus: Are you Carl?

Mizzen: You mean Coral, right?

Drunk!Festus: Carl! Nice to finally meet you!

Mizzen: I’m not-

Coral: Yup. He’s definitely Carl from District 4.

Marcus: Oi! Oi! Is anyone gonna help me get rid of this crazy chick?! *glares at Lysistrata*

Drunk!Lysistrata: *starts crying and hugging Marcus tighter* Jessup, why are you seeing Felix?! Is it because his family’s more powerful?!

Dill: Who’s Felix anyway?

Drunk!Festus: Oh, he’s just The President’s favorite grandnephew.

Marcus: He’s the President’s what?!

Drunk!Lysistrata: Or maybe it’s because he’s richer and prettier than me!

Marcus: Stop hugging me!

Tanner: *looks at the chaotic scene* I’m so glad I’m not one of them right now.

Sol: I’m just happy that my Mentor is not here to see this mess.

Hy: *coughs* Me too. But I still hope my Mentor is “normal” or whatever “normal” means in the Capitol.

Teslee: And not like those weirdos.

Lucy Gray: What are you talking about?! They’re the best ones! They’re literally the cake with the cream!

*Meanwhile, at ✨The Academy✨*

Vipsania: Guys? Hey, guys!

Felix: What’s the problem, Vipsy?

Vipsania: Have anyone of you seen Coryo and Lizzie?

Felix: No. Maybe they’re just running late?

Vipsania: How about our two class idiots?

Dennis: Sejanus and Festus? They shouldn’t be late. They have cars.

Felix: Should I call my uncle’s Peacekeepers and search for them?

Clemensia: Oh, c’mon! They’re fine! Stop worrying! We’ll be meeting our Tributes soon!

Apollo: Yeah! They should be heading to the Zoo at this very moment!

Diana: I think their journey is being broadcasted right now!

Juno: *turns on the TV* That’s the truck right there!

Felix: And if we zoom in a little bit- Oh, no.

Vipsania: What?

Felix: Look at the screen!

Everyone: *sees their drunk classmates crying and hugging Reaper on LIVE TV* What the actual fu-

Felix: How did they even get in there?!😱

#coriolanus snow #tbosas #bosas #hunger games #thg #president snow #lucy gray baird #crack post #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #random thoughts #sejanus plinth #festus creed #lysistrata vickers #reaper ash #marcus #felix ravinstill #clemensia dovecote #snowplinth #jessup diggs #thg fic #thg fanfiction #thg fandom #suzanne collins #the hunger games #coryo snow #thg incorrect quotes #tbosas incorrect quotes #snowjanus #coriolanus x sejanus

[mareenavee]

All the Lines Tag Game!

AUGh I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Okay thank you to @throughtrialbyfire and @miraakulous-cloud-district for the tags! I am thus tagging @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @gilgamish, @rhiannon1199, @elfinismsarts, @kookaburra1701, @dirty-bosmer, @nuwanders, @ladytanithia, @polypolymorph, @saltymaplesyrup and @archangelsunited!! And, you if I didn't tag you. Tag me back! I want to see!

Here are the questions for the tag game right here! Fill them out!

Without further ado, read on for some lines for The World on Our Shoulders!

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

Chapter 25: A Perfect Storm

“Then why did you not poison the Dragonborn?” Teldryn ventured. He’d already taken the coin purse from the bench next to the Thalmor without being noticed. He grinned as the man’s face twisted through several different emotions until he buried his face in his hands. “Oh, please. At this point, you must know I never did claim to be a good double agent,” the Thalmor lamented. Teldryn let out a loud cackle.

I have a few zingers lol but Varlais, Varlais. He's the comic relief here.

A line from your fic that makes you sad

Chapter 8: Haunted By the Ghost of You

“I can’t do this by myself, love. I really need you here,” he whispered to the ghost of the girl he remembered, singing in the kitchen with autumn eyes full of love and hope. She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She was gone, and Athis knew no matter when Nyenna next came home, that girl in his memories would never, ever return.

Bean </3 Poor, poor Athis 😭 Why did I do this to him? augh.

A line from your fic you're proud of

Chapter 26: Voice Within

More and more of its lair started to fall away back into the void, or else Oblivion; patches of reality pulled forward, stark against the ruined illusion. Varlais, face set in a severe scowl, took its moment of weakness as a signal and pulled an ebony dagger from somewhere in his coat. He rushed at the Atronach, stabbing into it with all the force he could muster. As with ice, silence shattered.

I just really loved this entire scene actually. It causes so much trouble for CHAPTERS after this. And it's excellent.

A line for your fic you think could have been better

Chapter 3: A World of Fragile Things

“Of course you do,” the second vampire said. Her voice seemed calm, distant. This one was a Nord at one point, tall and imposing. She was casting a spell of some kind, but it hurt. Nyenna looked down at her hands and was shocked to see the color being drained from her, her hands almost skeletal. She screamed then, terror getting the better of her and clouding her mind.

I kind of wished I pushed the description of this magic a little bit further. I do love editing and I'm still in awe of past Katie for how far she's gotten so far. So I'm still fine with this line but it was an opportunity I didn't take.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character.

Chapter 19: Although I am Already a Danger

“You seemed to be having a hard time. Nothing a sweetroll can’t fix, I figured. Want to talk about it?” he offered. Nyenna gave him an apprehensive look. She didn’t really want to talk to him particularly about all her nonsense, but if she didn’t, it would be harder to focus moving forward with all that had to be done in the next few days. “No. But I’ll tell you anyway,” she said. He scoffed. She ate the piece of sweetroll she held before continuing. “I…was not the best wife. I ran away in the middle of the night. It was unkind. I knew it was when I did it, but just like he followed me into battle with a dragon, I knew if I didn’t simply go, he’d turn his back in another horrible situation all because of me. And after everything I’ve been through, I just…I guess I couldn’t handle watching him get injured again. Or worse, as it sometimes goes with dragons.”

There are a few instances where Nyenna makes really stupid mistakes. Extremely stupid mistakes. And this, innocuous though it seems, is one of them. One of the huge ones. I think only @paraparadigm caught it. I was yelling when I wrote this. Like "REALLY NYENNA?!" On the other side of the coin, she's used to people behaving like Teldryn had before this; it was expected. When that dust settled, and he was elsewise, well. She just blabbed.

