annie's his best friend

the art of chasing ♔ billy hargrove

concept: steve has a female best friend and billy has taken it upon himself to flirt with her just to piss steve off. that’s it. that’s the plot.

a/n: i don’t know where this came from. it just sort of happened. it’s not really an imagine bc i don’t like writing in second person or even first person, hence the reason the girl actually has a name. but i guess it can classify as one. i’ll be glad to write more if people enjoy it. also just a disclaimer, i don’t condone billy’s behavior in the show. i know he’s an asshole. but i do love dacre montgomery, so. this happened. also this has no timeframe, it’s just basically taking place randomly in season 2. each scenario is numbered separately that way i can write however many i want whenever i want. sound good?~~

just a young gun with a quick fuse,

i was uptight, wanna let loose.

i was dreamin’ of bigger things and

wanna leave my old life behind.


“’Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit…’” he reiterated in a high-pitched rendition of Nancy Wheeler’s voice.

Annie’s eyebrows rose as she replaced a few things in her locker.

“Ouch,” she said, frowning a bit. “Are you sure she knew what she was talking about? I mean, she was drunk. She might not have even heard what you said. Drunk people usually don’t.”

Steve Harrington gave her a dubious look as he leaned against the locker next to hers. He inclined his head, a strand of brown hair falling down over his forehead.

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Not Your Mama’s Hallmark Christmas Part 1

 Thank you to the amazing @javistg being my beta and encouraging. 

Katniss tends to be cynical about materialism, love, and marriage. Her friends have replaced the family she lost. So when Peeta needs help, her friends don’t need more than a strong arm to convince her. Katniss finds herself having a very different  Christmas this year with the Mellark family, posing as Peeta’s girlfriend. What will change when this starts to look like a strange Hallmark movie? 

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The air is thick with affection and laughter. Snow lightly falls, twinkling and tumbling outside the window, echoing the light-hearted mood inside.

The cynic in me can’t stand the jolly commercialism that the winter season brings. Despite all of this I can’t help but truly enjoy myself when we all get together, as if we are a real family celebrating Christmas.

Madge and Gale’s upscale apartment looks like West Elm meets Martha Stewart’s holiday catalog. Spread after spread of delicious and appropriately holiday themed hors d'oeuvre and snacks are on every surface. Wine and seasonal cocktails have been flowing.

“Hey! I don’t judge you with your choices in men!” Peeta’s tone is serious, but his expression says otherwise. He’s already 3 spiked eggnogs in, following tradition.

Finnick, Annie, and Thresh’s new girlfriend, Rue, are laughing around the table as I tease Peeta about his newest ex-girlfriend.

“I’m just saying, with a name like Glimmer? I mean, do shiny objects keep her occupied?” I ask Peeta.

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Finnick Odair Imagine: The Victors' Crusade

Request: anon

Prompt: You are a Victor, and along with Finnick, the two of you get chosen to compete in the 75th Quarter Quell, but you end up getting captured by Peeta and Johanna.

Pairing: Finnick x Reader  

Warning: N/A

Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games.

A/N: Yay, my first THG imagine! I hope you all enjoy!

You were sitting on the beach, glad that there was no terror yet. The Quarter Quell, you laughed to yourself. You hadn’t expected that Snow would make sure that to have only Victors in the Games. You knew Snow’s reasoning behind all of this.

Katniss Everdeen. The Girl on Fire. One of the Victors of the 74th annual Hunger Games.

You wanted to hate her. She was the reason why Snow had dragged all of the Victors in the Reaping, although that was not how you ended up here. Yes, Finnick was chosen as the male tribute, but Annie, his best friend since childhood, was chosen.

You’ve known her for so a long time, and she had been affected to much by the Games, it had taken a toll on her sanity. You didn’t want her to suffer, so instead you decided to volunteer, much to Finnick’s dismay. Now, you couldn’t deny that you had feelings for him, but you feel as if Annie shouldn’t have to suffer.

Finnick sat down next to you, “We’ve got to go. Tick tock, it’s a clock. Remember, (y/n)?” He asked, not pulling you close. You didn’t feel anything, but sadness. Knowing the high chance that either you, Finnick, or both wouldn’t be making it out alive. At least Annie would be safe from this nightmare.

“Look, I’ll go gather my things alright.” You said, but before you could get up, Finnick pulled you down into the sand. You were confused, you had to move, before whatever thing was thrown your way.

