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whois-miki · 2 months

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my name is the only thing they can’t take.

Chapter 1 of Bloody Ballerina:

“my name is the only thing they can’t take.”

warning : none

“Azalea!”

Alanna called out to me, snapping me from my trance. Her auburn hair was twisted into two french braids that laid over her shoulders.

My hands fell from my knees to the dewy grass beneath me. I look into her irritated eyes and she says, “get up, it’s reaping day.”

My hands clench the grass that i was sitting on, like i was a small child trying to hold on to what i had left. My eyes find the fresh meadow again and i felt a sudden realization wash across me.

Reaping day.

The day where my name has a 1/100 chance of being pick. Or it could be Reed, or Allana.

They took so much away from me already. My mother, my father, my home, my twin brother. My name is the only thing they can’t take away from me.

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I stand up with a shaky breath. Allana notices this and softly takes my hand in hers to lead me back home.

The walk from the forest is long. I can feel the rocks beneath me, from my worn out shoes.

When we get to our house, i shed my clothes and take a much needed bath.

The water felt cold and dunking my head under made it much worse. i sat there for a while, in the ice cold water, thinking about my twin brother screaming out for me to help him. I remembered just standing there as two peacekeepers drag him away. I remembered him freezing to death in the tundra arena whispering one word to his ally before passing.

“Azalea.”

I wondered if the icy water is what he felt as he took his final breaths. I wondered if i would ever be able to look in the mirror again without seeing him.

“Azie! get out and get dressed! we only have an hour!”

Reed shouted from the outside of the locked door of the bathroom. I stepped out of the cold bath, and shuddered at the blast of cold air. I dried off my hair and body before changing into my reaping dress. It was a light blue dress that had dirt stains along with grass stains near the bottom. I tied my hair up into two braids and squeezed my feet into my too tight dress shoes.

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I joined my older brother and sister outside and we walked another mile to get to the Hall of Justice. I whispered a small ‘love you’ to my brother, and walked into the line of girls along with my sister. The peacekeeper pricked my finger and pressed it on a paper, like a stamp. i winced at the pain and joined the other 13 year old girls.

I zoned out as the video played, it talked about the war and how the hunger games brought the districts together. The whole video felt like a distant memory that had been played over and over.

“Now that is just a wonderful video!” Clementine spoke into the mic, a short feedback echoing into the crowd. “Now, as always, the girls go first.” she said with her squeaky voice.

“Azalea Ampere.”

I felt a wave of shock wash over me. My wide eyes flickered up from the floor. I had the urge to scream and cry on the floor, but i knew that if i did what Andrew did then i wouldn’t survive long.

“ah! there you are, sweetie! come up. up up up!” the escort said to me in a sweet tone. I walked up to the stage and i desperately look to my sister, almost pleading for her to volunteer. But she just looked down in shame knowing that she couldn’t bring herself to it.

“the boys, next!”

“Reed Ampere. now what a coincidence, two sibilings. brother and sister, wow!” Clementine said, rather excited. I felt two hand on each of my arms pulling me away from the stage and into a train.

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Cold sweat drips down my face as i realize that it was just a dream. more like a nightmare. I look around and realize something again.

this isn’t my room.

this is a compartment in the tribute train.

and it wasn’t a dream. it was a memory. something i didn’t want to be true. I thought they could take my name away. i guess i was wrong.

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😭i’m so sorry this is actually a horrendous first chapter. i literally don’t know how to start a chapter 🤧

comment pls bc i’m bored and i need a reminder that i exist and people notice me. 🙏

#the hunger games #thg series #thg #district 5 #finnick odair #johanna mason #jenna ortega #charlie bushnell #walker scobell #xander hale #xander hawthorne #azalea ampere

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“bloody ballerina”

i’ll only post the story if this gets enough likes :p

summary : In the relentless grip of the Hunger Games, 13-year-old Azalea Ampere challenges the Capitol's dismissal of her fragility. With her brother Reed by her side, she confronts shifting alliances and treacherous landscapes, defying the Capitol's expectations. As the narrative unfolds in her quest for survival, the arena becomes a proving ground. Can Azalea emerge victorious against all odds? The arena awaits, echoing the resilience that transcends age and size.

district one ;

chris sturniolo ………… Halo

tess holloway ………… Trinity

district two ;

charlie bushnell ………… Pluto

jenna ortega ………… Valentina

district three ;

noah jupe ………… Link

malia baker ………… Aspen

district four ;

walker scobell ………… Shark

anya taylor joy ………… Marina

district five ;

yan zheng ………… Reed

( as described ) ………… Azalea

district six ;

young!levi miller ………… Walker

stella aloso ………… Astana

district seven ;

xander hale ………… Alder

mackenzie foy ………… Ivy

district eight ;

brady noon ………… Braiden

cate dunlap ………… Capri

district nine ;

mason thames ………… Miller

young! mckenna grace ………… Mazie

district ten ;

marcel ruiz ………… Aaron

mia goth ………… Carina

district eleven ;

xander hawthorne ………… Acker

sofia bryant ………… Cherise

district twelve ;

brady hepner ………… Manon

hannah wells ………… Fauna

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somethin’ stupid

johanna mason x reader

summary: A couple of months after the ending of the war, you make grounds in your relationship with Johanna, but 3 simple words may have ruined it all for you.

a/n: inspired by “somethin’ stupid” by frank sinatra. i wrote most of this a month ago and then forgot ab it so if the ending seems like completely different from the rest or i repeat stuff mb 😭 gonna try to post more i just broke up with my gf that’s why it’s been a sec but i’m locking in now trust

cw: some angst but it’s pretty tame

words: 3.5k

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You feel Johanna’s fingers begin to find their way to the hair at the base of your neck as your lips effortlessly glaze across one another’s. The gentle tug at the sensitive hairs at your nape sends what feels like electricity down into the pit of your stomach. Like driving over a hill, it makes your insides twist and turn with that high, out of wordly feeling. The kind of kiss that consumes you and makes your body ache for more. The feeling she sends running through you is tangible, the contact of her hot and glossy wet lips consuming your own makes you feel feverish and like you’re on some sort of high. Like you’re not laying in her bed, but in another world entirely. So far up into the sky that it would be impossible to pull you back down from this.

