#they make such good posts but they broke my poor little heart i can never look them in the face again. im sorry

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want to reblog a beautiful post i saw someone i follow reblog so bad but the op was Mean To Me once and i cannot interact with them ever again because im a scared little bug. :( me-> 🐛

[igotanidea]

Haircut: Jason Todd x reader

Inspired by the post from @pop-culturereference about what Jason's fans really want from DC (link here)

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„AH!!”

An involuntary scream left her mouth the second she came home. Jason was not used to his girlfriend being so expressive, but protective instinct kicked in as he jumped off the couch he was reading a book on and immediately rushed to her side.

“Y/N! Love, what happened?” his hands found hers, squeezing them gently, trying to ground her in reality and assure her that whatever scared her so much was no match for him.

“What happened to you?” she sobbed, not even trying to stop the tears running down her cheeks.

“Huh?” Jason frowned “Look, I know I’m not exactly model handsome, but—”

“WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!” she wailed as if someone was tearing her heart out or squeezing her lungs.

“What are you--?” he tried again, quite taken aback by the intensity of her emotions. She wasn’t ever crying this much when he came home bloodied and bruised. She never let a single muscle on her face twitch while  patching him up. But when he was okay, just chilling and for once – not getting into trouble she got into a waterfall mode. “Y/n? Look at me. Look at me!” he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes on him.

“I AM!”

“Then you can see I’m all good. It’s all good! Come on baby, whatever fear took over your brain, you have to wake up from this!”

“Your hair!” she broke into crying fit again

“My hair?” he instinctively ran his fingers through his strands. “What about them?”

“WHERE IS IT?”

Oh.

Oh, so finally they were getting to the bottom of the problem.

He cut his hair shorter than she was used to and clearly she didn’t like it.

“Look, I just thought-“

“Was it Roy? I’m sure it was Roy. I swear to God, I’m gonna kill him! How is it that I leave you guys for a few hours and you always end up causing trouble.”

“It was not—”

“Then who was it? Dick?”

“Ugh! As if I would ever let him anywhere near my head!”

“Then who helped you did this atrocity?” she pressed, taking a look at his inch-long strands.

“I did it myself.” He responded, almost sounding proud.

“You-you-yourself…?” Y/N’s eyes grew wide as she stuttered. Her bag was dropped to the ground with a concerning sound of rattling, but neither of them care about the possibility of something being crashed. They had more urgent matters at the moment. The sense of betrayal slowly started creeping inside her heart.

“It’s just hair—”

“Just hair?! Are you insane?” she snapped at him “You should have asked me what I think first!”

“But—”

“Do not argue with me, Jason! You’re my boyfriend! It is not just about what you like! You can’t just act on whims without finding out my approach to the matter!”

“It’s just hair—” once more, the poor attempt at reaching her reason failed.

“How am I supposed to run my fingers through it now? And how am I supposed to live without your mop tickling me when we cuddle?”

“Y/n…” he smiled softly, cupping her cheek, meeting her eyes

“I liked them longer… I’m sorry if that hits your insecurities, but—”

“It does make me a little unsure, not gonna lie.” He chuckled. “But only a little. Cause what I’m hearing now, is that you liked my wilder look. For example when I was taking the hood off and have my hair all ruffled? Or when I was –”

“I see what you are trying to do here, Mr. Todd and I’m not falling for it.” Y/N read right through his intentions to invoke an innuendo and tried to step back.

“Come on, baby.” Jason quickly grabbed her waist, circling arms around her like two snakes, preventing her from backing out. “Admit it. You liked the bad boy image I had. It turned you on, didn’t it?”

“Well it doesn’t anymore—“

“Guess that only means, I’ll have to try twice as hard… Cause too bad for you, sunshine, my hair is gonna stay like that for a while. So you have to like it. “

“Oh really-?”

“Most definitely. In fact, I think I’m gonna ditch the longer hair for good. This kind of haircut is so much more practical, you know. No strands sticking to my forehead when we get sweaty. None of them in my eyes when I fight only in the domino mask, no tangles and all that stuff-“

“You’re terrible!”

“Yeah, yeah I am, and what are you going to do about it baby?” he smirked and leaned forward, giving her a teasing look “you love me either way, we both know it.”

“Well maybe I should cut my hair too.” Her eyes glistened with mischief “you know- to match your new style.”

“What?” Jason turned a little pale. His princess was going to get rid of her perfect locks?! Over his dead body! (Even if that meant dying again.) “You are not!”

“Too bad for you I already made that decision. In fact I’m gonna go to the hairdresser first thing tomorrow—”

“I won’t let you out of here! You can’t just make such important decisions without talking to me first!”

“But I just told you.” She fluttered her eyelashes innocently.

“And the answer is no!”

“It was not a question.”

“You are not cutting your hair. It is not only yours! It’s mine too! We’re a couple, practically like one being!”

“Well maybe if we attach some of mine to your head we can both have what we want?”

“I got a better idea. I’ll keep you trapped here for as long as mine grow back, how about that?”

“And what shall we do for so many months Mr Todd?” she hummed with a glint in her eyes.”

“Duh! I’ll make sure to convince you that the length of my hair is not the one that should be of your concern, baby…” Jason smirked letting his hoarse tone reveal what was on his mind.

Was he acting like a hypocrite? Yes.

Did she care? No.

Cause one thing that was absolutely sure about Jason Todd that there was only one like him in the world. Capable of twisting the words in a way that always turned the situation a little less serious. And whatever hairstyle he was sporting, she was not going to change him for anyone else.

[berry-potchy]

I went through my drafts and found this. I typed this during a moment of weakness for cliche chick flicks and fuckboy Miguel:

This is not edited and messy but I just wanted to share that I'm thinking about a very typical and silly high school coming of age romance setting with the popular broody bad boy x wallflower good girl except that Miguel is already so down bad for (obsessed with) good girl who btw is chubby and cute.

What's on my mind rn is kid Miguel and kid reader were childhood best friends/sweethearts. You were neighbors and your families were close. One day, for some reason you had to move away. This was maybe when you and Miguel were like 7. You were inconsolable during moving day and Miguel's poor little heart broke at the sight. He confessed to you then and asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes and you kissed him on the cheek and you guys hugged until your parents had to pry you off each other so you can leave. Your parents felt really bad that they had to separate you from your best friend and what they thought was pretend boyfriend but the move was a canon event.

You weren't able to keep in touch, you weren't able to make many friends in your new place either. Like you had friends but they kinda have their own separate friend groups that you're not a part of. You were kinda just there, mourning your loneliness. Growing up you always had that ugly feeling of missing out and the "what if I didn't move back then?" in the back of your head. But one day, you're already like what? Last year in high school? You get a notif on your IG that a Miguel liked a photo you posted from a few months prior (it's a rare photo of you wearing something that shows off of your curves and feeling it). It's odd. You've posted a lot more photos since then. You check the profile and it's your Miguel... but he grew up HOT. Tall, wide, jacked, but it's the same Miguel with the pretty brown eyes and dark loose curls that he now styles slicked back. You follow him thinking he won't notice because of all the pretty girls who comment on his pics but never get replied to. But he followed you back immediately and sent you a 'hey' on DM. You didn't know what to say at all so you just stared at it until he replied ':/' followed by 'see you soon. you better have something to say to me by then.'

Later that day your parents drop the bomb that you're moving back to your childhood home. Next to Miguel.

Not to get into too much plot I just really wanna think about Miguel welcoming back his girlfriend and wanting to make up for lost time which gets you super flustered by his advances and shamelessness. You can't quite tell if he's just teasing you about the girlfriend part but the flirting definitely feels for real.

Your parents telling you to keep the door open when he goes up your room to hang out and you get embarrassed, stuttering that you're not planning on doing anything sexual. Miguel however shrugs and goes "I wouldn't trust me in a room with you either. I would eat you up"

And during lunch at school you cant find a seat, you try to look for Miguel but the scary popular kids are flocking around him. He looks like he's so bored but perks up when he sees you walk by and grabs your wrist to make you sit with them. Some random girl mockingly goes "oh sorry there's no space for you here" and you feel humiliated. Miguel shuts her up with a glare and makes you sit on his lap. No one dares to speak up as he tries to feed you with the snacks from his tray. He's squeezing your thighs enjoying the feel of you on his lap while he goes "I remember you liking this (insert snack or boxed drink here) so I got you an extra one, chula"

There's really nothing else to this I just thought it was cute and had to share.

[rafeskiss]

florida!!! ! ᥫ᭡

pairing: bsf!rafe cameron x reader

summary: reader’s boyfriend cheats on her so rafe plans to make her forget all about him by taking her to florida.

warnings: no smut, not much, rafe laces someone’s cocaine with fent, protective rafe, i don’t really know 😊

authors note: FIRST RAFE POST!! i know ive only ever posted for sturniolo tumblr but id like to preface my account isn’t solely for them, and i will be posting content for other fandoms as well!

love left me like this, i don’t want to exist so take me to florida

when naive!kook!reader and her boyfriend, a good-for-nothing fuck boy, one to a worse degree than her best friend rafe was, broke up… rafe was more than happy to finally step in.

it was as simple as that rafe couldn’t let that man sleep peacefully knowing that he broke his poor best friend’s heart.

when you showed up at tannyhill, your big doe eyes all teary eyed and smeared mascara running down your cute cheeks, rafe already knew it had something to do with that little boyfriend of yours.

secretly, he had been waiting for this exact moment. he had been waiting ever since you told him that one of the boys he plays golf with asked you on a date. you were just too sweet for him. for any of these boys on the island. no, you needed someone who could really protect you and make you feel feminine and comfortable, something these boys couldn’t do except for him. he knew you better than anyone and had much more to give you than everyone else, but being the naive girl you are, you didn’t see past the friendship.

