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hellfirenacht · 11 months ago

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Reader ==> Get A Job

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Fic Summary: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix. Slow burn, Eddie Munson x Reader will be canon, choose your own adventure to a degree

Recommended Previous Chapter: Reader ==> Move into Benny's

Chapter Summary: You explore Hawkins and find a place to work.

Tags: no warnings needed. Eddie Munson x Reader, references to Flight of Icarus events, no use of y/n

Reader ==> Get A Job

Things were cheaper in 1986, and you had been lucky that the bills you had used to pay for some new clothes and some food had fooled the bored and tired cashiers, but it wasn’t gonna last forever and you needed a way to make money.

With all the walking you had been doing over the week of living at Benny’s, you were sure that within a month you’d have legs of steel. You really should invest in a bike at some point to make this go by faster, but for now it was you and your beat up sneakers that you had thrown on when you had thrown yourself out that window.

Early mornings were spent at the library, using their resources to try and find listings. Without the internet, it was a lot harder to find job listings or really any information. The first priority for yourself was to just learn how to survive without the internet or anything from 2023. Not having a valid ID was the trickiest part to navigate, your current one expired in 2030 and anyone with half a brain here would instantly throw you in jail. You assumed as much anyway.

An afternoon of looking through the papers didn’t do much for you, and the librarian wasn’t the most helpful. You needed to find a way to get a fake ID soon, or you were absolutely boned.

You found yourself walking more through the day, mapping out the town in your mind because you didn’t have a phone to tell you where things were. You had a handful of time appropriate ones that you spent on a cheap meal at a local fast food joint.

There were a few places that you found to be familiar. If you turned left at this street and then a right and then another left you’d be at Hawkin’s Public school, and if you went straight instead you’d end up in Mike’s neighborhood and the pool.

You turned right, expanding your map and unlocking more areas of the town. For saying that it’s a small town, it sure didn’t feel like that on foot. The further you walked in this direction, the less shops were appearing and you found yourself in what you assumed was the edge of town. A large cornfield stretched out as far as you could see, and you were half tempted to grab an ear for the road before remembering you had no way to cook it right now anyway.

The middle of Hawkins, Indiana felt like Anywhere, USA. Here by the cornfield you were now very aware just how mid-western you were. The only buildings around seemed to be factories or abandoned steel mills, and with the sun setting, they cast long shadows along the near abandoned streets.

It was going to be dark soon, and you didn’t have the best confidence that you could make your way back to Benny’s in the dark but there wasn’t much you could do at this point. Besides, it’s not like anyone was waiting up for you, or that you had anywhere to go tomorrow. You didn’t exactly want to be out that late, but being back at Benny’s actually felt worse. You didn’t know if you wanted to spend another night alone like that.

There were a lot of run down and boarded up buildings, and you were about to just turn around when you noticed that one building did have a sign on, flickering weakly in the fading light. THE HIDEOUT. The i in the sign was fighting for its life to stay on.

Fuck it, it’s not like you had anywhere to be tonight. What’s the worst that could happen walking into a shady dive bar at the edge of town with no one knowing where you are and what you’re doing.

The Hideout was a very small building, with bricked windows and no natural light. Inside there was only one person at the bar, and a small older woman behind it. This was definitely not a place that you’d come to socialize, but then again if it was it probably wouldn’t be called ‘the Hideout.’

There was a small alarm bell going off in your mind, but there had been alarm bells going off since you showed up.

The woman behind the bar gave you a cursory nod as you hopped onto the stool. You knew you were over 21 maybe? But you doubted that you’d be able to order an actual drink with your ID. You didn’t even know why you bothered keeping it around, it’s not like it was doing you any good anyway.

You ordered a soda, handing over two crumpled one’s and looked around. The place looked like it was under some sort of permanent construction. A patch of carpet in the corner looked like it was being ripped up, revealing some old wood flooring and there was what looked like a stage pushed against the wall, haphazardly made out of two by fours. It looked like it would fall apart with one wrong move.

“A bunch of kids play up there sometimes when I let ‘em.” the barkeep said, messing with some bottles behind the bar and handing a beer to the man a few seats down from you. Her voice was loud, and it made you jump in surprise that such a small woman could project so hard in such a quiet space.

“Play music?” you asked, turning back to the woman.

“If that’s what they wanna call it.” she shrugged, which made you snort. It felt nice to talk to a real person and not an imaginary one.

“Bunch of damn noise is what it is.” said the other man, taking out a newspaper and flipping through it. .

“This place doesn’t seem like the open mic type.” you said.

“It’s not, but I’m too nice sometimes.” She looked you up and down. “You’re dressed weird.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” you agreed, still unsure how to style yourself in this time and town. Her jab came out as more of an observation than an outright criticism. 80’s adjacent style had been in when you left your own time period, so you probably looked off center of what was expected.

That was the last of the small talk for a while as she left the bar and stepped outside, leaving the place completely unattended. Your drinking buddy wasn’t paying you any mind and you probably came across as someone who wasn’t about to rob the place. You took a sip of your soda, which tasted stale but you get what you pay for in a quiet dive bar like this.

The woman came back just in time for the man to get need another beer and set his newspaper aside, looking more irritated than before and muttering something about horses under his breath.

You took the opportunity to turn to him “Mind if I take a read?” you asked, pointing to the paper and he pushed it towards you without a word and a muttered ‘thanks’ from you.

The whole morning had already been filled with looking over papers and listings for jobs but you might as well check again to see if there was anything you might have missed.

...After checking the funny pages and the entertainment section. You deserved some entertainment, right?

A after a nice half hour of reading the comics and glancing over the astrology section- (��You are valuing security and comfort in your life. Be patient and it will come’)- you turned back to the job listings, reading the same handful of words over and over again that you’d seen this morning and sighed.

“Lookin’ for a job?” you jumped hearing the woman speak again, her voice was so loud.

“Oh, yeah. I’m trying. I don’t exactly have, uh...” Papers? An identity? Any legal way to work here? “I’m new in town so I don’t have my shit together yet.”

The woman set her bussing tub next to you and looked you over. “Can you bus tables?” she asked, and you responded by placing your empty glass into the tub, which earned a nod from her. “Any hour restrictions?” You shook your head. “What’s your name?” You told her.

“I only pay cash.” she said. “And the hours aren’t great but it’s something.”

“I’ll take it.” you said instantly, heart pounding. Any job was better than no job, and if she was willing to not ask any questions, and pay you under the table you weren’t going to turn your nose up at it. “When can I start?”

As you and the barkeep (who finally introduced herself as Bev) hashed out the details, you felt at least a little bit of weight lift off your shoulders. You’d be working about four nights a week, and she’d pay out on Wednesdays weekly.

“Since you don’t have a phone, let’s just call it Saturday through Tuesday for now.” she said. “Might schedule on Wednesdays if you’re good. That’s when I do fifty cent beer nights and you can make tips well enough.”

Good enough. You’d be there, come hell or high water and shoved a napkin with her name and phone number in your backpack.

“I’ll have Junior train you when he gets here.” Bev said, looking at her watch. “He’ll be here soon. He’s about your age.”

As thankful as you were that you were starting right away, you partially wished that you didn’t have to start after walking around in the Indiana heat and summer all day. You felt gross and like you really needed a shower and you made a mental note to try and sneak into Mike’s house tomorrow to try and shower. You made your way to the bathroom and attempted to clean yourself up a bit for your first night of work.

You could handle bussing tables and serving beer. If there was one thing here you could handle, it was that.

When you exited the bathroom, Bev motioned you behind the bar and handed you an apron and the bus tub. There were a few extra people around now that it was later and you assumed that these blue collar workers were now off for the night in the surrounding factories.

Somewhere in the back, you heard a door close and footsteps approach.

“You’re late, Junior.” Bev said, as you turned towards the door to see your new coworker.

“I told you, Bev, It’s Eddie.”

Oh fuck.

Reader ==> Meet Eddie Munson

He has a pimple on his chin. Was what your brain supplied as your first thought about seeing Eddie Munson in front of you. And he’s not wearing his club shirt.

He didn’t even have a jacket on, which shouldn’t surprise you with it being summer and yet it did. Seeing Eddie in anything other than what you had seen on screen was like a shock to your system.

Your grip on the bus tub was causing your knuckles to turn white as you listened to Eddie tell Bev for what seemed like the hundredth time to not call him Junior.

“Right right, old habits die hard.” Bev said dismissively. “Anyway this is your new co-worker and you’re gonna train her.”

It’s like he didn’t even notice that you were there until Bev pointed it out. Large doe brown eyes looked over at you, and your heart was pounding in your throat for a second. You weren’t ready, you weren’t. Your plan had been to learn to survive here and then try to find a way to deal with canon events.

Eddie’s eyes darted between you and Bev, looking surprised “I didn’t think you were hiring.” he said.

“I’m not, I have you two.” Bev said, ignoring Eddie’s real question which you were sure was something along the lines of What the hell, Bev? You tried not to take it personally. “Anyway, I need to step outside. I’m sure you can show her the ropes.”

Bev then turned and stalked out back, cigarette in hand.

“Uhh... hi.” you said as Eddie turned back to you. You offered up your name and he offered up his. “I take it Bev doesn’t hire often?”

Your fingers were starting to hurt with how hard they were digging into the plastic edges of the tub. He was here, Eddie was right here, and you didn’t know what to do. What could you do? Start yelling about how he was going to die if he ever did a drug deal with a cheerleader?

“No, she rarely accepts help around here.” Eddie said, now turned towards you.

A decision had to be made, and you took every memory you had of Stranger Things Vol. 4 and shoved it in a crumpled heap in the back of your mind. You wouldn’t acknowledge it, you couldn't. There would be a time and place to process this and if you did that right now, you were sure to freak out. Again.

“Guess I’m lucky.” you tried to keep your voice calm, and gave a small cough to cover any wavering.

Eddie reached out and pulled the tub from your vice grip and you rubbed your fingers, thankful you didn’t drop it.

“Lucky? We’ll see how you feel about that after working a few shifts.” he shook his head. “Not many people would consider a part time job in an old dive bar lucky.”

“I have limited options right now.” you explained, following Eddie as he led you around the dining area, the two of you picking up random glasses. “A shady dive bar that doesn’t ask questions and pays under the table is kind of perfect for me right now.”

Did that sound suspicious? Maybe, but it was already out there. To your surprise, Eddie nodded.

“This shithole isn’t much, but it’s one of the few good places around here.” He explained. “It’s the only place in town that has a stage at least.”

Right, of course. You should have put two and two together when Bev mentioned a band playing on occasion. Eddie’s band.

It was actually unnerving how you kept running into characters people you recognized. You had literally run into Steve Harrington and now Eddie Munson while actively trying to avoid them. Someone out there must be fucking with you.

“The stage looks like it’s this close to being more floor.” You said, glancing over at the slight riser against the wall.

Eddie snorted. “Yeah, but it holds up surprisingly well. It hasn’t given out on me yet.”

“So, I take it your band is the one Bev was talking about?” You asked, feigning ignorance.

“Corroded Coffin.” he said, reminding you of the name of the band. “We mostly do covers or metal and rock songs but we have a few original songs.” Then, as an afterthought he added “We play on Tuesdays usually. If you were curious.”

You smiled at the can of beer you were crushing and tossing in the bin. There wasn’t anything subtle about the hint he wanted you to come. With how empty the Hideout was, you decided it was less personal and more about him being interested in anyone hearing them play.

“I’ll bring earplugs to my shift then.” you said, glancing at him with a smile that you hoped let him know you were joking.

Thankfully, Eddie laughed at that and led you back to the bar. “Good luck, Bev’s single amp has only two settings, ‘loud’ and ‘louder.’”

“You two better be talking about work and not just socializing.” Bev said as she walked back in.

“Just telling her all about how the Hideout has a long standing history of being a patron of the arts.” Eddie said, giving her a wide smile.

“No, you can’t play on Wednesdays.” Bev said, “Now go get Sam another drink.”

Eddie didn’t seem phased and took the next few minutes to show you the back of the bar and the different beer and handful of mixers.

“I wouldn’t touch any of the sodas, they fell off a truck in ‘82 and I think they expired in ‘79.” He joked.

“Would have been helpful to know about an hour ago.” you replied.

“Don’t worry, you probably won’t get sick off of rum and croak here.” Every time Eddie looked at you, your heart jumped up into your throat.

Self, you gotta chill. Yes, he’s a cute guy doomed by the narrative but that’s no reason to be weird about this. There’s a thousand other reasons to be weird about it. Just pretend he’s not... him... and that he’s just your co-worker. Not real. Not real. Not real.

‘Not real’ was starting to become your survival mantra.

Eddie didn’t offer up too much information about himself and you held back as well. With Bev watching you both like a hawk, there wasn’t a lot of time for small talk except when she went for a smoke break. When it was Eddie’s turn for a smoke break, you declined stepping outside with him, not ready to be alone with him.

Then again, could you confidently say that you’ll be ready for anything now?

As it approached ten, Bev decided to let you go. “No need for you tonight, and Eddie’s given you the rundown. Be back Saturday at 7.” she instructed.

You jotted down the address of the bar and thanked her again, and you looked over at Eddie and gave him as genuine a smile as you could. “Nice meeting you... Eddie.”

Eddie waved you off as he popped open a beer for another patron.

Reader ==> Go Home

You can’t. Home hasn’t even been built yet and you have no idea where it is.

Reader ==> Go Back To Benny’s

You don’t really want to, but you were exhausted and really wanted to go to sleep.

When you stepped outside it was a lot cooler out now that the sun was down and you tried to reorient yourself as to where you were. If you could make it back to town you could probably make your way back to the diner.

There were a few cars in the gravel lot but one stood out; a van.

You should leave it alone.

Reader ==> Check Out Eddie’s Van

You should leave it alone but curiosity got the best of you. You casually made your way over to the van and checked over your shoulder to make sure Eddie wasn’t about to kick down the doors and demand you step away from the vehicle.

When he didn’t you peered in the driver side window. It was dark so you couldn’t get a good look at the inside but you saw a few tapes and fast food wrappers scattered along the front seats. The center console was closed, and the interior of the van looked worn but relatively stain free as far as you could tell.

Slipping around to the side of the van, you peaked in the back windows. The back didn’t have any seats, and seemed pretty empty aside from a backpack, some scattered papers, and more trash.

It was just a van owned by a young adult man. You could have seen this van anywhere and not thought twice about it.