Your heart almost can’t handle it. It pounds so violently in your chest that you hear it in your ears. Not new to this longing, but to her lips. It feels like the careful worship of something sacred, taking the utmost care as to not shatter the glass altar. Johanna is your altar. So easy to get it wrong with her. It takes major precautions to not let those walls come back up. That block you out and away from her heart. Away from the feelings and the ghosts that she carries with her, pushed out with wolfish scowls and screams and that anger you have grown to know so well from her. But after 7 long months of trying, she’s finally let you in. Not all the way just yet, but she’ll let you help her through a nightmare some nights. She never wakes you up herself, but you’re working on it.

You pull your lips away from Johanna’s, enamored by the taste of her still lingering on you like strong perfume. It feels like there’s a cloud cushioned around your head, not letting you think rationally. A million thoughts flood your brain at once. How happy you are that your relationship, although not official, is finally progressing, how she’s been more comfortable with you. She finally trusts you with those deep wounds that she tried to bury so long ago. And now she’s trusted you with her lips.

“Wow, brainless, you really are terrible. But you look like you’ve never kissed anyone before anyway,” Johanna says, her voice playful and light. Those dark green eyes glitter with the same teasing look, and you’re afraid your heart may stop right then. You’ve never heard her voice so gentle. Was this tone really reserved for you? Was this really your Johanna laying in front of you, with her lips curled up into a playful smirk and strands of her hair falling over her face? It didn’t seem possible. This couldn’t be the same woman you saw rescued from the Capitol only a year ago. Spiteful and filled with so much hatred towards the ones who took her life from her and tortured her into deep hydrophobia. You remember those malicious, dangerous eyes at the voting for the symbolic Hunger Games when the war first ended. It seems impossible that those are the same eyes that stare at you now, pupils dilated with excitement, the warm light of the lamp behind you making her face glow a dim golden. Your throat is completely dry, only vaguely remembering her saying something to you. Someone would have to whop you under the head to get words out of your mouth right now. You stare frozen under her gaze like a deer in front of headlights.

Your lack of response doesn’t bother her; in fact, it only seems to spur her on. Her smirk grows larger and a humored laugh rumbles in her throat. You’re not sure why, because you’re sure you look pretty stupid staring up at her like a dog begging for a bite of food. She’s so beautiful. You can’t stop staring at her with that ever so dim light reflecting off her face and into her eyes. Her hair’s grown out enough now to form dark, wavy strands that end just under her ears.

“I love you,” you blurt out, not really thinking about anything except what’s in front of you. But it’s not like you were lying. It’s the only thing you can feel right now, that you have been feeling, and something about this moment makes it pulse so strongly in your chest that there was nothing you could do to keep it from coming out.

But whatever woman was just in front of you with the frivolous smirk and the sparkling eyes is gone. Her expression is flat, but her eyes are glossed over with true horror. Even that doesn’t last long as you watch her walls come right back up in real time. Johanna’s face hardens, and her eyebrows knit together to form that angry glower you know all too well. She’s already pushing herself off of the bed before you even have the time to form another thought.

“Well, I don’t,” she scowls, practically stomping towards the door. You have no idea what just happened or what to do, but you’re already scampering after her.

“Johanna, wait,” you plead as your hand shoots up to grab her wrist, “What happened? I’m sorry if I upset you, I wasn’t thinking, I—”

“Don’t touch me!” she spits, and you can almost see the cloud of anger that surrounds her when she rips her arm away from you as if your touch had burned her. The same eyes that were staring at you like you were the only thing in the world less than a minute ago glare at you with what you can only guess is hatred. You just stand there, completely stunned, as Johanna storms out with the door slamming shut behind her.

This is just how she reacts when she’s hurt, you know that. But what did you do? Tell her you loved her? Isn’t that what she wanted? She’d been living in this house with nothing but her family’s bones for 4 years before she met you!

You don’t follow her. The tears well up in your eyes as you slump back into the bed you share with Johanna. Or probably that you used to share. It’s been a long time since she’d lashed out at you that intensely. Probably not even since she’d just gotten rescued from the Capitol, and at least then it was understandable. She had just been tortured ruthlessly for over a month, you could see why she was so angry even to you. But you never gave up on her. Not once. Not once did you leave her side, even when she would scream and throw and break. Eventually, you wore her down enough to get her to trust you with some things. And then more and more as you began to wear her down. She was getting better, you both could tell the difference by a longshot. This outburst she’s just had has set her back months.

You so want to be angry with her, but all you are is dejected. You don’t even know what you did wrong. You’re always so careful with her. Careful not to let the wrong words slip out. You can’t sound like you pity her. You can’t mention Snow. You can’t talk or ask about her family. You can’t mention the hospital in District 13. You can’t ask about her time in the Capitol, either. You can’t bring up how she voted for the symbolic Hunger Games with Capitol children. You can’t talk about Katniss, because she broke her promise to Johanna that she would kill Snow. All of these things will set her off like a ticking time bomb. You know all of the rules to handling Johanna Mason. You follow them like clockwork around this house to ensure she heals properly from her wounds that run so deep. You’ve done everything you possibly could to prevent those walls that shut you out and as far away from her as possible.

