#is it summer? is it spring? is school all year??

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Epilogue)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

Part 24

In the first months following Peeta’s return things are good. Calm. Until the night Y/N and Haymitch are lying in bed and she whispers, “I’m late.”

Haymitch’s arms tense around her. “No you’re not.”

“My period is late.”

She can’t be pregnant. He’s been careful. Y/N can’t be pregnant. “It’s gotta be something else.”

She sighs, “ok.”

The weeks that follow confirm that it is not, in fact, something else.

August Abernathy is born the following summer, with hardly any fuss. Completing their family and sealing the deal on Haymitch’s vasectomy. The little boy is perfect, Everest and Arista take to him immediately. Daisy takes some convincing, she’s not used to not being the baby.

She cries…a lot. Even at almost two she wants to be carried around. Y/N and Haymitch indulge her, she will only be little for so long.

Katniss and Peeta have settled in to her house in Victor’s village. Nobody knows what to expect in terms of rebuilding district twelve, so they are all surprised when Pollux arrives by train from the Capitol.

“What are you doing here?” Madge stammers, watching anxiously as he scrawls down a message.

“I wanted to see you.” He holds up the note to her.

“But you didn’t say anything in your letter.” The ones they’ve been exchanging over the past few months.

Pollux smirks, moving the pen over the pad of paper again. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Madge laughs, “thank you.”

He opens his arms for her.

“You’re gonna have to teach me to sign.” She insists, hugging him tightly to her. “I’ve been practicing but Katniss told me I’m not very good.”

Pollux passes a hand over her hair, nodding against her shoulder.

“Can you teach me how to sign, ‘I love you.’”

He pulls back slightly, searching her face.

“I love you,” she shrugs, “by the way.”

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Years pass, everything and nothing changes.

Katniss and Peeta become parents, earning Y/N and Haymitch the titles of Grandma and Grandpa, not long after they become Aunt and Uncle to Madge’s twins.

It heals something in them; holding their babies’ baby. “It’s a girl.”

“Why didn’t you call?” Y/N asks as the infant is placed into her arms. “We could’ve helped you.”

“Didn’t want to bother you.” Katniss shrugs.

“Bothering us is your job.” Haymitch scoffs, “lay down, take a load off, I’ll make you some tea.”

Peeta watches his wife, carefully.

“How are you holding up?” Y/N asks, looking up from the newborn in her arms.

“I’m ok.” Peeta shoots her a tired smile.

Y/N returns the gesture as he takes a seat beside her. “Does my granddaughter have a name?”

“We were hoping you’d help with that part,” Katniss admits. Seems like something parents would help their children do.

Y/N busies herself counting the infant’s fingers, “of course.”

Katniss is snoring by the time Haymitch returns, he lies the throw blanket over her carefully, brushing bits of hair away from her face. “You did good, sweetheart.”

When he is ready Y/N hands over the tiny bundle of joy. “You too, Peeta.”

“Thanks.”

A little boy follows the next spring.

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Everest graduates high school, leaving soon after to continue his education in politics, in the heart of Panem. The Capitol is much different than when he was a child, still he is welcomed with open arms. A child of war heroes is always welcome.

It’s not until he returns home for the first time that Y/N is sure he knows more than he should. “He knows.”

He knows about their arranged marriage, and the cameras, and the meticulously timing of his conception. He knows all the horrible ways Snow would tug at their strings and make them dance like marionettes. He knows the lengths his parents went to make sure he didn’t know.

“I need to talk to Dad,” Everest tells Y/N, “alone.”

“Honey, I’m so-” Y/N reaches for her son.

“Don’t,” Everest takes a step back. “Please, don’t.”

“Everest.”

He explains, “I can’t look at you and talk about it. I’ll puke, like I did on the professor’s rug when I found out, and I need to talk about it.”

Haymitch sighs, passing a hand over Y/N’s back. “Give us a minute.”

Everest doesn’t miss the way his parents struggle to break apart. Or the way his father attempts to hide the distress caused by his mother’s absence.

“How much do you know?”

Everest crumbles, collapsing into his father’s arms.

Haymitch holds him, hushing his first born child. Wishing more than anything to take his pain away.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We hoped you’d never find out.” Haymitch admits, “I’m not sure how it’d be relevant to anything you’re learning in school…”

“The curriculum covers the lives of victors. My professor didn’t know that I didn’t know, he pulled me aside after the lesson to make sure I was ok, given what happened to you and mom.” Everest swallows hard, taking a step back, “I just let him talk for a while. Told me everything I needed to know.”