Reader ==> Go Back To Benny’s

It took you a long time to make it back in the dark, but you finally slipped in the back door of the diner, checking around the building once for safety, before finally collapsing on your futon as passing out, digesting the events of the day,

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-I’m not writing in a liner way

- Current timeline I’m wanting to write is between August-December 1985. We will get to ‘86 later

-You can suggest reader do anything, there is no guarantee that I will pick your prompt!

-Prompts must be submitted through ask, as “READER => Do something” If you know, you know.

-Reader is a weirdo, a freak, and is not shy or popular. Reader probably has really bad ADHD.

-If I need to add more rules I will, if I change rules that’s allowed because it’s my fic

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savestartreklowerdecks · 8 months ago

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🚨 ATTENTION ALL TREKKIES! 🚨

Lower Decks needs your help!

After the unjustified cancellation of Lower Decks many people are outraged, even some of the cast and crew want the show back.

So what can we do to try and save Lower Decks? And it turns out quite a lot actually.

1. Write a letter - there have been some letter writing but if you write at the least one letter you’re already helping. Of course the more letters you write the better. DO NOT be rude or threatening otherwise this won’t be taken seriously and will be disregarded, be polite and formal. Here are a few mail addresses:

Jeff Grossman

Director of Programming

CBS Interactive US

235 Second Street

San Francisco, CA 94105

Tom Ryan

President & CEO Streaming Paramount Global

1515 Broadway

New York NY 10036

Brian Robbins

Paramount+

1515 Broadway

New York

NY 10036

USA

2. Sign a petition - this one might not be as effective as letter writing but it can definitely let paramount see how many people signed and how much people want it back.

3. Rewatch the show and encourage others to do the same - this will help paramount see how many people still want to watch and see more and want more. Or you could go the opposite way and cancel your subscription to Paramount+ and putting Lower Decks as the reason

4. Buy merchandise - this will help paramount know that people still want to invest in the show.

5. Buy the new season 4 Blu-ray Disc - this will help paramount see that season 4 was good and the series should be renewed for more seasons.

6. And last but not least, spread the word anyway you can. If you don’t do any of these things at the very least tell others. We can save Lower Decks but only if we work together

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clapperboardtalk · 9 months ago

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THE TOWN THAT DREADED SUNDOWN (2014)

A Town Revisited: A Review of "The Town That Dreaded Sundown" (2014)

Movie: The Town That Dreaded Sundown (2014)

Genre: Slasher Horror

Year: 2014

Country: USA

A Town Haunted by History: "The Town That Dreaded Sundown" (2014) isn't your typical slasher flick. It's a meta-sequel, revisiting the Texarkana murders of 1946 through the lens of the 1976 film of the same name. Our story kicks off with a drive-in screening of the original film, a chilling reminder of a dark past. But soon, the past bleeds into the present as a masked killer starts picking off couples, echoing the crimes of yesteryear. Is it a copycat or something more sinister? Enter Jami (played by the fantastic Addison Timlin), a high school student who might hold the key to unraveling the mystery.

Alluring Performances: The acting in this film is a cut above your average slasher. The cast delivers believable performances, even when faced with the absurdity of the situation. Timlin shines as Jami, navigating fear, suspicion, and a surprising amount of agency with remarkable nuance. The rest of the cast holds their own, but it's Timlin who truly elevates the film.

Technically Sound Chills: The camerawork in "The Town That Dreaded Sundown" is effective, building tension and dread during the killer's stalking scenes. The sound design is equally impressive, with sharp effects that make you jump and a score that perfectly complements the on-screen scares.

A Slash Above Average, But Not a Genre Revolution: Here's the thing: "The Town That Dreaded Sundown" is a perfectly enjoyable slasher film. It's got good scares, solid acting, and a clever premise. However, it doesn't stray far from the slasher formula. The lack of originality might leave some viewers wanting more. For me, the biggest drawback was the underdeveloped killer. We get very little insight into their motives, making it hard to connect with them or feel truly invested in their reign of terror.

So, is it worth a watch? Absolutely! With its great acting, particularly Timlin's stellar performance, and its stylish chills, "The Town That Dreaded Sundown" is a fun, albeit familiar, horror experience. I'd give it 3 out of 5 stars.

Netizens Divided: Reviews for the film were mixed. Some praised the acting and atmosphere, while others criticized the lack of originality. Box office results were modest, with the film grossing a little over $120,000 against an estimated budget of $1 million.

Trivia Time: Did you know that the original 1976 film was actually banned in Texarkana for several years due to its perceived sensationalization of the real-life murders? "The Town That Dreaded Sundown" (2014) cleverly acknowledges this fact within the film itself.

#movie #horror #slasher #the town that dreaded sundown 2014 #DreadTheRemake #SlasherWithClass #TimlinTime

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fanbynature · 10 months ago

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Curious why you’re upset Smosh is silent on Palestine but not any other global war happening right now. Yes what’s happening in Palestine is horrible, but so is what’s happening in Ukraine, Haiti, Sudan, Iraq, etc. Palestine isn’t the only country under siege and it says a lot that people are getting upset about this one because they have a Jewish cast member who made some really uninformed tweets about supporting Israeli civilians and liked a few Zionist hinting tweets that he unliked. I can’t think of a single instance where Smosh got vocal or involved about a political war. Yes they talk about social politics but that’s very different from something as sensitive and intricate as an actual ongoing genocide.

did you not read entirely what i wrote or not comprehend it, anon? Like I know english isn't my first language, but I thought it was pretty clear.

USA is actively helping Israel with billions of the money that get from the tax of US citizens as well as weapons.

The cast are US citizen - idk maybe the fact that their money is funding genocide should concern them and they should speak against it as people who have a big platform?

I mean it'd be lovely if they speak on every single bad current event that's happening in the world but l don't think they'll be that invested.

But being invested in what your country is "helping" be done to another country perhaps is good to be your priority, especially for people who are so vocal about politics and voting. Their president is complicit in war crimes and genocide. They're on side with literal fascist.

Also as a whole US was an active participant in the creation of Israel. And they sure do great smear campaigns to keep people "at bay".

And the point about Noah - I've posted multiple times about his actions. He didn't only like a few zionist tweets. He bragged about his great-grandfather being part of the creation of Israel - which tell me, anon, how it was achieved? Ah, yes - through stealing the land of the people there and either killing them or making them refuges aka the Nakba. Which again was with the help of USA.

He had also twitted, a while ago, about going to his birthright trip. But you won't be able to find it now cus people back then told him that it is all propaganda to make jews "oh so proud of the jewish state". He covered his tracks and had deleted the tweets.

He was raised a zionist. He's not simply a misguided little boy. He's a grown man with access to so much information yet he chose to be ignorant for YEARS.

People who are trying to find excuses for him - just simply block me, cus I'm not supporting him until he makes it clear he had changed his views.

But honestly anon I don't expect that much from them - they didn't even address the whole situation with Matt Raub when it was happening and kept him working there until he left on his own (and that very much wasn't a defy issue cus they sure like to blame 99% of their fuck ups on them - yes, they were horrible but even before defy was there smosh certainly wasn't the wisest when it came to some issues). I'm just a person expressing their frustation.

Peace out

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stuff-diary · 2 years ago

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XO, Kitty

TV Shows/Dramas watched in 2023

XO, Kitty (2023, USA/South Korea)

Creator: Jenny Han

Directors: Jennifer Arnold, Jeff Chan, Pamela Romanowsky & Katina Medina Mora

Mini-review:

I was a big fan of the To All The Boys series (both books and movies), but I must say I have somewhat mixed feelings about this show. For starters, it is too cheesy. Yes, the TATB trilogy was also cheesy, but in the movies that came across as charming, while here it's a bit cringey. Also, it's pretty obvious they tried to give the show a "western K-drama" kind of vibe, and it doesn't really work. For example, the cinematography feels really lifeless and bland, and things like that make me think Netflix didn't spend much money here. That being said, there is one thing this show did better than any k-drama in existence: the representation. It's beautiful to see such a wide variety of sexualities, cultures and races in a show set in South Korea.

I also loved the cast. It's obvious they had a great time filming the show and portraying these characters, and their energy is very infectious. The show is worth a watch based on the characters and their interactions alone. Among them, I enjoyed Sang Heon Lee's and Gia Kim's performances the most, and I'd love to see them in tons of projects going forward. Tbh, there are times where the writing is all over the place, and the characters change their minds constantly in ways that make little sense, but it's so fun to watch that I could sort of ignore all the inconsistencies. I have to admit I was pretty invested in these characters by the time I finished the last episode, so I would definitely like to see a second season.

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lemonluvgirl · 1 year ago

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Hitting The Target (Now with Ch 4)

By SparklingStella & LemonLuvGirl

I know I said I wasn't going to post much context but I figured I should just post everything I have for this story just in case some people aren't caught up yet.

Summary: “When you shoot, you’ve got to keep both eyes on what you want to hit.” Katniss tells him seriously. “Do you bring this kind of tenacious focus with you to all aspects of your life?” Peeta asks, hoping his wildly mounting attraction for her isn’t as obvious to her as it feels to him. “When the situation calls for it. I’m good at going after what I want. And I find my mark almost every time.” She tells him with such a straight face he would have believed they were still talking about archery if her smoldering grey eyes weren’t glued to his mouth.

When hot shot college archery rookie Katniss Everdeen makes it to the USA Archery Collegiate National Championships in her first year on the team, the university’s newly appointed college sports reporter Peeta Mellark is sent on assignment to cover her and the archery team’s meteoric rise to fame. What he never intended was to get so invested in the subject of his article, or to get so infatuated with the girl herself.

“Where’s this afternoon’s advance run? And why wasn’t it on my desk 30 minutes ago?”

A frustrated feminine voice rings out through the university newspaper workroom, and the clicking sound of her power heels marching across the linoleum heralds the end of the afternoon’s peace.

It’s never a good sign when the editor of the Panem Chronicle steps out of her office to check up on the underlings that scurry around nervously and do her bidding. The woman is intimidating and has a tongue so sharp it’s been known to leave the first-year interns emotionally scarred.

She might be small, even in her 4-inch stilettos, but she casts a long shadow. People start fidgeting at their desks and shuffling their papers nervously. One girl actually backs out of the workroom before she can be spotted, when she sees Johanna “The Axe” Mason has left her lair and is on the prowl for unsuspecting victims.

“Where’s that article on the golf team’s latest tournament?” She questions in a clipped tone that is all business.

“Fuck me,” I mutter tiredly under my breath while trying to simultaneously shrink down to inconspicuous levels so that Jo Mason, won’t hear or see me.

But I know that no matter how hard I hunch my shoulders and try to turn invisible, it won’t help me now. She knows I’m here. She knows I’m not done. I feel a sweat break out on the back of my neck as she approaches my workstation.

Knowing Johanna she’d take my avoidance of this confrontation as an invitation to initiate a few rounds of verbal sparing, not as an expression of utter unenthusiastic dread. She always seems to get a kick out of finding any excuse to go toe-to-toe with one of the only guys in the department who wasn’t terrified of her. It was fun at first, but now it’s getting old. I find myself almost resenting her in recent weeks. She's the reason I’ve got writer's block right now. I’m dreading having to finish this article. It's driving me nuts.

I hate golf, (I told Johanna this when she gave me the assignment) and I’ve been doing nothing but covering their university’s shitty golf tournaments for the last few weeks. And even though I’ve seen enough mediocre college golf to last till the end of eternity, I can’t for the life of me finish this pathetic golf article that was due half an hour ago. The thing is just a boring, uninteresting, cold fish piece of shit. And I hate myself for writing it. I hate Johanna even more for assigning me this piece. It's like she knows exactly which soul-sucking assignments I desire least and saves them just for me.

“Mellark! Are you still stuck on the conclusion? Stop playing with your dick and finish the fucking article already! We’ve got a deadline to meet!” Johanna says when she finally reaches my desk and stands over my shoulder, only to find I’m still stuck in the same spot I was an hour ago.

“I’m trying Johanna! But this--this story is just--”

“Just what asshole? Too hot for you to handle? It's a damn 600-word news piece, not a 60 minutes interview for god sake!”

“It's BORING! And there’s no way to make it interesting! I’ve tried! It's just---garbage! Dry, utterly boring, and sleep-inducing garbage!”

Johnna stands stock still for a minute. I worry I may have gone overboard, for a second.

Then she starts shaking with silent laughter.

“Well, yeah duh! I mean it's college golf, not exactly riveting stuff. ” She says in between involuntary shoulder shakes.

I inhale sharply.

“So you knew. You knew it was a crap assignment and you made me write it anyway! That’s just great Jo. That’s terrific. Why couldn’t you assign it to Beetee or Wireless or something? They’ve been asking to go out on assignments instead of always getting stuck on research or box design. Didn’t you tell me when I joined the paper that I had the best ‘authentic writing voice’ you’d heard in years? And yet Marvel and Cato get to cover our basketball and football teams every season! What am I doing here JO? How is this a good use of my skills?” I explode in frustration. I’m so tired of getting stuck in this cycle. But I can’t just put up with her shit quietly like the rest of them. If it’s a fight she wants today, then I guess it’s a fight she’ll get.

Instead of spitting some quickly thought-up insult at me, she surprises me by sighing and shifting to lean against my desk next to me, looking directly at my face instead of over my shoulder.

“Mellark, you’re talented. That’s exactly why I give you the tough assignments. You can dress up a pile of shit and make it look like a chocolate sundae. But, you’ve only been on the team for a year. You still have to pay your dues, rookie. Look, I’ll make you a deal. Finish this shit show of an article, and make it readable. If you can do that I’ll give you a better assignment this coming week. Not basketball or anything super big, because you know, baby steps, but I promise it will be a step up from the golf crap.”

“Fine Jo. But I’m holding you to your promise! Maybe I should make you sign a contract so you don't go back on your word,” I say, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Yeah, yeah, Mellark. No need to break out the ritual sacrifice knife to make me sign my soul away in blood. I'm a woman of my word. I'll deliver on my promise. But, you better wow me with this conclusion, or else it's back to the golf carts, pretentious khakis, and designer sunglasses for you.” She threatens, but there’s a twinkle of respect in her eye that boosts my confidence.

“It's going to be the best shit sundae you’ve ever had Jo. I promise.” I vow.

I managed to tweak and finish the article until it was an interesting and engaging college sports piece, and by the time the story had to go to print Joanna was smiling.

“So, I take it that smile means I’m going to get assigned something decent this coming week?”

“Well, since you pulled it off, I’d say so.” Johanna slams a piece of paper down on my desk. It contains a name, email address, and office phone number.