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

Chapter 6: Together, We Are Enough (slightly longer snippet, I can't help it lol)

She made him feel less alone, after so long and so much struggle. They could build something beautiful together. He hoped. Better to ask and be sure. He was still grinning, and no longer cared a whit who saw, or who had comments or jokes to make on the matter. He was happy. Actually happy. And he loved her with all his heart. It may not have been a long time, but it felt right. And so he’d worn the pendant. And he had hoped. And here she was, an Amulet of Mara in her hands. “Well?” he asked, after a moment. “You want to marry…me?” she asked with a giggle. “Won’t lie. I do,” Athis answered. He felt his face get hot. Other people were shushing each other up near Jorrvaskr. A few people had even wandered further down the stairs to better spy on them. “What about you?” She gasped and all but danced in place. She held onto the amulet with both hands, staring at it just for a moment. She let it fall to her chest. She looked him right in the eye and beamed. “Of course, of course!” she squealed. She threw her arms around his neck again and he embraced her back. “Then it’s settled. It’s you and me, love,” Athis whispered, squeezing her tightly before lifting her up and spinning around. There was a huge roar of applause behind them, as the Companions and a few townsfolk there for Anoriath’s event celebrated with them. Athis laughed deeply, embracing his soon-to-be wife. They walked back up to Jorrvaskr, hand in hand, into the crowd of merry friends and feast-goers.

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

Chapter 27: Echoes

He reached for her then, running as fast as he could toward her. He seemed to run forever, never getting any closer. As if his hands were blocked somehow. She never came into focus. Instead, the figure — who wasn’t at all Nyenna — turned, silvery hair curling back on itself like a stole. The figure threw its head back in a wicked laugh that broke through the buzz. The hair morphed into the form of a silver snake, twisting over the figure’s shoulders and arms, which they held out to either side. The snake’s scales slowly shifted golden in hue. Teldryn couldn’t see the figure’s face. He never got close enough. A sword in their other hand glinted in the light from the moonless sky, driven into the ground at their feet. Still, the image wasn’t quite clear. Still, he could not reach.

I almost linked the entire fanfic.

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

“Ground rules,” she said, trying to seem aggravated. “Keep those thoughts to yourself, especially in public.” “As you wish, sera,” Teldryn said, still beaming. She rolled her eyes. Geldis gave him a harsh look as he dropped off two bowls of porridge and two mugs of canis root tea, but said nothing.

I always yell about all the Tolkien references so, instead, have this Princess Bride easter egg instead :>

A line from your fic that's shocking

Chapter 1: Prologue

“I don’t regret us, for the record. My fear has nothing to do anymore with where we are and how much stronger we’ve become. We’re supposed to be together. She’s supposed to exist,” Nyenna said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She drummed her fingers over his hands which still lay on her stomach. “She? More like he," Teldryn scoffed in a teasing tone. He paused, waiting for her retort, and chuckled instead in the silence. “You keep saying that,” Nyenna said and shook her head. She laughed too, especially as the little one kicked at their touch, restless and relentless. Teldryn kissed the side of her jaw near her ear and she sighed. “I’d have never made it through any of this without you, you know.” “You would have. I see you. You’re stronger than you know,” he replied. He always said the right things at the right time. She wondered briefly how he always seemed to know exactly what she needed to hear.

I could've linked the entire prologue lol. I laid everything out on the table right at the beginning. Perhaps this isn't shocking anymore for most of you LOL but I mean...sorta yeah. There's more that probably would be. But it's not published yet. :>

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

Chapter 27: Echoes (longer snippet again lol)

“Tell me what to do,” he said after a moment. “Oh, I really hate this, though,” Neloth said, apprehension sounding odd and incongruous for him. “There’s a reason people don’t practice this way. It might seem like nothing to you now that you’ve already accomplished the connection. That it brought forth memories of immature jokes should have told me enough… But… I’ve seen people disintegrate, their Magicka pools just… gone. In an instant. I’ve… Well, I’ve done it to someone before, myself.” Teldryn stopped short. “Jokes aside, Neloth, but…you? With someone else?” When Neloth fell silent and pensive instead of digging back at him, Teldryn knew something was wrong. His stomach lurched again as the old wizard opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again and ground his teeth against whatever he was holding back. He cleared his throat before he was able to make his point. “Yes, I… It was during the Oblivion Crisis. We closed a gate that opened at Sadrith Mora. We were… We were without resources, but…” He trailed off, grief and anger crossing his brow like a squall. His eyes went dark. “I thought I didn’t care about her at the time. My apprentice.” He smoothed his robes and sighed heavily. “We were the last two mages left alive and the Redoran hadn’t gotten anywhere near the settlement yet. Neither of us were enough on our own. The option was this… indecent spellwork or both of us dying trying to break the siege of Dremora ourselves.” He fidgeted with his sleeve and looked anywhere else except at Teldryn. “It had been our last resort. I reached and she answered and then in a moment, she was gone. Ashes. Like she’d never even existed. But I still remember her. And I remember the sound of it…of her Magicka evaporating… like it was yesterday.” He cleared his throat and glanced up at the ceiling. “She wasn’t weak by any means. This happened anyway. And I… I still feel like I’ve lost something of myself all these years later. Something I’ll never get back.”

NELOTH BACKSTORY. I could and probably will write more fic set before the events of World and include more of this. More of what this person meant to Neloth, and more of what this event really caused for him personally, for House Telvanni, for his standing in the Council, for the outcome of the Oblivion Crisis. Everything. Oh it'll be so much fun.

#MareenaWrites #AskMareena #tag games #lines #wip whenever #The World on Our Shoulders #Nyenna #Athis #Teldryn #Teldryn Sero #Neloth #LDB/Teldryn Sero #LDB/Athis #skyrim #skyrim fic #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #fanficblr #writblr #writeblr

[shadowetienne]

So, for those interested, overview of the SF OnlyOneOf concert experience for me.

@redeim and I started this adventure with driving down from north of Seattle. We left midday Friday, got to the place of the friend we were staying with in the Bay Area in the morning, ate, took a nap before heading to SF for the concert.

We had VVIP which meant fansign, hi-touch, group photo and first pick of seating.

Fansign Highlights

I mostly forgot how to do the talking thing, but I had half of Redeim and my stack of letters to hand to them (Rie, Kyubin, Mill).

Nine was first, and he was just sort of wiggling a little in his seat and clearly excited to be greeting people as they came through the line. He was very cheerful with his hello and thank you, I don't know that I actually succeeded at words.

Next was Kyubin, I handed him the letter, he complimented my outfit, I managed a thank you. I am really glad that I had the letter to hand him because definitely full of jitters.

I legit have blanked on my interaction with Yoojung. It was quick and was overwhelmed by others. He's so pretty in person.

So Rie, Rie is apparently an absolute menace when he knows he's your bias. Fansign is only the start of this. I hand him his letter, manage to get out "You're my favorite" and this menace of a man blows a kiss at me and says it back at me. I am startled that I didn't like squeak or trip or anything. He is way more pretty in person than in pictures (I didn't believe people, they were right), and his focus is very intense.

I manage to hand Mill his letter and thank him, and he said something sweet, but I was still reeling from Rie interaction.

Junji was the end of the line. He was very smiley and full of energy, and I managed to mumble out a thank you, and he grinned, said thank you, then like looked at me, and did big grin and two thumbs up and just said "shirt" so I'm assuming he liked the outfit. It was adorable.