“aw, baby.” he frowned before embracing you in a tight hug. you wrapped your arms around his neck, silently crying into his arms.

your voice broke, “he cheated on me,”

rafe’s jaw clenched, but he wasn’t surprised. not one bit. “ ‘m so sorry.”

he didn’t ever directly warn you about boys like him. he couldn’t ruin the happiness you had when that guy started showing interest in you.

this wasn’t even supposed to happen, actually. you weren’t aware of this, but rafe may or may not have told every guy who ever expressed interest in you to fuck off. a simple hands-off rule. he’d threaten them, say that if they so much as talk to you, they’d wish they didn’t. only one person dared to test that rule. he started flirting with you and commenting on your instagram pictures. rafe solved that problem quickly and easily by lacing his next bag of coke with a little bit of fentanyl. he didn’t die. it taught him a lesson. taught mostly every boy on the island a lesson, except for your now ex-boyfriend.

so he couldn’t put fentanyl in this fucker’s coke this time because the boy never mentioned you to him. they played golf regularly, never speaking of you. and then one day, rafe picks you up from your house to take you shopping and you excitedly tell him how one of his friends followed you on instagram and asked to take you out. that guy knew what he was doing.

he maneuvered the hands-off rule because he knew rafe would never let it happen.

after a few minutes of consoling you, rafe broke the silence. “y’wanna go to florida?”

you stopped crying, pulled away from the hug and peered up at him. “what?”

he grinned, “i’m serious. let’s go to florida, yeah?”

you shook your head, “that won’t fix anything, rafe.”

truth be told, rafe believes money can in fact buy happiness. and he’d spend every last dime in his pocket if it meant you forgot all about that stupid boy and became happy, especially if it meant you were happy with him.

“it’ll be fun. lemme show you a good time, promise you’ll forget all about him. it would be good for ya to at least get out of the obx.”

“why florida?” you asked, sniffling and wiping a tear. rafe lifted up his shirt, revealing his lower toned abdomen, and wiped your mascara off your face, wiping your nose too. something only dad’s do for their young daughters, and rafe too, you guess.

he shrugs, “why not? we gotta place there. nice place right on the miami coast. just a change of scenery, s’all.”

so the next day, rafe pulled into your house’s driveway. you stood by the front door, a suitcase next to you. rafe smiled as he got out of his car, “only one suitcase?”

“you think i need more?” you asked in a surprised tone.

he shrugged, “i just planned a couple things snd you might need more than a couple outfits for ‘em. s’all good though, we can buy you some more when we get there.” he said while grabbing your pink suitcase effortlessly and placing it in the backseat of his car.

you were completely unaware of rafe’s true intentions by this out of the blue trip to florida. you didn’t think anything of the sweet things rafe did for you. he was your best friend, and he looks out for you. he just cares for you, like any friend would.

once you arrived in florida, being taken there by the cameron’s private plane, the first thing you did was get a fancy facial from a very luxurious med spa. one sarah went to anytime their family visited florida, which is why rafe knew of the place. he paid for you to get the longest, most expensive, and best treatment there was.

afterwards, you guys went out to dinner at a small restaurant on a dock.

you thought he was just being sweet.

you thought he was just being sweet when he bought everything you laid your eyes on in small boutiques and even large luxury stores like chanel and tiffany.

and rafe’s plan worked. by the first four days, your ex’s name never came out of your mouth. the only name on your lips was rafe, and his next plan was to keep it that way.

all that’s left to do was convince you there was someone better for you out there. and that someone was him. you didn’t see it yet, but you would by the end of the trip. he would make you his.

[ebsmind]

𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐥 ❀ tom blyth x fem!singer reader

summary : reader and tom break up so she does best and writes a new album

warning(s) : heartbreak 💔

a/n : IM BACK FROM A HIATUS 💃🏻 i know that the tom blyth love has died down but i love doing social media au’s so much so idc 😅

ALSO in this mini series, taylor swift never wrote TTPD! the read did but im changing a couple things up! like this takes place in december of 2024 and instead of the album being called “the tortured poets department” it’s called loml! you’ll see how it plays out but i just hope everything makes sense!

ynuser i love you, it’s ruining my life

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user1 girl are you OKAY???

user2 oh no that’s not good

user3 so the breakup is confirmed?

user4 tom what did you do…

user5 the end?? GIRL WHATS HAPPENING

user6 NEW ALBUM NEW ALBUM NEW ALBUM

↳ user7 now is NOT the time to clown 😭😭

celebupdates looks like our favorite couple has called it quits after almost two years of dating! what are your thoughts?

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user1 no no no

user2 this next album is gonna HIT

user3 poor y/n :( i knew she loved him a lot

user4 he’s been seen with a girl in new york and it’s NOT looking good

user5 rachel imma need you to talk some sense into tom bc WHAT THE FUCK

user6 i thought they were endgame 💔

ynuser i can do it with a broken heart out on january 3rd

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rachelzegler lights camera bitch smile!

❤️ by creator

user1 oh she’s HEARTBROKEN

user2 isn’t that one of her tour outfits??

↳ user3 omg it totally is

user4 this is so about how they broke up while she was on tour

user5 someone give this poor girl a hug

user6 “even when you wanna die” GIRL WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU???

user7 she’s gonna announce an album on his birthday there’s no way

ynuser my new album loml comes out on february 2nd 🖤

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rachelzegler i watched you put ur blood, sweat and tears into this album 🖤 so proud of you my little poet

↳ ynuser crying. i love you.

user1 there’s no way it’s love of my life…

user2 IT WAS UNNECESSARY????

taylorswift proud of you! you deserve so much love my sweet girl 🖤🪶✨

↳ ynuser ily momma 🫶

user3 she’s about to end tom i fear

user4 releasing this on his birthday is CRAZY

user5 it’s a smart marketing move tho

user6 i bet tom’s new girl is PISSED

user7 I WAS SO RIGHT OMG

sabrinacarpenter 🫂

tomblyth what the monkey on the wall said ❤️

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user1 men ain’t shit

user2 so this the girl you left y/n for?

user3 he cheated on her there’s no way

↳ user4 she def knew about y/n too

user5 rachel hasn’t said a thing about tom im worried he fucked up real bad

user6 he loves her??? poor y/n

ynuser oh

user7 Y/N??!?

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[matan4il]

911 ep 705 first watch reactions

Of course 911 would "punish" the "You are the boss of you!" guy with an alien hand that attacks him, and does what it wants. Pooor Buck and Eddie paying the price for that...

Okay, love the storyline with Hen and Karen possibly eventually adopting an older girl. Too many shows just find easy, unrealistic ways to give their same sex couples kids, and I am really glad that 911 shows the reality of it, and that it is a more complex struggle for many, that it's an act of continuously choosing to be parents. That's actually an amazing, difficult thing, and it should be faithfully depicted and respected, for all of its heartache, and the little moments of triumph.

Buck and Tommy on a date, and Eddie comes along with Marisol? Love how Buck's bisexual awakening and coming out continues to involve Eddie so much. Tell me they're end game, even if they're not gonna get together right now, without telling me they're...

I did not need to learn Marisol is moving in with Eddie like this, with any build up, or even any sort of insight into the relationship, and nope, that does not bode well for them. IDK how 911 managed to do it, but they have somehow managed to give Eddie a love interest the show is even less invested in than Ana.

And the funniest bit, is that Marisol and Eddie's big development is only there to further Buck's journey anyway.

"You can never have too much closet space" LMAO the way 911 both made me laugh, and feel sorry for poor, baby bi Buck. XD

Hmmm. Were parts of this scene cut out? We don't get to see Eddie on his own date with Marisol, but constantly looking over at Tommy and Buck? Boo. I'm glad we at least got the BTS photos, then. But seriously, why!? That was gonna be so delicious.

Oh, Tommy's breaking up with Buck. I mean, good for him, and he ain't wrong after Buck's "after this, we're gonna go out looking for chicks" reaction, but man do I feel sorry for Buck. Him and Tommy might not be my end game (Buddie forever will be), but I do think this relationship could be good for our baby bi. Tommy being in the same profession, knowing what it's like to have this gap between who you are and the image of guys in your line of work, plus he's got more experience than Buck, is sure of himself, can help our boy figure himself out, and also Buck obviously does like his vibe. He deserves to be with someone he actually likes, not just the first woman willing to be with him that the plot pushed in his way.

Oh, baby Buck. :( You didn't even tell Maddie about Tommy. You really aren't ready it. But also (and as a Buddie shipper, more importantly), Tommy broke things off with Buck, but what is eating him up, is that he lied to Eddie. XD Yeah, this gonna end with wedding bells, sooner or later. On screen, off screen after the show ends with canon Buddie, or only in my head if 911 never dares make Buddie canon, I don't care. That kind of emotional devotion is not something that my hopelessly romantic heart can ignore.