Haymitch Abernathy [email protected] 555-451-1213

“What’s this?”

“Contact info for your next assignment. Email this guy and set up a time to go and observe his team at practice. He’s the head coach for the university’s archery team. Word around campus is a new freshman is blowing all the competition out of the water. The team’s got a shot at nationals this year. I want you to do a full piece on her, and the team. You can interview the coach too. The higher-ups want to make this feature article a two-page spread.”

“Two pages?!”

“Yep. So don’t say I never did anything for ya Mellark. Oh, and take your camera and get some candid shots. She’s a real hot shot. Hits the target every time. And she looks good doing it, or so they say. That’ll be good for the article too.”

I laugh, only Johanna would so openly comment on sex appeal as a way to increase our reader base.

“Ok, Jo. Sure thing. And thank you! You won’t regret it!”

“Yeah, yeah. Bring me back something spectacular and we’ll see if you deserve to be bumped up permanently to something more substantial after this.”

I nodded and smiled. I was hopeful, enthusiastic, and most of all intrigued to find out more about this newest assignment and the girl who seemed to be lighting the college archery scene on fire.

(Katniss POV)

I lifted my bow, breathing in steadily, and lined up the tip of my arrow with the target. Shooting with a recurve barebow required a different technique than the modern sighted bows, with their fancy pins and bubble levels. String walking was my preferred method of aiming, and even without the technical assistance of an adjustable sight component, I was still the best shot on Panem University’s archery team. I brought the string back and adjusted my bare bow tab slightly since this was a 40-yard shot. I took another breath in and as I began exhaling the carbon dioxide from my lungs, I felt my hands still. Then I blew out the silent puff through my parted lips and released.

The arrow flew fast and true and hit dead center.

I heard Finnick and Gale and my other teammates whooping in appreciation behind me. I resisted the urge to smirk. Lest our coach, Haymitch, the surly old man who sometimes came to practice just a tad hungover, started giving me shit about being cocky.

“Girl you are on FIRE! You haven’t missed the mark once today!” Finnick cheered as I tucked my bow underneath my arm and walked back to the cooler filled with ice water where my teammates gathered for breaks in between shots. I grabbed a paper cup and proceeded to pour myself a drink to cool my parched throat before I replied.

“It's just practice, Finnick. No need to get so excited.” I reminded him and he chuckled.

“He’s just stoked that now we have enough high-scoring members to register as a team this year for the collegiate 3D nationals,” Gale states proudly as he looks over at me. He had practically begged me to try out for the archery team when I got to Panem U.

He had promised the team could use someone like me and after a few weeks of his pestering I’d given in, thinking they’d take one look at me and my old hand-me-down bow and cheaply homemade arrows and laugh me off the field. But to my surprise, no one mocked me when I showed up with my old recurve bow, they just gave me quizzical looks. And they didn’t laugh when I sunk arrow after arrow into the bullseyes of the targets. I’d been invited to join the team right afterward. Our coach had even put in a good word for me with his friends at the sporting goods store closest to campus. After saving up for a month, and using some of my financial aid surplus, I’d been able to buy a new recurve bow. It was a beautiful SAS Courage and I’d never owned anything more beautiful or powerful in my life. And my shooting only improved soon after.

“You mean you didn’t go as a team last year?” I asked Gale and Finnick, as we all drank down gulps of water greedily. We were all a little sweaty since practice had been running longer and longer to prepare for the upcoming competition. Archery was an outdoor sport, which meant a lot of time in the sun. So hydration was important.

“The university wouldn’t pay the team fee to send everyone, since only Gale and I showed a chance of placing. So it was just me and Finnick and Haymitch, and they put us all in one room. With only two beds. It was cruel and unusual punishment, and I considered contacting the human rights advocates.” Finnick jokes.

“But now that you’re here Catnip, and kicking ass, they’re going to spring for the team registration this time around. And since you’re a girl, they’ll probably spring for two rooms! And I won’t have to listen to Abernathy’s snoring or twist myself into a pretzel trying to sleep on a tiny hotel couch.” Gale said hopefully. I frowned, wondering how my getting my sleeping accommodations would translate into his not sleeping on the couch.

“Hey, man you gotta be quick to call dibs next time!” Finnick joked and Gale shot him the middle finger with a scowl.

“I don’t feel like sharing a hotel room with any of you-” I began but Gale interrupted.

“Oh, come on Catnip, we can share. It's not like it's anything I haven’t seen before,” Gale says with an unconcerned grin. I tense up immediately and shoot him a warning look.

Sure, Gale and I had dated in the past. And yes, we’d slept together before, so he’d seen me naked. But we hadn’t been anything more than friends and hunting buddies for a very long time. And one of the conditions of my joining the same archery team with him had been that he wouldn’t make things awkward by bringing up our past dating history. I was naturally a very private person and didn’t want to get around the team that Gale and I used to sleep together. I narrowed my eyes on him.

His grin quickly fades and is replaced by a repentant expression.

“Sorry, Katniss. I shouldn’t have said that.” Gale apologizes quietly and after staring at him for a second I nod. Finnick looks between us with a highly amused expression.

“Don’t worry mighty huntress, I’d be more than happy to spoon with you in your hotel room when we head to the 3D competition,” Finnick says with a suggestive tilting smile and a slightly raised eyebrow. I feel Gale bristle a little beside me.

I rolled my eyes and prepared to tell Finnick that he’d only be spooning at the 3D competition would be Gale or Haymitch again, when I was interrupted.

“Odair, keep it in your damn pants. I don’t need you or Hawthorne fucking up this team dynamic with your overzealous libidos and underwhelming dicks.” Haymitch, our grouchy old coach cut into the conversation with his usual crudeness.

I couldn’t fight a loud snort that escaped, and neither of the guys could hide a flash of embarrassment at the comment aimed at their male egos.

“Now that we’re going to register as a team this year, does that mean the girls have to bunk together?” Glimmer, the only other female on the team, asked as she eyed Gale appreciatively.

I wanted to snort again. Glimmer was a terrible shot, even though she’d been on the team a whole year longer than I had. But that probably wouldn’t matter to Gale. She was blond and giggly and slutty. I saw him holding back a smile at her apparent attraction to him and I rolled my eyes. She had no real interest in archery and had probably only joined the team to meet guys. I doubted the university would even pay for her to go.

Objectively, there were a lot of hot guys on the team. Finnick and Gale probably stood out the most but there was also Thresh Anderson who doubled as a university basketball player as well when he wasn’t going to classes or shooting targets. And Thom wasn’t bad-looking either, just kind of lanky and lean. But I had zero interest in dating any of my teammates. One, because Haymitch was right. Sex and relationships tended to fuck up team dynamics. I mean, look at me and Gale. We’d only dated for two months and it had almost ruined our ability to hunt together. It took almost a year for us to get back to some semblance of normalcy and even then we still had our past to contend with at times. Like just now, when he not so subtly alluded to sharing a room with me.

“Sorry to break it to you, Glimmer, but we’re not taking the whole team this year. Only the ones who placed in the preliminaries. So that means Hawthorne, Odair, Anderson, and Everdeen here are the ones going. And nobody’s bunking with Sweetheart. University policy. If they pay for the room, it's not going to be co-ed.” Haymitch announces to us all and Glimmer’s face falls. But Thresh and Gale and Finnick quickly start celebrating amongst themselves, with plenty of fist bumps and back pounding. Soon, even the other team members who didn’t qualify began to offer their congratulations. I smiled over at Thresh, who was probably my second favorite team member after Gale, and he flipped me a thumbs up.

“Alright, alright, before you animals start planning a kegger, I need your attention. Now, since we’ve had such a good year the university newspaper is looking to do a story on us. They’re sending one of their reporters down today to interview the team, and take photos. I need you all on your best behavior. Show ‘em what you got and maybe next year they’ll spring for some new equipment. God knows our targets are practically falling apart!” Haymitch orders with surly annoyance. Everyone begins to disperse and go back to shooting. But I hadn’t failed to notice that throughout his whole speech, his eyes kept darting back to me.

I crunch my paper cup aggressively and throw it away and turn to face Haymitch. I’m nervous and wary about this turn of events.

“A reporter?” I ask and Haymitch nods.

“Yep.” That is all he says.

I feel my palms grow sweaty. I have never liked being in the spotlight, or the center of attention. And right now I am getting the sinking sensation that this reporter coming to interview us might have something to do with the judges at the last competition calling me the ‘Ken Griffy Jr.’ of archery.

“Do I have to talk to him?” I ask.

“No, you have to take him to the prom and divest him of his virginity," Haymitch said with a straight face and my eyes widened before I glared at him. Him and his stupid jokes.

"Everyone has to talk to him, Sweetheart. He’s interviewing the team. And last time I checked, that includes you.” He says more seriously.

“Fine.” I bite the word out in annoyance.

“Oh, and Princess? Might want to towel off some of that sweat. You’re glistening like a pig over a spit, and not in an attractive way.” He comments in a falsely pleasant voice.

“Alcoholic old son of a bitch.” I mutter as I stomp away.

“I heard that!” Haymitch calls and I resist the urge to flip him off as I resume my place and knock back an arrow. I imagine that the center of the target is Haymtich’s eye and start shooting at a rapid pace, ignoring everyone else around me and getting lost in the feeling of hitting my mark time and again.

(Peeta POV)

We arrived at the archery field a little later than I’d planned. I had decided to pick up my friend Annie Cresta last minute to help me take pictures. Annie was a good photographer, having taken pictures for her high school newspaper before she started at Panem U, and a lot of reporters on the paper knew about her talent. Seeing as I needed to interview the whole team and get their pictures too, I figured I could use the extra set of hands and a friendly face.

“Whoa, I didn’t even know there was anything back here!” Annie exclaimed in surprise.

“Me neither,” I muttered as we exited my vehicle and started to grab our equipment.

There in the back lot of one of the university’s unused outbuildings, was Panem U’s archery practice field. It was dotted with rows of targets at various distances. There was a group of people lined up and practicing with bows and arrows dutifully despite the heat. The grass was a little long, and the sun beat down almost mercilessly in the late September afternoon. Hot days like this were rare this late in the season. But this year had been unusually warm, and the extra sun was probably contributing to the grass growth. The field was covered in a blanket of mixed grasses and weeds.

Their green and yellow tips brushed against us at ankle-high length and outside of the car’s air conditioning the warm air threatened to make anyone who was too used to sitting down in lecture halls and at a desk in the university’s school newsroom break out in an uncomfortable sweat. I sighed. Going on location to interview a subject was just another part of reporting that could either be great or terrible. Today it was just mildly uncomfortable.

“So, what do you need from me today Peeta?” Annie’s gentle voice asked as I took the camera bag from her and hoisted it over my shoulders. I had offered to get her a gift card to her favorite restaurant as repayment for her helping me out last minute, but I was still a gentleman. I didn’t want her carrying the bags if she didn’t have to.

“Johanna just said to get some candid shots of the team, especially the new girl. Katniss Everdeen.” I told Annie.

“Katniss? That’s an interesting name. You don’t hear that very often.” She commented.

“Yeah, I looked it up. It's a type of edible water plant.” I explained and she shot me a contemplative look.

“Maybe her parents were botanists,” Annie says with a shrug.

“Or hippies.” I offer with a humorous smile. And Annie chuckles. We’ve been friends since freshman year of college and she’s almost like a sister to me. I find her quiet unassuming demeanor restful, and she says she remains friends with me because I bring her baked goods on her birthday. It's an easy sort of friendship that works for both of us.

“Alright then, ready when you are, Captain!” Annie announces with a sarcastic little salute. I laugh and wave her on as we walk towards the group of people shooting in the field.

As we reach their general vicinity, I lay the equipment bag down next to the table with the water cooler and Annie starts to unpack. I scope out the individuals I’ll be interviewing. There’s a middle-aged paunchy-looking man who’s growling out corrections to a cute looking blond in yoga pants and twin ponytails. But by the way, her arrows have all landed outside the blue third ring of the target I’d say she’s not the new wonder girl. My eyes sweep over the group again and I find the rest are male. One extremely large guy, with chocolate brown skin and close-cropped hair, who looks more like he belongs on a football field or a basketball court than an archy field stands with intense focus, eyeing the target but not shooting yet. Two other taller, but less bulky men with dark hair and olive-toned complexions shoot arrows at targets that are marked as 30 paces away. One of them, the more muscular and good-looking of the two, hits almost all his arrows inside the yellow of the target, the bullseye. Next to them is a bronze-haired smiling guy who looks more like he belongs in a catalog than on a forgotten old archery field in the university's back lot.

“Hello there!” The bronze-haired man calls out as he approaches us. When he gets close enough to make out his features more clearly, I notice his eyes are a startling aquamarine color.

I feel Annie shift nervously next to me.

“Hiya! The name’s Finnick Odair, I take it you’re the people from the University newspaper?” Finnick asks as he holds out his hand to Annie with an award-winning smile. She blinks at him blankly for a second before tentatively shaking his hand but doesn’t move to introduce us. That’s Annie for you, shy as they come around new people. That’s another reason our friendship works. I’m better with people in general.

“Yes, hi. I’m Peeta Mellark, one of the sports writers for the Panem Chronicle. And this here is my photography assistant Annie Cresta.” I say as I thrust out my hand to Finnick in greeting with an easygoing smile. Finnick shook my hand in a perfunctory way, but the majority of his attention remained on Annie. She squirmed underneath his gaze and I started to get a little concerned. So I take a step closer to Annie, in an effort not to leave my friends defenseless against this guy’s charms. His gaze darts between the two of us in concern.

“Peeta and Annie, that’s nice. Are you two a team when you’re not interviewing local athletes?” Finnick asks with an interested stare. But he still looks a little nervous looking back and forth between us.

“What?” Annie asks, perplexed. It's the first word she’s spoken but by the way Finnick is smiling at her with rapt attention you’d think she’d given an eloquent speech.

I shake my head at Annie’s confusion and bite back a grin. The guy, Finnick, was trying to ask if we were together. He’s interested in her, and they just met.

“Annie and I are good friends. Have been ever since we met in freshman psyche two years ago. She’s got pretty high standards for the people she dates.” I tell him good-naturedly but also add a serious look at the end to let him know subtly that I’m looking after Annie. He smiles, at us both, a little more relaxed this time, and nods.