Haymitch nods.

“Mom was my age when you got married.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I thought you loved each other. I thought you got married and had me because you loved each other.”

“We do love each other.” Haymitch assures him.

It must be true, in all their years back home after district thirteen, his father reached for his mother over a bottle every time. “But that’s not why I’m standing here now.”

“I wish it was different, son. I wish I could change it, but I can’t. I did whatever it took to keep your mother as safe and happy as I could. I tried to do the same for you and it kills me to think that I failed.” Haymitch scrubs a hand over his face. “The games, Snow’s plan, the rebellion and everything thereafter never mattered to us. It never mattered to me. All we wanted was to give you a good, normal life; away from all of it. We got to just be your mom and dad. Those were the happiest years of our lives.”

“My parents are Y/N and Haymitch Abernathy, I’m not ashamed of that.” Everest assures him, “I only wish I could have heard it from you.”

“Me too.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

Haymitch lifts a shoulder, “because I am ashamed.”

Everest’s brows furrow, a spitting image of his father, “don’t be.”

When the two of them finally return to the living room there is nowhere to hide from Y/N’s wide, inquisitive eyes. Youth still clings to her features, despite her age. She is heartbreakingly beautiful.

“Daddy, I want to show you something.” August says, immediately rising from his place on the couch.

“Oh yeah?” Haymitch chuckles, allowing his youngest son to lead him away.

“Daisy did it.”

This ought to be good. “What did Daisy do?”

Their banter continues until they are out of earshot, leaving only Y/N and her son.

“You need to tell Arista before someone else does.” Everest says, simply. “Don’t let her find out like that.”

Y/N nods, “you’re right. I should have-”

Everest closes the space between them, pulling his mother in for a hug. “I’m not mad.”

“You’re allowed to be.”

“I’m not, not at you.” He wants to say more, to tell her how sorry he is for every horrible thing that’s ever happened to her. And how grateful he is for all the times she used herself to shield him from the world.

Y/N and Haymitch Abernathy are his parents, and it means more to him now than it ever has.

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“I think we did it.” Haymitch yawns, sliding beneath the covers and enveloping Y/N in his arms. “Everest seems alright.”

“Yeah.” Y/N nods, bringing his hand to her lips and pressing kisses to his fingers.

“I love you, angel.”

“I love you too.”

I love you more.

I love you always.

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[wandascrush]

Why the invite?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, AU Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x an annoying fiance

Summary: After years of not speaking, your old high school “situationship” invites you to her wedding

Warnings: kissing, hickeys, undercover homophobia, some light angst, a man makes an appearance

Song: Why did you invite me to your wedding by Kevin Atwater (lyrics highlighted in red)

The glow of your laptop screen is the only thing illuminating your bedroom, casting bluish light over the clutter of books and coffee mugs littering your desk. The world outside is quiet—as quiet as it gets for a bustling city. It’s 2:00 am, the kind of late where even the hum of the refrigerator feels deafening, except the occasional buzz of a notification.

   You should be sleeping. You have meetings in the morning, or at the very least, something better to do than mindlessly scrolling through Facebook. But here you are, trying to write and getting stuck after the first sentence. You could hear your editors voice scolding you already. So, you decided scrolling on socials instead was better- another engagement post. Another couple. Another pregnancy announcement. A reminder that your 20’s aren’t forever, and time is slowly marching forward.

Then, a notification pops up.

Wanda Maximoff has sent you a friend request. 

You freeze. 

   For a second, you think your brain is playing tricks on you. Maybe you’re too tired, and it’s not really her name flashing across the screen. But no—when you click on it, there she is. Wanda Maximoff, looking just as ethereal as ever in her profile picture. A cheerleader that aged well. That’s new.  The feeling that grips your chest is old.

You hesitate, fingers hovering over the mouse. It’s been years. At least six. She was your first, in more ways than one. Your first real love. Your first heartbreak. Your first lesson in how shame could be sharper than a knife.

A second notification chimes. A message.

Wanda Maximoff sent you a message.

I got your message, last night around 1

Your throat feels tight as you click. The message is short, simple. Too simple for the weight of the years between you.

“Hi. Hope you’re well. Also, save date! Marrid soon :)”

You’re getting married, and you want me to come

You immediately notice her grammar is off, and so is the way she spells “married.”  You miss me a lot and the wedding's next month I think you were drunk, you spelled "wedding" wrong

And then, attached below—an image.