OMG, this is how Buck comes out to Maddie? XD Via random pronoun mention, and as a by product of trying to figure out how to tell Eddie the truth? This is hilarious. lol It really makes it clear that, after all, the issue for Buck really isn't people knowing he is also dating guys (or checking their asses), even when it's the other closest person in the world for him, it's Eddie. Specifically. Buck's ready, even if he doesn't have the exact clear words yet, he's just not ready to tell Eddie. Can't imagine why. XDDD

What was that awkward post-sex scene with Eddie and Marisol? And the issues with her moving in are popping up a second after she has. But yeah, we have no idea who this woman is as a person, she's been a cardboard cut out so far, and then one of the first things we do learn about her, is that she would call her stuff better than Eddie's? Once again, this is not the stuff great romance is made of. Or... even just the stuff any kind of romance is made of.

Wait, Marisol was a nun, and Eddie didn't even know!? This whole ep is telegraphing in the news of how weird and awkward and underdeveloped this r/s is, not just for us as viewers who know nothing about Marisol, but apparently for Eddie as well.

And of course his Catholic guilt is gonna kick in now. I'd care, except 911 has given me absolutely no reason to. Seriously, I care more about Buck and Tommy after just 2 eps, than Eddie and Marisol, even though this is technically her 2nd season on the show.

Of course Buck went to find Eddie, and spotted him at the gym. Forever 201 vibes, with Eddie being the focus of Buck's attention. ^u^

I couldn't care less about Eddie's Catholic guilt crisis, and how it's actually a projection of what his real issues are with Marisol, but it's nice to see that as always, Buck's the one who can tell when something's off, and offer Eddie exactly what he needs (even when that's to talk to someone else, but Buck figures out immediately who the right person to address is), and then they just very naturally switch, because Eddie can also tell when something's off with Buck, and he wants to tell him something. Soulmates. THAT is the stuff that great romance IS made of.

:/ The imagery of Catholic nuns has not been around for over 2,000 years, please stop being ignorant about your own religion, and the very different way it looked in its early days.

Bobby is forgiven, he does give good advice, and his "her ex, the Lord" bit, which prompted that reaction from Eddie, is hilarious. XD

So... when Eddie is having issues with Marisol, he already knows he has to figure out how he feels about her, but instead of doing so, he goes to his safe place... Buck's loft.

Man, Eddie being into Tommy's choice of avoidning relationships with women, and hanging out with boys, after in the past, Eddie had dealt with his Shannon issues by running away from her, and re-enlisting in the army, where he gets to hang out with boys, when we all (Buck included) know why Tommy's "hanging out with boys"... I do like that if they want to (and hopefully they do), this further lays the groundwork for Eddie's own queer realization.

Buck and Eddie helping each other with their respective romantic problems, without realizing they are each other's respective romantic solution is gonna make me chew on my own fists. Again. But I'm not even a little bit surprised that Eddie was totally fine and accepting of Buck being bi, or that the first thing he thought of is how this reflects on them. Because their friendship IS way deeper and closer than normal for platonic friends, and Eddie's little reassurance is also an admission of that.

Man, for a second I was worried they also cut out Eddie in the loft, once more putting his thumb on Buck's pulse point possessively, in a perfect parallel to 303. I would have sued for emotional damages. But yeah, it says so much that the peak of emotional meaningfulness for Buck when coming out is in relation to Eddie, and that the scene itself peaks with Eddie, instead of finishing rushing out to take care of his own romantic business, hurries back to Buck first, to hug him, place his hand on Buck and give him orders. "Sure, you're gonna be dating this guy, but I'm still your real husband."

Well, at least Eddie amitted to himself and Marisol that he doesn't actually know her. But... I have never seen two people being both being so happy about not moving in together, and I'm supposed to think this r/s has a chance? Okay. Suuuure.

The scene with Buck going to Tommy to set things straight ready for something was lovely, it was nice seeing him excited, and get to choose, and hear he's wanted. But since the note Tommy and Buck's storyline in this ep should have ended on, is Buck showing Tommy he's ready enough to let others know he's dating a guy by inviting Tommy to come with Buck to Madney's wedding, then why is the very next scene playing the romantic switch again, making us think Buck's car just arrived at the wedding with him and Tommy, only for Buck and Eddie to walk in together? I see what you did there, 911.

Thank you for reading! If you're looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

[dogloveri23]

hii if your requests are still open could you make a part 2 of the “secrets you never told” alhaitham fic! Tysm!

Dead(Alhaitham x reader)

Pairing: Alhaitham x reader Warning: Mentions of killing and insanity. A/n: Hi my dears. Sorry for being Mia. But it's a new year so I think I'll have to get a posting schedule sooner or later. Anyway... thanks to @qirongsboiledface124 for making a request I'll get to all other requests as quickly as I can. Thanks guys! UID:627473190

"The twelfth of the fatui harbingers. I urge you to confess to your crimes," The annoying voice repeated. You expected much from the Dendro archon. The intellectual out of the seven archons.

The smell of leaves blowing into the night. The tight bonds against your hands. Your body hovered in the centre of the room. The lighting only illuminated you and the archon. It hadn't served its purpose. Your lips were sealed shut.

Despite the many times Nahida had repeated the question, an answer never left your lips. The occasional chuckles and smiles only made the archon gulp harshly in response.

"Why don't you make me? You're meant to be an archon, aren't you? Upholding justice? What good are you if you can't make a simple pawn like myself speak?", You taunted, staring back at her with wide eyes. Your smile had only grown wider as you observed the lady.

Her hands clenched the helm of her skirt tightly as she stared blankly at the ground. She was at a loss. She'd soon give up on your little fight. She almost couldn't recognize you. Your outfit, your hairstyle, your aura. All of it had changed. You were colder. Much much colder. Your eyes had lost their spark and your once calming voice now incited fear.

"I am only trying to get to the bottom of this. It would be better if you cooperated", Nahida reasoned.

"When I have an archon backed into the corner? I'd rather die."

Her eyes search your face for changes. They looked for the smallest detail to show that you were still you. That this was just a sick joke and you didn't hospitalize the acting grand mage of Sumeru. That you didn't fight him and inflict multiple injuries. That you didn't poison him! You did.

Your chin was high and the subtle winks you sent her way showed no sign of repentance. You had come back to Sumeru with a purpose and you had succeded. You didn't intend on staying long but you wanted to make sure that Alhaitham and Linda were six feet under by the time you left.

"Please, this isn't you. You were calm and peaceful. You always knew how to put a smile on people's faces," Nahida reasoned once more this time coming closer to you. She straightened out her posture and her gaze was sharp. She was determined.

She watched your eyes widen and your smile drop. Your movements halted as you stared blankly at a wall. Your breaths quickened as the reality of the situation had truly set in.

"Please, I know you can overcome this"

"What have I done? What have I done?", You mumble lowly allowing Nadia's chest to swell. She was finally getting through to you. All she needed was one more push.

"Please, I know-", Nahida started but your manic laughter filled the room. The poor girl could feel her heart sink to her stomach.

"Don't waste your time Nahida. The sweet girl from before is dead. and you know who killed her?", You ask as her legs stumble backwards. Your hands broke out of the bond with ease. A small gasp escapes Nahida's lips and her legs stumble backwards once more.

You stalked up to her causing her to trip and land on the ground. You could see the sweat dripping down her forehead. You squat down to her eye levels allowing her to fully take in your appearance. The scars on your face, the flyaways of your hair and the brokenness of your eyes.

"They killed me. They did this to me. They killed me and so I did the same Nahida", You said, allowing a smile to play on your lips once more.

As your footprints drew farther away from her in the Sanctuary of Surasthana, she could feel a piece of herself break as well.

[i23kazu]

𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒

these are all my ocs !!! do be nice :-) i've worked hard on them hehehe and i'm glad they get to come out of the basement now, please click on the picrews for better quality ! ! !! | post best viewed in light mode

𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷

he/him | 24 y.o. | modern au genshin !!! | ✦✦✦✦

fontainian intern at tianquan co ( a government agency dealing with policies ) !

lucien is originally from the court of fontaine but studied in liyue for law (ex-classmates with yanfei heheeee) and is now working as an intern ( because the government companies in liyue won't let him full time :") )

he hopes to create a stronger support group for foreigners in liyue to connect them with job opportunities & resource broking heh – he and yanfei work together to try and find loopholes but liyue law is TIGHTT

wishes he could do more though ngl poor bebs

hydro polearm :3 !!!!

it was his flex for a while that he got the same element as the one from his homeland mwahaha

love language : words of affirmation

𝓴𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓱

she/her | 20 y.o. | slight modern au genshin !!! | ✦✦✦✦

LIYUEAN SOCIAL WORKER !!!! <333 she's my representation /cope

masc girl ever

works in liyue's youth sector for the ministry of social affairs !! covers up her tattoo when she goes to work (everyone always asks her why she's wearing a turtleneck in office)

has a wolfcut - mullet - thingy ?? ?? ?

super boisterious like this girl is loud. she's one of beidou's friends & is close to shuying ( my self-insert oc !!! )

yongjia's twin !!! younger than him by 4 mins

does boxing in her spare time

u'll find her organising peaceful protests when she can btw #advocate

pyro claymore !!!