“Well, that’s good to hear. Come on, let me introduce you to the team.” Finnick says with a tilt of his head towards the field. Annie picks up her camera and snaps a shot of him just like that, with his head tilted and his hand beckoning, and the sunlight behind him. He smirks at her, but her face remains expressionless. I grin at Finnick’s confusion and move toward where the rest of his teammates are practicing.

We quickly got introduced to the team. Turns out there are six members and one coach. Haymitch Abernathy sounds just as grumpy and impolite in person as he did over the phone, but he does seem to try his best to accommodate us.

“Where’s your last team member?” I ask Coach Abernathy and he scowls.

“Little Miss Sunshine is taking a powder break. She’ll be back soon so you can get your story, kid.” He replies gruffly.

I nod and Annie and I set about taking pictures and talking to the other teammates. I get to learn their rankings, their scores from the last competition, and who’s been selected to go to an upcoming tournament in Arizona. I get so invested in taking notes for my article that I don’t notice when the number of people on the field increases by one. I didn’t hear or notice her return, even though she takes up a spot very close to where Annie and I are standing as we take shots and interview the 2nd best-ranked archer on the team. His name is Gale Hawthorne and he’s kind of taciturn, but he does look impressive as he pulls his bow back, lets the arrow fly, and hits the target just a half-inch shy of the absolute center. Annie is shooting him from the left, trying to get a profile shot. I turn, trying to see if we could get a better angle. And that’s when I see her.

She’s smaller than I imagined, maybe 5’3 at the most, petite and slim. But the way she holds herself, with such a straight posture, without being rigid as she draws her bowstring back, makes her seem larger than life. Her ebony dark hair trails over her left shoulder, a couple of flyaway strands dancing in the breeze. Her eyes are almond-shaped and luminous, and I’m startled to see a glint of silver grey where I expected to find chocolate brown. She wears a grey tank top, and shorts, obviously accounting for the heat and hours she had to spend outdoors. But the miles of smooth golden brown skin that’s exposed, from her thin muscular arms to her toned and well-shaped legs are practically mouth-watering. Most of all it's her calm and stoic demeanor that captivates my attention. She’s so focused and determined. I watch as she waits for just a beat, steadying herself, before taking the shot. I don’t have to look at the target to know she hit a bullseye. It's written in the way her eyelids lower for just a second, with a pleasure she tries hard to conceal.

I suck in a ragged breath. Damn. This girl was more than hot. She was something else altogether, something incredible.

“Good one.” The guy we had been interviewing, Gale, tells her and she nods at him in acknowledgment. I look back at the two of them and wonder if they are somehow related. They have very similar features, but different last names. Cousins maybe?

“Hi,” I call over to her and she turns her head to look at me, and I feel the weight of those intense grey eyes land with almost as much force as her arrow did hitting the bullseye.

“Hello.” She replies curtly. Ok, so maybe they are related. They both seem so reluctant to speak. But I just adjust my smile so it’s a little bigger, a little more friendly, and start over to her side.

“My name’s Peeta Mellark. And I’m a reporter with the Uni’s Chronicle. You must be Katniss.”

“Yes. Katniss Everdeen. I’m a first-year student, and I have yet to declare a major. I’ve been hunting since I was 6. I’ve never shot competitively before, and I hope to make the university proud in the next tournament. You can take my picture but don’t get in the way of my shots.” She states dryly and returns her attention to the target. I hear Gale behind me trying and failing to stifle a snicker.

“Was that your way of trying to shut down the interview?”

“No. Of course not. Those are all the relevant facts you need to know for the article. I’d rather not waste valuable practice time any more than I already have. We have a tournament coming up and I need to focus.”

“Your aim seems fine, best I’ve seen today. Are you telling me you couldn’t spare a minute or two to answer some questions?”

“I already answered everything you need to know. So just take your pictures and get it over with.”

“You should widen your stance. If you displace your weight a little more, your feet and knees will probably feel better at the end of a long day after standing and shooting for hours.”

“Excuse me? Are you an archery expert or something?”

“No.”

“Well, I’ve been shooting for years. I know how to stand. Forgive me if I don’t take your word as worth anything on the subject.”

“Are you a writer, or a reporting expert?”

“What?”

“Do you have any experience with interviewing or writing an article?”

“No.”

“Ok, well, excuse me, if I don’t accept your bare minimum responses for my article. I know nothing about archery. And you know nothing about my field of expertise. So why don’t we just agree to let each other do what we do best?”

“Are you also an expert in acting like a dick?”

I let out a stunned, strangled sound that is followed by Annie’s subsequent gasp.

Katniss stands, defiant eyes blazing, her bow lowered and one hand on her hip.

“That was rude.” I point it out to her but she doesn’t even flinch.

“I don’t win tournaments because I’m sociable. I win them because I focus. And you are taking away my focus. So I’d appreciate it if you would just ask whatever pointless questions you need to so I can move on with my life.”

“Do you honestly have no respect for someone else’s work? The time and energy put in? Annie and I are here to do a story about you and your team! It's for the university paper, it could mean more exposure for the archery department, maybe even donations! Will you just let me do my job without being such a--”

“Such as WHAT?”

I stumbled for a word, mortified that this had escalated into a full-blown argument, with a person I’d just met nonetheless. But she’s impossible, insufferable, no matter how good-looking she may be.

“An asshat!” I finally exclaimed. And Annie behind me started giggling to my utter humiliation. But Katniss didn’t seem amused. She seemed livid.

She stalked towards me, like a predator stalking its prey, all lithe-limbed and graceful even in her anger. The look in her eyes was deadly.

“The only ass I see around here is YOU!” She yelled, shoving a thin delicate finger into the middle of my chest. I freeze, seeing her this close-up. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are flashing, she’s breathing hard and our gazes lock for a long inexplicable moment. And I fight the urge to crush her to my chest and kiss that scowl off her beautiful face.

I stare down at her, my eyes catching for a moment on the swell of the tops of her breasts visible because of the scoop of her tank top. My chest is heaving as I feel a drop of sweat trail from my temple to my jaw. Her eyes trace the movement reflexively and I see her lips part just a tiny bit, to curse me out some more no doubt. But I stay mutely silent, unable to form a response as I stare at her slightly parted full lips.

“Everdeen! What the hell did I say? Didn’t I tell you to play nice? God damn it, girl, don’t need you to fuck up the one piece of good publicity our department has gotten in years!” Coach Abernathy’s angry voice rings out somewhere behind me and the spell is broken.

Katniss takes a step back and looks down, seemingly chastised. And I swallow thickly around the dryness in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see that Abernathy isn’t the only one who witnessed the argument. The rest of the team was staring at us in obvious dismay. The old archery coach makes his way to my side and sighs tiredly.

“Look, kid, it's getting late, practice is supposed to be over by now. Maybe the heat’s making everyone touchy. Why don’t you and Red come back tomorrow? Finish the interview then?” Abernathy points his finger in Annie’s direction, his voice inquiring in a tone as close to diplomatic as I think he can get.

I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand and nod. Maybe he was right. Maybe things will go better tomorrow.

“Yeah, ok. We’ll try again tomorrow. But the university wants to do a 2-page spread. And I can’t do that if the whole team doesn’t cooperate.” I warn him and he nods seriously.

“Don’t worry kid. Everyone is gonna do their part, I promise.” He says, staring Katniss down. She huffs indignantly and picks up her bow and turns on her heel to walk away.

“I hope so. Alright Annie, let’s pack up.” I conclude, wanting to get off this field and out of this heat. It's driving me crazy. That must be the explanation for the raw and incomparably powerful sexual attraction I felt for a woman who almost tore my head off.

Annie nods and we both head back to the water cooler table to pack our equipment away. The rest of the archery team is packing away their bows and arrows already, preparing to leave as well. But when we get back to the car I spare a glance over my shoulder and catch sight of her. The girl with the bow and the dark braid, still sinking arrows into the targets despite being utterly alone on the field.

I wonder if she’ll be able to work out her frustration before tomorrow’s redo interview. I wonder if I will as well.

(Katniss POV)

I empty my entire quiver into the target, once, twice, almost a full third time before I’m hitting bullseyes with my usual accuracy. Today was an incredibly slow start. And I blame the before practice ‘pep talk’, that was more of a guilt trip/gossip session.

It had been a full day since the blond pretty boy reporter showed up causing a ruckus with his 1000-watt smile and his thickly laid-on charm. But everyone was still completely hung up on the visit. He was a tool. Most likely. Probably.

How could he not be with his eager and earnest introduction that lasted all of two seconds before the real him came out when we argued? And instead of being the all-around ‘nice guy’ he pretended to be, he was a condescending know-it with a thing for control when it came to his interviews.

But that didn’t stop Glimmer from announcing before practice in front of everyone that she’d definitely ‘do’ him if need be to salvage the archery team’s publicity.

“I appreciate the dedication to the team honey, but let’s not bring out the big guns just yet. I have a feeling Everdeen can still salvage this if she manages to pull that stick she’s got that’s the size of Montana out of her rear end. And just answer some damn questions.” Haymitch lets Glimmer down in a half-satirical, half-appreciative tone. She pouts like a twelve-year-old.

“Whatever, I was just saying. You know, because he's mega-hot.” Glimmer replies with a shrug. I stifle my immediate distaste at the off-hand comment. I mean, I know this is college and hookups are the norm, and of course, Glimmer can do whatever she wants with her body, but wow. The girl works almost at the speed of light, is all I’m saying.

“If worse comes to worse, I’ll just throw Finnick at him,” Haymitch replies sarcastically.

Finnick is the first one to laugh at this, while I roll my eyes. Coach Abernathy doesn’t even know the meaning of tact.

“Oh, I don’t know Coach. He’s good-looking, but the redhead he was with was stunning.” Finnick’s praise of the camera girl surprises me. It's so...G-rated. And so unlike him. Usually, he’s the first to come up with sexual innuendos and double entendres when he meets a pretty girl. But this time he simply called her stunning. How strange.

“And besides, I think our resident Girl on Fire had a really strong hate-fuck vibe going on with Peeta. And I would never cock-block a dear friend.” Finnick needles me with a laugh and I fight the urge to shoot him in the foot with my bow. After I gasp indignantly, of course. Gale scowls and mutters something angrily under his breath. I just hope no one took Finnick seriously. But several people were looking at me curiously.

“That’s complete and utter bullshit Finnick! You should probably get your eyes examined. I can’t even stand the guy!” I spit out the words irately. Finnick just grins slyly back at me in response.

“Whatever, I just call them like I see them. And blondie got you more worked up than any guy I’ve seen you with all year.” Finnick’s sea-green eyes glint playfully at me in the late fall sun and I grit my teeth to keep from chewing him out because something about what he said gave me pause.

Finnick usually hangs out with Gale a lot, and Gale was pretty much the only other friend I had at this school besides my quiet roommate Madge. So I did spend an inordinate amount of my social time around Finnick, plus archery practice. If only because we had common friends and hobbies. And he may have witnessed me turning down a few guys who asked me out, and some casual flirting with guys who I shared classes with when we all ate together in the student cafeteria. Ok, sure I wasn't usually that welcoming to men’s advances. But to say Peeta had gotten me worked up? As in, a sexual way, was just ludicrous.

And yeah ok, Peeta was attractive, in that popular boy band, mass appeal, widely marketable way, with blond hair, blue eyes, a dimple when he smiled. It was like a teenybopper’s wet dream. But it sure wasn’t my wet dream. Because he was a nosey pencil-pushing pain in the ass.

Even if he was fit and toned. (How that was possible was a mystery to me, the guy worked a desk job for crying out loud). It was obvious in the way his jeans clung to his thick muscular thighs and firm rounded backside that he worked out. In the stifling heat yesterday he had quickly almost sweated through his shit. And not in an unappealing way. More like someone had staged a rugged outdoor photoshoot and specifically planned the way his shirt clung to his muscled torso...molding itself onto his defined abs and stomach...stretched tight across his wide shoulders and chest...

And ok...maybe for a minute while we were yelling at each other I’d considered licking the sweat off the hollow of his collarbone and trailing my tongue down his body so I could feel and taste every delicious dip and groove. But it was only for a moment. And it was only because I hadn’t had sex in...how long had it been again? God, Gale and I had broken up over a year ago. I just hoped my vagina hadn’t acquired cobwebs from lack of regular use by now. I’d just been so busy with a new school, and then the archery team. I was on a scholarship so my grades came first and I studied religiously. I hadn’t had time for dating or sex. But last night for the first time in a long time I had pulled out my vibrator from the bottom of my nightstand and gotten myself off, twice, before bed. Luckily Madge had stayed late with Gale in the library to study for a mutual class they had and I’d had the room to myself.

But the masturbating hadn’t been specifically because of anyone. And certainly not Peeta. More specifically, it was because I hadn’t gotten laid in forever. This was due to the fact I hadn’t found anyone interesting enough or worth the effort to get to the stage where getting laid was possible. So I just needed to scratch an inch at the end of a long and stressful day.

And when I pictured big hands gently kneading my breasts and ass cheeks it wasn’t Peeta’s hands I was picturing. A lot of guys had big hands. And when I’d imagined full soft pink lips kissing all over my body trailing up the insides of my thighs and finally stopping between my legs to kiss and suck and nibble at me until I was a quivering frantic sopping mess, it wasn’t Peeta’s infuriating mouth I had pictured.

They were all abstract images. Random things I found attractive and used at the moment to get me off.

Except...maybe the second time I had pictured sparking blue eyes full of intense heat staring up at me underneath an adorable mop of ash blond waves right before I exploded in a fit of orgasmic bliss of gargantuan proportions.

Shit.

Finnick was right.

I wanted to hate-fuck the goddamn reporter.

That was just great freaking news. I could hear the announcement now.

“This just in! New archery team 3D collegiate national qualifier Katniss Everdeen is too horny to function. She’s lusting after obnoxious blond acquaintances and starting arguments for no reason!”

It was pathetic. And I needed to do something about it. But what?

Well...I could handle this revelation in two ways. I could repress my desires, stuff them deep down so they would never see the light of day again. Or….I could do the opposite. I could screw him and get him out of my system. The 3D collegiate archery competition was coming up in two weeks. And I needed to get my head back in the game. Needed to focus. I was kind of a mess in my classes this morning. And my shots had been off since yesterday and I thought it might have been because of Haymitch nagging me to play nice. But maybe it was more than that. Maybe I just seriously need to let off some steam. But could I bring myself to hit on the guy who almost drove me nuts within five minutes of meeting him?