Should loving her be added to the list? That was what had made her so angry. But you can’t shake that image of her eyes, wide and terrified, before she had taken on the look of rage. Before she covered up whatever had frightened her with her barriers of writhing anger. You slump down further into the bed, trying to wrack your brain of anything you could have done to scare her in that moment.

Was an “I love you” too much for someone you had kissed for the first time right then? Probably. But you and Johanna were more than that. You always thought that to be a mutual understanding. You hold her without question before bed each night. Her hands find yours when you take your sunset walks in the forest behind Victor’s Village. You have tried as hard as you possibly could to get it into her thick skull that you were never going to give up on trying to help her. And you see the way she looks at you, even if she doesn’t think that you do. The way her eyes burn with that same hunger that had ached in your own chest when you said those three stupid words.

That really was stupid of you, wasn’t it? Your lips quiver a bit as the tears run freely down your cheeks now. You can’t believe you fucked this up. After 7 months of progress. Of helping Johanna heal. Just for your big mouth to blurt out something stupid in the heat of the moment and mess up whatever sort of halfway relationship you had with her. What makes it worse is that you meant it. You really have fallen in love with Johanna. And that just makes it sting all that much more.

You sigh heavily, wiping the cold, wet stains off of your cheeks with one hand as you slowly let yourself sink down into the bed. It’s not warm enough without her. Without her face tucked into your neck, her body draped over yours. You’d become so accustomed to it since she’d started letting you get closer. Well, you guess those days are over. You doubt you’ll get any sleep, but you need to try anyway. Being sad and exhausted is a killer combo you don’t care to experience tomorrow. That alone is the only reason you squeeze your eyes shut, burrowing your face solemnly into the pillow that you pretend is Johanna’s warm body next to yours.

Johanna’s hands grip so tightly around the axe that she is almost certain there are already a handful of splinters embedded in her palms. But she doesn’t care; the pain is nothing compared to the kind she carries deep inside of her. She grits her teeth as her axe dents another slit in the wood in front of her. Johanna’s had this little spot for a long time. Since she’d won the Hunger Games at 17. The only place she could truly be with her thoughts, to take her anger out on something. Just Johanna, an axe, and a myriad of trees stretching in every direction. Here, she was alone. The only place she truly ever felt safe after she became a victor. Even after Snow’s death, he still haunted her like a spirit, following her even so far into her dreams.

But here she was always safe from him. From the Hunger Games. From her house in Victor’s Village, where the ghosts of her family still roamed even after all these years. From you and your wide eyes and that stupid grin that was constantly on your face. Just the thought of you makes Johanna’s eyes sting, and a scream pierces her throat as she sends the axe flying over her head. She watches as it swings down into the mutilated jumble of wood and bark, sending smaller cuts of the tree flying just from the impact of her blow.

This was just what was for the better, Johanna decides. It was never going to work, you and her. You were too kind. Too patient with her. So insistent that it was almost annoying the way you wouldn’t give up. She could scream and yell until her throat was raw, and you still wouldn’t leave her side. How could Johanna deserve something like that? A person so willing to take the time to wear her down. To burrow deep below her layers of burning anger and hatred, to get to the person she was underneath all of her bluster. It was new to her. No one had ever tried before you.

So it scared her. To have someone care about her like that again after it had been so long. Johanna became afraid of your gentleness with her, how your eyes craved to care. But what frightened her more than anything was the fact that she felt it, too. When she caught herself staring for too long when the sun reflected off your skin just right. How wrong it felt to slip into bed alone those nights you were in District 4 visiting Annie and her son. How every time she wakes up screaming and thrashing from those macabre images stained in the back of her mind, the only thing in the world she wants is your warmth. She hates it. She hates that stupid feeling in her chest and the way she can’t hate you, no matter how hard she tries.

Johanna knew how you felt about her. And she knew how she felt, too. But it being spoken into words had made it all too real. Because loving Johanna came with too many risks. It was dangerous. Or, at least, that’s what Johanna has always thought. But with Snow dead, could it really be as much of a risk? There was no one to take you from her as punishment for her actions; although, her actions pose a risk of their own. How long would it be until Johanna lost her temper with you? Clearly not long at all, considering the only reason she isn’t warm in bed with you is because she screamed at you. But that was just her way of forcing you out. To keep you from realizing how afraid she was of letting herself love you.

She wasn’t a good person. That was obvious enough. Johanna had treated you like garbage more times than she could count. Yet you still came back. Insisted on helping. Sat there silently as she screamed and screamed and screamed. Quite frankly, she didn’t deserve someone like you. That’s why she blocked you out the moment those words left your lips. It wasn’t fair to you to love someone like Johanna. You deserved better.

Johanna destroys the lot of trees surrounding her, screaming until her throat couldn’t produce any more sound, her yells of triumph dwindling into pathetic whispers. Her hands clutch that axe like it’s her lifeline, her ticket out of this hellhole she’s dug for herself. The old wood presses into her skin, leaving it calloused and bloody when she finally throws it into the grass. Sunlight had slowly begun to trickle into the clearing, leaving a golden glow on the destroyed hunks of bark and wood. Even the most rotten things are turned beautiful in the light of the rising sun.