“Listen, thanks for volunteering for Annie, it means a lot to me.” Finnick said, for the first time, seeming at a loss for words. He was usually pretty eloquent. You smiled. “I just couldn’t imagine her being here. I don’t want her to suffer.”

“I know.” You said, and got up. “I have to get my stuff and then we’ll go, alright, Finnick.” You got up and went for your stuff. You knew how to salvage supplies, and thankfully you had a full pack full.

You were about to sling your backpack over your shoulder, but it wasn’t there anymore. You pulled out your knife from your boot. You should have expected this, anyone would do anything to survive, and you were no exception to the rule.

You heard a shuffle, but that was your mistake, being caught so off guard. Something hit the back of your head, hard. Your vision blurred, and you fell the ground. You reached for your knife, which you had dropped in the sand. You meekly grabbed it, trying to turn around, but you felt a weight on top of you.

A muscular young woman, with dark hair, was sitting on top of you, nearly choking the life out of you. You kneed her and pushed her off of you. You felt something else hit your head once again and you finally collapsed.  


Finnick got up and went. “I don’t want you to suffer either.” He said to himself as he followed in your footsteps. He noticed your pack, or you weren’t there either. Only a bit of blood on the sand a knife, your dagger. You were skilled with these, they became an extension of you.

“(Y/N)?” He called out. He picked up the knife and sheathed it. “(Y/N)?”


Since i got like 30 notes on that post i wrote (although i had 0 followers lol) i thought id share my thoughts again to you guys.
Im gonna be doing another reiner rant, so.. lots of people were so pissed at reiner for talking shit about the 104th and his comrades, the first thing I’ll be commenting on this (in a long list of comments) is the following ;
•he fucking had to, lest he risked his family being sent to paradis and labeled as traitors
•gabi! If gabi starts having second thoughts on the paradis islanders it could lead to her death, shes already confused about reiner mentioning diversity between the people and all that.
•reiner most probably has to keep the paradis island propaganda intact, like imagine if reiner starts telling all the soldiers about paradis island and how people there are actually like ? How do you think it’ll turn up.
•now i dive into the ‘him hating them’ point; i really dont know.. reiner talking about how his time was hell there and the demons and inhumane bastards may either be referring to the titans themselves and the constant threat and fear or the actual people (though i doubt it, or maybe the warrior persona actually hates them? And the soldier one likes them? Idk i hope he likes them), and since riener is the sole survivor of his squad his hate would be justified ( lost his best friend, annie and marcel.. all of them to the island/eldians )
•This is gonna be the part where all the reiner hate originated from, potato girl. Let me highlight something which im sure many bigger accounts probably covered, the him covering his mouth part.. this could have two meanings; either remembering all the people, his comrades,friends, his time there and how he hated everybody made him sick to his stomach , or he almost launched his ass off remembering sasha’s potato ordeal . I personally prefer (prefer doesn’t begin to explain how much i want the second option to be true) the second one, notice how when he remembers he immediately covers his hand and can be seen smiling/smirking in the second page? He remembered the potato thinge and he almost smiled in front of everybody because of it (which would confuse gabi more), someone like that has to atleast bear some love to his old friends, the ones he’d blindly risk his life for, the ones who’d blindly risk their lives for him.
They’ve been through some shit together and i refuse to believe reiner hates them.
I would talk more about him talking about his former comrades but there isnt much to say.
Anyways if youve made it this far thanks for reading this, i really hope in the future we get to see all of them talk about what happened and try to make up or at least some kind of closure between them all, one can can only hope.
If you want me to write more please tell me and ill galdly do.

anonymous asked:

I feel sorry for Mikasa fans for what the anime is doing to her character, but at the same time I'm happy that more ppl is starting to notice this so the fandom can stop claiming that it's only us "salty" eremin shippers who have always something to complain with the anime.

Yes, this is how I feel as well. There are a lot of problems with the anime and it’s not just because they took Armin and replaced him with Mikasa blatantly at the end of season 1. That was just a symptom of a bigger issue. 