I didn’t know if my ego could handle it. I mean he had said some pretty nasty things about me, including calling me an asshat in front of the whole team. Not that asshat was the be-all end of all of the insults. It was a pretty weak comeback. But still, it was the principle of the thing. Could one bed someone as obnoxious as Peeta Mellark and live with the shame afterward? Probably not. At least for me, I didn’t think so.

Unless he apologized. Maybe. But what were the chances of that? A know-it-all like him admitting he messed up? Yeah, right. I guess repression was the way I was going to have to go.

And yet when he showed up 15 minutes into practice, wearing an obscenely low-side-cut olive green tank with some grey athletic shorts that hugged his ample backside, every single fantasy I had tried to shove down from last night came surging up. Made all the more intense and worse because even at this distance I could see something I had never expected from the wholesome pretty boy I thought I met yesterday.

He had tattoos. And not just one douchey-looking tribal band around his bicep that a lot of college guys had that screamed ‘fuckboy’ loudly and obnoxiously. No. Peeta Mellark had a nice collection of several decent-sized motifs all along his upper arms. They had been hidden yesterday by his casual striped button-down with the white undershirt. He has even nicer arms than I originally thought. Thick muscular arms, that catch me off guard by how much I squirm at the sight of them. And to top it off they were accentuated by the impressive collection of ink.

Then he had to go and turn to the side just enough that I caught a glimpse of his exquisitely sculpted obliques, latissimus dorsi, and serratus anterior muscles. Over which was tattooed a block of flowing script that I couldn’t follow because his tank obscured the rest of the view but undoubtedly it had to continue over his ribcage.

Not fair. It was not fair for him to be this attractive. As if she read my thoughts, Glimmer speaks up right then.

“Well, dick me dead and bury me pregnant. And here I thought he couldn’t get any yummier.” Glimmer murmured lowly so that only the team could hear. Amused laughter and Gale’s annoyed huff could be heard despite the steady thunk of arrows hitting the targets. The team is used to these kinds of comments from Glimmer. And most find it charming if not predictable. But today I find it annoying as hell.

“God, Glim, could you get any thirstier?” I muttered in aggravation and she smiled over at me indulgently.

“If you wouldn’t jump on that deliciousness and ride it six ways to Sunday you’re even more uptight than I thought Katniss.” She hissed and I immediately shut my mouth. There was no point in furthering the conversation. As much as I wanted to argue with Glimmer about how I didn’t want to ascend Peeta's throne, I worried I wouldn’t sound convincing enough. Especially while he looked like hot sex on a stick.

“Hi, there!” He says with a friendly wave aimed at all of us while he sets down the equipment bag he had with him yesterday and begins unzipping it. I don’t even bother attempting to wave back.

The red-headed girl was with him again. The one Finnick had called stunning. And looking at her today, in her cute cut-off jeans shorts and a breezy peasant top with the camera hanging low beneath her sternum I could see why. She looked younger and freer in her casual clothes, much like Peeta. Her red hair lit up like strands of fire in the (thankfully more muted and less heated than yesterday’s) afternoon light, and her green eyes were spectacular. Like shards of polished jade that stood out even though she stopped by the water cooler table some yards away.

I turn to see Finnick entranced, eyes following her every move. His mouth even hangs a little open.

“Close your mouth Finnick, or you’ll wind up swallowing a bug.” I tease him right back for the comment he made earlier about me and Peeta.

Finnick snaps his mouth shut and blushes. Like actually gets pink-cheeked and bashful looking for a second. I snort through my nose like an uncultured swine and he shoots me the evil eye.

“Don’t be a dick Katniss.” He hisses at me.

“I’m pretty sure that’s physically impossible, Fin. But I’ll let you off easy this time if you promise to keep your wildly unfounded theories about who I want to take to bed to yourself.”

“Deal.” He says quickly. We both nod at each other and I watch in abstract fascination as Peeta lifts a bright blue box out of the equipment bag gently and places it next to the water cooler on the table. It looks oddly like a large cardboard donut box, with a shiny reflective plastic window on top.

Had he brought some kind of food for everyone? Or maybe for him and his partner while they worked?

He spoke with Coach Abernathy for a minute. They seemed to be discussing the box, and although Haymitch looked like he grumbled and scowled at the reporter, in the end, he nodded and looked out toward the team members on the field

“Alright, listen up. Everyone take a 5-minute break and grab some refreshments if you want, courtesy of the University’s journalism representatives. As a gesture of goodwill and cooperation… What’d the hell you call it again boy?” Haymitch breaks off and looks at Peeta for a second, Peeta says something behind his hands I don’t catch, “Respect for the spirit of cooperation. To cut the shit, take a goddamn break and load up on carbs kids.” Haymitch finally just spits the words out impatiently and walks off, grabbing a muffin from the box before he leaves in the direction of his car. Probably to find a half-open bottle of liquor to wash the muffin down with. His liver must be cringing in fear.

What follows next is a loud and almost desperate migration towards the newly dubbed ‘refreshments’ table, by everyone but me.

I don’t feel like selling my soul for the price of some mediocre coffee shop baked goods that are probably stale having been left out all day. So, I return my focus to the target and keep shooting. Albeit my shots are slightly off-center, I tell myself that’s just because I’ve got to work harder and focus more.

It's not until I hear his arrestingly soothing voice from behind me that I snap out of my angry determined reverie.

“Why didn’t you grab any of the snacks? Got some kind of gluten allergy?” His blue eyes assess me lightly.

“No,” I say, uncooperatively as he comes to stand a few feet away from me, on my right side.

“Ok, no allergy. Maybe some weird trendy diet where you have to cut out bread?” Peeta asks.

I scoff. “No.” In a mildly offended tone.

“Oh, good, because dieting would be a bad idea for you.” He says, blurts out even, like he wasn’t thinking. And then his face freezes in anxiety.

I flush in anger. I know I’m not as big-chested as Glimmer, or as round-hipped as a lot of other girls on campus but I wasn’t anorexic or anything. If he was telling me I needed to eat more because I was too skinny then he was an even bigger douche canoe than I originally thought.

He seems to pick up on the anger in my eyes and backpedals quickly, his hands palm out in surrender.

“I didn’t mean you don’t need to--wow. And here I thought today would be so much easier with a peace offering and ample time for both of our tempers to cool down.”

“Well, you’ve managed to kick things off to a great start. So kudos to you.” I snap. He sighs, and runs a hand absentmindedly through his hair, musing up the soft waves.

“Look, I’m sorry for losing my temper yesterday and cursing at you. I’m also sorry for patronizing you. It was wrong. And I’d like to start on a better foot before we try the interview thing again. But, well, I keep putting said foot in my mouth so…” He trails off in embarrassment. And his pink cheeks look so….humiliated and adorable like a kindergartener getting sent to time out. It's like kryptonite and I feel my indignation slipping. I make a joke instead of starting another argument.

“Now you barely have one leg to stand on.” I quip without looking at him and pull back my bowstring.

“Something like that.” He says, and his voice is closer. I fight the urge to look over at him to determine exactly how close. I can feel his eyes on me, but not in a leering or critical way. It was almost like he was studying the mechanics of it, my shooting, anticipating the shot as much as I am making it. It should have felt nerve-wracking. But with my bow in my hands and him having gone peacefully silent, it didn’t feel nerve-wracking at all. I breathe in and out deeply before letting go.

This time my arrow flies straight into the target, dead center. The corner of my mouth kicks up slightly.

“Damn, that’s impressive.” He mutters under his breath and I let out a shaky exhale. It was probably the best shot I’d made all day. And I’d done it with him nearly two feet away from my side. Strange.

“Hopefully impressive enough to place at the 3D competition,” I tell him as I lower my bow and turn towards him fully. He was extremely attractive looking from across the field, but he’s magnificent up close. My eyes run over his sunlit golden waves, strong sturdy shoulders, down his thick and pleasingly decorated arms. Before I have a chance to examine him further he asks me another question.

“Are you looking forward to going?” He asks and my eyes snap back to his face. I wonder if he caught my casual perusal of his goods. I don’t want to keep talking about myself, but Haymitch did say to play nice. So….

“Sure. I’ve never been to a national archery competition before. Actually, before this year, I hadn't ever competed officially. So, it's kind of exciting making the team and getting to go to nationals right away.” I responded honestly.

Peeta nods at me, his blue eyes clear and bright and behind them, I can see a sharp intelligence that is mentally cataloging every word I divulge. It's like an inner world hidden behind the boyish smile and easy-going mannerisms that are so disarming.

He’s good at this, I realize. Offhand compliments and getting people to talk about themselves, asking seemingly unimportant questions that lend themselves deeper explanations. Now he’ll probably probe deeper into my background. Find out why I started university so late, and why I’ve never competed before. All the sordid little details of my depressing life. I brace for the inevitable.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to try some of the pastries I made?” He asks again, catching me off guard. I fumble with my bow a bit.

“Made?” I say in shock. I wasn’t expecting the question, or to find out he cooked something for the team. He smiles that sweet but just the perfect hint of a shy smile of his and I have to bite my lip to keep from returning it.

“Yeah, um, I grew up in a bakery all my life. I still bake sometimes as a hobby.” Peeta tells me and I blink at him in surprise. I did not expect that. He was catching me all sort of off guard right now.

“Really?” I ask stupidly, still incredulous. What college guy liked to bake in his spare time? Was he for real? But judging by the look on his open and guileless face I could tell he was being honest.

“Yeah. I enjoy it. It's a stress reliever, allows me to take my mind off things you know?” He says as he stretches his back lightly and rocks heel to toe. I catch another glimpse of the rib cage tattoo and I feel my curiosity sparking. I wonder if it would be strange to ask him about his tattoos. Probably. I mean I supposedly can’t stand him.

“Archery is my stress reliever,” I answer him shortly, to distract myself from ogling him.

“Oh, I can tell. It's like your whole being quiets down when you shoot. Like everything else in the world is just white noise and the only important things are you and whatever you’ve got your eye on.” He says as he looks back at the target and then back at me. His gaze is weighted, but not uncomfortably so. Just heavy with the feeling of an unexpected truth that settles in the air.

I flush involuntarily at his words. It kind of did feel like that whenever I shot. But how did he know? How could he? We’d met one time, and hadn’t spoken long enough to get much further than introductions before the argument started. Was he simply that observant?

“It's just something in the way you hold yourself and concentrate.” He tells me, answering the question that must be in my eyes, nonchalantly, as if he’s just described me walking to my car instead of the unexplainable and undefinable feeling that connected me to my beloved sport.

“You certainly have a way with words,” I tell him dryly. And he chuckles, a deep amused sound that has me trying not to stare at the way his eyes crinkle and his abdomen tightens attractively underneath his thin shirt.

“I’m even better with baked goods. Come on, accept a carb-laden olive branch from me?” He asks and there’s a little something in his voice, and his offer that feels slightly like flirting. But that can’t be right.

“Alright, but only because it's kind of sexist of you to think a woman won’t eat bread because she’s watching her figure. Or has some kind of allergy.” I tell him with a scowl.

He groans, but it's the exaggerated, joking kind of groan.

“I’m sorry about that too.” He pleads and beckons me after him with an outstretched hand and curling of his thick strong-looking fingers. I mentally chide myself to stop looking at his fingers.

“Well, if your pastries are as good as you claim, I might let you interview me without the threat of bodily harm.” I tease and he visibly brightens.

“Alright, then you have to try the cheese buns. They are the best thing I make and they’re my recipe too.” He suggests as I fall into step behind him.

“A cheese bun? What’s that?” I ask, intrigued. Anything combining bread and cheese catches my interest.

“Come on, I’ll show you.” He offers. We make our way to the snack table and I catch sight of Finnick nervously trying to chat up the shy-looking red head.

“Peeta man, this stuff is amazing!” Finnick calls out enthusiastically when we make our way over.

“Thanks, man,” Peeta says happily. He practically trots over to the box and starts searching.

“Shit!” He exclaims in frustration a second later. My head snaps to him, leaving whatever question Gale was asking me unanswered.

“What? We left stuff for you and Kat,” Finnick says, coming over and looking in the box. And from where I stand I can see there are a couple of muffins and cinnamon rolls but I don’t see anything else.

“All the cheese buns finished,” Peeta says in an extremely dejected voice.

“Oh,” I say, surprised to hear the disappointment in my voice.

My teammates look a little sheepish, probably at having eaten the best of the baked goods. But our team is made up of mostly robust young guys, who are always hungry, Peeta’s lucky nothing was even left at all.

“It's fine,” I tell him and try to brush it off.

“No, it's not. This was the white flag. The peace offering! I should have set one aside.” Peeta chastises himself and I shake my head.

“You want something else Katniss? There’s still muffins and they’re hella good.” Thresh offers and I politely decline. I tell them I’m more of a savory than a sweet eater. Peeta looks kind of devastated. I feel bad about it.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just get started with the interview.” I tell him and he looks over at me, seemingly to gauge my sincerity.

“Alright, I’ll just owe you one.” He replies.

I shake my head again.

“No,” I reply and his countenance falls. I feel bad but I don’t want there to be any sort of debt between us. I hate owing people and I hate it when people feel like they owe me too. Then I get an idea.

“How about this, you ask a question and I ask one back? Would that be fair?” I offer and he looks up at me suddenly. He nods.

“Yeah, that could work.” He agrees and his perfect pink mouth sketches into a tentative smile. I nod back.

“Ok, so where do you want to do this?” I ask and when something like interest sparks across his gaze I fight the urge to blush. Parapraxis is bitch sometimes.

He looks over at Annie and she marches to his side.

“Can you get some candid shots of the whole team, like wide angle lens with silhouettes and a few close-ups on profiles and faces? But stay in the background this time? I don’t want it to feel posed” He tells her, and the photography jargon is hard to follow. I have no idea what a wide-angle lens is for, but it seems Peeta is not only good with words and pastries, but he also knows quite a bit about photography. Annie murmurs a quiet yes and sets off towards the 20-yard targets where some of the others have already started shooting again.

But unluckily not everyone has scattered yet.

“I’m ready for my close up Mr. Reporter,” Glimmer throws out in a flirty voice and even winks at Peeta.

“Oh, that’s great Glimmer, but I’m gonna try to catch up on Katniss’ interview today since we didn’t get much usable info yesterday.” He tells her gently. I bite my lip and turn away. Of course, the two best-looking blonds would find a way to flirt with each other. She looks especially cute in her yoga tights and crop top. People could say whatever they wanted about her intelligence but Glimmer was still beautiful.

“You poor thing,” She coos and tries to place a conciliatory pat on Peeta’s shoulder but he turns at the last second and faces her so her hand ends up patting empty air.