 A cream-colored card, tastefully elegant, adorned with gold lettering. 

Wanda Maximoff & Victor Ivonis. 

Save the Date- come celebrate the lovely couple. It’s summer wedding, her favorite season. 

You don’t read the rest. You don’t need to. Your lips twitch into something that isn’t quite a smile. It’s funny, in a bitter sort of way.

Wanda is getting married. To a man. 

Of course she is.

You lean back in your chair, exhaling sharply. A laugh—dry, humorless—pushes past your lips. You squeeze the bridge of your nose, trying to process this random, and honestly, unwanted invitation. 

After all these years, this is how she comes back into your life. A friend request. A wedding invitation. Like you’re just another face in the crowd, another name on a guest list?

You close your eyes, and suddenly, you are in highschool again.

Back in the dimly lit parking lot after prom, the air thick with spring rain and the sound of Wanda’s whimpers filling the car. You remember her hands resting on your shoulders, fingers trembling, her lips parted like she wanted to say something as she reached her climax on your lap. The way your name fell off her lips sounded like heaven. You never forgot the feeling of her sucking possessive hickeys into your neck, never knowing what to tell people when they asked who they were from. Or how she looked at you when no one else was watching, like you were her whole world.

And the way she let you go.

Your fingers tighten around the mouse, the glow of the screen reflecting in your tired eyes. The past is knocking, uninvited, and you don’t know whether to open the door—or let it stay locked. 

And not for a moment does it escape you that Wanda invites you to her wedding, in the dead of the night, at 2 am. 

[calebsfairy]

End of Spring

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Caleb x Fem!Reader

CW: Midwestern USA Caleb AU, Fluff, Slow Burn

W/C: 470

A/N: Heyyyy so this is a hc somewhat based on my personal experiences... self-indulgent fic moment... but a lot of people were interested so here we are!

Caleb is so midwest coded tbh I can't elaborate

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Introduction

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The rural midwestern USA doesn't have much that is exciting to do, but life is homey and comfortable with your small circle of family and friends. Growing up, you made a few friends at the school you attended in the suburbs of the nearby city. However, the ones that mattered the most were a little closer to home.

School was a 30 minute drive out from the house, and it was often hard to hang out with school friends that lived in the opposite direction. Your rural home was part of a small farming community on the outskirts of town, and you prioritized playtime with your friends that lived down the street from you. After all, you grew up together.

Little Annie across the road was the girl that always had your back. Only a year younger than you, she was the daughter of cattle farmers and always proudly declared her goal to become a veterination when she grows up. She spent much of her free time around animals and often showed you how to take care of them like she does. Her hair was always tied into twin braids adorned with ribbons, and she loved to wear pretty dresses.

Most important of all, though, was the boy that lived a mile down the road. As the son of a family with a large crop farm, he was often busied with helping his father in the fields and aimed to be a crop plane pilot someday. Caleb was a year older than you and always slightly taller than you, which admittedly made you a little jealous. His fluffy, long brown hair grazed his shoulders and his light brown eyes shone a hint of purple in the sun. Caleb always had the brightest smile when you showed up at his house to play. From the day you met, he tended to you like a little sister and vowed to be your protector.

While wandering through the woods, he would hold your hand.

While learning how to swim, he would gently hold you by the waist and teach you to float.

While eating lunch at school, he would notice you sitting alone and keep you company.

His kindness did not keep him from the vying eyes of jealous schoolgirls, always wishing to hold his hand just once, to eat with him just once, and maybe to steal a kiss. Even so, Caleb never batted an eye.

Your relationship with the boy always felt comforting and sibling-like. That is, until you began to grow older, and he still did the things he always did. His small actions began to make your heart flutter and you wondered if he shared the sentiment. You couldn't put words to the feeling until something clicked on a warm and breezy summer afternoon at a backyard pool party.

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I named this after this song idk just felt like it

[ilack3]

Katsuki Bakugou

A bit more exposition to the original

            Explosion

That was the word tattooed on my flesh forever, and to make things more difficult it was right down my spine in bold and delicate crimson characters. In a language completely foreign to me which I later found out was Kanji. The small outline of an explosion on my right thigh did help give context clues though.

I doubt I ever would’ve crossed the ocean if it weren’t for those characters and I thank them for bringing me here. If not for the obnoxious visibility perhaps I could’ve ignored them like everyone else. My sister was lucky hers was written in small letters behind her ear, out of sight and out of mind no need to chase the burning, ever present, curiosity.