love language : physical touch

𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓲𝓪

he/him | 20 y.o. | slight modern au genshin | ✦✦✦✦

communications manager for a supply company that works with the restaurants of liyue!

kailah's twin !!!! older by 4 minutes

the more reserved sibling – but certain people definitely bring out certain parts of himself

dyed his hair bc he went through the phase of not wanting to look like kailah ..

ask him out with drinks after work, why don't you?

this man has really good memory ... remembers the little things about everybody + analytical ass brain

the brain of the twins, while kailah is the heart

well liked by the aunties of liyue what can i say

geo sword !!!

love language : quality time

𝓼𝓱𝓾𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰

she/ her | 18 y.o. | slight modern au genshin | ✦✦✦✦

studying social work!!! kailah is her mentor & is one of her good friends

she wants to work with little kids in the future!!

is baizhu’s daughter :3

absolutely adores the twins, they’re like the older siblings she never had

has tried to pick up crocheting. never again. her hands were shaking the entire time and she couldn’t do anything

loves giving gifts!!!

tbh shuying is my self insert soooo. if i continue any longer it’ll just be “hey isnt this just ying”

dendro polearm !!!!

love language : physical touch

𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷

he/him | 25 y.o. | modern au genshin | ✦✦✦✦

a librarian at the house of daena :3

loves making friends honestly!! he's down if you're down.. except that some over-excited students take him a bit too seriously and get their hearts crushed

local sweetheart i'm ngl. good with old ladies and good with children. very sweet

family man! will introduce his family one day

heuheuehuue i love him so much,,, this sweetheart,,,

also his name was inspired from a typo btw. just saying

anemo catalyst !!!!

love language : acts of service

picrew one | picrew two

[uhmbrella98]

Daddy is a cheater

Going into this, note this is a fanfic I'm writing for @makeucrawl.

Oc intro!

Vivian Amberson (Small design change but backstory and stuff linked) The fic is in her POV!

LETS GET INTO THE FIC

Daddy is a cheater (Leland Coyle x Dr. Easterman)

Franco was throwing another fit, I tried to make his bottle, I tried snuggling him, I tried reading him a story, but he's been all fussy. Not of it had worked it drove me nuts.

Mommy Gooseberry was out for the day, doing whatever momma's do. I guess she was grocery shopping. But daddy was off of work, he should be in the facility somewhere.

I started to look around, but hearing Franco cry in his room broke my heart. Poor baby probably just needed his mommy and daddy.

"I'm trying buddy, stay strong." I mumbled to myself under my breath as I continued to walk around the facility, trying to see where our father- Leland Coyle- was.

He claimed he was never our father, but it just works out perfectly. He seems to really like mommy, and mommy really likes him. Even Papa Futterman noticed how much she seemed to like him.

"Daddy?" I asked as I looked around, trying to be quiet in case he was busy, but there I saw him, with Dr. Easterman.

I hid behind the corner of the slightly cracked open office door and peered in, noticing what all he was doing.

My heart stopped. Was daddy cheating on mommy? He had the doctor's mouth on his and he was getting called "good boy"?! I was appalled.

"My little k9, oh how you know what gets me going." Dr. Easterman whispered to daddy as my father was straddled on his lap. Daddy just grumbled in response as they continued to kiss.

Daddy and Doctor were kissing?! No way!

I was heartbroken, appalled, hurt. My perfect family was getting destroyed! I didn't know if I should tell mommy or just keep everything a secret.

That was a big secret for met to keep. I definitely couldn't tell baby, he was already fussy, but if he finds out about daddy's infidelity, he'll be crushed.

Think Vivi, think. What should I do?

"Daddy?" I croaked weakly. Daddy shot a nasty glare at me as he noticed me. He got off Mr. Doctor's lap and stormed up to me.

"Hell do you want missy?" He hissed in a dangerously low tone. He seemed so annoyed and pissed off at me for interrupting him.

I nervously gulped before speaking up. "Frankie is fussy again, he wants mommy but mommy is doing mommy stuff and I don't know what else to do." I explained hesitantly.

Daddy rolled his eyes before starting to scold me. "Franco's a grown ass man, he can take care of himself for fucks sake! Can't you see I'm a lil busy?" He shouted at me before I started to tear up.

"Daddy y-you-" *I was interrupted by my father.

"Vivian you're a grown ass woman too, don't go callin' me 'daddy' like I'm responsible for you or some shit!" He continued to shout in anger.

I hung my head low in hurt and sadness. I mumbled out a weak apology before just turning around and went off to find Franco again.

I wiped my tears, having to deal with that terrible fact.

The fact that daddy is a cheater.

The End

Author notes:

Sorry if this is short, I haven't made many finished fanfics before and I don't write too often, but I felt like writing some good ol' angst.

This is based on the fics that @makeucrawl makes and I wrote this with their permission, so thank you for that.

Everyone reading this, have a nice day/night/whatever, drink some water, have a small snack, thank you for supporting me

Y'all are all amazing <3

[icyblogs]

ft. yanderes x fem! reader

cw: obsessive themes, implied murder, implied stalking, uh idk slight NSFW mention a lil bit of self care. wc: 837

author's note: hello this is my first drabble? post? ahem yeah. can realistically be anyone, as no names are specifically mentioned, but i like to think that it's a pair of no good doers from marble hornets + plus a certain lanky man w/ a pair of hatchets.

Thinking about a crybaby reader. One who tries their damnest to be strong- to put up a strong front but once the tears start, they seldom stop.

Thinking about being easily manipulated while you’re like that. A sweet little bunny, staring at them wide eyed as your friends are murdered helplessly in front of you. Thrashing all you want to try and stop it from happening- but in the end, you’re just too weak. Too.. susceptible. It’s truly a shame how easily someone could take advantage of you.

Thinking about them taking advantage of you when you were in a situation you didn’t even realize you were apart of. Of course you didn’t realize that your old friend roped you into a world that you should’ve never been apart of. But alas, your friend had dug too deep into the myths, wandered a little too far into the forests; it was only a matter of time before her and all of her friends, old and new were stalked looked after. Including you of course!

Started off as a simple inquiry into your life- to make sure you didn’t know anything about them. You didn’t, that much was clear but soon they knew all about you. And well, you…you were quite charming. You were a homebody that much was clear- never straying too far from home unless needed. You lived in a cozy apartment- really it was such an adorable place- with all your mugs matching your personality effortlessly- or the books splayed out along your bookshelves that you barely touched. Maybe it was the simplicity of it all- the blankets sprawled out on the couches, clearly in constant use. Or maybe it was your cute little laptop that you always kept on your desk, adorned with characters from media you deemed worthy of blessing the device. It was easy to tell you had a type!

You were so insecure, for lack of a better term, in the way you presented yourself whenever you went outside. Wearing shirts and sweatshirts that were always one or two sizes too big for you- effectively hiding your curves from all who could see you. Tennis shoes on the daily- hair lazily brushed or thrown back into a ponytail. It was .. interesting to see you like this whenever you went out- clearly not dressing to impress anyone rather than yourself and your comfort.

Yet you still caught someone’s eye. Hm. A friend of a friend whom you met at a party. You guys were at a party.. of sorts and hit it off with some mild persuading from your friends. It was easy to tel that it was one of your first relationships and you hung to every word from him- and you guys went on for quite a few months. It was almost humorous watching you follow him around like a lost puppy- and yet a tug in their hearts happened when he broke up with you.

You poor poor thing, all because you didn’t want to warm his bed, so to speak. It’s a shame really- it’s just so sad- you didn’t even realize it wasn’t him that sent a message for you to come over to his place only to find out he was fucking another girl. )= Ah such a shame you had to find out that way.. but it was worth all the videos of your heartbroken expressions!

Thinking about a heartbroken reader. Such a poor thing, resorting to hiding within your shell and barely going outside even more so than usual. Stressing baking and cooking- Your cookies were definitely the best you’ve baked so far! And you even kept them in this cute little cookie jar.. really it was adorable. Resorting to playing little cute video games by yourself or delving into reading to take your mind off of.. him.. and of course not to mention when your hand wanders into your cute little panties to try and get yourself off. Always late at night when you think no one is watching, curtains absentmindedly open- because who would be able to see you on the third floor? Always unsatisfied, even when your fingers find themselves wandering down into your underwear- desperately trying to get yourself off. You never are able to of course, your inexperience shining through, clear as day, the dull pleasure there but never able to peak.

Thinking about a reader who thinks that there is no one out there for her. That she is just not.. right for love. That no one finds her attractive- or worthy for that matter of actually , well, liking her. Alas, time goes on- Time eventually heals as a year passes. Trying to break out of your self imposed shell, you reconnect with old friends- and of course one conveniently going out of her way to make sure you’re going with them for a cute little vacation in the woods for a Halloween get together. Because you guys are such close friends, of course you had to go! And despite every warning bell telling you not to, you accept the offer.

=)

[atropalugosi]

Made a sequel to this post for y'all 😌 was gunna actually write smut but backed out at the last second whoops. Hope y'all enjoy a tiny bit of spice with our lovely Donna 🖤

"Take a break," Donna commands rather than asks. Valeria complies easily, arching back in her seat and humming contently when her poor spine pops and cracks. After the... complete fucking fiasco beforehand, the two florists got right to work on dollmaking. Donna seemed very in her element here in the workshop, and over their last break she had confided in Valeria about her family business. It broke the younger woman's heart to hear about the tragedies of the Beneviento family, but she was happy to be there to comfort Donna.