Johanna knows she needs to go home. With all of her released anger, her bloody hands, and her throbbing head, Johanna just accepts this. Her fingers are cold and numb. She doesn’t have a single idea of what she’s going to do when she gets back to that big, nearly empty house if it weren’t for you still waiting there. So much runs through her head but it feels like nothing at all. There should be apprehension, maybe even fear. But her sleepless night has rendered her exhausted.

When Johanna steps through the back door, the sun has already risen enough so that the orange light shines through the blinds of the windows in the living room. The birds chatter incessantly outside. It would normally peeve her, but now, she sees it as a new beginning. The birds sing to signify a new day, a fresh start to the constant fight for survival.

She sees your figure in the kitchen and she knows she can’t hide forever. Your back’s to her, your body pressed against the counter as you stare up into the window above the sink. The dawn light casts through the glass in intricate, majestic beams that illuminate the kitchen tile with a golden glow. Johanna watches the way the sunlight bounces off of your hair, giving you a ring of light around your head from where she stands behind you. Johanna slowly sucks in a breath and steps into the kitchen beside you.

You don’t look at her when she approaches beside you, your brows furrowed only slightly but all else expressionless. Johanna watches you like a wet dog who came in from the rain. Almost begging you to say something. Ask where she’s been all night. Hell, she’d even take it if you told her to go fuck herself and leave. Anything but this silence. You always knew just what to say, always bringing light into an awkward or dark conversation. Johanna hated to admit it, but she was thankful for those stupid comments and that lighthearted laugh that always accompanied your lofty grin. The one that always made Johanna smile and roll her eyes like some lovesick imbecile. She hates whatever this is now. This uncomfortable silence that’s so unusual from you, the distracted look in your eyes as if trying to sort a puzzle in your head. Johanna’s never wanted to take a look at your thoughts as much as she does now. She purses her lips and comes to the conclusion she may have to be the one to start the conversation this time, although she hasn’t a clue on what to say. Sorry for ditching you? Aren’t you gonna ask why my hands are bloody? I love you, too? God, this was pissing her off. Pissing her off that she can’t say anything and that you have this effect on her. A sigh leaves her mouth as she leans against the counter, dropping her burning gaze from you finally almost in defeat.

Minutes must pass before a single word is spoken. Johanna stands there next to you, rotating between staring holes through you and glancing back down at the counter. She can’t talk, she doesn’t know what to say. She fucked this up and has no way of fixing it, apparently, because she doesn’t even have the grace to get a single word out. After everything you’ve done for her. The shame burns hot in her throat as she stares angrily down at the counter now, until she hears just the voice she’s been listening for.

“I’ll wait for you.” When Johanna hears those words leave your mouth, it’s like a crushing weight is removed from her chest. If she didn’t love you now, you would wait until the ends of the earth until she did. You were always so persistent, so hard to shake. Johanna’s never been grateful for it until now, when you finally lift those eyes from the window to her own. With the morning sun making your skin glow, every color in the rims of your eyes exposed and even more beguiling than Johanna could have ever imagined. She realizes everything at once. She does love you, and that’s what scared her. She loves the crease by your eyes that accompany a smile, how you always try to lift her up even when she’s adamant on wallowing in her own anger. You were the second half that made her whole. A perfect balance to contain her fires, but not completely put them out.

It will take Johanna a long time to say these things. It will take her even longer to process the complexity of her feelings, to delve deep into every crevice of her heart she’s swore she locked up a millennium ago. But she knows, deep down, that you’ve always had the keys to understanding her. To find even those dark corners and shine your light into the worst parts of her without judgment. She is broken, but you are, too. You have a lifetime ahead of you to patch these wounds together, and eventually, rid yourselves of the scars. Peace was sorely won, but that’s what you were promised. A life of stargazing and laughter in the kitchen while baking cookies. Finally teaching yourselves how to enjoy a world that has brought you nothing but anguish and loss. This house would become more than a swamp of grisly memories, but a place of simpler things. The pleasure of finally healing.

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whois-miki · 3 months

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the chiefs won and i voted for the 49ers and now i have to run a timed mile in PE, i’m literally sobbing.

#49ers #Chiefs #football #I HATE EVERYTHING OMG #IM LITERALLY GONNA RAGE BC SOME CHIEFS FAN IS GONNA RUB IT IN MY FACE AT SCHOOL AND MY WHOLE CLASS IS GONNA GO OFF ISTG #booking a rage room for a class field trip bc ik we all gonna be so mad #ONE FUCKING KICK #I HATE LIFE #FUCK FOOTBALL #FUCK EVERYTHING #UGHHH

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whois-miki · 3 months

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vent ( because my best friend betrayed me )

TW : cussing and backstabbing :(

ok so if you read my last vent it’s nothing like that. uhm so like sasha from my last vent apparently was talking shit behind my back. yeah. so that’s that.

i found out bc she was talking shit to me abt my friend and when i was ranting with my friend she told me what she said abt me and i told her. ( also her fake name is Evie. ) so basically me and Evie were venting to each other and Sasha did some crazy shit to Evie.

( she spread a rumor abt Evie saying that she told everyone abt jake and her’s situationship even though sasha was the one who spread it?! and Evie had a breakdown and stuff. 😕 )

And also Sasha is crazy bc when i told her that Jake made me cry, have anxiety attacks, have mental breakdowns, and made me insecure, she fucking told me to grow up. like wtf is her problem. and she is always telling me that me and jake are like siblings

( because i’m asian and he’s wasian. )

it’s so fucking bad at this point and me Evie and Claire are going to drop her now.