Redeim and I had letters for all of them, handwritten in English by me and translated and handwritten in Korean by Redeim. We also put a bracelet for each of them (rainbow leather strands with silver letter beads PRIDE strung on them that I found in Cap Hill - Seattle's gay district) and some rainbow stickers in each envelope.

Hi Touch and Group Photo

The hi touch was fun, but had a few highlights. It was fun seeing which of them were actually taller than my 177 cm. Kyubin's a little taller than me, Junji is more noticeably taller than me. Nine is my height or a hair shorter (it's a little hard to tell because he's in constant motion). Yoojung is a touch shorter than me. Rie and Mill were notably shorter than me but not super short.

It was fun noticing Mill notice that my hands are significantly smaller than his.

Rie continued to be a menace. All the others did nice normal high fives that I'd expect. Rie does a little smirk and squeezes my hand slightly. He clearly enjoys clustering his fans and is very good at it.

For the group photo I got to stand behind Junji. He was like looking around at all the fans and smiling excitedly. Also his earrings were very pretty.

Concert

They are so incredibly good live. Their voices, their dancing, their stage presence -- everything! We will have to wait on Redeim's videos for me to remember the whole set list, but it started with seOul drift which is an intense dance and really fun to watch.

With VVIP we managed a seat in the 3rd row over to one side. The venue is tiny and fully seated, but it was amazing being so close to the stage. There was so much interaction from the members.

During one of the ments they asked about food in SF, people yelled about clam chowder and they got really baffled by chowder as a word. The translator tried so hard to help. Also, Junji kept pretending to be a crab during that ment.

During another ment, when they were talking about what they liked to do at the ocean, Junji had been pretending to be a shark (?) and going around and grabbing Nine's ankles to surprise him. Rie then was like "I want to go fishing so I can catch Junji." And they mimed this whole thing out. They were so chaotic and delightful.

With the solos, we got because (I'm thrilled) and begin.

Yoojung is an incredible dancer and begin was so gorgeous. Kyubin dipping him is such a cool moment in that dance. I loved the performance, but again Rie being next kind of overwhelmed my attention.

Rie performing because was incredible. He sounds so good, the dance was so sharp and interesting and matching to the song. The interactions with Junji were on point and amazing. Redeim apparently filmed the entire song knowing that I'd want to revisit the moment. At the end of the song, Rie basically launched himself into hugging Junji, which was adorable (sadly Redeim didn't catch that on film and I really hope someone did).

During one of the later ments they sang bits and pieces of songs that weren't on tonight's set list and they all sounded so good. Rie and Junji harmonizing and just all the singing without backing was probably one of my favorite parts.

The last two songs were angel (there was a fan project banner for it) and time leap (they asked us to sing along and it was really touching honestly).

Member interactions throughout were so good. All of the members got over to our part of the stage and waved at our section of the crowd. Nine and Yoojung both pointed to the little rainbow flag I was waving around in lieu of a lightstick and then waved excitedly at different points.

Rie continued to be a menace when he knows he's your bias. He interacts with the crowd really well in general, but like every time he was over in my area, I got to get the eye contact brain short circuit moment again. Also the him making a heart back when I made a hands heart.

They got so many flags at the end (including a trans flag from us). Some fans also brought them a bouquet of roses which was so sweet.

I vaguely regret waiting to long to get a snapshot because they'd sold out, but also, Rie would probably have continued to be a menace.

So many lyOns were lovely and wonderful to interact with. I got so many compliments on my outfit, and I gave a bunch of people little rainbow flags to wave, and a bunch of people rainbow stickers, and got a bunch of freebies that were lovely. It was such a good crowd to be a part of.

#OnlyOneOf #my concert experience #SF concert #personal #Rie and Junji are both my biases #but Rie was definitely hard to not pay attention to #with #Redeim

[youngsamanda]

currently re-reading the hunger games trilogy and am on catching fire, these are my thoughts:

the rebellion would not exist without rue who is the INITIAL mockingjay it’s mockingjays being relevant to rue and the agriculture in work with that little tune signifying safety in the fields that then translates to katniss

the movies feel a little ... white savior-y with the obvious change of katniss being played by a grown white woman in the films like this is a sixteen yr old who ... realistically? is probably indigenous like it grinds my gears that she is white in the movies bc there is this whole point of the mother being a white woman who was shit on for marrying a coal miner who definitely WAS NOT A WHITE DUDE 

the racism and class differences between not only the capitol vs the districts but the districts themselves w the seam mostly being populated by people who are not described to be the fair skin blonde haired blue eyed people that are katniss’ mother and peeta’s family

the importance of knowing that just bc peeta’s family is better off in the stature of like having food they still are neglected as poor people in district 12 

madge should’ve been in the movie like what the fuck was that about it’s such a small role but so important to symbolize solidarity between the people in twelve which again!!! so important bc the capitol is always trying to turn them all against each other which is why the districts who are not rich and so easily brainwashed (in an effect of ignorance and also perhaps plato’s cave type bullshit bc they don’t actually see what’s going on in other districts) whereas in twelve we do see tht solidarity between them!!! is it great absolutely not but like gale even brings up this point

gale represents fighting/rebellion/war whereas peeta represents peace etc etc this is important in the aspect of the love triangle but also why the FUCK did they make gale just miserable in the movies he’s basically like completely downgraded as a character who wants to leave his horrible position but won’t try and make a run bc of his family into this friendzoned annoying ass dude 

i’m not even a gale defender im here for gale slander but whyyy

peeta was so funny and snippy in the books like you can’t tell me josh hutcherson wouldn’t have ate that shit up! 

peeta represents peace in the same way prim does and that’s where the dandelion symbolism comes in bc both primrose and dandelions are delicate flowers and peeta is soft and gentle and the exact type thing the capitol would want to break it does make me upset

peeta not loosing his leg in the movies is so stupid???? like???? it’s very important to the plot and so is katniss’ hearing getting fucked up and then fixed too well by the capitol it’s why she knows where the forcefield is in the catching fire arena and can hear the hum of the electric fence being on bc she was defeaned in one ear and the capitol tried to fix it like omg this makes me sooooo heated!!! not only is it disability rep but it also in peeta’s case shows how the glamorous capitol cannot fix everything and its the start of the victors still visibly being damaged from the games even when they scrape them all clean and pretty for the cameras

the absolute nuance of knowing that the careers are antagonistic but not villains they are children who are brainwashed into thinking this is their life purpose i will say cato’s speech was a nice addition to the movie but it really does drive me nuts how easily glossed over them being children is like yes!!! cato is very big and hulking and scary but he literally doesn’t know another purpose in life

cato holding clove as she died!!! again!!!! THEY ARE CHILDREN!!!!! NOT THE ENEMY #1 HERE!!!

the one scene with katniss and thresh where he establishes respect for her/her taking care of rue in her death yeah i cried what about it 

there’s so much more but yeah i only finished book one and am at the beginning of catching fire right now and it’s been a decade since i’ve read these and i have so many thoughts 

#kisses to finnick odair i love u #this is my ramble of the day

[sapphos-catpanions]

“No, it’s not about young gays and lesbians – at least not in the way you think.

