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misunderstandings keep me young I looked around. The vicious sun stung my eyes, made them water. The cornucopia was still littered with goodies, I didn't need to suck the Capitol's dick for sponsors with all of this shit surrounding me.
I raised my voice, I made them know we had to get moving, and then I went to pick around for other things I could get my hands on.
"Excuse me," I heard behind me, as Thad tapped my shoulder. I turned to see him snarling at me, his face all made up like a dog that had his favorite squeaker taken away, "Who the fuck do you think you are around here, giving orders?"
My response came as quick as a whip, "Oliver Green?" I cocked my shoulder and gave him a smile to go along with my p
HGOCT: Training 4/4
Ol rode the elevator down for the, what felt like, thousandth time with her district mate, Haze. Some days, they were silent. This was not one of those days.
"Okay so you're telling me," she was saying, "that the soccer team in Mexico is better than ours, based on the sole fact that they have Cortez and we don’t, period."
"Yes, that's what I'm telling you."
"You're a lunatic," she stated with absolute certainty, a less than amused expression besmirching her face while they both left the elevator. She slurped her juice pouch and handed it off to Haze, who promptly dropped it.
"I am a man," he said, "and men don't drink pink beverages. Be gone, woman, and return with something brown."
Ollie laughed out loud, "Don't make me sock you," she said between breaths. They opened a door, leading to the same rectangular, cramped side room that they had seen on the way to the training center every day, only now, there were benches erected along the walls and most of the tributes were already
HGOCT: Training 3/4Ollie rode the elevator down, stretching her arms by swinging them back and forth before her. The sound of her neck cracking made Haze wince a little but otherwise, the ride down to the ground floor was silent. Ollie didn't even notice the awkwardness; she was too excited to get out there and see the training room again. It was every career's wet dream, really. The first few days of training, she had sized everyone up, and continued her ritual as usual, as though the others weren't even there. She also learned how to start a fire, which was cool. Maybe one of these lovely children would be lucky enough to stumble on her when she made camp in the arena. The non-careers had to worry about smoke giving away their position in the field, but Ollie said, let them come, so she could fry up their asses nice and crispy.
She was already a pro at fishing, knew her way around a spear so well she made sharks out to be as easy to kill as household pets, and with how many rounds she could go with the
Final Round: Heroes (Written) I was intensely glad to see her. She had come out of nowhere like a hero, leaping onto me, even though I'm sure in our time apart, she had gained some injuries of her own. Like I had. Her eye was well on it's way to swelling shut, and those icicles did her back no favors. She rolled off of me and sprawled beside me. I couldn't move either but in a moment, we were forced to sit up. Noises came to us from the other side of the lake and we couldn't afford to let our guard down. I turned to her and I felt my face go white looking at her. She was in horrible shape. And by her expression, so was I. But that wasn't important-- I couldn't possibly sustain all of these wounds and survive, and even if I could, I didn't want to. Not if that meant that she would have to die in my stead. It would not have been wise to put the ointment directly on her eye, especially as it continued to bleed profusely. Blood slid off her face and was caught by her torn up shirt, but I cleaned it too, a
Tried to WalkIt’s been a while. My hand ghosts the curtains for a minute before I pull them all the way shut with my one arm. I try not to think about it, but it’s like not noticing if someone sprouted an extra head. There’s plenty to distract me though, like the fact that I could no longer hold a wand without fumbling, or that I pretty much came out to my family and admitted that I’ve been crushing on this guy I’ve known since before Hogwarts (and he happened to live with me now, so that didn’t make things much better). More pressing was the fact that my best friend had passed away almost a year ago.
I thumbed the drapes, praying to a god I wasn’t even sure I believed in to make things like they were before the war, but as usual, nothing happened. I deserved to be happy, I thought, although maybe I’ve been self-centered. Is that really a bad thing? I leaned my head against Marshall’s window pane and looked out. He liked his room the best, even
HGOCT: Swan Song (Written)Solemn the drums
thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
As the stars that
shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry
in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
(Robert Laurence Binyon)
My name is Draken Fortier. I am thirteen years old. I’ve been stabbed three times, maybe more. I am lying in the melted snow, cradling the corpse of a girl I’ve known for maybe all in about twelve hours. I should be dead. Why am I not dead?