( also she was also talking shit about claire. )

AND she was pressuring me to tell jake certain things she wanted for valentines, and at this point she is using him. i don’t know what the fuck to do anymore because she’s actually going insane over a boy and i’m scared that she is going to tell my crush that i like him. i want to say all the things in my head to her, but she’ll just laugh at me again.

If she is so fucking obsessed with Jake then she doesn’t need any fucking help from me, she can go deal with it on her own if she doesn’t care about her friends and only a fucking boy.

“she can go tell Jake she wants Sol De Janerio and stop being a fucking pussy then and tell him!” — my sister ( today )

pls comment because i’m going to drop her tomorrow and i don’t know if i’m in the right or wrong. i really don’t know what to think anymore.

#vent #vent post #rant #rant post #ramble

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whois-miki · 3 months

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vent story :(

i made my breakdown into a story (i don’t know if i’m in the wrong or right so pls comment your opinion) fake names for friends

TW : cursing and break down / crying

PE class, the class all of us dreaded. It was our last period in our Even Block day, meaning we only had 3 periods that were extra long.

Archer had weaved my hair into two french braids right before class and my layers stuck out in several different places. I took them out and put my PE uniform on along with a jacket.

Vienna went on a rant about how annoying Rocky was ( playfully ) and Rocky just laughed at her annoyed state.

I fixed my ponytail in the mirror and put on some lipgloss ( for fun ) and we all went out to our role call numbers. I sat by Vienna and we talked about school drama.

Mrs. D came out shortly after and i went back to my role call number ( 22 ) and it was done shortly after. Mrs. D went on about Mr.B who was out sick ( the other PE coach ) and told us that there was some cards we could make him if we felt like it.

“We also are running pacers today! each class will be split into three groups and after we’ll have free play.”

I could hear a series of groans and mumbles of annoyance. Pacers were always the worst. Your feet would start to hurt at 20 and you would get sweaty at 15.

Our class was split into different groups and I was group 2, along with Emily, Rocky, Molly, Savannah and some other students. I was happy but Vienna, Sienna, and Mila were in different groups.

After the first group went, we started. I matched the pace of Rocky and as it got faster and faster I stopped at 32.

I sighed kinda embarrassed that my friends got better scores than me. I already knew that I was a bad runner but 32 was pretty good for me. I felts sick and lightheaded so i sat down with Mila and Vienna waiting for my group to finish.

I put my face in my hands as everything feels louder. I was still out of breath from my run and i tried to regain my breath. Jake stared at me like I was crazy. Mila comforted me and told me that everything was ok but I felt like shit already.

Jake mumbled something to his friends but I managed to catch my name in there. I turn my head to see him staring at me like I was a weirdo.

“can you actually stop?”

“dude what did i do?” he smirked

“just stop staring at me weirdo!” I exclaimed and he just laughed at me. Mila told him to shut the hell up and she led me outside as i was still having trouble breathing properly.

“he’s just an asshole, you know.” she said,

I nodded as I felt like I couldn’t form words. I started to hyperventilate. I slid my back against the wall and Mile went to my side.

“are you okay? hey talk to me.” she said softly.

“it’s just that, i was always nice to him. and i’m trying to support him and Sasha because Sasha is my bestfriend and i know that she likes him and that he makes her happy. And I really tried, Mila, I really tried to be the bigger person and be nice to him. but i just can’t, he makes me miserable and insecure.” i break down crying and my voice cracks ever so often.

Mils curses under her breath and tells me that everything will be okay.

( anyways imma stop here bc i have dance soon and basically he doesn’t give a fuck, and my friends want to confront him now and i feel like a pick me and toxic asf. idk what to do 😭 )

#vent post #tw vent #rant post #personal rant #pls help me

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whois-miki · 3 months

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would you be interested in a 73rd hunger game fic?

lowkey will probably have like actors from other movies / shows as tributes ( ex. charlie bushnell, jenna ortega, etc. ) i have it all planned in my head for no reason, mostly because i zone out in class.

( damn my summary was shit 💀 so chatgpt to the rescue )

( i don’t use chatgpt for my actual stories just for the summaries bc i stuck at writing those )

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whois-miki · 3 months

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THEY ARE SUCH AN UNDERRATED ARTIST GO SUPPORT THEM

Second compilation post of my latest victor art. These are a lot fun to draw and think out so appreciate all the feedback I have gotten for this series. We'll see if I end up making all 75 Victors or not ksdjhfa

Part 1 / Ko-Fi

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whois-miki · 3 months

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Holy hell, am i the only one who is always attracted to side characters and villains? like have you seen Luke Castellan and Clarisse? and on the other hand i love Treech and Lamina. AND IT HURTS SO MUCH WHEN THERES NO FANFICS ABT THE SIDE CHARACTERS I LIKE. LIKE I WOULD GO THROUGH ALL OF THEM IN ONE ALL NIGHTER.

edit - HELP I JUST SEEN YOUNG HAYMITCH AND I WAS TRYNNA LOOK FOR FAN FICS AND THERES LIKE ONLY A FEW GOOD ONES 😭 ( and i’m sick like i’m coughing really bad, so updates will be slow sorry 😢 )

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan x you #luke x reader #pjo x reader #pjo show #treech #lucy gray baird x reader #clemensia dovecote #festus creed #sejanus plinth #reaper ash #tbosbas #lamina x reader #lamina tbosas #brandy tbosas #PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE #ONG THOUGH WHY THEY GOTTA BE SO FINEE

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—- a tour

Luke Castellan x Persephone!genderneutral!reader

warning - persassy, mention about danger in the forest, mentions of couples making out in the forest, percy : 🧍🏼, soft Luke

plot -

Luke gives a tour to Percy and they come across a certain someone.