“When I first entered the gender debate about ten years ago, the entire concept of childhood transition was barely on the radar. It wasn’t until a few years later – especially with the debut of TLC’s I Am Jazz in 2015 – that you started to see the focus of the debate shift from adults to children. But when TERFs did notice that referrals to gender clinics were slowly starting to rise, most of them immediately interpreted it as a form of modern-day conversion therapy. Homophobic parents, so the story goes, where turning their gay sons into straight daughters and lesbian daughters into straight sons.

“At the time, that was probably an accurate assessment. When the first wave of detransitioners emerged in the middle of the 2010’s, it was made up almost entirely of young gays and lesbians. I don’t consider myself part of that wave – although I spent my high school years identifying as various flavors of transgender too, I was lucky enough to grow up in a region where access to any real medical intervention was pretty much impossible – but I would still say my own attraction to gender theory was also intimately wrapped up with my own sexuality and the pressures I felt from the conservative community I found myself in. Back then, there just wasn’t much of a reason for straight kids to find transition appealing, whereas there was a certain type of LGB kid for whom it made sense in a twisted way.

“But things have changed a lot in the years since gender theory began exploding into popular culture, and the narratives that previously made sense are rapidly becoming irrelevant. In my two and half years teaching in this district, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a gay or lesbian student transition to better “fit in” with heterosexuality. Nowadays, gay and lesbian teenagers mainly live their lives as, well, gay and lesbian teenagers – it’s the socially awkward heterosexuals who flock around them, desperate for a “marginalized identity” of their own, that you need to be worrying about.

“In other words: It used to be that childhood transition was a way for gay kids to make themselves straight, but now it’s primarily a way for straight kids to make themselves gay. And why wouldn’t they? In these internet-poisoned youth subcultures, being a boring straight kid (especially a boring straight girl!) puts you at the absolute bottom of the hierarchy, a totally acceptable target for barely-concealed contempt and passive bullying. I had a group of queer students who ate lunch by my desk every day, and every other joke they made was about the one “token heterosexual” who liked to hang out with them. Of course, she was non-binary too by the end of the year – you can only take peers “punching up” at you for so long before you’d want to join them on their level.

“This, more than anywhere else, is where common TERF arguments break down. It’s not that modern gender theory isn’t homophobic. It is, undoubtedly. But it’s homophobic less in the sense that it represses homosexuality and more that it elevates it to a sort of in-demand cultural signifier, wildly disconnected from any actual same-sex desire. Ironically, the TERF impulse to immediately center gay and lesbian youth in these talking points is part of the problem – most of these children are transitioning precisely because they want to roleplay as an oppressed minority, and the assumption that every social ill must always have a unique impact on LGB people in particular just feeds that obsession. If you really want to stop children from transitioning, you better start saying it’s for boring straight kids, not gay ones!

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“As I wrap up, let me just say: I don’t want anyone who reads this piece to think TERFs are only “half right,” just because I’m pointing out some places where their analysis goes wrong. On everything that actually matters, they’re the only ones out there today consistently capturing the reality I see on the ground. It’s just that they noticed what was going on before anyone else did, back when all this nonsense was strictly the domain of a few fanatics and its primary victims were gay and lesbian kids; it’s no surprise that some of their talking points are in need of an update in 2022, now that gender theory is a full-blown social phenomenon. But their fundamental analysis still captures something essential that snappier criticisms from conservatives and centrists often miss.

“You can’t understand gender theory today unless you understand teenage girls today – and like it or not, you can’t understand teenage girls today if you’re tuning out the feminists who have been ringing alarm bells for decades now. So go find some TERFs and really listen to what they have to say, as long as you remember that the situation is changing rapidly and not everything that was right on the money years ago is perfectly accurate now. As for me, I’ve got about fifteen more sensitivity trainings to wrap up.”

https://wesleyyang.substack.com/p/gender-theory-in-schools-two-things?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

#gender dysphoria #trans #nonbinary

[surftrips]

Just My Type — Chapter Four (Jay Halstead x woc!Reader)

Word Count: 1155

Chapter Summary: Dr Y/L/N has been growing distant from Jay Halstead, and that doesn't go unnoticed by him.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to get this last chapter out! I am pretty satisfied with this ending, but if this does well then I might post a few headcanons for the two characters (sort of like an epilogue). Enjoy!

CHAPTER THREE / SERIES DESCRIPTION

It had been weeks since you last assisted Intelligence on a case. You didn’t mind, though, because you were busy enough with your work at Med. With Dr. Charles in and out of the office due to personal reasons, your caseload grew heavier by the day. 

“Hey, you okay? You seem kinda stressed out,” Dr. Halstead asked you. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine…” you responded, trying to convince both you and him that you weren’t totally in over your head. 

He nodded, “Well, just thought I’d let you know that my brother has been asking about you.” 

You stopped and looked up from the open manila folder in your hand. “What for?”

“He just wants to know how you’ve been, he heard about Dr. Charles so he might come by later and drop off some coffee,” Will replied nonchalantly. You were trying to decide if he knew something else was going on… if he could somehow sense that there were more than platonic feelings involved between you and his brother. 

You decided that he didn’t, that he was just being a good brother and relaying a message. “Oh, that’s nice of him. Tell him he really doesn’t have to if he’s busy, I’ll survive.” 

“Got it,” he was about to walk away, but not before adding, “You know, I can tell he really cares about you.” 

Why!! Why did he have to say that?

The conversation that you had with Hailey and Kim weeks ago replayed in the back of your mind during all hours of the day, no matter how much you wanted to forget about it. We can tell that he really likes you. That’s what they told you.

And now, his own brother was saying that he cared about you. What did all of this mean?  

You really couldn’t allow yourself to believe that Jay Halstead actually had feelings for you. Platonic feelings? Sure. Romantic ones? Absolutely not. You did not want to lead yourself into a trap that only ended in disappointment and heartbreak. You had seen this film before, and you did not like the ending. 

—

A few hours into your shift you heard a knock on your office door.

“Delivery!”

You looked up abruptly because one, you didn’t order any food, and two, you could recognize his voice from anywhere.

“Jay, what a surprise! You didn’t have to bring me anything,” you said. 

“Oh, but I did. Will told me about how stressed you were and you’ve been so helpful with my cases that this is the least I can do,” he replied, holding up the bag of takeout food from your favorite restaurant. How did he know that? 