“I love my job. And I’ve learned over the years that usually the more difficult the subject the more amazing the collaboration turns out.” He says firmly. She looks taken aback.

“Collaboration? I thought you were the reporter. Aren’t I just here to answer your questions?” I ask him in a concerned voice. Momentarily forgetting to reveal too much in the shocked look of disappointment on Glimmer’s face.

“Nope, in fact, you have the biggest part to play in this article. You’re a newcomer to the sport and the university, you’re talented, and you're unbiased. So you can give an extraordinary window into the dynamics of collegiate archery and life at Panem U. If I let you tell your story correctly, this thing is going to be a smash, for the university and the archery department.” Peeta says confidently and begins to walk back to my spot at the 40-yard targets. I follow him silently.

I suddenly feel nervous as I take in his words. Is that true? Is that what everyone is expecting of me? I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of pressure.

When I get back to the targets Peeta seems to sense this, maybe because of the terrified look I’ve probably got written all over my face.

“Hey, hey, sorry. That must have sounded like I expected you to do all the work in this interview. But really, you won’t. The burden’s on me to ask the right questions. All you have to do is answer honestly. I’ll be doing the majority of the heavy lifting ok?”

I swallow past the lump in my throat and will myself to calm down.

“How about this, you take a couple of shots to relieve the stress I unfairly and idiotically put on you, and then you ask me a question to start.” Peeta offers gently and I find myself nodding.

“Don’t you need a pen and paper or something to take notes with?” I ask.

“No, I’ve got a pretty good memory. But if it makes you feel more comfortable I can use an audio recorder so you won’t be misquoted.” He jokes.

“Um, no, that’s fine. Unless you need it, then go ahead.” I tell him quietly.

“Alright, well let’s just see how far we get. If I start having trouble remembering I’ll use the recorder. You go ahead and set up your shot. And ask me your first question when you start feeling comfortable.” Peeta tells me.

So I do. I shoot for a bit and then start by asking him how he got assigned this story. He tells me a little bit about being on the journalism team for the university newspaper and makes me laugh when he talks about how he begged his boss for a more exciting assignment after he got stuck with golf last time.

“Little did I know I’d be meeting you the next day.” He jokes and I laugh, unable to stop myself.

“Be careful what you ask for I guess,” I tell him as I sink another arrow into the target.

“Oh, I’m glad I asked for this assignment. It's probably the most intriguing subject matter I’ve studied all year.” He tells me with a sly smile, looking right at me when he says it.

My eyes flit back to the target and I pretend to study it for a bit. I still am having a hard time reconciling the fact that he’s flirting with me. But I’m getting that vibe. At least, I think he is. He’s been sweet and disarming and courteous all afternoon.

That alone is shocking, after the extremely rough start we had. But maybe pretty boy Peeta isn’t so easily deterred by surly dispositions or bad first impressions. He seemed to handle Haymitch pretty well at the start of practice. Even got him to deliver that funny little speech. Maybe he’s good with difficult people. What’s even more startling is that I hope he is. Good with difficult people and also that he is interested. In me.

Because the longer we talk, the more interested I become. And I want to find out what the heck his tattoo says. I look back at him and find him openly admiring my stance, the way I pull back my bow. I may not have the bust size of some other girls, but I’m pretty fit. I’m particularly proud of my toned arms and legs, not to mention my shoulders which stayed in good shape because of archery. Also, Gale had once told me after we broke up that he missed my ass because no other girl he’s met had one like mine. I’d threatened to break his nose if he ever said that in public but privately I’d been pleased. Maybe Peeta was an admirer of derrieres as well.

Only one way to find out.

I shoot my last arrow and it sinks just right of center. But of course, there are so many arrows clustered together in the center there hadn’t been any more room for my last one. I had been aiming for the spot to the right anyway.

“Let me just go and retrieve my arrows,” I tell Peeta sweetly and he looks a little surprised.

“Need some help?” Peeta offers immediately.

“No, you just stay right there,” I told him. You’ll have a better view if you do. I think to myself. He obliged me and just looked on as I walked off.

I jog over to the target and begin pulling out arrows one by one and placing them back into my quiver. I’m so nervous my palms are sweating. By the last arrow, I don’t even have to pretend to drop it by accident. I feel my heartbeat racing a little. I’ve never been this bold or suggestive with a guy. But if I want to get Peeta out of my system so I can go back to concentrating on my studies and the competition coming up, then I can’t wait for him to make the first move. Peeta seems like the type to want to date and woo a girl. And I’m not interested in a relationship. I need to work out this sexual tension I’ve got with someone who I can see myself getting off quickly with during sex. And Peeta checks a lot of my boxes. All of them if I’m being honest with myself. I turn for a second to see if he’s looking and thankfully he is. He’s staring right at me.

So, I just go ahead and go for it.

I bend over to retrieve the fallen arrow, slowly. I’m wearing tiny black athletic shorts that are loose enough at the bottom to not be distracting when I’m standing. But when I bend down, especially at the right angle….

I grab the arrow and stand back up after what I surmise is an appropriate amount of time. I’m still facing away from him. But I know since I didn’t wear any tights underneath my shorts today that I just gave Peeta an eye full of my ass cheeks and he probably knows what color my underwear is now too. (olive green like the tank he’s wearing).

When I look back at him he looks different. Startled for a second. But when he sees the look on my face it's like something clicks. Gone is the friendly smile. The casual charm that usually emanates from him is nowhere to be found as I slowly walk back, my flushed cheeks betraying me. Instead, there is just this quiet anticipation that rolls off him in waves.

Good, I think to myself.

Hopefully, after tonight Peeta Mellark will become a college fling I had once.

But the way he bites those perfect lips of his and crosses his arms over his chest so that his muscles stand out attractively I think that maybe one might be underestimating him. Because Peeta Mellark looks like he wants to devour me twice over.

And judging by the slickness of my underwear I think I might want him to do just that.

(Peeta)

I’m struck speechless by the tantalizing view of Katniss bent over in those little shorts of hers. I can’t talk, I can’t move. I can barely think. It’s like my operating system has crashed and I need a second to try and reboot it.

My efforts seem to be failing spectacularly and what’s worse is that I don't seem to mind their apparent failure.

The only thing that does seem to be working properly is my dick. Which is rapidly growing harder in my shorts the longer my eyes linger on the delicious golden fleshy globes of Katniss’ perfectly sculpted ass that are peeking out of her shorts and lacy-edged green underwear.

The green itself is doing wonders for her complexion, the artist in me notes.

I quickly adjust my hard-on so that my erection is trapped against my stomach and the waistband of my shorts. It’s uncomfortable but it’ll have to do until my cock starts to behave again. I really don’t want to be walking around with a huge tent in front of the entire college archery team.

I refocus on Katniss again, and I get this sudden urge and mental image of me pulling down her shorts and smacking her ass hard, with an open palm just to watch the perky swells retreat from impact and then bounce back.

I’d love to see what her bare ass looks like decorated with the outline of my hand on it.

The thought floats up unbidden from somewhere in the recesses of my mind.

Whoa, where did that thought come from?

Great, now I was having spanking fantasies about her. Which was weird because usually, I wouldn’t consider myself a kinky guy. But damn. Katniss just brought out a whole different side of me and I don't know if that discovery is appreciated or not.

As if it wasn’t bad enough before this. Yesterday I couldn’t get her out of my head and I had jerked off this morning in the shower to the mental image of her flushed face and sweaty cleavage during the argument we had when we met.

Ok, that’s it. I have to do something about this, or I’ll go insane. I have to try to get this girl to go out with me. At least.

From the look she threw my way before she bent over I’d say I have a good shot. She checked to make sure I was looking before she pulled her little stunt.

Suddenly she straightens up and turns back around to face my direction. The look on her face is different. For a moment she seems unsure, but then our gazes lock and even at this distance I can see it in her eyes.

She wants me. Maybe as bad as I want her if that's even possible.

Fuck.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on by a girl I haven’t even seen naked yet.

But there was just something about Katniss that stirred up my blood. From the lusty yet slightly embarrassed look on her face as she walks back towards me, cheeks flushed and gray eyes flashing in the afternoon light I know that she has no idea. The true extent of the effect she has on me. I don’t even think it's purely physical.

But I think I’d give my left leg to get to know her better on a purely physical level to start out with.

Man, that little show she put on. That was all for my benefit. And the way she’s looking at me right now, as she sexily bites her lip is making it very clear what her intentions are.

Well, two can play at this game I think as I cross my arms over my chest and return her gaze, spark for spark.

“We match,” I tell her quietly, tugging on the front of my muscle shirt and letting my eyes drift down to her lower half. Those olive green panties of hers may be covered up right now but I had seen enough to know that my shirt and her underwear were almost the same shade of green.

She blushed even harder and blinked at me for a second before swallowing thickly and nodding.

Shooting her a coy smirk, I run one hand through my hair, making sure to flex my arm as I do. I’m gratified to see her molten silver stare flit over my arms and chest before struggling to settle back on my face.

My smirk deepens.

“Makes you wonder what other things we might be a match in,” I say smoothly, my eyes trained on her face to gauge her reaction.

“Possibly.” She replies quietly, her eyes shifting down to my mouth.

If we were alone I’d probably kiss her right now. But I take a quick look around the field and see that Coach Abernathy has made it back from his liquor break and is watching the two of us intently from some distance away. No doubt waiting to see if Katniss and I blow up at each other a second time.

The bronze-haired guy named Finnick is following Annie around like a lost puppy, but it seems she’s barely acknowledging his attempts at conversation as she moves around the field taking pictures of the other archers.

Everyone else seems to be focused on practicing.

I take a deep breath and look back at Katniss trying to gather my courage.

“I feel really bad you didn’t get to eat any of the food I baked. I mean, by the time practice ends you must be starving, what with a long day of classes you probably have.” I try to segue into my pitch carefully.

Katniss is eying me expectantly and it gives me the confidence to continue.

“Would you wanna grab a bite to eat after this?” I ask, deciding to just go for it.

She looks down and does that thing where she bites her lip and I stare as she worries a little piece of skin in between her teeth.

“Maybe you could take me back to your place and whip up some more of those, what did you call then? Cheesy buns?” She proposes in a slightly suggestive manner as she fiddles with the end of her braid.

I let out the breath I’ve been holding in. It's becoming more and more clear the direction she wants to take this in.

“Yeah, I think that could be arranged,” I say quietly before reaching out and running one finger down the smooth texture of her plaited dark hair and stopping at the end of her braid before giving it a playful tug.

“But first we really should finish the interview. My boss chewed me out something terrible when I came back to the office yesterday empty-handed.” I admit with a chuckle and she has the decency to look embarrassed.

“Sorry if I got you in trouble.”

“No worries. Johanna can be a bit of a hardass but she’s alright. I just promised her I’d get some really interesting stuff today.”

“How could you promise that before you even interviewed me? I mean what if I’m totally boring?”

“Katniss, you may be a lot of things, but boring isn’t one of them. That much I’m sure of.”

She rolls her eyes at me and huffs a little, before taking up her stance again. She pulls out an arrow and notches it on her bow. Then she turns her head slightly to look at me as she raises one eyebrow.

“Well, start asking your questions already.” She instructs and I grin at her.

“Tell me about your aiming process. How do you ensure such accuracy everytime you fire?” I ask.

“When you shoot, you’ve got to keep both eyes on what you want to hit.” Katniss tells me seriously. We’ve been at this for the last 20 minutes. She shoots while I ask her questions. Sometimes she asks me stuff back. Its been working well, and I am pleasantly pleased with the amount of material I’ve collected for the interview so far.

Even though the words we’ve exchanged have been entirely professional ever since she gave me the green light to continue with the interview, the fire hasn’t left her eyes. Nor my blood. I’m just counting down the minutes until I can end the interview and get her all to myself back at my apartment.

“Do you bring this kind of tenacious focus with you to all aspects of your life?” I ask as evenly as I can, I find myself almost out of breath as I watch her lean muscular arms go through the motions of pulling an arrow out of her quiver.

I wanna know what those strong but delicate arms feel like wrapped around me. This leads me to think about her legs wrapped around me too.

Which leads to….distraction.

I shake my head and try to refocus, hoping my wildly mounting attraction for her isn’t as obvious to her as it feels to me.

“When the situation calls for it. I’m good at going after what I want. And I find my mark almost every time.” She tells me with such a straight face I would have believed we were still talking about archery if her smoldering gray eyes weren’t glued to my mouth again.

I lick my lips in a knee-jerk reaction. I see her eyelids lower, fractionally, and she purses her lips just slightly. It's enough to make my heart speed up and my hands clench.

“So does that mean you feel confident about Panem U’s chances at placing in the upcoming D3 National Archery Competition?” I ask, after clearing my throat and bridging up back on topic.

At this, she smiles a bit. It's not a conceited or cocky smile. It's enthusiastic and dare I say, hopeful.

“Yes. We’ve got a great team this year and one of the most knowledgeable coaches in the sport. I think the odds are in our favor this time around.” She says as she looks back over in the direction of her teammates and Haymitch.

I can see the affection she has for them, even if she doesn’t say it out loud. The more I get to know her the more I realize that her tough exterior is most likely hiding a softer side.

Which is a side of Katniss Everdeen I’m just dying to get to know. But I know I have to proceed cautiously. She didn’t seem like the kind to open up right away.

“I think the D13 competition isn’t going to know what hit them this year.” I agree quietly.

Just like me, when we first met, I add, in my head but don't say it out loud.

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Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One

USA 2023

163 Min

Director: Christopher McQuarrie

Cast: Tom Cruise, Simon Pegg, Rebecca Ferguson, Hayley Atwell, Pom Klementieff, Vanessa Kirby, Ving Rhames, Henry Czerny, Esai Morales

Ethan Hunt and his IMF team must track down a dangerous weapon before it falls into the wrong hands.

Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One takes audiences on another adrenaline-fueled adventure in the iconic franchise led by Tom Cruise. As expected, the film is packed with jaw-dropping stunts that push the boundaries of what's physically possible. However, while it delivers on the exhilarating action sequences and maintains the trademark energy of the series, there are some choices that leave the audience somewhat conflicted.

One cannot discuss a Mission: Impossible film without highlighting Tom Cruise's dedication to performing his own stunts. Once again, Cruise's commitment to authenticity shines through in Dead Reckoning Part One. From the Rome car scene chase to the motorcycle jump and the final sequence in the train, the stunts are executed with remarkable precision and intensity. Cruise's determination and fearlessness to take on these risky feats serve as a testament to his status as an action icon.