The child or Persephone babysits her younger half sibling when two boys see her.

”and that’s the entrance to the forest, i’d advise you to stay away from it though. it gets pretty dangerous at night and in the day time couples just go there to hang out.” Luke said mumbling that last bit.

Percy shot him a look of confusion and disgust, and Luke responded by just saying ‘yeah i know.’

The two boys then come to the strawberry farm where they see you playing with your eight year old half sibling.

At the sight of you, Luke’s eyes softened and his lips curled into a slight smile.

Meanwhile, you were using your powers to make a small flower for the younger girl, your half sibling smiled a toothy smile and fidgeted with the flower you’d given her.

Feeling the boys’ presence, you turn around to see the two and smile at them and wave.

Luke’s hand uncurled slightly giving you a small wave and Percy just stood there confused.

“who’s that?” Percy asked the older boy. Luke quickly snapped out of his trance to hum in confusion. “i mean who are they?”

“[ name ] [ last name ],” Luke said snapping his gaze over to you again watching you weave together flowers to make a crown for the girl.

“so you and them, huh?”

“what do you mean?” he said looking now back at Percy

“i mean you and them, forest?” Percy looked at him in genuine curiosity

“what? gods no!” he said a little too quickly, his face was flustered as he thought of you and him dating.

“i mean, they’re pretty. and everything just gets better when they’re around. and everything just blooms in a flourishing way.” he muttered to the younger boy his mind still fixated on you.

“mhm.” Percy hummed and before he could say anything, a certain child of Persephone showed up.

“whatcha guys talking about?” They both looked up to see you holding the hand of an eight year old girl.

“gods [ nick name ], don’t scare us like that.” Luke muttered teasingly and you fake laughed before a smile tugged at your lips.

Luke was right, Percy could see that everything just got brighter around you. You gave off a welcoming and kind aura and it made it 10x better with your kind smile. the flowers the wilted from dehydration looked crisp and clean around you.

you smiled at Luke but only glanced at Percy for a split moment with a confused glint in your eyes.

the eight year old girl tugged at your sleeve to go to the Persephone Cabin.

as soon as you left, the crisp and clean flowers now wilted again and looked sad. Percy remembered that your mother was Persephone, goddess of the Spring but also the Underworld as in death.

Luke watched you run back to the Persephone Cabin hand and hand with the eight year old girl.

“uh huh sure you don’t like her.” Percy said with sarcasm and sass mixing in his voice

“oh shut it.” Luke said with a flustered face.

a/n

AAUUUGGHHH

ahem

anyways this is shit sorry for wasting your time also none of this makes sense and i will make a Clarisse Fic soon!! also thank you so much for all the likes and support!!

<3 miki!!

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan x you #luke x reader #pjo x reader #pjo show #NO BECAUSE I WANT THIS IRL #HELP THIS IS LIKE MY DREAAAMM

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whois-miki · 4 months

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i literally ran to your asks just to say again how much i loved this!! it was so cute hkjkhfgksk

AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I DIDNT EXPECT PEOPLE TO LIKE MY ONE SHOTS LOL BUT TY LOVE YOU GUYS

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—- ‘you left your shirt at my cabin.”

warning - like a 2 cuss words, implied make out, persassy

paring - Luke Castellan x Poseidon!fem!reader

others - does not relate to my poll at all, i was just bored

plot -

Luke leaves his shirt at the reader’s cabin

Percy finds a familiar shirt with a too familiar pine sent, in his sisters room.

“hello, lovely girl.”Luke mumbled as he wrapped his arm around her waist. she muttered a quick ‘hi’ and went back to what she was doing.

“what’s wrong?” he said, his voice still raspy as he must’ve just woken up.

“nothin’ just thinking.”

“about?” he trailed off hugging her closer

“gods no, Luke! you make it sound like we did something worse!” he chuckled and she could smell the faint sent of a fire place.

after a few more minutes of tranquil, Y/n turned back to the taller boys and softly said, “love, i need to go back to my cabin.”

he sighed deeply and dramatically before letting her go back to the Poseidon Cabin.

“Y/n L/n!”

Percy yelled from his older sister’s room. her head quickly snapped to where the yell came from, she mind went on and on if he found something of Luke’s.

“yes?” she said in fake innocence,

“who’s shirt is this?” her younger brother said holding up a camp half blood shirt with his index finger and thumb like it was going to give him a disease.

her heart immediately dropped at the sight of it. there was no mistake that it belonged to Luke Castellan.

“that’s- well uh, that’s mine.” she quickly muttered out trying to play it off.

Percy quickly looked her up and down and gave her a side eye. “you don’t smell like a fire place, Y/n.” he stated flatly. “you smell more like the ocean and perfume.” he continued

she just squinted at him in confusion before quickly saying, “it is mine, Percy, now stop snooping in my room.” while trying to pull the shirt out of his grip. he quickly pulls it back out of your reach and says, “This is like a size bigger than yours and smells like a fire place, like the Hermes Cabin.” he stated

Y/n’s face dropped a bit before putting on her mask of confusion, and that little break was enough for Percy to realize everything.

“your dating a Hermes boy aren’t you?” he shouted in excitement. she mumbled a quick ‘maybe’, before trying to reach for the shirt again.

“it’s Luke isn’t it?” he said jokingly, she froze in place and avoided eye contact with Percy. his eyes widened at this and ( with perfectly timed actions ) Luke walks into her room looking for her.