“Ugh, you’re the best. Seriously. But I’m going to have to have a talk with Will about going around telling people my business,” you joked. 

He laughed, “I would hate to be him. I’m honored to be your favorite Halstead brother.” 

“Hey, when did I say that?”

“Just now, by expressing your hatred for Will.”

“Okay, now you’re just putting words in my mouth!” You giggled.

Jay’s face lit up. It didn’t take someone with a psych degree to see that. 

“Are we going to eat or what?” he asked.

“Don’t you have to be back at the district?”

“They don’t need me right now. I told them I had important matters to tend to,” he smiled smugly. 

“Well in that case…” You grabbed the takeout bag from him and began placing the cartons on your desk, careful not to mess up the documents dispersed throughout. 

For a while, you two ate in silence. You didn’t realize how hungry you had been until you had wolfed down an entire carton of noodles in record time. 

Jay was the first one to speak. “Hey, can I ask you a question?” 

“Yeah, what’s up?” 

“How come you never text me anymore? I know you’ve been busy and all, but you used to check in on me or meet me at Molly’s. I can’t remember the last time I saw you there.”

You fought back the urge to respond with, What do you care? You’re the one who told me to keep things professional between us! 

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s like you said, I’ve just been busy and all.”

He looked like he had something else to say, but continued picking at his food. After a while, it seemed like he had worked up the courage to proceed with whatever he had in mind. 

“It’s just that… I feel like things have been different between us. Like we hit it off right away, and suddenly, one day, you stopped texting me and I stopped seeing you at the bar and I don’t know, I guess I’m just trying to tell you that I’ve missed you. That’s all.” 

Now it was your turn to be silent. You stared at your psychology degree hanging on the wall behind him. Come on, you thought to yourself. He is displaying all the signs of someone who is interested in you, what’s not adding up?

You took a deep breath and decided to be brave, “Jay, things changed between us the day you told me you wanted to keep our relationship professional. I’ve been distant because I don’t know if I trust myself to keep it that way. I like you, a lot. But I know I’m not your type and…” 

He interrupted you, “Wait- what do you mean you’re not my type?”

“Let’s be real. Look at me and then look at all the women you’ve dated. I don’t exactly fit the whole ‘blonde hair, blue eyes’ look.” 

“Wait- you like me?” 

“Yes, you idiot.” God, he was clueless. You had all but confessed your love for this man and he was stuck on the wrong details. 

“God, I wish I knew. I wish I knew you liked me.” This caught you by surprise. If he knew… would things have been different? 

“Y/N, I said all that stuff about professionalism at Molly’s because I wanted to protect you. And myself, in a way. I liked you… a lot. And it was scaring me, because well, as you know, I haven’t exactly had the best track record when it comes to relationships. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship and risk losing you, I figured if we didn’t date, we would always be friends.” 

“Jay… that’s not for you to decide.” You were tired of people trying to protect you because they thought they knew what was best. “I am perfectly capable of ruining my life by my own accords.”

He laughed at this. “I have this bad habit of ruining things myself, but I was always mad at myself for not at least trying with you. I really think we can work it out, even if I think you’re too good for me.” 

“Honestly? I probably am, but I think you’re worth a shot, Jay Halstead.”

#jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago pd fic #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead imagine #jesse lee soffer #just my type fic

[drarrygirl27]

Hello!

I haven't been on here in so long, it's insane! I am still a school custodian, but I now work at an early college for the same school district and Doug is now a plumber. Things have gotten better and easier for the both of us. We're both in good places when it comes to co-workers and bosses now.

We also have a new furrier addition to our family now. I'm so in love with her, my Goddess! So... Doug and I rescued a domestic black short-hair kitten a little more than 2 weeks ago now from a storm drain. It's quite a story. LOL! 😆 She's 7 weeks old and according to the vet and the other vet peeps, she's pretty healthy overall which Doug and I are really happy to know. She might have hookworms because she has vomited about 3-4 times out of a total of 2 weeks since we've had her, but she hasn't since the last time which was I believe the earlier part of last week so maybe she just ate too fast or too much at once and played too hard which caused her to get sick. We gave her a bath the day after we went to her first check-up and we used some medicine that was prescribed to her to help with fleas. Her next appointment is on July 10th at 7 pm to have a feline distemper done. It is so freakin' awesome that this vet is so close to us for one and for two, they're open late on two days out of a week which works really well for us right now because right now my work shifts are Mon-Thurs: 6:00 am-4:30 pm meanwhile Doug's work shifts are Mon-Fri: 7:00 am-3:30 pm because of it being the summer.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get her to give us a stool sample to check for those kinds of things before we went to the appointment that evening after Doug and I got off of work at 3:30 pm for him and 4:30 pm for me so they gave us a stool sample container so we can get it whenever we can so they can test for hookworms and the like.

Y'all, she is a beautiful, little kitty girl and I don't think I could have picked out a better name for her.

Without further ado, here is Nezuko!

I named her after one of the main characters in "Demon Slayer" which is one of my favorite Japanese animes right now.

[chawarin-panich]

someone PLEASE explain to me why I am ignoring 6 FK / Akkayan WIPs to write an AlanKaipa one - i am just so desperate for them to be in love in every universe

Alan x Kaipa (FirstKhao); Gen (will go up to E); Moonlight Chicken

Warning: Underage ; Kaipa is 17/18 ie in high school while Alan is mid 20s

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He sees the kid from the corner of his eyes. 

He’s stopped for a smoke break as the party-goers pass him by. Dressed impeccably, colorful, loud, highlighting their best assets, highlighting the drama of being alive people walk in groups, as pairs, own their own to their destination of pubs or nightclubs or even the little food stalls they go to for a snack and respite. All in all, there is plenty for Alan to look at while he smokes and tries to not think about how the only thing he can’t see is what he’s looking for.

And yet, he turns his head to get a second look at this kid, drab and out of place, determined in his uncertainty and confusion. Alan takes another long drag of his cigarette and looks down at himself, his crinkled dress shirt and folded slacks. He doesn’t doubt his head likely looks terribly mussed like he’s been pulling at it, because he has been. 

They’re both undeniably out of place, a kinship borne of a coincidence, and yet what draws him to the kid is a recognition of the familiar, that crazed look in his eyes. Like he’s looking for something with a desperation that consumes him. Alan actually snorts around his next drag as he realizes that adultery and sin would hide in a place like this - that there would be more like him, outsiders looking for answers and maybe, this thought does amuse him a little, even for justice.

Wen had texted him, as if on cue, that he had a last minute onsite inspection and was going to be late coming home. Of course, this text comes exactly half an hour after his friend had texted saying he’d spotted Wen here, this very street, at the bar he’s standing in front of right this second, hoping that the nicotine rush would take with it, the helplessness bubbling within him. Of watching his relationship crash and being able to do nothing to stop it.