And she had to admit, she was having a good time learning a new skill with Donna's help. She was a good teacher, giving concise instructions and genuinely helpful advice whenever Valeria appeared stuck or unsure. It made the redhead feel very good about her first attempt at working with porcelain. Her doll was absolutely novice, not nearly as detailed as she imagined Donna would be able to make, but for a first go at something new she was proud of herself.

"I suppose I could use a rest," Valeria sighs. Making a pillow with her arms she lays her head upon the crafting table, watching the older woman inspect her work intensely. She checks over the joints and looks for any blemishes that may lead to breaks down the road, but finding none, she gives a content little 'hm!' and sets it down gently.

"You're a quick learner," she offers kindly, making Valeria preen. The girl might be embarrassed at how easily she took to praise if she weren't in such a good mood.

"Thanks Donna, but honestly, I think you're just a really good instructor."

"Don't cut yourself short," Donna tuts. She looks deadly serious, gaze locked with her mentee, making the young woman swallow harshly. "I mean it, you have a real talent for the arts. An eye for beauty, I suppose."

"You're beautiful," Valeria responds breathlessly. The brunette furrows her brows, looking away stiffly and Valeria quickly sits up, worried she overstepped. "I-I'm sorry, I just, you were saying such nice things and you look so pretty and serene in your element and-"

"If you keep this up, I'll never be able to let you go," the dollmaker husks, bringing colour to Valeria's cheeks.

"What if... I don't want you to either?" She asks tentatively, leaning closer to her mentor. Donna looks back at her like she'd said something most outrageous, but Valeria simply offers a smile, setting her hand across the table for her to take. And she does, slender fingers intertwining with Valeria's as she steps closer to the girl until she's looking down on her.

"I do not think you understand just what you're offering," Donna huffs, a bit of a dark look in her eyes. It sends a thrilling chill down the redhead's spine. "I'd want to keep you all to myself, far from the leering eyes of my neices or anyone else that's tried to steal you away."

Valeria shakes her head slightly at that. Couldn't Donna see yet that she had no interest in anyone else? Least of all Cassandra Dimitrescu and her playboy persona. Pulling the other woman closer until their knees are touching, she keeps eye contact so Donna can really read her.

"I only have eyes for you anyway," she confesses with heated cheeks. "Professor Dimitrescu wasn't wrong calling me your pet, I'd follow you anywhere Donna."

And with that, the botanist is upon her, pulling Valeria to stand and feverishly kissing her. The girl squeals at the suddenness of the kiss, but quickly reciprocates, hands finding their way around Donna's strong shoulders. Donna responds in kind, taking hold of her hips and pushing her back into the workbench gently. After only a few moments the two seperate to catch their breath, Valeria smiling like a fool at the older woman's flushed face. She wouldn't in a million years have expected Donna to make the first move, but she absolutely was going to enjoy it and pray this confidence lasted.

Leaning in for another kiss garners unexpected but not unappealing results as Valeria finds herself lifted and sat upon the table, Donna standing pressed between her legs, and she can't help but squirm and bite her lip at the closeness. Donna plants her palms on the girl's thighs, squeezing them gently and looking delighted at the gasp it gets her.

"I would like you to refer to me the same way you did in front of Alcina. Can you do that for me?" she asks sweetly, looking at Valeria through her lashes.

"Sì mammina," she squeaks, fighting her embarrassment and losing. Donna pecks her on the nose though and suddenly her slip up from earlier isn't so mortifying.

"Brava bambola."

Valeria is pretty sure her entire brain short circuits at that. Fuck being her kitten, hello to a life of being Donna's personal doll to be toyed with whenever. Would she actually treat her like a precious porcelain doll? Dressing her in fancy clothes and touching her oh so gently so as not to break her? Or maybe she would joyfully destroy her knowing she has the expertise to piece her doll back together seamlessly? Or-

"You're lost in that pretty head again," Donna laughs lightly, bringing Valeria back to earth. "Is this okay, or? We can stop, I got a bit carried away."

"No! No, I- we," Valeria shakes her head clear and pulls Donna closer, wrapping her legs around her hips. "I want to keep going, really! Fammi tuo mammina."

Like a switch flipped within her, Donna pushes Valeria back until she's flush against the tabletop and crawls over the redhead, straddling her. She kisses her again, hands exploring the girl's torso like an expert craftsman inspecting a fine piece of art. She runs her palms over her ribs and stops teasingly just below her chest, thumbs brushing along the curves. Tentatively the dollmaker cups her love's breasts, carefully massaging happy little moans from the girl beneath her.

Valeria for her part is feeling up Donna's arms and back, relishing in the strength she finds there. Knowing that Donna could probably do whatever she wanted to her, but seeing how restrained and gentle she was being made her heart swell with warmth. This woman truly made her feel so safe and cared for and good god was she going to do everything in her power to make her feel the same. Donna's lips stray from hers, kissing a path from her cheek to her jaw to her neck, and the redhead sighs contently until-

"Ow!" Valeria hisses, being rudely interrupted from her sweet thoughts by a foreign feeling in her neck. "Did you just bite me?"

Donna doesn't look sorry in the slightest, kissing the offended patch of skin before teasingly nipping her again.

"You asked me to make you mine," she breathes against the girl's neck, eliciting goosebumps. "I'm just making sure everyone else knows it."

[beautifulchris]

fate brought us together again — 18. down memory lane

⤷ pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

⤷ synopsis: after spending two years abroad, you come back to the only college that accepted you; the same chris goes to

⤷ genre: smau, college!au, exes to lovers!au, fluff, angst, humor, romance, drama

⤷ tw: manipulative behavior

⤷ wc: 0,4k under the cut

you weren’t going to lie, the exchange made you feel a little frustrated. you were looking forward to this hang out because chris wanted to show you a new song 3racha made before joining the guys for karaoke. you quickly texted him saying you were running late and went to yowon’s place.

she was waiting for you by the door, pulling on your wrist the second you let go of your shoes. she only dropped it when you were seated on her couch. well, her parent’s couch.

“you’re gonna want to stay seated for this one,” she claims, standing, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“is it bad?”

“depends for who. so, i’ve been told that you were planning on leaving. that's a good thing! you’re gonna see another country and stuff.”

how does she know? i’ve never told anyone except my parents and they don’t talk to her…

“and since chris is staying here, you’re gonna break up with him, right?”

what?

“wait. why are you bringing him up?”

“come on y/n, have you thought about the guy? you haven't told him you were leaving yet? well, now’s your chance to free him! i’m gonna be honest with you, y/n.” she approached you until you were at eye level. “he would be happier without you. you’re making him feel unwanted, unloved.”

really…?

“everyone can see it but you,” she sighed as she straightened.

the tears threatened to fall, you were shaking a little, staring at your hands on your knees.

“oh, poor y/n,” yowon cooed as she sat next to you, putting a hand over your shoulders, “you need to face reality. i had to tell you, for your own sake. you’re leaving next week, right? you should break up with him by then.”

she might as well be right…

“I… I need to go.”

“of course, I understand. take care, lovely.” you couldn't see the triumphant smile yowon was wearing. if you did, perhaps the outcome would've been different…

by the time you reached the door, tears were running down your face. you almost fell over your shoes because you were rushing out.

turned out yowon met one of your parents at the mall and soothed them into telling her your plans. two days later, you broke up with chris, just like she wanted.

a few hours before leaving for france, yowon told you the truth. she had eyes on chris for some time and the fact you were leaving was helping her greatly in her schemes to get to him.

if your heart wasn't shattering during the break up, it was certainly shattering now.

you left with a heavy heart (but came back stronger).

chapter 17 | masterlist | chapter 19

notes: as a thank you for 200 followers and because it's short, i'm posting between the "every two days" meaning there's another chapter coming tomorrow! yay!

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[hidden-poet]

0/10 Edmund should have come back to life, rescued us from the capitol, killed snow and taken us back to district 12 🙄.

Jk jk that was so good 😭 it makes me so sad though because she was never going to have a good ending, even right from the start snow was never going to give up. And yet my heart still broke as I read this.

Just little things like how she lies on the grass even when they bring her a picnic blanket is just 😭😭 she just misses home so much IM CRYING NOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

this was so well written and I was so angry like I just wanted a happy ending for our girl 😭 Yk I’ve never read a snow fic where snow doesn’t win.

I’ll have to read again when I have the emotional capacity and I’m sure I’ll notice more. But when you get the supply closet scene and it’s just a reminder that he will NEVER change and her words have never and will never mean anything to him :(( and she just has to accept it.

when she’s talking about how he hasn’t hit her in years but she’s sure it’s just because she’s always either pregnant or with one of the babies 😭😭😭😭 you broke my heart. Our poor girl. She’s forever scared of him. when she steps back from him bc she thinks he’s going to hurt her for asking to see her family even right after birth. CRYING.

He was so much worse in this part than any other imo. The manipulation. and here we (me) were thinking he would calm the fuck down once he had her in the capitol 😭.

omfg when he says he “had” to name the baby without her 🙄 boy you’re the president you know full well you could have waited for her.

The BJ scene made me laugh though. He is just a man 😂.