I ask Renee this question maybe a dozen times, mingled with the apologies and sobbing I offer. She, of course, says nothing, stays limp like a grotesque rag doll. If I didn’t know any better, I could say that she was alright, just sleeping. Her face was still flushed with blood, and there were no horrible jagged wounds crisscrossing her chest like there w
OllieollieoxenfreeShe had spent all night at the academy. Again. But training came first, and she would keep doing this until she was eighteen. She was going to volunteer, but this year went to this year's favorite—Teresa. The academy gets a lot of applicants; kids who want glory for their district, their family, a mansion, the works. Seems cool right? Well it is. But for career districts, volunteering isn't just something you do, you have to be the best of your group. A panel of victors, and other judges that were around from when the games were new have to pick you out from a small ocean of other kids who want desperately to raise their hands and cry out "Pick me!" when assembled at the reaping. Oliver had it in the bag for next year—so much so, in fact, a lot of the girls from her division and age group dropped out because they didn't want to waste time trying against someone so obviously destined to win. Even the boys were a little nervous. There could only be one victor in the hunger games,
To the future. To you and Wesley.Curtis doesn't usually 'dress nice' but lately, he has been. Since the discovery that a suit on a man is pretty much the male equivalent of wearing lingerie, he makes an effort to look sharp. Today, however, was his wedding day. He thought he honestly never looked better in his life, though that was nothing to his—his stomach did a backflip—husband, Wesley Fletcher. He took off his tuxedo jacket (par Wes's request, really, but it was getting sort of hot on the dancefloor) about an hour ago, and his new life-partner was thumbing his suspenders idly as they talked. They almost couldn't keep their hands off of each other. The vows were kinda hard to get through because holding each other's hands and saying such heartfelt, meaningful things was impossible not to chase it down with a kiss.
"You had to wear these?" Wes said after a pause with a smile on his face that had been there since the moment they said 'I do'. Hell, before that even. The planning phase was bliss, the propos
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah (Written)I can walk, I can see just fine, and I can run if I need to, but I’m not at all strong. It’s been maybe a day or two since Caleb died, and since then, it’s been hard for me to breathe. I felt like his death was dragging me into a veil, like water sucking down on something, pushing it under. I’m drowning 24/7, I can’t sleep and I twitch when I’m on my feet, so badly Elicia is no doubt getting annoyed with me. I can’t help it though. I can’t help screaming his name when I sleep, crying myself awake and vomiting up whatever I ate before bed because I swear I can still smell his blood on my skin.
I am wrecked. If it wasn’t for me, Caleb would be fine—or not ‘fine’ fine, since he’d still be in the Hunger Games but, there’s a difference between waiting everyone out and killing. Now more than ever I’m sure I won
The Clockwork Heart (Germany x Doll!Reader)
"What am I?"
Not who, but what.
"A doll. I made you."
You ingest this news with an impassive face, though since it is made of sheet metal, the blonde man supposes that it would be hard for you to properly emote. You lift a hand to inspect it. It is meticulously crafted, as would be inspected from one of the top engineers around. It would almost be able to pass for a real human hand, if not for the obvious artificial joints used to craft together your fingers and knuckles. Now another question comes.
"Why did you make me?"
He doesn't answer.
He doesn't answer because he just can't bring himself to tell you he did not mean to bring you to life.
"Who are you?" you now ask, taking in the features of your apparent creator.
There is a slight tint of pink to his pale cheeks, which offsets his somewhat somber expression. He glances at you with piercing blue eyes, this mechanical miracle, and he knows that he owes you as best an explanation as he can offer, under these strange circumstanc
Involuntary Game Testing: Janus into Samus TG
Involuntary Game Testing; Janus into Samus
A Smash Bros TG Story by JanusofthePaleFlames
It was a nice Friday afternoon in his somewhat-small existence as a semi-proud New Yorker. The breeze was strong, but it carried a southern warmth that pleased his cold-ridden hide, which had not two weeks ago braved below-freezing temperatures, followed by two major-degrees of common, yearly illnesses. Such was the price for conserving extra time for hobbies.
Janus was sitting at his desk, comprised of fake, smoked glass, silver metal frames and a shelf loaded with writing books, a dictionary, and a “borrowed”, wooden, dinning chair. Like always, he checked his email, website messages, and at least one of the several on-going web comics he liked to view. Since it was Friday, that meant it was also payday, so he spent an extra couple minutes viewing his bank and credit card accounts to make sure things were in order. As a part-time writer, and a full-time thinker, h
Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshotThe can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret.
You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter.
Your fork scraped against the plate as you took the first bite. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. It was the perfect blend of caramelized apple and cinnamon. It was surprisingly delicious, despite being a gas station dessert. You couldn’t help but sigh through your nose and slump back.
‘I feel like I need a cigarette,’ you thought to yourself with amusement. Seriously. This pie was li
Ghosts of the Past
Title: Ghosts of the Past
Game: Mass Effect Series
characters/pairing: Garrus x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns all things associated with the Mass Effect series. You own you. I just own the plot.
Garrus groaned as he crouched behind the wall, clutching his wounded side, hoping to slow the bleeding as he caught his breath. It was hard to believe that it’s come down to this. Hurt. Cornered………….Alone. Garrus clenched his free hand into a fist at the memory of what happened……...the pain still fresh and raw at the thought. His entire team, gone in nearly one fell swoop, the few survivors dead minutes later. He felt sick to his stomach…..he failed everyone……...it was a joke to think he could be a l
Way WAY Too Many Apple PiesThe spirit of autumn was in full effect as the Fall Festival lasted well into the evening hours. This was when things really started to pick up. Everywhere one looked, one could see the homemade lamps hanging from the clotheslines on high along all the beaten paths, illuminating the booths and pavilions in an ambiance of natural and artificial light. More guests arrived as the golden sunset took center stage. Every so often, a cool breeze would carry with it scents of lavender, pine, and cinnamon; a seasonal bouquet perpetuated by the merchandise of the many vendors and booth owners present on this festive evening.