Usually, Wen would just stay out and he wouldn’t find out until it was 3 am and he’d spent half the night staring up at his ceiling, eyes dry from the tears that no longer agreed to drop. But recently he's started coming up with excuses, giving him well thought out reasons as to why he's not coming home.

He still feels a little bit like that now, like he’d already cried half the night.

He looks down at his watch.

10 p.m.

His exhaustion has gotten efficient lately, coming without the effort so at least his body could rest. He pushes off the wall he was leaning against and approaches the kid who has chosen to sit on the raised edge of a sidewalk, seeking respite from a fruitless endeavor.

Maybe he’d appreciate a cigarette.

That he’d been crying is even more apparent up close, his eyes red and watery still, like he’d only just brushed a tear off it. How pathetic. He pulls his handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it out to him.

The kid looks up at him startled, big brown eyes, that make him look even more lost. Alan suddenly wants to pet him.

‘Hungry?’ he asks as the kid takes the handkerchief, dabs at his eyes, a few new tears leaking through. He’s silent for a long while and Alan belatedly realizes that he must seem like he’s hitting on him, in the middle of the party district looking like an office clerk and approaching a kid unprompted who looks too young to be here.

Just as he’s thinking about just edging away, the kid looks up, in his eyes there’s something more than hopelessness, and nods.

‘How’d you find yourself in such a place?’ Alan asks once he’s finished his own bowl of noodles. They ate in near silence and all Alan has done for the last 15 minutes is look at this kid, clinging onto the edges of his desperation, trying not to get swept away.

Alan wants to tell him he’ll be okay. That Alan is okay, that it's okay to give in sometimes and cry oneself hoarse, that he wades through everyday with a stone stuck in his throat but he’s okay. He tries to not think about how he’s here, kind of relieved not to have found Wen here, as well as disappointed. It means that he must go on another day, and perhaps several days, without any sign of an end, without any release.

‘I’m looking for someone.’ He says and continues slurping his noodles. Alan remembers when he used to have an appetite like that, able to scarf down two bowls of noodles. But now his stomach can’t handle it, he’s ordered the smallest bowl they serve and the food still sits like a brick inside him unable to settle.

‘Scorned lover?’ Alan asks, because somehow it’s important, finding himself sharing a meal with someone going through the same heartbreak as him, feels profound. Suddenly, it feels like he’s sitting somewhere he’s supposed to be. The kid, surprisingly, shakes his head no, ‘he’s very faithful.’ He says, eyes watering again. It surprises him, Alan didn’t think he was wrong about the heartbreak: 

‘Then what’s wrong?’

‘I’m not his lover.’ 

Alan sighs. He wants to scold him for the audacity of hoping to break a relationship. Yet, he wears his pain on his face with such sincerity that Alan can’ imagine any malice in his actions. He finds himself unable to blame this kid for being in love.

‘Let me take you home kid. There’s nothing for you here.’

Alan doesn’t really wait for an answer, if the kid wants to keep looking he can continue doing so without him. He doesn’t want to get angry at this kid. But he doesn’t feel like sympathizing with him either. He thinks so much of Wen’s reasons already, there’s no room left for anyone else’s.

Alan only thinks of turning around to check if the kid was following him when he gets to his bike. He’s there, just a step behind him, deathly quiet in the way he moves as though he’s molded into Alan’s shadow. He looks up at him, lost and - shit - looking for answers, ‘please mister, i don’t want to be alone.’

#nani writes #firstkhao fanfic #alankaipa fanfic #moonlight chicken fanfic #i am obsessed with the potential for dysfunction with them

[bloemenfleur]

Intuitive

A moment passed by…

29 April 2023, in regards to 28 April 2023.

I don’t exactly know how to put it in words, but it was a pretty chaotic day, I might say. I’m currently in block 2 of my study, having the busiest one so far. I supposed to have a trip right now, but…

I still remember the day I purchased the trip ticket. It was during the week of ToM exam preparation, around March 20-something. I thought I needed to loose a bit since I was too intense in the first block, thus I planned the trip just in case, also it seems like the ticket was cheaper before it increased (yet it turned out the price stayed the same up until around two weeks before departure?). So counting the days to departure began…

First block passed. The ToM exam passed (not).

Entered block two like a flash (literally, we had no week off).

I took three courses, contrary to two only, because of the minimum credit required for an internship. This is the ‘mistake’ happened. I should’ve known that it would be hectic hectic, as the first block alone with lesser credit was already quite demanding. One week in, two weeks, three weeks… I was rattling, trying to catch up with all the materials, while at the same time preparing my stuff for internship - CV, workshops, applying jobs, scrolling through LinkedIn… it is a mess. And approaching the day of the trip…

Here came 27 April. The long vacation in the Netherlands began with King’s Day, the birthday of the Dutch royal family’s King. I was in, of course, not going miss anything from the events. All in, with all-orange merchandise and outfit. With a couple of friend hanging around a city district in Amsterdam. The thing is, we kind of grew tired at the afternoon and split up afterwards, around 4 pm. I should’ve taken the clue to go home too, but a part of me somehow still wanted to wander around for the celebration day since I looked cool. Alright, a friend and I kept walking toward anywhere as we didn’t actually know what where we were actually walking to. We ended up going to a cafe, took some more pictures, and in the end ate some chickens in a Korean restaurant I never went to before. After that we really split up for real and I went home, saying I should’ve really prepared for tomorrow’s trip (which is today’s mess, basically). Ended up fixing my laptop (again and again, my laptop was having breakdowns and this would create a whole new story) and waited for Isha prayer before sleeping because I thought of doing the luggage stuff in the morning - that was around 11.15 pm. I still remember what I felt in the evening after getting home: I’m tired, I shouldn’t have bought that trip, I don’t deserve trips anyway… at least not before this block’s exams, I haven’t been the best in this block, I feel guilty to go on vacation when I suppose to catch up to all the materials I’ve been missing these four weeks… Can I get a refund if I decide not to go? I just want to go to the library the next morning, ugh… and so on and so forth. In short; I actually don’t want to go.

But I still woke up early the next morning to prepare myself, because to settle the internal battle in me I decided still to go, but after this trip I wouldn’t have any breaks anymore until this block is over. I planned to go at 9.30 as it felt safe, yet I passed the time a bit, but it’s okay, I still can catch it, just with a bit of a rush of running. Yet, the metro I was riding on stopped for some minutes more, which delayed my journey (later on I found out there was a construction work being held on the route, hence the delays). I was wrinkling my nose, feeling quite panic while looking at the time on my phone screen. 9.59 am. The bus moved at 10 am. It’s okay, there’s a probability they would delay the journey anyway… I tried to calm myself down. By the time I arrived, it was 10.03 am. I rushed outside toward the bus parking lot, and by the time I reached the ground, a bus passing me by. I had a gut that it was actually my bus, but I still tried to find the bus. Unsurprisingly it was not there. It was gone.