This man makes me SICK 😭 I know what I get into with fics with PRESIDENT SNOW like I said they never end with reader having any semblance of independence.

thank you for this masterpiece. I will be out of action crying for the next week. As an Edmund stan I’m still hurt 🥲. They *should* have been his babies.

long time anon with my long messages but thought I’d not this time since if I could leave a comment this long on the actual post I would have <3

snow lands on top, unfortunately

Thank you! thank you! thank you!

I like to think that the end is a nice compromise for the reader and Coriolanus.

Coriolanus got to 're-write history' like he wanted. He is finally living the life he thought was owed to him before the war. I really did try and paint him as someone who wasn't a bad person inherently, but has learnt to only feel safe if he has total control over everything.

The base line for his character was the line "He wasn’t a violent man, only a man capable of violence". he wants nice things, and power, and to feel unconditionally loved. He's not above using violence to get them.

And the reader got a life where she never had to worry about her children. The reader was very maternal, but if you remembered back to chapter 3 (i think) she talks about being worried about raising them in the district, and what that would mean for them.

I like to think she was generally happy in later life with her kids. She got to experience the luxury of the Capitol, and got to give her children the best life out of everyone in Panem.

While it is sad she never got to see her family again, as someone who has children very dear to her in her life, i would trade anything for their comfort and protection.

Coriolanus was a good father, and a tyrant husband. I think she could appreciate him in relation to fatherhood. Maybe, even warm to him as the father of her children. But in her heart, he will always be commander Snow to her, and that's put a road block on development of their relationship.

Thank you so much for coming along the journey with me.

I hope to create something else that you can invest in just as much.

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[ankmankpank]

Tae Young x reader🤍

Tw: throwing up

I already have a post related to this, in a nutshell, you’re Robaire’s 15 year old little sister! Long story short, he wasn’t home a lot bc band n work, while that you got absolutely ruined and traumatized, n your parents decided it would be better if you spent the summer with him. You got a small crush on Tae(who’s 17 here) and he got a RAGING crush on you :D

(Won’t be related to anything in this but I hc reader/you/Y/N/YOUKNOWWHATIMEAN as chubbier, but anything u like)

-you were sitting on the bathroom floor.

-next to the toilet, mentally begging to finally throw up

-but you couldn’t.

-fuck.

-you were with the band at their beach house

-were, until your friends decided to throw a party nearby!

-did Robaire allow you to go?

-no.

-did you go?

-yes!

-are you sitting next to the toilet at 3:30am, really about to throw up but you can’t and you’re about to cry?

-yes!

-well Y/N you sucked this dick

-at least nobody’s awake, so they can’t scold you

-in the morning you’d just say that it’s good that they didn’t let you go because you got totally sick!

-ugh

-this was your first time throwing up with your piercing!(if you got it on the mouth, bc yes you have one)

-throwing up my ass, you tried to shove your finger down your throat and everything to make yourself finally throw up

-but nothing

-so you’ll just hope that you won’t fall asleep here

-not like you can, you feel horrible

-so hugging your legs to your chest and resting your forehead on your knees may be the maximum you can do until it comes from itself

-…

-you’ll never drink again

-this is horrible

-“Are you okay?”

-HEART ATTACK

-but it’s just Tae

-hi Tae

-girl if you saw the face you looked up at him with😭

-he smiled at you

-with such a dorky smile

-“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. What’s up? Can I come in?”

-FUCK him and how nice he is

-“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

-he sat down in front of you on the bathroom carpet, with.. yoghurt in hand?

-“You went to the party, right?”

-…

-“Yeah.”

-how can he put such a big spoon in his mouth?

-“Were you hungry?”

-you seriously cared, why would he eat yoghurt right now?

-“Ymeah, I’m usually asleep at this time but I didn’t have the time to eat anything before going to sleep, so I woke up. Always do when I don’t have dinner.”

-he shrugged, crossing his legs as he sat

-and shoving yoghurt into his face

-being adorably talkative

-“And when did you leave?”

-as he asked his, he spread his legs around and laid on his back

-“Around midnight. I had a friend down the road to pick me up..”

-you said, taking a deep breath

-those painful ones

-looking at him with an expression what… definitely describes that you want to throw up at this point to be over it, but can’t.

-his heart broke

-“You’re gonna survive it.”

-he looked up at you, eating the yoghurt as he laid on the cold tiles

-plus the little carpet under him, but not much more

-…

-“I like your pjs.”

-Tae giggled at this

-blushed too, but he laid his head back on the floor before you could see it

-you made him giggle!

-are you… better than everyone?

-“Thanks. It matches with T., but he doesn’t like wearing shirts to sleep, so you can’t really tell. He has them in whole pants, though.”

-it made sense

-it was a purple shirt with some pattern and a pair of black shorts

-it looked cute on him

-cute is another thing though

-what he finds you right now

-you were obviously drunk, but at least he could spend time with you

-and you looked painfully funny

-if you’d pay attention to it, you would notice that you’re blushing too

-but sadly you didn’t

-too busy with being about to throw up

-you hated this

-…

-if throw up..

-you felt worse

-way worse..

-…

-“I’m gonna throw up.”

-“Woah.”

-poor yoghurt..

-because Tae immediately threw it on the ground

-and rushed over to you to hold your hair

-and pat your back

-…

-Tae didn’t like the sounds of you throwing up neither, but being there for you was much more important now

-he didn’t expect the first interaction what he would have with you and it’s not a small talk would be this

-but he didn’t complain

-he liked your company

-even when you were in agony

-and he actually felt great that he could be there with you

-poor you though..

-“Feeling better?”

-he brushed the hair out of your face when you finally raised your head from the toilet

-then he reached to flush the toilet

-“Yeah.”

-you couldn’t help but smirk a little

-“Thanks.”

-you were so beautiful.

-fuck you were so beautiful

-he just got one of these adrenaline rushes when you want to scream

-“You’re very welcome.”

-…

-“My parents told me that when I was a baby and they gave me to Robaire for him to burp me, I threw up all over his back..”

-“Let me get you some water.”

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

-“Good morning. Quick question, do you have any idea why is the bathroom carpet white?”

-it was Jesse who came into your room in the morning

-seemingly confused when he saw Tae with you

-“Ooh, yeah.”

-Tae raised his head from the set of cards he had in hand, which he tried to hide from you even while you two were literally laying next to each other.

-“Sorry, Y/N got sick at midnight and I ate yoghurt with her. All fine now though.”

-that was.. kind of too believable to deny.

-good.

-“I’m fine.”

-“You’re cleaning up then.”

-“Sir yes sir!”

-Tae saluted as he said this

-“HA I saw your cards!”

-“NOOO”

[marmeegle]

Lillimae Evans is a Love-Sick Fool (fic)

can YOU handle a messy one sided lesbian pining fic ? *not clickbait*

authors note: hello lillimae lives in my head rent free she's such a creature she can never win she's hopelessly in love im obsessed with her. here's a post-tnp draft of her navigating life after leaving raaian with her best friend that she kinda loves but also drugged a few times and therefore is on remarkably poor terms with who has a new hot bf that she wishes were her but she also kinda wants to smash

i said it was messy so like. click if you're down keep scrolling if you arent

Lillimae can’t tell you when she fell in love. She thinks it must have been during the Bloom, because she can remember really wanting to kiss Naivara during the light show. The only reason she didn’t was because she could hear Killian in the back of her mind: girls don’t kiss. 

There were some girls who kissed in town, but Lily saw the way folks treated them. The things people said. A woman’s job is to have kids, and so on. Depriving the town of people, choosing not to contribute, forsaking the forefathers. 

So Lily decided she could probably live without kissing Naivara, and decided to earn her keep kissing boys. Easy money. In theory. In reality the ‘boys’ were rude and strong and they got a kick out of hurting her. But it only happened like, three times a week. The four other days were a dream. 

Naivara, Naivara, Naivara.

Lily did her best to be normal. To be a decent roommate. To clean and help around the house and take out garbage. Lily cooked and chopped fruit and pretended she was just being nice but all she wanted to do was love. But she wasn’t brave enough to do that behind closed doors. 

And she isn’t brave enough to do it now. 

Mason ruined everything. That’s what Lillimae tells herself. If Mason weren’t in the picture, Naivara and her would be neck-deep in a whirlwind romance. 

Lillimae is stuck. Naivara’s mad and she has the right to be. Dosing her was stupid, but it worked. The end justifies the means. That’s what Lillimae says to herself when she watches Mason place a kiss on Naivara’s forehead. 

Naivara is safe. Naivara is alive.

So Lillimae beats her love into a bloody pulp and endures tutoring with Savan, who is gracious enough to set her up for success in a brand new world. She already knows how to spell one word: Lillimae. Who taught her? Guess. 

They make landfall: Savan gets an apartment, and Lillimae is not invited. Neither is Mason. Mason finds a hostel. Lillimae finds a pretty girl.

Pretty girl in question has skin like amber and eyes like sapphires. She makes direct eye contact. She dances, drinks, and smirks. Her dress is scandalous. And before Lillimae knows it, she’s three knuckles deep in the wrong fucking dream. 

Her name is Emily. 

Emily is mouthy. Emily likes being man-handled. She gets wet when Lillimae is mean to her and has virtually zero shame, but she’s hot and pretty and has a bed bigger than Naivara’s. So it’s a win. 