Warning, long rant ahead:

For me, it’s not JUST about Eremin. It’s also about taking a shounen anime that has done such a great job with it’s characters not conforming to the typical archetypes and doing everything to make them fit the stereotypes better. Mikasa gets more traditionally feminine qualities (sewing, caring for Eren, making sure he’s well fed) so she’s a good love interest, Armin is pragmatic so he has to also lack being tactful (your fault Annie got away, Eren) so his personality conflicts with Eren’s more because best friends ALWAYS clash in shounen, Hanji likes titan’s so she has to be eccentric about it, Jean’s jealousy is emphasized so he’s more of an obvious rival to Eren when it comes to affections for Mikasa, Annie was much more sexualized and she had her relationship with Eren completely cut because heaven forbid Eren interacts with people who aren’t Mikasa, I guess. (Seriously can’t wait to see what they do with him and Historia bonding, maybe they’ll cut all that out too. Geez, Eren, what is it with you and short blondes?)

I could go on, this is just what comes to me off the top of my head. The anime’s major problem over everything else is it wants to be more of the same, and everyone gets simplified to their most basic characteristics to make it happen. 

But the manga has deviated so much from what the genre typically does, and that’s why I like it as much as I do; it takes all the tropes you’re used to seeing and just throws them out the window.

The anime wants to take the basics of the story and the characters and fit it into the same molds we’ve seen before with shows like Naruto and Bleach, because they think that’ll make it an instant success. 

And we’ll never know if the changes really did make any difference in making it a success or not. The basics really are good enough that they can do what they want with it and it’ll still be good, and for most people that’s really enough.

But it’s immensely frustrating for people who love SNK distinctly because it does things differently than what came before it.

anonymous asked:

Facts about Reiner pls and thank

Sure thing, friendo!

  • Reiner is a people person. He’s very extroverted, and loves to talk to people, new and old. He makes friends fast, and could be perfectly content talking to a stranger on a train for an hour. But, even with his extroverted tendencies, he understands that not everyone is like him, and some people need space. And he’s more than happy to give it to them. 
  • He cannot sing to save his life, but that does not stop him. 
  • He remembers all the little details about people, from their tiniest childhood stories to the most basic facts about them. He makes a point to remember these things, and it makes people feel really special when he brings them up later. 
  • He’s a dog person, but doesn’t mind cats. 
  • His favorite color is green, but he likes to answer “maroon” when asked, because it’s different and he also really does like maroon.
  • He has a very keen sense of sarcasm and irony, and he loves to use it on people, especially those who have a similar sense of wit that he can banter with. Ymir and Jean are his favorite people to “spar” with, but Bertholdt can get really sassy when he wants to, and Annie gives him a run for his money 24/7. 

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When you rip off the only kid in the neighborhood willing to do your yard work.

My younger brother (who was 12 at the time of this incident) was that kid who sold lemonade, walked dogs, and mowed lawns to make a little spending cash. One day, one of our neighbors, “Annie”, asked if he and his best friend would rake the leaves in her back yard. Annie had always been known to be a bit of a weirdo, but she was a lonely woman who’s husband had left her, so when she offered $10 for the job, my brother and his bestie accepted. As it turned out, the job ended up being a bigger undertaking than they had expected. They spent 4 hours working on her yard. After the job was done, they went to collect their earnings, and Annie handed my brother a $20 and said “I’ll need $10 change please”. It was in that moment that my brother realized Annie was paying them $10 to share between the two of them! My brother was so disappointed. He came back to the house and explained the situation to my mom and asked if she could make $10 change for the $20. My mom was pissed. But a deal is a deal. So my mom sent my brother back to Annie with $10 change. In nickels and pennies.

Annie raked her own yard from then on.

Happy Bertday!

It’s December 30th, which happens to be Bertholdt Hoover’s birthday! And, because he is my favorite, and I’m also incapable of writing things on time, we’re going to have a headcanon party for our boy! These are going to be a continuation of last year’s, so hopefully, I haven’t repeated anything…

  • Bertholdt doesn’t curse. It’s not that he has a problem with cursing, and he doesn’t mind when others do it, but he just does not use swear words on a regular basis. So when he does swear, it’s either absolutely terrifying or ridiculously adorable. 
  • He’s a great listener, and the squad often goes to him when they need to vent or talk something out. He also gives great advice, but not if you ask for it up front. If you ask for it up front, he’ll get nervous about it, but if it comes up naturally in conversation, it’s wonderful. 
  • He’s naturally a very graceful person. No matter the activity, (3DMG train gin, hand-to-hand combat, running, swimming, dancing, walking and existing like a normal person, etc.) Bertholdt just has a natural grace and poise in the way he carries himself, which is slightly surprising, given his lanky limbs. 
  • That being said, Bertholdt has really awesome muscles, but is super shy about them, and likes to let Reiner take the spotlight when it comes to that. Like his abs are gorgeous but you’d never know cause he so rarely takes his shirt off in front of people. It’s almost tragic.