Change of plans. I asked the trip leader what to do and she advised to take another bus. Okay, I purchased another bus ticket to catch on to the main bus. While I finally got into the bus, a report came in the group chat informing that an accident happened in the way to our destination which caused heavy traffic. We were stuck for quite some time, and my bus ended up late than expected time to the supposed meeting point by 2 hours. Again, after arrived there, the main bus already left.

I was feeling pretty devastated at that point. I called the trip leader to ask what to do, and she told me to catch on the next meeting stops. Several choices, and I stared at the train ticket machine since the bus tickets were already full or not suitable for my needs. As the tiredness came over my head, and having to stare at the (slow) ticket machine for an hour or so, plus the waiting bench was cold, I started to look for a ticket way home instead. I was tired, I felt dizzy, I had not eaten, I was feeling cold, and I was basically a lost person. I just wanted to go home, rest on my bed, and do something productive the next day. On that cold bench, I tried to call some of my friends. A friend picked it up. We talked and I decided to go to her neighboring city of my residence instead - since I already carried the luggage, why not.

I looked for the transportation to go right away. I called the trip leader that I quit, I was just too tired to catch up anymore. Of course I was thinking of the money I had paid, but the whole vibe was gone. I suddenly remembered what my mom always said in the typical moment: “this is a lesson for you, just profess the cost as the cost for learning.” Indeed I felt guilty for the euros I spent for something I didn’t use at all, but I just.

Waiting at the airport for the bus to come, my departure would have one transfer change, and I am writing this post now in my time off at Liege, Belgium, feeling completely lost, where everything closed, no McD, no nothing for me to seat at least, at 1.55 am. I was eager to get on the next bus that was supposed to be here to pick me up at 4.30 am but I got an email saying it was delayed and now I have to wait for another one hour. I felt quite unsafe here, people looked dangerous, places were closed, nowhere to shelter, outside was cold, at one time it was raining too so I have to go inside the building with noone is in (basically)…

Update after 2 days later:

30 April 2023, in regards to 29 April 2023.

I ended up waiting for one more hour because the bus was delayed. Yes, three and a half in the middle of somewhere foreign with no language I could understand, in the middle of the night, alone.

I escaped this odd whole day and night going back to the Netherlands, to Rotterdam afterwards. Things were looking better after. And now I’m writing this update version at one of the tram stops in Amsterdam already (home sweet home!).

What a lesson to learn.

#fwriteh #2023

[rainbowsalt0412]

Osamu Dazai’s Entrance Exam - Prologue

What are ideals?

There are innumerable answers to that question. One could say it’s merely a term, or an idea, or perhaps even the source of all meaning. But if you ask me, the answer is obvious. It’s the word written on the cover of my notebook.

My notebook has all the answers. It is my creed, my master, and a prophet that guides me. At times, it can be either a weapon or a solution.

Ideals.

Everything I am is written in this notebook, which I always carry with me. My entire future lies within it, from what I’m eating for dinner to where I’m moving five years from now, from my list of tomorrow’s tasks for work to the cheapest radish prices in the district. My plans, projects, objectives, policies—they’re all there, waiting for me to bring them to fruition.

I would even argue that this notebook is like my personal prophecy. My ideals are always inside—all I need to do is follow them. My future is under my control as long as I stick to the plans within this notebook. Control of my future—what promising words.

However—No matter how brilliant an ideal may be, if the path to realization is too far, then the light at the end is nothing more than an illusion, and those ideals—meaningless. Thus, the quickest path to fulfillment is inscribed on the first page of my notebook:

“Do what must be done.”

My name is Doppo Kunikida, an idealist who lives in reality, a realist who pursues ideals.

And this is a record of the struggles between a man who yearns for the realization of ideals and a new hire destined to interfere with them.

***

7th

Around three days have passed since I wrote a new page in my notebook.

What happened during that time is as follows:

Takekoshi came to my house. We took a stroll under the moonlight together.

Hacker Rokuzo Taguchi contacted me back regarding the foreign ship.

I ate a pear. It wasn’t sweet.

I mustn’t let petty things bother me.

Ah, I wish for nothing more than to do what is right.

“Stop right there!”

I chase the offender through the city of Yokohama. Mirthful vendors hawking at their stands, crowds of people talking in the streets, customers begging for discounts, and the sound of rickshaws riding east and west over the pavement: The busy shopping arcade is as boisterous as ever. If someone was to start a fight on the right side of the street, the people on the left side wouldn’t even notice, I’m sure.

I push through the clamor in pursuit of a criminal, a real lowlife. He made a scene at the jewelers’ before taking off with some merchandise. Mere baubles, but his third robbery earned him a request for his arrest.

I pursue the criminal after catching him on his fourth offense, but he has a good pair of legs on him, not once slowing down. We pass the market. I continue to cut through the rowdy streets, hunting down my prey until he disappears into a narrow back road.

“You better keep up, newcomer!” I yell to my colleague running behind me.

“Wait, Kunikida! My shoe came untied!” 

“Who cares?! Just run!”

Slowly lagging behind is a colleague who just the other day joined our office.

His name: Osamu Dazai.

A rather proper-sounding name.

“Phew. Kunikida, I’m exhausted. Could you slow down a little? This isn’t good for my health, you know.”

“Just pick up the pace, you lazy oaf! My own health is suffering thanks to you!”

“Congratulations!” 

“Oh, shut up!”

Osamu Dazai, a man of unknown origin and capabilities, a man most deficient in motivation, lives to throw off my schedule. He’s far too carefree and takes everything at his own pace. To make matters worse, his hobby—

“By the way, Kunikida. Our man is getting away, y’know.”

My train of thought interrupted, I look ahead to see the runaway mow down a street vendor’s vegetables before taking a left to escape. I instinctively click my tongue. Then I dive into my memories to recall a map of the area. He’s heading toward a narrow residential district with hedges lining each side of the street. There are countless houses to escape to or hide in around that area.

“You see that, Dazai?! Thanks to your dawdling, he’s now going to be even harder to catch!”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s all according to plan. More importantly, guess what I just saw.”

“I don’t care!”

“It’s this incredibly rare book called The Complete Suicide. I’ve been searching all over for it, and I just noticed it on display in the used bookstore back there— Ah! I have to go back and buy it before someone else does.”

Nobody asked.

“I could always just shoot you in the head if you want to die that badly!” I yell, to which he replies:

“Wait. Seriously? Wow, thanks.”

He smiles bashfully, even though there’s nothing to blush about.

For a man who doesn’t put much effort into his job, he sure puts a lot of work into fantasizing about suicide. It’s a world unfamiliar to me. However, there isn’t a waking moment when he isn’t searching for the cheapest, quickest way to off himself. He’s obsessed with suicide.