Emily likes scrambled eggs and toast. Orange juice on the side. Lillimae does everything right and Emily does nothing wrong, but once or twice Lillimae catches herself making sun eggs for the brown-eyed girl that broke her heart. 

And Emily, who is very sweet but ultimately stupid, think’s Lillimae loves her. And Lily isn’t about to burst that bubble. She likes a roof over head and a warm bed is nothing to scoff at. So she pays a little rent and she starts grabbing groceries and suddenly she’s making breakfast and before she knows it, Emily and her are a couple. 

It doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel feel good or bad, not until they turn a corner and Lily sees her brown-eyed girl in the arms of some green-eyed-guy. The green-eyed-guy. Mason. Stupid Mason with his nice face and kind eyes and patient spirit. It’s aggravating. He does everything right and Lillimae wants nothing more than to punish him for it. 

Except when she tries to think up a punishment it involves fucking him stupid, for some reason. Lillimae can only think about it for half a second before she starts imagining things she shouldn’t. 

So. Wrong place, wrong time. 

“Oh, hey Lily,” Naivara says. She’s cheery and sweet, the way she can’t help being in a new world with a new guy. Mason smiles but Lillimae knows he’s just being polite.

“Hey,” Lillimae says. 

“Who are you?” Emily asks. 

Naivara pauses, and Lillimae drags a hand down her face. Mason nudges Naivara behind him and he glowers pointedly at Emily with a furrowed brow. 

“Who are you?” He asks. 

“Emily,” she says. “Lillimae’s girlfriend.”

That’s the moment Naivara and Mason could have ruined her. The moment they could have unleashed hell. One question could have blown up her entire relationship. You have a girlfriend? Would have been enough for Emily to end things then and there. 

Instead, they throw on smiles and pretend Lily has brought her up and they were soooo sorry that schedules just weren’t working out for an opportunity to meet. Except when they left the first question out of Emily’s mouth is “Why didn’t you tell me about them?”

And Lillimae decides: fuck it. 

“They lied,” she says. “They didn’t know about you. They were trying to be nice. I didn’t tell them about you. You weren’t supposed to meet.” 

“Why not?” She asks. “Why don’t you want me meeting your friends?”

“You haven’t introduced me to your friends.”

“Well I was planning on it,” she says. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m not being weird.”

“Everything about that was weird,” Emily says. 

“You are making it weird,” she says. 

“You looked at her weird,” Emily mutters, and Lillimae doubles down. 

“When did I agree to be your girlfriend?” Lillimae asks. 

“What the fuck are you on about?” Emily asks. “We aren’t girlfriends?” 

“I wouldn’t call it that-”

“You know what I’d call it?” She asks. “Over.” 

Lillimae spends that night on the beach. The cold weedles deep into her heart. She debates going back to Emily, debates saying sorry, debates a lot of things. 

She thinks long and hard about how she wants to spend her new life in this new world. 

Emily or Naivara. 

Naivara. Always Naivara. 

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 39

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more? Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Chapter 39

Kicking the can down the alley

”And here’s a little duck. Little duck goes ’quack!’ Can you say ’quack,’ sweet angel?”

“Ga!” Ian plucked the rubber bird from his mother’s hand. Drool trickled as he gnawed on it. Like a dog on a bone. Effie smiled. He’d done that a lot lately. Everything and everyone was a chew toy.

Another tooth on the way, probably.

His sister gingerly touched a green turtle floating in the water. With the bird’s head still in his mouth, Ian babbled a string of nonsense words her way. The secret language only they understood. Amy answered with a curt “un-nuh” and splashed her hands about. Belly-laughed when the toys bobbed.

The sight of those two broke through the melancholy in her heart. Effie chuckled.

“My darlings. What would I do without you?”

She found the blue watering can at the bottom of the tub and showered the girl’s sprawled out fingers.

“Water feels nice doesn’t it, sweetling?” Amy held her hands out for the toy and Effie gave it to her. “Remember your first time? So angry. Downright furious when I put you in the bath seat. And dada, tugging at my sleeve the whole time. ‘The water’s too hot. The water’s too cold.’”

Amy flashed a smile at the silly mom voice. She was ahead of her brother in the tooth department. Two little rice grains had sprouted up in the middle of her lower jaw. They never failed to make Haymitch laugh when she laughed.

“Yes, your poor, sweet, handsome father”, Effie said. “If he’d gotten his way we would’ve waited until you were covered in grime.”

“What’s the damn hurry?” he’d whined into her neck that day. Eyes on his crying baby, it was all he could do not to snatch the girl up and make a run for it. “They’re like a minute old! Why d’ya have to torment her like this?”

“There we go,” Effie cooed and adjusted Amy against the daisy-shaped bath pillow. “Don’t worry, precious. I’ll be quick about it. Just a few more moments and then a soft, cozy bathrobe’s waiting for you. Haymitch, stop poking my shoulder. Everything’s under control. If this is too overwhelming for you, go do something useful instead. Wash the dishes. Take a nap. We both know you need it.”

“Why don’t you make me, sweetheart?” Haymitch snarled. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“She’s not in pain. She’s not in any danger. A bit surly perhaps. You’d know. You have virtually the same reaction every time I tell you to bathe.”

Haymitch didn’t even dignify that with a response. Anguish radiated off of him like heat.

Who could blame him? A newborn’s cry, before they really got the lungs for it, was the most pitiful, heartbreaking sound around. And Haymitch had never been able to handle children crying. Any cry.

Like the Victory Tour for instance. Those endless nights at the train. You could set your watch by him. The moment Katniss’s bloodcurdling screams pierced the stillness he’d stagger down the narrow, rocking corridor to her room.

Effie’s room that was. Even in his state, Haymitch knew better than most that the last thing the girl wanted when coming out of a nightmare was her cross-eyed, whiskey-reeking mentor at the door. He could be as concerned and well-meaning as he liked.

But the escort? Good ol’ Effs Trinket. She was fair game. Free to bother. Probably going over tomorrow’s schedule anyway.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered as the door slid shut behind him. “She gon' scream herself from district to district?” And without even a side-glance he crossed Effie’s chamber and hurled himself onto the bed.

“Well, hello to you too,” said Effie from the depths of an armchair. Clipboard in hand. Hair covered up. “Don’t be shy. Make yourself comfortable.”

Another hair-raising cry, three doors down. Haymitch flinched like someone put a bullet in him. He grabbed the nearest pillow and pressed it over his head.

“Oh, that poor thing,” Effie sighed. “I wish we could do something. I gave her pills to sleep. But she won’t take them anymore.”

“Course not,” Haymitch muttered, curled up on the mattress. “I’d pick a nightmare over your so-called sleeping pills any day.”

“You never tried them.”

“Nor will I.” He sniffed. “Could use a bottle though. Or three. Got any? I ain’t picky.”

“You know I don’t. And don’t tell me you’ve already finished the ones in your room?”

“My room. Peeta’s.”

“Haymitch!”

“What? He won’t miss ‘em. You should thank me. No underage drinking on my watch.”

“How incredibly considerate.” She returned to the clipboard. Scribbled a few words in the margins. Wasn’t until five minutes passed that she raised her head again, ears pricked up.

“Listen,” she said. “So quiet.” And in a low, conspiratory voice: “Do you know what I think? I think it’s Peeta. He’s gone to her room again.”

“That a fact?”

“I’ve seen it. With my own eyes. So did Octavia. He’s probably in her bed right now, as we speak.”

“Octavia’s?”

“Katniss’s of course!”

“Wow. Breaking news, sweetheart. As usual you’re the last to know. And so what? If they need a lil’ comfort, I say go for it. If there’s one person in this rotten world who can give that girl some peace of mind it’s Peeta.”

“So no red flags?” Effie’s voice brimmed over with frustration. “Two teenagers, teeming with hormones. Together. In bed. Night after night. It doesn’t make you the least bit concerned?”

“They’re just kids, Eff.”

“To you maybe.” She dropped the clipboard on the side table. “I sat her down earlier. Just the two of us. A much needed talk, I’d say. On this train I am the closest thing she has to a mother, you know,” she said, head high like: “Don’t you dare take this away from me.”

“Talk about what, sweetheart? The birds and the bees?”

“Someone had to.”

“Jesus …”

”And I tried, Haymitch! I tried to bring up the importance of being prepared. Several times. But that girl! It was all ‘I have a headache, Effie’ and ‘We promise to make an effort to be more discreet, Effie’ – which they don’t, I might add. So.” She reached under the table, where her purse resided. “I need you to bring Peeta these.”

Ignoring a direct order from Effie Trinket was a lost cause. Finally, Haymitch heaved a great sigh and pulled himself to sitting. Leaky-eyed. Hair on end. A look on his face like Buttercup when bothered.

“What is this?” He squinted at the package on his lap. The letters.

And in the span of two seconds he’d all but sobered up.

“You havin’ sex, Eff? Cause I don’t think I’m that cool ‘bout you getting your rocks off while everything falls apart ‘round us.”

Effie sighed. Rubbed the space between her eyebrows, like getting a headache.

“You know what? Sometimes I wonder if you were dropped as a child. Do I look frisky to you? How would I even get the time? With our schedule? Every sensible adult in the Capitol carries a couple of these. And even if I wanted a few minutes of stress relief, I don’t need your permission, do I?”