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anonymous asked:

Would you recommend any other Andrew Smith books? I recently fell hopelessly in love with Grasshopper Jungle and don't know what else can really compare re: queer + batshit plot + incredibly touching???? halp


okay, pretty much every single Andrew Smith books rests somewhere on the scale between ‘batshit plot’ and ‘incredibly touching’, but Grasshopper Jungle is the only one with a queer protag (which is, like, MIND BLOWING TO ME, because Austin is just THE BEST). however, I would still recommend all the books of his that I’ve read, which are: 

- 100 SIDEWAYS MILES – this one is very much like GJ in terms of it being very introspective and weird, but this one doesn’t involve giant preying mantis and the end of the world. it’s about an epileptic kid called Finn and his best friend Cade, and it’s great. Finn falls in LOVE (with a girl called Julia, not Cade, sorry) and they go on a ROAD TRIP and SAVE SOMEONE’S LIFE and :|: and it’s also sort of about a horse falling off a bridge. roll with it. 

- THE MARBURY LENS – this is the strange one. I think everyone assumes GJ is the strange one, what with the preying mantis apocalypse and GM corn and sperm and stuff, but that’s all pretty tame compared to this one. so. Jack is sixteen and drunk and ends up getting kidnapped and almost raped. he manages to escape but doesn’t tell anyone about it except his best friend Connor. then he goes on a trip to London and gets given a pair of glasses by a random man in a pub, and wearing the glasses throws him into an alternate universe called Marbury, where everything is terrible. it’s SO BIZARRE but really fucking good, but obviously I now have to add TRIGGER WARNINGS because essentially this is a book about PTSD and trauma, and it’s pretty heavy.

- WINGER – this is the sanest, and thus most popular, of Andrew Smith’s books. it’s about a guy called Ryan Dean who goes to boarding school, shares a room with a huge bully and is in love with his best friend Annie. it’s great, obviously, it’s Andrew Smith, but it’s not my favourite, mainly because it makes you fall head over heels for the gay kid and then kills him off. as much as I loved the rest of the book I kinda felt like that was an easy way to make everyone super sad, but it didn’t make me super sad because I saw it coming a mile off. I prefer my queers living in a menage a trois in an underground bunker after the apocalypse wipes out mankind, ya feel? (read Grasshopper Jungle.)

- THE ALEX CROW – everyone seems to think Winger is The Andrew Smith Masterpiece but, holy shit, this book. I really don’t want to spoil it, because I loved it so fucking much, so I’ll just say that it’s about a 15-year-old refugee called Ariel who lives with his adoptive family in Virginia. but, obviously, this is an Andrew Smith book, so it’s also about, like, a nineteenth century Arctic expedition and a depressed, bionic crow. so, so good. 


Ethan rarely had a moment to himself these days. Ever since he finally entered the family crime business he was always working. This made it exceptionally hard for the young man to meet anyone for romantic entanglements, so like most men his age he turned to tinder. He wasn’t on the app long before he was matched with a whole host of women. But one in particular stood out to him, and upon further inspection he was shocked to discover that he’d matched with his sisters best friend Annie. For a few minutes he just stared at his phone screen, unsure of what to do or say. But eventually he brought himself to send a message. “Hey there, so I wasn’t expecting to see you on here. I would have thought a beautiful girl like you wouldn’t need tinder?”

20sidedmom asked: Do you have any recs for YA books for my teenage son who is going through many changes?

 Teenage years can be rough! Can’t say I miss all the changes I underwent either. All of the books below are ones that I feel like he could relate to because they deal with the struggle of growing up. I choose books that had a male protagonist too just because I find that sometimes it’s easier to relate to someone your own sex than it is another, but if you would like others than these as well, just let me know!

Summaries were taken from Goodreads!