“N/n, we need to help the younger campers for archery.” he said looking down at a clipboard, not even paying attention to what was happening. when he heard no response he looked up and looked at Percy, then the shirt, and then at his girlfriend.

“shit,”

“you left your shirt at my cabin.”

“indeed, i did.” Luke mumbled and Percy just looked at the two with his hand on his hip like a disappointed mother.

“y’know, we need to go.” Y/n said gently shoving Luke out of her room and Percy called out to them,

“I’LL KILL YOU IF YOU HURT HER, DUMBASS.”

a/n :

yes! persassy is back, anyways this has nothing to dow it’s my poll even thought Luke Castellan x reader is in the lead. ok love you guys thank you so much for everything!!

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #pjo x reader #luke castellan x you #luke x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo show #pjo series #persassy

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whois-miki · 4 months

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—- # POLL

thanks for all the likes!! ily guys!! <3

#luke castellan x reader #treech tbosas #luke castellan #pjo x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #luke castellan x you #luke x reader #treech x reader #district 7 #clemensia dovecote x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson

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whois-miki · 4 months

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—- # ‘get out of my office, Luke.’

Luke Castellan x Apollo!fem!reader

warning - cussing, percy third wheeling, argument

others - situationship, not dating, percy : 🧍🏼, this is all over the place,

Luke tries to find out what Percy is good at to find his godly parent

While y/n is trying to mind her own business in the infirmary, a not so subtle, Luke pays her a visit.

a/n - sTOP, why do i relate to Percy so much 😭 ✋🏻

also gonna post a poll soon if this does well <3

“why are we even going here, it’s not like i’m the son of Apollo.”

Percy complained when Luke dragged him over to the infirmary.

“thats where your wrong buddy. some Apollo kids are really bad archers and really good medics.” he says as he opens the infirmary door to reveal a teenage girl tending to a camper.

The girl’s head quickly snapped to look at them with a kind look on her face before it was quickly washed away when her eyes set on the older boy.

“what do you want, Castellan?” she said clearly annoyed, at the sight of this Luke smirked knowing that he was getting on her nerve already without even saying anything.

“what? i can’t see my favorite nurse?” he said dramatically and put a hand over his heart like he was hurt.

“isn’t that the kid who killed the minotaur?” the patient groaned in pain as she looked at the younger blond boy. “rest, you can’t do anything until you recover, hun.” The nurse said to the young girl who was still in awe of Percy ( the patient is like 10 )

The nurse quickly muttered a sleeping spell and looked back at the two boys who were still in the same position.

“how can I help you?”

“well, sweet girl, I need to find out if Percy is the son of Apollo.”

She groaned at the nickname and then studied Percy. she quickly mumbled a no and then turned her back to the crate of medicine, that needed to get restocked. “what do you mean, ‘no’ ?” Luke shot annoyance bubbling up inside of him

“i mean, no, Luke. I’ve seen him at archery. he has no aim.” she explained. “Well, not all Apollo kids are good at archery.” she scoffs a bit and then fired back, “but most are, and i’m not letting him experiment in my office just to try to find what he’s good at.”

Percy looked at Luke and then at the girl and said, “she’s right, now let’s go.” he said as a not so subtle plead for help to get away from the awkwardness.

both of the older counselors ignored the blond boy and resumed their argument. “why can’t you just let him do something!” Luke hissed,

“I said no, dumbass, and if he’s anything like you he might just kill a patient.”

“oh thanks a lot, fuck face.” he grumbled

“I mean it, get out of my office, Luke.” she demanded, Luke sighed angrily before lightly pushing Percy out of the door.

once they were outside. Percy turned to Luke and asked, “who was that?” “Y/n L/n, meanest Apollo kid you’ll meet.” “how do you two know each other?”

“we’re friends.” as Luke said this Percy look at him confused. “what? then why were you arguing?”

“its kinda our thing, i guess.”

“that can’t be healthy.”

“yeah, but i love ‘er. she’s great.” Percy then looked at him like he was crazy and quickly muttered an ok without giving another thought.

Luke smirked a bit and then thought of something and ran back into the infirmary room, slightly kissing her on the cheek playfully and running out after she yelled with a flustered face.

“GET OUT OF MY OFFICE, LUKE.”

a/n :

sorry this is shit <3 love you all!!

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #pjo x reader #luke x reader #luke castellan x you #pjo show #percy jackon and the olympians #argument #percy : 🧍🏼#wish i was y/n 😔✋🏻#no because this actually happened to me once ( i was percy 😔 )

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THIS IS SO GOOD OH MY FREAKING GOD !!

“doc”

luke castellan x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[child of apollo reader, should be gender neutral]

i tried to write a summary but it sucked so: reader is a child of apollo and luke is always hanging around the infirmary with a new injury. you hate it (do you really?)

(this got so out of hand but im so obsessed with luke castellan rn it’s not even funny. like. help.)

warning: like one or two swear words, mentions of injuries and illness, fluff i think

word count: 1.2k

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you’d never been a fan of luke castellan. you knew it, he knew it—hell, everyone at camp knew it.

but a little unfriendliness never stopped him.

children of apollo were meant to be warm and kind all the time, but you’d rather die before being happy-go-lucky all the time like your siblings. you’d rather do your job: healing the campers who injured themselves throughout the days at camp. you’d also rather those campers not include luke castellan for once, but not all wishes can come true.

scarcely a day could pass by without luke coming into the infirmary, or coming up to you elsewhere in camp if you weren’t there, with a minor injury that he insisted needed healing immediately.

“i just don’t think i can continue kayaking with a sprained ankle, y/n.”