“This could all be a mistake,” the towering building(s?) glared down at me harshly, “there are good hero schools back home, it's strange showing up midway through their second year.”

Anxiety bubbled under my skin making me all jittery, they had finally opened up Japan to outsiders after Star's death. I had been recommended to this program by all of my professors perhaps because they wanted to get rid of me. It was a gift though. Here I am standing at the gates of UA Hero Academy.

The sheer size of the UA high school was still amazing, compared to the school my parents desperately wanted me to stay in. They still hope that I moved to Japan for an opportunity to train with the best heros, we all know that isn’t the only reason.

Those letter brought me more then I could’ve ever desired. More friendships that will last a lifetime, knowledge from hundreds of different perspectives and backgrounds. It brought me him, even thought I never really had him. 

I am in my last year at UA high school now, class 3A and graduation is just around the corner. Life couldn't be better, besides the fact that my soulmate despises me with the fiery passion.

        Is it my fault? 

        Maybe. 

He should know my quirk by now, unless he has a different mark. 

        Have I shown him my marks? 

       No, not intentionally.

       Have i been hiding them on purpose? 

       Kind of.

       It's not completely uncalled for, may be incredibly handsome but he's a jerk-

A loud voice cut through the air shouting my name distracting me from my thoughts, “Hurry up, we have to finish training so that we can have enough time to get ready!” Mina exclaimed from outside the locker room.

“I'll be right there!” I shouted back and finished zipping up my new spring hero suit, the only difference being that it was a bit more revealing, the back was mostly sheer except for the strip of fabric covering my little soul mark.

After exiting the locker room my friends were instantly confused. “why did you change your costume, it's not summer yet?” 

“We don’t really have seasonal suits in California so I’m trying to figure out which I want to be my go to.” I smile softly as sad expressions cross their faces. They knew I was leaving after graduation but this was just another reminder of my approaching departure.

Momo breaks the silence, “Well I suppose we'll have to advantage of the time we have left with you!” She smiles brightly, and so they did, at least they planned to. 

After entering the training facility we were overwhelmed by unfamiliar faces. Mina whispered into my ear, “What’s going on?”

“Don't ask me.” The crowd parted to reveal Aizawa standing on a pedestal. Saying something about cooperating with new hero. He then proceeded to pair us up as competitors.

He called each one of out by name then I heard it, the thing I had been dreading since the moment I heard the explosive bang echo through this very room for the first time, he called my name, “you’ll be up against Bakugo.”

My heart dropped to the deepest part of my stomach. The staff knew of my predicament, having been forced by law to report the placement and contents of my marks. Aizawa knew that our quirks would do little when paired with each other. I knew I wouldn’t burn when the force of his power struck me but I still flinched at the thought. The terror stemmed from being caught in my web of deceit. Deceit that was only there to keep the resentment he bearded against me away from the image he had of her. The girl that his soul longed for and desired, to maintain the fire that burned inside of him for her was at the center of my web. A web of crimson desire.

We met up with our teammates to discuss and strategize. 

“Alright I think it’d be best of Blue Blood, your focus is on dynamight since your water can combat the fire in the explosions.” They nodded in agreement somehow i managed to pawn him off to someone who could actually do some damage with their quirk, nice. It would definatly be a shock to the others considering they all think I have a water based quirk. 

Not long after we were called onto the platform to fight. It seems their approach was the exactly what we had in mind, his focus was solely on me. That same grin that he wears in anticipation of his awaited victory, I could practically smell his sweet aroma as the light from his small explosions illuminated his face in such a brilliant way. 

The announcers gave the signal to begin and so chaos ensued, a bright light surged towards me. Color burst out out of my hand effulging his fire and redirecting it to my chosen opponent, poor thing tends to overheat easily, a fire based quirk. Goes by the name dragon, he can make fire balls but only has a few in him before he gets heat stroke this should expedite that. Soon enough out match went exactly as I had planned he was now distracted by Blue Blood and I was able to take my opponent out by using his quirk against him, he was taken away and put into an ice bath immediately after the fight. Then that left my two teammates to face the beloved Dynamight while i took over the other “extra.” Sadly he had been able to take them both out with one of his gauntlets and just like that it was only the two of us the wounded or out of commission were relocated for their safety. 

But what do you do when you know that youre about to be caught red handed. You fight so hard that you dodge every attack. You get in close enough so that youre forced to do damage the only way you can, with close combat. 