“Ugh…” Diamond Tiara rubbed her groaning belly as she made her way through the park. “Explain to me again why exactly I let you drag me all the way out into the boonies for some hick festival?”
“Oh, don’t be like that.” Chirped Silver Spoon, placing her hands on Diamond’s shoulders as she walked closel
Take Me Home Aimee II: FifteenTake Me Home Aimee II: Fifteen
Heath wasn't a master sailor, but the Decade was pretty straightforward in its controls. As of right now it seemed as though the Decade was the only thing that was straightforward. He really liked Aimee, but he was tired of her acting like deep down he was a monster
He softened when he recalled the many verbal and even physical errors he had made because of her size.
After several minutes, a door opened distantly, and so after followed the sound of the giant approaching.
"Hey." He braced himself on either side the doorframe leading to the lounge, no further. Just popping in. "Just wanted to give you heads up, there's going to be a bit of a jerk when we dock in a few minutes."
Aimee looked up when she heard Heath’s voice, still feeling ashamed for what she had said earlier. “Heath…” she started to explain herself but when he didn’t move from the door frame, she felt herself slump down a bit. He must have sti
Vacation in Puerto Rico: Part 3
Jess clapped a hand over her mouth at hic-urping from feeling him slide inside her stomach like that, while her face turned a bit red. She ran her fingers along her waist as she felt his form within and those little, rubbing hands. Slipping further into the hot tub, she sighed as she tried to not find this awkward. It was meant to be fun after all. In fact, it felt even better with Ike in there while the bubbling, warm water rushed over her form. Her hands flattened out as they massaged over the belly deeper in order for him to feel, but did not resort to flexing her abs. She figured that might not feel quite as nice as this.
I was familiar with the noises that Jess' body made, but there was something new? Pressing my ear against the inside of Jess's belly, I could hear the low rumbling of the hot tub on the outside, as bubbles streamed to the surface and flowed against her body; it felt a bit like a massage as I snuggled against her
Snowdragons ( Hijack, Frozen AU )" Even Hiccup..."
Tap, tap, ta-tap, tap.
Jack's head snapped up, and he glanced over at the door, fearfully. Reaching across the bed, he shoved on his gloves, before leaping off and pressing himself to the cold wood.
Frost formed on the wood as he tried to listen to his stepbrother through the door.
" Do you wanna build a snowman? C'mon, let's go and play! I never see you anymore! Come out the door! It's like you've gone away!"
A child's gloved hand reached for the doorknob, touching it with tentative fingers.
" We used to be best buddies! And now we're not...i wish you would tell me why! Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman-!"
Jack ripped his hand back, holding it to his chest, " Go away Hiccup!"
He grimaced and roughly wiped the tears with the back of his hand.
A few years passed.
Tap, tap, ta-tap, tap!
" Do you wanna build a snowman? Or read 'bout dragons in the halls? I think some company is overdue,
You'll forever be my BabyFrom the moment I met Ryan, I knew he was the one. He was the boy who I kissed first and I dreamt of being his wife. Of course, I told my best friend at the time, Lindsay, about how happy Ryan made me feel; however, this was the worst mistake that I have ever made…
Lindsay met Ryan through me and I knew they hit it off. It was only a matter of time before the friendly gestures became flirtatious, and flirts became a bellowing romance. Grr! I hated her! How could she do this to me? She was my best friend and I thought that I could trust her… Well, I guess I was wrong. But Lindsay, oh, she picked the wrong girl to mess with. I don’t play to get even, I play to win. This is a vendetta that I will always hold.
I went to the medicine doctor.
“Doctor, please. I am in love with a man and he is in love with another whor- uh… woman. I want him to love me forever! I’m sure you have something!”
“Forever you say? Hmm…” The old man
Chasing the sun homeGuilt had nothing on Noah Valentine. Guilt couldn't even hope to describe his emotions when he came jumping up the front steps to the lobby and hurtling up the stairs because the elevator was taking too long. They weren't living the life of luxury, but they were together in a tiny, cramped apartment he paid for in more ways than one. His body was screaming in protest at the extra exertion. He was exhausted, too exhausted for this, but he still sprinted to the door and fumbled to get his keys in the lock. Quidditch had lost all of its fun now he had to do it nearly every day and still try to beat the sun home in time to tuck his new baby in at night. He came silently through the door, dropping his duffle bag noiselessly by the welcome mat and slinking off like a shadow to one of the rooms. This door squealed mercilessly, but he peered in hopefully and….
The blonde baby was in her crib, with her thumb in her mouth, tangled in her favorite blanket that would change color with her mood (on
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