The film's energy is palpable, pushed by a relentless pace that keeps you on the edge of their seats. The plot unfolds in a traditional globe-trotting fashion (Abu Dhabi, Rome, etc.), taking us to exotic locations with stunning cinematography that adds to the visual spectacle.

However, Dead Reckoning Part One introduces many new characters while simultaneously saying goodbye to some familiar faces. This creative decision may polarize fans of the franchise. On one hand, the injection of fresh personalities (Hayley Atwell as Grace, Esai Morales as Gabriel) adds depth and diversity to the dynamic, giving the audience new characters to invest in. On the other hand, the departure of beloved character (Ilsa Faust played by Rebecca Ferguson) that has been central to the series since Rogue Nation may leave some viewers disappointed.

Despite this minor misstep regarding the characters and a screenplay that needed to be stronger, the film remains a thrilling installment that stays true to the franchise's roots. The heart-stopping stunts, relentless energy, and charismatic performance (not to mention the return of Henry Czerny) ensure that fans of the series will not be disappointed. The film sets the stage for an eagerly anticipated conclusion in Part Two, leaving audiences eager to see how the IMF will manage to succeed against the AI weapon.

Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One is a must-watch for fans of action and thrilling espionage. While the addition of new characters and departure of some familiar ones may not sit well with everyone, the film's intense stunts and relentless energy make for an entertaining experience that captures the essence of the Mission: Impossible franchise.

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The Contribution of Cast Iron Foundries in USA's Manufacturing Economy

The United States of America's cast iron foundries in USA have been considered a very crucial determinant of the country's manufacturing economy. Such facilities act as the building blocks for fabricating strong, high-quality parts for various other industries such as automotive, construction, agriculture, infrastructure development, and manufacturing. The comprehensive package of advanced technology, talented labor, and a heritage of excellence in manufacturing has given the United States of America an edge in the global foundry market.

What Are Cast Iron Foundries?

Cast iron foundries are companies that specialize in the manufacture of cast iron. This versatile product is especially known for its durability, resistance to wear, and cost-effectiveness. Foundries pour molten iron in molds so as to produce components used in many kinds of industries, from engine parts and piping systems to machinery and architectural features.

Types of cast irons produced:

Gray Iron: Gray iron offers good machinability and thermal conductivity, which is why it is the material of choice for casting engine blocks, pipes, and housings.

Ductile Iron: For casting gears, crankshafts and suspension parts, ductile iron is utilized for strength and ductility

White Iron: Very strongly operating industries utilize white iron due to good wear resistance, like in mining.

These differences give cast iron the ability to be versatile for every manufacturing purpose.

Role of Cast Iron Foundries in the US Economy

Cast iron foundries play an important role in the USA's economy, reaching far beyond the final products themselves. Their influence will be felt through multiple layers of the manufacturing economy:

1. Indicating Industrial Growth

Cast iron foundries feed most components to the automobile, machinery, and construction industries. Through the uninterrupted flow of such components, the industrial chains are operated uninterruptedly, hence boosting development in all various sectors.

2. Employment Generation

The cast iron foundry industry directly impacts the employability of the USA. The sector employs higher-skilled labor, middle-tier management, and top management, hence directly affecting local economies and societies.

3. Technological Development

Many of the US foundries have readily embraced current technologies, such as automation and precision casting. The advancement will raise productivity while keeping up the world standards of American manufacturing.

4. Green Activities

Contemporary cast-iron foundries optimize for sustainability by recycling scrap iron and embracing energy-saving processes. Such activities help reduce not only environmental impacts but also well to the increasing demands placed on eco-friendly practices among manufacturing activities.

Challenges and Opportunities for the Cast Iron Foundries in the USA

The US cast iron foundries are quite competitive. Still, some of the challenges they face include global competition, raw material price fluctuations, and regulations. However, they also offer opportunities for innovation:

Green Technology:

Most foundries invest in green technology to meet environmental standards and optimize efficiency.

Expansion of Markets:

With continued investment of the countries in new infrastructure, the quality cast iron component requirement increases. Thus, opportunities increase for American foundries.

Training of Skilled Labor force: Training programs and apprenticeships may help have a predictable supply of skilled labor to meet future requirements.

Industry Players

One such giant in the establishment is Akp Ferrocast. The company, Akp Ferrocast, is all about precision and innovation in the foundry industry. This has given the company a benchmark over quality and sustainability by bringing customer-centric solutions, marking a stamp over its name as a trusted entity in that sector.

Why are USA-Made Cast Iron Products?

Cast iron products manufactured in foundries in the USA are reputed for quality and permanence. Cast iron foundries from the USA, despite high standard requirements, utilize present technologies to manufacture parts that have a long useful life. Thus, choosing products from the USA will support the domestic industry, develop innovations, and adhere to regulations for environmental and safety protection.

The Future of Cast Iron Foundries in the USA

It is envisioned that the U.S.-based cast iron foundries will see an opportunity to make adjustments and expansion as changes in the manufacturing landscape take place. The infusion of smart technologies through IoT and analytics will make the processes for output both more efficient and better in quality.

Takeaways:

Cast iron foundries are crucial components of the USA's manufacturing economy.

They support a wide variety of industries, drive innovation and create jobs.

Blobs of global competition are well digested as technological progress while expanding market openness.

Companies like AKP Ferrocast are examples of the industry's ability to lead on issues of quality and sustainability.

Conclusion

Cast iron foundries in the USA continue to be one of the cornerstones of industrial success as far as the nation is concerned. Economic growth, technological advancement, and sustainability place them as indispensable players in the global manufacturing sector.

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We are back to our puck drop and intermission thoughts and I will try to finish the chapter today or tomorrow because I Need to scream at you for ch3 like how dare you.

You know what both nico and jack are embarrassing because what do you mean nico came to him in the media pen and tapped jack and just stared at him not saying anything??? Embarrassing get your shit together, ah my arch nemesis jase I fucking hate her-she is a she right? I want to get the pronouns so I can get to hate right- but my god is she annoying, @rbrhischh lex is so real for this. they’re gonna win the championship Together like in the hunger games make it happen I dare you; as much as I love nico but I would be so fucking depressed if jack didnt win, honestly jack breaks my heart a bit with the way he thinks because of how true his thoughts are; they don’t feel exaggerated as a way to make tge readers sympathise with him but it make human, how he is his biggest critic and would say what he thinks people would say about him because surely if he beats them to it it would hurt less? It doesn’t, and how he feels the pressure because he if he would he would be the first one to do so in a lot of ways, he has a whole legacy to carry and it isnt even enough that he is a Ferrari drives but he is also an American and would always feel like an outcast to everyone around him even if they were supposed to be his team, he doesn’t even know where home is he feels he is just a visitor that is biding his time; and no one else feels what he is feeling so that cast a dark shadow over the people who ARE trying to get to know jack but unfortunately he spent years being told that it’s a matter of time before he turn his back against the sport that he has given his entire life to get to so he feels everyone who will try to get close to him especially if they were involved in f1 is getting close to him to make him confess something that “incriminate” him, would you ever write a scene about the people around jack? His race engineer and trainer for example because those two get the most of jack on race week so it would be fun to see their opinion on jack.

Oh god please I hate the political war in Ferrari I have enough of it irl I dont need it here, like genuinely hiw hard is it to be able to race? Be clean and there isnt going to be those moments where you are fighting each other rather than both improving positions, also I like how ryan says sainz not carlos my hero, SOMETHING’S GOING ON OVER AT FERRARI.Something is always going on in Ferrari didnt you know?, my god the race scenes always get me too invested and forgetting that I was actually commentating not just rereading; but yeah jack feeling like he needs to pass perez as way to prove to everyone and maybe himself too that he isnt leading the championship by luck but it’s because he was the better driver in all of the races, The self-effacing part of Jack wonders how long that clean streak will last. This easter egg is the worst I hate you, A GEORGE WINNN!! I mean honestly dont give a fuck about hum but I will imagine the interviews would be like when he got his first points in williams and the crying, omg nico is fucking embarrassing in the cool down room my god like why would even say this??? YOU SEEM STRESSED. Boy is so in love he knows when his lover boy is stressed.

“I’m not answering that,” Jack interrupts sassy jack was here for one second but immediately disappeared and stressed about how people would perceive him but he was there, 2025 DRIVER STANDINGS

POS | DRIVER | NATIONALITY | CAR | PTS

1 | JACK HUGHES | USA | FERRARI | 58 seeing the word Ferrari in first place actually made me tear up, if you make Ferrari win I will unanon myself, nico LOVES sassy jack but jack is stupid who doesnt realise the power he holds over nico, “It’s unnecessary to be friends with your teammate,” HE GETS ME!! Like I dont need you to be hating on each other but I also dont want you to be like besties because you are still against each other even if you are teammates, Is this a game, too? Jack unreliable narrater strikes again with thinking the worst of everyone.

The article about jack genuinely breaks my heart like the people of the sport telling him that you dont belong here simply because you were born outside of Europe, but if he were to ditch f1 and go to indy or NASCAR there would be articles about how those two are home for failed f1 drivers so the reality is he doesn’t belong anywhere, America he left too young and doesn’t consider it a home for himself but rather a the place he was born, Italy is Ferrari’s home and even if it should feel like home to him there are people saying he doesnt belong there because he is American, and Monaco where he lives he is a way half of the year that it feels like an unfamiliar house to him, can we stfu abt whatever ferrari has going on and talk about george’s win I have genuine tears because this is what also happened in Las Vegas you have predicted the future 😭😭😭,

HELLO!!!!!!! i know i took a minute to answer these last two asks which is my bad. i always read them as soon as i get the notif that you left them then i don't answer for a minute but i do srsly appreciate them all i read them many times. thank you anon

uhhh because nico is a crazy person. have i already posted. no i totally haven't that's from imola LMAO there are some tweets where someone asks "is this fanfiction" but it's a nico quote. there is rpf in my rpf. rpfception

and yes jase is a she. she sucks and i hate her. Everybody hates her. you are supposed to hate her -- unless for some reason you are reading my jack-centric nicojack fanfiction and rooting for carlos sainz -- but yeah i kind of made her like cartoonishly annoying. she is sat in her fictional room praying on jack's fictional downfall as we speak lmao fuck that bitch. and i thought the hunger games tweet was silly wouldn't that be the best of both worlds. they both win and they are in loveeeee jk not spoiling the ending

jack needs like. years of therapy probably. he is Always criticizing himself and AGAIN I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT IS POSTED OR NOT quinn is always on his ass about it because he sees himself in jack and he's like. please do not become me. but jack is mostly eye-rolling at quinn being on his ass even if it comes from a good place. jack is egocentric (thanks nico. that conversation is posted right) and thinks no one understands precisely how he feels Ever and he is kind of a dick about it sometimes. to his brother a lot lmao bc neither of them "know how f1 feels." so like. he does have people who care about him, and it's not like he thinks nobody cares about him at all, but sometimes he ends up creating distance between himself and his support system because he's convinced they don't understand. what am i even talking about.

and actually i am projecting onto jack somewhat, like with the whole pointing out his own flaws first thing. like yeah i know it doesn't really work, but i'm always like "well maybe if they know i'm aware of my flaws then they'll be less upset by them" which isn't always true. it can help to be self-aware but it doesn't solve everything. saying that you fucked up before anyone else does doesn't mean you didn't fuck up, and it also doesn't mean that no one else is going to point it out, anyways. ANYWAYS

OH MY GOD I ALWAYS FORGET. TO WRITE JACK'S FUCKING TRAINIER INTO ANYTHING. i don't know if bro has even had SPEAKING lines because i just FUCKING FORGET ABOUT HIM. sorry. yeah i definitely will do more with him lmao -- and mayhaps i will establish this properly but in my brainnn jack is one of the drivers who isn't really attached to his trainer personally. like i know some of them are really close with their trainers and will have the same one no matter what team they drive for, and some of them just have Guy Hired By The Team and aren't overly close with them personally, like that is just the guy who makes sure i am in shape. i need to. remember that guy exists for real. oops

ferrari does nawt trust their drivers... and they are both So over it. like at the very least jack and carlos are on the same page, so it's not like one of them will let the other guy pass then he doesn't return the favor when their positions are swapped. they are just both like NO!!! so the team kind of gives up for a minute in miami and Well. we all saw how that went. lmao

i also don't really care about george so i don't know why i let him rack up so many points. i am currently in the process of nerfing him. make friends with the wall, george. and on your end point i swear george is the king of having his wins overshadowed LMAO like there is Always something else going on. so of course i had to include the nonsense. also he totally cried. he cries all the time. jack thinks it's ridiculous

doing those driver standings (like the math on the points) made me want to explode so of course i just did it again post-imola. and i wanted to explode. i brought out a pen and paper and started writing shit down it made my brain hurt

jack struggles soooo much with where he belongs. he doesn't feel at home in monaco, he just lives there, he left america too young to really feel at home there, italy is too work-brained for him to feel at home there, either, so like. what's even left. he's spent so much of his life by this point running around to different countries and never really settling down, and even though he obviously does have a place he lives he's not there very often, so it never really becomes home, but at least it's better than all the hotel rooms he's bouncing between. so when he misses home in the way that you miss sleeping in your own bed after being away for a while, he misses monaco, but monaco isn't really where his heart is. and where is his heart like god who knows that's the root of the problem. god i love writing him. he is so nonsense

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While a growing body of research studies backs the effectiveness of CBD in numerous therapeutic functions, it is important to note that the person’s action can vary. Variables such as metabolic rate, the seriousness of ailments, and way of life options can affect results. Several users recommend combining CBD with healthy ways of living selections, such as a well-balanced diet regimen and regular workout, to maximize the benefits. This alternative strategy can assist enhance general wellness and improve the effectiveness of the gummies.

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What are the ingredients in Green Street Origins CBD Gummies?

· Hemp Seed Oil

Hemp seed oil is a key active ingredient in Green Street Origins CBD Gummies. Removed from the hemp plant seeds, this oil is renowned for its nutritional benefits. Unlike CBD oil, which stems from the leaves and blossoms of the plant and contains a greater focus on CBD, hemp seed oil is abundant in necessary fats, vitamins, and minerals. These components add to general health and wellness and wellness.