A suicide aficionado? How vile.

But no matter how twisted my partner’s interests are, no matter how much he tries to sabotage the mission, I will not allow the criminal to escape, for failure is not written in my schedule.

I chase the lowlife into a dark path wide enough for only one person at a time. Both sides are lined with hedges, and I can see a well and the backyard of an old house. A washing machine lies knocked over under the roof’s eaves. I open a map of the area on my mobile device, and a white dot representing our location is displayed along with the buildings and backstreets.

Narrow paths branch out in every direction through the residential district. If the thief keeps heading straight, he’ll most likely make his way to the old factory district, filled with premodern warehouses. We would have an easier time finding a needle in a haystack than finding him there.

The criminal slowly fades into the distance.

Looks like he really is heading toward the old factory district. 

“Damn it!”

The foul curse slips off my tongue. I won’t be able to catch up when I’m this far behind. And he would no doubt repeat the crime if he is allowed to get away. It would put our client’s business at risk while even further damaging our detective agency’s image.

What should I do? What can I do?

“Well then, I think it’s about time we end this so I can go buy that book. We just need to slow him down, right?” Dazai breaks into a smile.

Then he takes in a deep breath before yelling in a booming voice:

“Fire!!”

The townspeople immediately lunge into the streets in a panic, blocking the criminal’s path of escape. People nearby come rushing out in utter confusion: a woman holding a pot lid, a young man with sleepy eyes, an elderly fellow carrying his shogi board. People crowd the streets one after another, making it impossible to get by.

The criminal is at his wits’ end. The path is overrun with people, meaning going back is no longer an option, either. Verbal threats wouldn’t work against a crowd desperately searching for the fire, and an open door now further blocks the offender’s path of return.

“How’s that?”

“You idiot! Yes, you stopped him, but it doesn’t matter if we can’t get to him!”

“Sure we can! I mean, that’s why we have the skilled detective Doppo Kunikida with us, right? I set the stage, so now it’s your turn to show us what you’ve got.”

I’m going to sew those lips of yours shut before long!

I open my notebook and quickly jot something down. After ripping out the page with the words WIRE GUN inscribed, I infuse it with my will.

“The Matchless Poet!”

My special skill.

I don’t know how I do it, and I can’t logically explain how it works. All I can say is that’s just how it is. There is no rational explanation for why it has to be a page out of my notebook or how it can transform in spite of the laws of physics.

The sheet of paper transforms into a wire gun exactly as written. I leap onto a nearby fence before pointing the muzzle at the thief. That’s when I notice him reaching for a gun in his pocket to threaten the citizens blocking his way.

You know something is wrong with the world when even a lowlife crook in the outskirts of town has a gun.

At any rate, I can’t let him use it in such a densely populated area!

I aim, then pull the trigger. A harpoon-shaped hook shoots out toward the target with a steel wire trailing behind. Before the thief can even lift his arm completely, the hook knocks the gun out of his hand, then pierces his sleeve, tethering him to the wall behind.

“Jackpot.” Dazai offers a pathetic attempt at a whistle.

I reel in the steel wire while kicking off one fence and landing on another, repeating the movement to make my way forward. After jumping over the heads of the townspeople, I land right in front of the fugitive.

As I lift my head, he takes out a dagger he was hiding in his pocket. He swings the weapon not even three feet away, but the blade of an amateur has no chance of hitting me. I casually tilt my head to the side, then gently grab his elbow and wrist. With the help of his momentum, I twist his wrist while pushing the elbow in the opposite direction to send him flying into the air. He makes an arc in the sky before slamming upside down into the wall. His face contorts in surprise as if he doesn’t know what just happened. Then he falls to the ground and passes out.

It’s a throwing technique that uses the opponent’s momentum against them.

The area residents look back and forth between the thief and me in mute amazement. Soon after, Dazai finally catches up before addressing the crowd. “Our sincere apologies for all the fuss, ladies and gentlemen. However, there is no longer any need to worry. Oh, and the fire was a false alarm.” 

One resident speaks up. “J-just who are you people?”

I whip out my detective license and hold it up in the air so everyone can see.

“There is no need for concern. We’re with the Armed Detective Agency.”

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🎁 for Fubuki

"Woughhh... we're finally here. Should we eat?" The bloated bunnygirl suddenly perked up as she looked down to her friend. The two of them had taken a bit of a detour to one of Ginma district's outlet malls; both of them needed to stock up on clothes for their own reasons. But right now, the food court was in front of them, and as the pointed question floated through her head, Fubuki had to wonder... did she already have lunch? Grgggrllrgl... she looked down as her stomach seemed to suggest otherwise. Maybe the two of them should hit the food court for now.

-

"Wait, this'd look good on you, Fubuki!" The other girl presented her findings to the pudgy heiress; It did look like a very fitting choice; she usually had a better sense of style for other people than herself. However, as Fubuki looked through it, something caught her eye; 4XL... She stammered down at her mall date. "Um, am I... 4XL again?"

"Huh? Oh... you're actually 7XL, yeah... I could probably refit it for you, though." The shorter girl scratched her head, a little embarrassed.

"Right, right... seven is such a difficult number to remember, though..." Fubuki hemmed and hawed a bit... well, since he was around to help, it'd probably be fine.

"Now let's go eat! I ate lunch before we came here, but I don't think you did, right?" A mischievous grin crept up on her face... and Fubuki was none the wiser.

"Huh... now that you mention it, I don't remember whether we did or not." Fubuki pawed at her growling, flabby boulder of a gut. "Well, either way, I am rather hungry..."

-

Fubuki gasped a bit as she stuffed another burger down her throat... It was hard to keep track of it all, especially when her gut seemed dead-set on begging for more from her. Her four-chair-spanning ass had pushed up the shorts she'd bought on request, leaving the giant, dimpled cheeks on display for the food court to see. She wiped off a bit of drool and grease from her chins, trying to tune back in to what her friend was talking about. She seemed pretty excited about the chance to talk costuming with her, at least. She pushed back from the table, leaning to give her beleaguered gut some more space... "This was... houghh, umm... how many lunches did we have?" She turned to her friend, wincing a bit.

"Huh? This was our first, obviously." The blonde had to snort, but she was a bit worried Fubuki would actually catch on to the game she was playing.

"No, I believe we had one, two,, three... four... fiiive? And then we had more after that." Fubuki counted on her pudgy, grease-coated digits. Something began to dawn on her as she started glowering at the girl across from her.

"What? No, no, I think you're just gotten your facts wrong, Prince-" He suddenly faltered as Fubuki reached into her coat pocket, wrestling around a bit, before finding a receipt... and many more that came with it, all from various places in the eatery. "I, I-"

"Desuhiko, if you had just wanted to have extra lunches, I would have gladly accepted!" Fubuki had to huff. Being friends with a girl like her was really difficult sometimes.

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