And so the attcks came one after another dodged or redirected with an equal amount of power. Stark contasts, Brilliant blue light masked by water in the midst of ferocious orange explosions suffocating then into grey clouds of smoke. Until I was able to get in close the big one struck only managing to shove me back leaving no scorch marks or visible injuries. Spectators gasped and colective whispers were heard throughout the audience then the smoke cleared showing her standing up straight without a blemish on her body.

The last minuite addition of fabric going down from the crook of her neck had started to burn and begun to expose her mark. Before she could process what had happened she was infulged in heat again, burning her the one peice on the back of her costume furthur.

He saw it and couldnt look away, even after she had covered it he was stuck. Time stoped in the worst possible moment his eyes widened and his hands fell at his sides. For the first time she had seen him speech less. 

“Bakugou…?” she stepped forward half expecting him to throw another attack at her, but he just stood there like a kicked puppy. And so they stayed there for the longest minute of her life. Until she threw an attack at him trying knock him out of his trance to no avail. 

She tried again and again pleas falling onto deaf ears, she tried to uncover his right spine to see if it was imprinted with something of hers, again to no avail.   

“Are you gonna fight or not? I know youre upset, but fight me god damn it! Finish!” She threw endless amounts of power at him anger seeping through and making each attack even more intense.

Yet he refused to fight instead still trying to process the new information. He had spent his entire childhood looking for her, and she was hiding from him, refusing to show her quirk so that he remained oblivious. She fought and fought they were there for what felt like hours but he remained uninjured, she was only tiring herself out. Finally, out of his head, he fought back sending a large explosion towards her only the wind threw her back but again not a hair on her head was scorched. His usually angry demeanor returned as he realized that she never intended for him to find the truth, they were soulmates. She had flown across the ocean to find him and yet kept this secret to herself.

Finally, the guilt began to leave her as he finally let out his frustrations onto her and she finally decided to fight back, each attack laced with so much emotion that it might have been mistaken for a dance between lovers, a new type of art made to showcase the strengths and weaknesses of man. She allowed herself to get hit over and over, so much so that the spectators winced every time they heard another boom. The practice space filled with smoke until blue hues erupted and water began to dance around them absorbing the sound and power from the weaker explosions, her telekinetic abilities causing her eyes to glow. They continued going back and forth for hours until they were close to collapsing.  Both panting she began to lose consciousness but she managed to get out, “I never wanted to hurt you….” Her powers gave out and her once floating body began to descend at a quick rate, those around them gasped but no one cared enough to reach out and try to save her. With his last bit of strength he propelled himself towards her, catching her just  in time and moving her hair from her back in order to solidify the information he had been told, and there it was the name of his quirk written in beautiful crimson kanji going down her spine. That was the last thing he had seen before his vision blurred and eventually turned black.

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[supercantaloupe]

musicology comps are officially on my horizon. and it's apparently four back to back one hour exams 😩

[rainswhenyourehere]

it is. 2.10 am and my school starts tomorrow i am TERRIFIED like. it isnt even funny idk who ill hang out with i nee dto hardcore study or some shit its gonna b.e the shittiest time evver . so. due ot lack of time and energy and in the best intentions to hopefully keep me alive i fear hibi inactive era si going to start. around here

[wayward-sherlock]

anybody else feel the seasons in their bones or is that just me

[florida3exclamationpoints]

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[alxclaremont]

finished my first year of college last week and i truly do not know how to feel about it

[therealvalkyrie]

got new basic white sneaks bc my old ones r literally falling apart at the seams and a) they’re so fuckin stiff omgod and b) they’re so white it’s literally blinding!!! my feet r a driving hazard, I feel like it’s illegal for me to own shoes this white

[pigeons-with-jello]

cant process its only the beginning of march still (february is dead to me already) its summer in my head

[fairy-ganj-mother]

i hate how there were so many people i just didnt realize i loved

[cinematicnomad]

this is incredibly random but my best friend just texted me something which reminded me that for a brief shining moment in our senior year there was a genuine concern that i wouldn't graduate on time bc of fucking P.E.

[trendfag]

just remembered that i was a wristband girl for like six years

[w0nderland]

spent thanksgiving and christmas with bf's family and i guess i am spending easter with them as well (completely unintentionally, just makes sense for me to take a weekend off then)

[ashdoesntlikejkrowling]

i love making whatever season it is my entire personality (especially fall)