Hemp seed oil is especially high in omega-3 and omega-6 fats, which are critical in brain health, cardio performance, and inflammatory reactions. These fats are necessary for ideal health and wellness as they sustain various physical features, consisting of hormone production, cell membrane layer honesty, and metabolic process policy. Furthermore, hemp seed oil includes anti-oxidants and anti-inflammatory residential properties that may help reduce skin disease and advertise a healthy and balanced complexion.

Furthermore, the unification of hemp seed oil in these gummies enhances the bioavailability of CBD. Healthy and balanced fats assist improve the absorption of cannabinoids in the body, ensuring that individuals can take advantage of the complete range of impacts. Like CBD, hemp seed oil is likewise non-psychoactive and does not generate any type of intoxicating effects, making it a safe component for day-to-day usage. This combination of dietary benefits and enhanced absorption makes hemp seed oil a valuable addition to the solution of Green Street Origins CBD Gummies.

Other Ingredients

The various other ingredients in Green Street Origins CBD Gummies play substantial roles in their solution, contributing not just to the appearance and taste but also to the total healthfulness of the product.

· Walking Cane Sugar: Walking cane sugar is made used as a sweetener, offering the gummies a pleasant taste that covers up the natural flavor of hemp. While it is a source of calories, walking cane sugar can be enjoyed in small amounts. It is important to keep in mind that the sweet taste boosts the overall individual experience, making it simpler to eat daily.

· Corn Syrup: Corn syrup is another sweetening representative that aids in providing the gummies with a crunchy texture. It functions synergistically with walking cane sugar, offering a balanced sweetness interests several consumers. While corn syrup has actually been slammed for its effects when consumed in big quantities, it is used in small amounts in these gummies, guaranteeing an enjoyable taste without overwhelming the wellness advantages.

· Apple Pectin: Apple pectin serves as an all-natural gelling representative, aiding produce the gummy appearance consumers love. Derived from apples, pectin is a soluble fiber with different health and wellness advantages. It can assist food digestion and aid manage blood sugar levels degrees, making it a useful enhancement to the item. Additionally, its all-natural resource aligns with the motif of using wholesome, plant-based ingredients.

· Citric Acid: Citric acid is included for taste enhancement and preservation. It supplies a tangy note that matches the gummies’ all-natural sweet taste, making them a lot more enjoyable. Beyond its preference payments, citric acid functions as a preservative, assisting to prevent wasting and prolong the item’s life span. Its presence makes sure that consumers always enjoy a fresh and flavorful gummy.

· Salt Citrate: Sodium citrate works as a buffering representative, helping to preserve the gummies’ level of acidity and contributing to their total security. It can also boost the taste account, making sure a balanced taste experience. In addition, sodium citrate is identified for its capability to support hydration, making it a smart addition to the gummy solution.

With each other, these ingredients create a savory, chewy reward that provides the advantages of CBD while guaranteeing an enjoyable user experience. The mindful option of ingredients highlights the commitment of Eco-friendly Street Origins to offer a high-quality product without compromising on taste or health and wellness.

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Advantages of Green Street Origins CBD Gummies

· Lowers Pain and Chronic Aches

Among one of the most engaging advantages of Green Street Origins CBD Gummies is their potential to minimize pain and chronic pains. CBD engages with the body’s endocannabinoid system, which is important in regulating discomfort perception. By engaging with cannabinoid receptors, CBD might aid modulate pain signals, giving remedies for conditions like joint inflammation, neck and back pain, and migraines.

Research study recommends that CBD possesses anti-inflammatory residential properties, making it efficient in attending to pain pertaining to inflammatory problems. Individuals have reported a decline hurting levels after regular use of CBD products, including gummies, causing improved mobility and a much better quality of life. The benefit of gummies makes them an ideal option for individuals looking for lasting discomfort administration solutions without turning to drugs that commonly come with unfavorable adverse effects.

In addition, these gummies provide a discreet and simple method to handle discomfort throughout the day. They can be tackled on the go without measuring oils or lugging bulky pills. Individuals can include them in their daily regimen, allowing for regular application and boosted efficiency. The all-natural raspberry taste makes them delightful to eat, motivating regular intake, which is key to making the most of pain alleviation advantages.

Numerous people facing chronic discomfort conditions locate that combining cannabis items with lifestyle modifications, such as physical treatment, diet regimen alterations, and regular workouts, can generate also far better outcomes. Green Street Origins CBD Gummies can enhance these initiatives, by using a holistic approach to pain monitoring.

· Eases Anxiety and Anxiety

One of Green Street Origins CBD Gummies’ most attractive advantages is their capacity to relieve stress anxiety and tension. CBD has garnered considerable interest for its anxiolytic residential or commercial properties, which are supported by a growing body of research. By engaging with the serotonin receptors in the mind, CBD might help regulate mood and advertise a sense of peace, making it an efficient natural remedy for anxiety conditions.

People experiencing persistent tension due to function, individual life, or various other variables usually battle to discover relief with conventional treatments. Numerous drugs used of to manage stress and anxiety featured unfavorable adverse effects, leading individuals to look for alternative services. Green Street Origins CBD Gummies give a natural method free from such negative effects while supplying substantial alleviation.

Individuals of CBD gummies frequently experience a decrease in sensations of anxiousness after taking the item. This calming effect can help enhance emphasis and performance during the day, permitting individuals to tackle their responsibilities with a clearer mind. Additionally, CBD can sustain better psychological regulation, enabling customers to deal with demanding scenarios more effectively.

Gummies’ convenience of taking them as needed makes them a sensible option for anxiousness administration. Individuals can quietly lug them in their bags or pockets, eating them whenever they feel overwhelmed. The relaxing buildings of the gummies can likewise enhance nighttime regimens, advertising relaxation before bed and possibly resulting in boosted rest top quality.

The advantages of using Green Street Origins CBD Gummies go beyond simply managing anxiety; they can cultivate a feeling of general psychological health, urging individuals to engage extra with life without the problem of consistent stressing.

· Enhances Emphasis and Clearness

Maintaining focus and clarity can be a considerable challenge in today’s distraction-laden environment. Green Street Origins CBD Gummies might assist users boost their cognitive function, making it possible for better focus and psychological clearness. The calming impacts of CBD can decrease the mental mess, permitting individuals to direct their focus better towards jobs.

Many users report a boosted capacity to concentrate when taking in CBD products, associating this benefit with the compound’s action on the endocannabinoid system. By promoting a state of relaxation without sedation, CBD permits the mind to operate successfully. This is specifically useful for students, experts, and any individual who needs to finish jobs requiring sustained interest.

Furthermore, anxiety and stress and anxiety frequently impede cognitive function, lowering productivity. By relieving these sensations, Green Street Origins CBD Gummies enable customers to concentrate on their jobs without distraction. This cognitive enhancement is essential in high-pressure settings where clarity of thought is necessary for ideal efficiency.

Including these gummies right into a day-to-day routine can produce a useful ripple effect throughout life. Boosted emphasis can boost discovery, rise performance at work, and cultivate an extra-involved strategy for individual jobs. Unlike traditional stimulants, which may lead to crashes or jitteriness, the natural impacts of CBD offer an extra stable and continual enhancement of focus.

Taking Green Street Origins CBD Gummies as part of a well-balanced way of life that includes normal workouts, a healthy diet, and adequate sleep can additionally intensify these cognitive advantages, supporting both psychological and physical health.

· Promotes Healthy And Balanced Sleep

Sleep is vital to total health and wellness, yet several people battle with sleep problems or poor rest quality. Green Street Origins CBD Gummies provide an all-natural option to sustain healthy and balanced sleep patterns. CBD is known for advertising relaxation and peace, making it easier for people to relax and plan for peaceful rest.

Research indicates that CBD interacts with the body’s endocannabinoid system to control rest cycles. By lowering stress and anxiety and advertising a calming impact, CBD can assist customers sleep more quickly and remain asleep much longer. This is specifically beneficial for those who struggle with racing thoughts or nighttime stress and anxiety that can interfere with their capability to remainder.

Several customers have actually reported considerable improvements in their sleep top quality after integrating CBD right into their nighttime regimens. They describe falling asleep much faster, experiencing fewer disruptions throughout the night, and getting up feeling more refreshed. This improvement in rest quality can result in better overall health, improved state of mind, and increased daytime performance.

Green Street Origins CBD Gummies are beneficial since they can be taken conveniently before going to bed. Their positive taste makes them an enjoyable pre-sleep ritual that urges regular usage. Furthermore, considering that these gummies do not have THC, there is no danger of psychedelic effects, allowing customers to feel loosened up without feeling intoxicated.

Integrating making use of these gummies with various other healthy and balanced sleep behaviors, such as developing a calming bedtime routine, restricting display time before bed, and ensuring a comfortable sleep environment, can further enhance their performance. With each other, these practices can add to an extensive method of accomplishing restorative rest.

· Does not show on Drug Examination

Among the main issues several customers have about CBD items is their potential to show up on drug tests, specifically when they are required for employment. Green Street Origins CBD Gummies are developed to contain non-detectable levels of THC, which is the psychoactive element of marijuana that can result in positive drug examination outcomes. This element makes them an eye-catching alternative for those who want to experience the benefits of CBD without the danger of threatening their employment opportunities.

The formulation of these gummies is designed with individual safety and security in mind. By guaranteeing that THC is maintained to undetectable levels in drug testing, Green Street Origins offers assurance to customers who might be subjected to regular medicine tests. This permits people to integrate CBD into their wellness routines without fearing effects.

In addition, the benefits of using a CBD item that does not show up on medication examinations extend not only to workers but also to athletes, trainees, and others in numerous professions that require maintaining a clean record. The ability to experience remedy for stress and anxiety, pain, and rest disruptions without fretting about violating policies or policies is a significant advantage.

Consumers can with confidence utilize Green Street Origins CBD Gummies as part of their natural wellness routine, recognizing they can enjoy the therapeutic effects of CBD without the luggage of potential drug examination failures.

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Are there adverse effects to Green Street Origins CBD Gummies?

When discovering any health supplement, it is crucial to take into consideration potential side effects. Usually, CBD is well tolerated by most individuals, specifically when absorbed in suitable doses, and is considered secure. Nonetheless, as with any kind of material, there may be some damaging effects for certain users.

Potential negative effects of Green Street Origins CBD Gummies can include sleepiness, dry mouth, adjustments in appetite, and diarrhea. Sleepiness is particularly remarkable as CBD’s soothing effects can result in increased relaxation, making it necessary to be cautious when driving or running heavy machinery after intake.

Dry mouth, commonly described as “cottonmouth,” is an additional typically reported effect of CBD. This occurs due to the fact that CBD might temporarily lower saliva production. Customers can mitigate this by remaining moisturized and drinking water consistently throughout the day.

Some individuals might experience changes in hunger, either a boost or a decrease. This side effect is typically light and can differ based on the person’s special physiology and just how they reply to CBD.

In addition, intestinal pain, including diarrhea, can occur, especially for those that are brand-new to CBD. To decrease this danger, starting with a reduced dosage and progressively boosting as the body changes is suggested.

In extremely uncommon situations, some users may experience much more major side effects, such as modifications in mood or interactions with existing drugs. It is vital for people taking various other medications, especially those metabolized by the liver, to consult with a medical care professional before incorporating CBD into their routine.

Generally, while there is a potential for adverse effects, lots of individuals locate Green Street Origins CBD Gummies to be a safe and effective choice, specifically when taken as guided. Keeping an eye on one’s body and starting with a lower dose can aid make certain a positive experience.

Is Green Street Origins CBD Gummies FDA Authorized?

The United States Fda (FDA) does not presently manage CBD items like it manages pharmaceuticals. Consequently, consumers need to comprehend that while Green Street Origins CBD Gummies may not have FDA authorization, this does not naturally indicate that the product is risky or ineffective. The absence of guidelines in the industry has actually led lots of reliable companies to seek third-party lab screening to ensure their products meet high security and quality standards.

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Environment-friendly Road Origins takes satisfaction in its openness and dedication to item high quality. They carry out strenuous testing of their gummies to confirm the effectiveness and pureness of the CBD made use of in their solution. This practice allows consumers to rely on that they are getting an item held to strict top-quality checks, even if the FDA does not officially accept it.

Additionally, many consumers have actually effectively made use of these gummies as part of their wellness routines, pointing out better health and wellness. The growing body of studies sustaining CBD’s advantages additionally enhances its authenticity in dietary supplements.

While the FDA’s participation in managing CBD products is evolving, consumers can bask in knowing that Green Road Origins is dedicated to delivering a secure and efficient item through extensive testing and quality assurance methods.

Where to buy Green Street Origins CBD Gummies?

Green Street Origins CBD Gummies are available specifically with the main Eco-friendly Road Origins site. This specialized system guarantees that consumers obtain authentic products directly from the maker, ensuring quality safety, and security. Investing in from the official website additionally permits consumers access to the most effective prices and the latest promos offered, guaranteeing you obtain the most effective worth for your investment.

The straight-buying design additionally reduces the dangers of purchasing from third-party vendors, such as possible counterfeit items or jeopardized quality. By selecting to purchase from the official resource, consumers can be certain of their purchase’s integrity and delight in the gummies’ full benefits.

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To purchase the gummies, customers should visit the Green Street Origins website, select their preferred quantity, and complete the checkout process. The site offers detailed details regarding the product, including its advantages, ingredients, and rates, helping with informed decision-making.

In summary, the official website is the sole and reliable source for obtaining Green Street Origins CBD Gummies for those thinking about experiencing its advantages.

Final Thought for Green Street Origins CBD Gummies

To conclude, Green Street Origins CBD Gummies stand as a top-quality, effective, and convenient option for those looking for natural relief from anxiety, discomfort, and sleep disruptions. Their appealing raspberry taste, combined with a carefully formulated mix of ingredients, makes them an enjoyable addition to any health routine.

The complete focus on quality and safety guarantees that individuals can rely on the product they are eating, and the favorable testimonies from pleased consumers highlight the possible advantages these gummies can provide. Additionally, the lack of THC minimizes problems regarding drug examinations, allowing individuals to integrate CBD into their lives without fear of negative effects.

As with any kind of supplement, it is necessary to take an alternative method to wellness, integrating a well-balanced diet plan and routine workout while making use of items like Green Street Origins CBD Gummies. This thorough technique can boost the effectiveness of CBD, leading to improved total health and wellness.

Considering the advantages outlined and Eco-friendly Street Origins’ transparent manufacturing practices, these gummies are a worthwhile investment for anybody looking to explore the benefits of CBD. By purchasing with the official website, customers can take pleasure in peace of mind recognizing they are getting a trusted and effective item.

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