“Minutes?” Haymitch scoffed. “What loser guys are you hanging with?”

Ignoring that last remark, Effie nodded to the packet. “They haven’t expired yet so you will give them to Peeta as soon as possible and, if need be, explain how to put them on.”

“I don’t want …”

“I don’t care what you want. I will not have a teen pregnancy on my conscience. It would be our fault, you know. We’re the adults here. So yes. You will do what I say. Or I swear to God, Haymitch: You won’t see another bottle from here on out to the Capitol and back again! I mean it. No wine. No whiskey. Nothing. So the choice is yours, mister. Take it or leave it.”

Oh, if looks could kill.

“No wonder you’re not gettin’ laid.” He turned the bag over. Eyed it from every direction. “Well, at least it’s not some weird-ass shit with flavour.”

“Nothing but the best for my victors.” Effie adjusted the bandana wrapped around her hair. “Honestly, Haymitch. What would you do without me? This team would fall to bits if it weren’t for my glue.”

But Haymitch didn’t listen as usual.

“’Shaped to fit you perfectly,’” he read. “’Super thin for a closer feeling’. Hm.” He glanced Effie’s way. Her slender leg crossed over the other. ”We could uh … try one out first? See if they’re up to par.”

Effie threw him a dirty look.

”And if they’re not? If one of them breaks while you’re inside me we’ll just … what? Recommend they try a different brand?”

“Please.” Haymitch lounged back against her pillow, arm behind his neck. “I’m damaged goods, princess. Don’t deliver no more. 20 odd years in a marinade of hard liquor? They’re swimming in circles by now.”

Effie grimaced at the painted picture. Spurred by his success Haymitch added: “I bet I could come in you ten times and not put you in a family way. Even if I had a swimmer or two still worth their salt I’d say it’s risk free.” A smile creased his lips. “You’re well past your childbearing years at this point, aren’t you sweetheart?”

“I am not!” Two red spots spread rapidly across Effie’s cheeks. “I’m most certainly still fertile, you big old brute! Make no mistake! If I straddled you right now to have a baby I would get a baby! So watch that mouth or maybe I’ll do it!”

And with a dramatic huff through her nose, like only Effie could, she retrieved the clipboard.

“You really know how to make a girl drier than dead leaves, don’t you? And here I thought you didn’t approve of me having sex.”

“Yeah, but,” Haymitch shrugged. “If I’m included, it would have its perks.”

“Meaning: you get to have sex.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re exhausting. Do you charm all ladies this way or am I just lucky? What’s next? You won’t give Peeta the package unless I put out?”

Haymitch rolled his eyes.

“Course I’ll give them the bloody condoms. If you wanna waste”, he studied the bag, “ten to fifteen good times on a couple o’ kids who are barely past holding hands.”

He dropped the goodies on the night table, with a disappointed grunt.

“You’re missing out,” he said and fluffed her pillow up, making himself comfortable. “Could’ve had some of the best orgasms of your life, Trinket. Just sayin’.”

“Yes, being smothered by you and your whiskey breath while you struggle to put it in is a real turn-on.”

Haymitch yawned in response. Laced his fingers together over the bulging belly.

“Don’t yawn,” Effie snapped. “You’re not staying. Don’t close those eyes! Argh! Where am I supposed to sleep?”

But it was pointless to continue. The soft snores of Twelve’s mentor already filled the room. Conquered – this round, anyway – Effie ditched the clipboard for the second time that night. Slippers on, she pulled a blanket over her shoulders and padded down the corridor.

Katniss and Peeta both looked younger asleep. With bated breath, Effie peered through the round window of the girl’s compartment.

Their shapes were barely visible in the dim light. Katniss’s hair so dark against the pillow. The boy with his arm around her, guarding her against the terrors of night.

Inseverable.

My sweet children. The glass felt cool against Effie’s fingertips. I hope you get a dreamless sleep.

“Ud,” said Ian, bringing her back to reality. He let go of the duck’s head with a loud plop and Effie managed a smile.

“Sorry, dear ones. I was miles away.”

“Mmmm-uh.” Ian pointed out in space.

Effie kissed the tip of his finger and said, “You, you loved water from the get go. Pure bliss. I don’t think anyone’s ever enjoyed a bath as much as you did. So, naturally, dada was right back at the door because now it was too quiet.”

She chuckled at the memory.

“Just look at that face, Haymitch,” she’d told him. “He thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.”

Haymitch winced.

“Don’t say that.”

“Sorry. He believes he slept on the train over and woke up at a Capitol spa. Snug as a bug in a rug.”

C-r-e-e-a-k …

The sound turned her eyes on the ceiling. Her daydream shattered in an instant. A door, overhead. It closed the way in opened. Gently. As if the one doing it didn’t want to disturb anybody.

Or make the headache worse.

Her heart sank, lips pressed together. But she composed herself for the children’s sake. Smoothed a lock of strawberry hair from Amy’s forehead.

“Dada’s awake.”

The stairs complained under his weight. He lingered on every step as he made his way down. Painfully slow. You could tell just by his footfalls how hungover he really was. At least, if you’d known him as long as Effie had.

When the clock struck four she wanted him here. Of course she did. She would make sure. But she’d lie if she said his absence wasn’t a relief. Things were far from ready. So Haymitch tucked away for a couple more hours? Nothing but good news. Given his current state he was hardly an assent anyway.

A groan came over his lips once he reached the hallway. A groan. A sigh. The scratch of his beard when he rubbed through it.

Just go. Get some fresh air. Go!

Pointless. Amy grasped for Ian’s rubber duck and her brother squeaked a protest.

One second. Two. Strained, shallow breaths right outside the door.

“Eff?”

Her eyes closed shut.

A soft knock. Just a tap of knuckles. “Eff, you in there? Talk to me, sweetheart. Please?”

She heaved a soundless breath, eyes on the twins.

“It’s open, Haymitch.”

The door creaked ajar. Just an inch or two. A pair of blood-shot eyes peered at her through the crack.

“Hey.” The voice was thick and he cleared his throat. “Can I … mind if I come in?”

When she didn’t fire a resounding no he crossed the threshold. Left the door open though, in case he needed a quick escape. He scratched his nose, eyes going from Effie to the kids and back again.

“So, I …”

“We’re almost done in here,” Effie cut him off. “You need to change. Take a shower. I laid out some clothes for you. Ordered them weeks ago, I hope you don’t mind. We can’t have you show up in sweatpants and tattered socks.”

Haymitch nodded.

“Fair enough.”

“And do something about that breath. There’s both chewing gum and mouthwash in the bathroom cabinet. And toothpaste, of course. I’d say shave but if you won’t, then at least trim it. We’re on a schedule.”

“Well, I don’t see them filing a complaint if things don’t go according to plan,” he said. “Alright, alright,” he added, palms up. “We’re on a schedule.”

“I don’t have time for your jibes and zingers today. I only have time for them. You need to get ready.”

“Course, Eff. I’ll do all of the above, just …” He inhaled. Brushed a tangle of dirty blonde hair from his eyes in one pointless motion. “Can we …”

“Didn’t you hear what I said?”

“I know how it looked,” he said, eyes full of sorrow. Sorrow and regret. “Like I lied you full of some fairy story to get what I wanted but it wasn’t like that. I swear it. I really went to see Pearl. Christ, I didn’t even wanna drink!”

“Honest to God, Haymitch.”

“It’s true. All I really wanted was to get the hell outta there. Just hit the road and … be with you. You and the …”

“Did someone force the alcohol down your throat?”

Haymitch’s eyes found the floor. Shoulders drooping he mumbled,

“She wasn’t home. I waited. Some neighbor showed up. Old friend of Chaff’s. He asked if I wanted a coffee. I said I couldn’t stay long but we got talking and …” His gaze glued to her face, gray eyes begging for sympathy. “He proposed a toast, Eff. For Chaff. How could I refuse?”

“It’s not Chaff’s drink I’m upset about,” Effie snapped. And, in a more measured voice: “It’s all the rest that followed.”

At least he didn’t say he’s sorry. If he tells me sorry one more time …

“None of it matters anyway.”

“Sweetheart.”

“… and I don’t care for your excuses, OK! You want my forgiveness? Fine, you’re forgiven. Because we are not having this discussion now. One single day of the year the universe won’t revolve around you and your drinking. The 10th of August is about the twins. It’s Amy and Ian’s big big big day. All I ask is that you wash up, put on a clean shirt and keep it together for the next three or four hours. Then maybe, just maybe, we can give them a normal first birthday.”

Author’s note: This chapter had a mind of its own and grew way out of control! Finally I had to cut it into three chapters or you’d still be waiting. As always, thank you for your amazing support! You’re the best readers ever!

Also, if you’ve re-read some of the chapters lately you might have picked up on the fact that I changed the names of three minor characters. Chaff’s godmother became “Pearl”, one of Effie’s young students, friend of Gracie’s, became “Kayla” and Gloria Highgrass’s cousin was re-named Paris – which was actually his original name in the first draft.

Lastly, after years of angsting over it, I finally re-wrote the introduction of Gloria, just her looks, when first introduced way back in chapter 2. That’s because I face-claim Florence Pugh for her these days. She looks like a fierce Capitol lassie out for blood, doesn’t she?