“what if it was your knees you skinned? wouldn’t you want to get them healed so you could get back to arts and crafts?”

“if my cut finger isn’t healed as soon as possible i’ll have to sit capture the flag out tomorrow! yes, i know it’s a paper cut. that’s not the point!”

he really was ridiculous.

either way, you had to heal him, technically. at your heart, you were a good person. on the surface, you wanted to punch him. give him something to really cry about.

“y/n, your boyfriend’s here again.” one of your sisters, cassidy, called out to you as you checked the stock of bandaids.

you rolled your eyes, not even bothering to correct her. “what this time?”

“i just have the worst headache, doc. it’s killing me.” luke said dramatically, holding his forehead. the small grin on his face didn’t support his statement at all.

you turned around, eyes wide and face serious, but trying not to smirk. “oh no, you might have meningitis! if it’s the worst headache of your life, we should get to you a hospital so they can do a spinal tap and run some tests.”

the grin on his face faltered as you pulled him to a seat. “uh—“

“lie down. don’t move. i’m going to get chiron.”

he gripped your arm. “no, wait, i think—“

“you’ll be fine?” you turned around with raised brows. “yeah, thought so. drink some water, castellan.”

“but—“

“what? you won’t be able to do sword fighting practise with a headache? big deal.”

“y/n—“

“you need to stop coming in here every time you get bored. we’re not an entertainment space.”

“but, i really do have a headache. like. a migraine.”

you stopped and turned back around, dropping the bandages you had been organising. “oh. shit, i’m sorry. hold on.”

cursing yourself internally, you rushed off to get nectar to hopefully help, along with some painkillers and a bottle of chilled water. when you came back, luke was lying on the bed, eyes closed.

“you okay, soldier?” you patted his shoulder gently.

he cracked one eye open and nodded. “kind of.”

you gently pulled him to sit up. “come on. gotta get some meds in you. eat any food today? drink enough water?”

he shook his head as he sipped the nectar, his eyes squinted. “got busy.”

you shot him a disapproving look and he smiled guiltily. “you need to eat or you’ll die. do you want to die?”

he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “you don’t have a very good bedside manner, you know?”

“then why do you keep coming back here?” you went back to organising bandages, busying your hands.

“i like my doctors prettier than they are kind, honestly.”

you froze your movements and looked over at him. luke was smiling slightly. your cheeks weren’t turning red, you told yourself. they weren’t allowed to. “whatever,” you finally said. “take your meds, drink all of that water—sip it, don’t chug—then get some sleep, alright?”

he nodded, taking a sip of the water. “yes, doc. got it.”

you nodded at him firmly and walked off once he’d taken the painkillers, hoping he couldn’t see right through you.

luke hadn’t been to the infirmary in a week, and you were genuinely starting to get concerned.

every free moment you got, you were staring at the door, or out the window, waiting for him to come in with some stupid injury and even more stupid excuse. but he didn’t.

after watching you pace for the seventh time in one morning, cassidy groaned. “just go find him.”

“i’m sure he’s fine.” you said, wringing your hands. “i mean, he’s probably just busy.”

“just go. you’re stressing me out. i can’t get anything done with you filling the room with your nervous energy. go find your boyfriend.”

“luke’s not my boyfriend.”

“i never said who it was.”

“well, it was pretty obvious—“

“just go!” she threw a bandage at your head, effectively forcing you out the door.

you didn’t even know where he was.

camp was huge, so it took you around twenty minutes to find him, he sun glaring into your eyes and likely burning your cheeks. regardless, you were on a mission. finally, you spotted him in the arena. of course.

you watched for a while until he noticed you, standing in the shade with your eyes squinted in the sun and your arms crossed over your chest. he grinned and jogged over.

“hey, doc. what brings you here?” he asked, sheathing his sword.

your eyes followed the precise movement. “why haven’t you been to the infirmary?”

he shrugged. “i haven’t been injured.”

“didn’t stop you before.”

there was a silence.

then he smiled again. “did you miss me?”

your cheeks burned. “no!” you cleared your through awkwardly. “i just… i get… bored. and you… keep the monotony away.”

“you missed me.”

“i did not miss you.”

he leaned closer, rocking back and forth on his feet. “you missed me.”

you glared up at him, but couldn’t fight the tiny smile that forced itself on your lips. you shook your head, pressing your lips together tightly. “nope. didn’t miss you.”

“well,” he shrugged. “guess i don’t need to tell you that i did actually just hurt my hand while training, huh?”

you frowned. “are you aware that consuming as much nectar and ambrosia as you seem to want to will cause you to burn to a crisp?”

“i don’t need godly food if i have you as my doctor.” he smiled cheekily, clenching his fist then wincing. “seriously, though. it hurts.”

“aw, poor baby.” you pouted, leaning forward and placing your hand on his and trying to feel if there was any injury present.

before you could do anything, his fingers had interlocked with yours and he was stepping closer to you.

you looked up at him, heart pounding and cheeks burning. “what are you—“

“i don’t know what we can do for a date around here, but i’d love to take you on one, doc.” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

you froze, heart fluttering. butterflies danced in your stomach. you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself, smiling. “okay. yeah. take me on a date, soldier.”

“yeah?” he smiled, squeezing your hand. “great! i’ve been trying to work up the guts to ask you for weeks now. also, can i kiss you?”

“i’ve been trying to pretend i didn’t want you to ask me for weeks.” you said, stepping slightly closer to him. “also… yes.”

his free hand cupped your cheek and his lips pressed to yours, soft and sweet.

you wondered why you ever said you didn’t like him.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #charlie bushnell

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