 1. Will Grayson, Will Grayson by David Levithan and John Green

Will Grayson meets Will Grayson. One cold night, in a most unlikely corner of Chicago, two strangers are about to cross paths. From that moment on, their world will collide and lives intertwine. It’s not that far from Evanston to Naperville, but Chicago suburbanites Will Grayson and Will Grayson might as well live on different planets. When fate delivers them both to the same surprising crossroads, the Will Graysons find their lives overlapping and hurtling in new and unexpected directions. With a push from friends new and old - including the massive, and massively fabulous, Tiny Cooper, offensive lineman and musical theater auteur extraordinaire - Will and Will begin building toward respective romantic turns-of-heart and the epic production of history’s most awesome high school musical.

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Warnings: None. All fluffy fluff.

Author’s Note: Takes place early on in Jensen and Quinn’s relationship. Specifically in between the  “A Soldier’s Heart” and “All that I’m Asking For” But if you haven’t read them, no worries it will all still make perfect sense.

Special Thanks: To @alievans007 for being a sweetheart and tagging me this post that inspired the story. Thank you to @daisyjm75 for co-writing her awesome Casey Dean OC from “You Know You Love Me.” I can’t wait to do more crossovers between our stories! And always thank you to my beautiful beta cupcake @ariallane xo

Tampon Tales

Jensen hasn’t seen Quinn smile all morning. This was rare. He’s asked her countless times if she’s okay and each time she dismissed him and told him that she’s fine. But the way that she clenched her jaw when she answered him made him feel like “fine” was code for “fuck off dude.

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Countdown to Mockingjay: Day 94/100

Banner was made by the talented Any @loving-mellark!

I can’t believe countdown is almost over and the movie is almost here!

I hope everyone has been enjoying the countdown and finding it useful. I hope you found some new stories/authors to read. Remember, the authors are in no particular order.

If you’d like to follow my countdown you can track the tags #mjcountdown and #mjcountdownffauthors. You can also find the list on my blog here:  HAPPY READING!

Author 355: jlhumph

Story: Moments

  • Status: Complete
  • Type: Multi-Chapter
  • Rating: M
  • Canon/AU: AU
  • Warning/Trigger: OOC
  • Summary: Katniss and Peeta return home from The Hunger Games. This story follows in Peeta’s POV up to the Victory Tour.
  • Why I chose this fic: A great Peeta POV story.


Author 356: joshsmysteriousisland

Story: Losing You

  • Status: Complete
  • Type:  One-Shot
  • Rating: N/A
  • Canon/AU: AU
  • Warning/Trigger: N/A
  • Summary: Peeta and Haymitch get drunk during the Victory Tour.
  • Why I chose this fic: Because drunk Peeta and Haymitch are hilarious.


Author 357: kdubs685

Story: Parcis et Circenses

  • Status: Complete
  • Type: Multi-Chapter
  • Rating: T
  • Canon/AU: AU
  • Warning/Trigger: None provided by author
  • Summary: Peeta Mellark, Deputy Director of Parks and Recreation in Panem, Indiana, is optimistic about finally building the park on the empty lot by his best friend Annie Cresta’s house. That is, until he discovers Panem is broke and state auditors Katniss Everdeen and Finnick Odair are being sent from the Capitol to make cuts. 
  • Why I chose this fic: An Everlark Parks & Rec fic.

The boys of the San Francisco orphanage were not afraid. 

Sure, they didn’t have parents, they were often forgotten and they were at the mercy of Mr. Komack, the worst of the orphanage supervisors, but they had the best protectors.

Leo or Bones as Jim called him, was the oldest in the orphanage and took to being the older brother of the group. He was the one who demanded Komack feed them, patched up bruises and scraped knees and tucked each boy into bed at night. 

Jim, his best friend, was just a few years younger and still older than most of the other boys. He was also a troublemaker, who was going to Bones grey hairs at age sixteen and probably drive him to drink. Jim spent most of his times devising a way to escape from the orphanage and making Komack’s blood pressure rise. He also was more often than not the one who got punished, thrown in a small storage closet with no lights or windows. Bones would usually distract Komack after twenty minutes and the other kids would stage a breakout but the supervisor’s ire was still there. 

No matter what he did, Bones loved Jim. Loved him fiercely. It was the only thing that kept him around, even though he dreamed of walking out for good and never coming back. And Bones was everything to Jim too. Everything except for the the hole in his heart he had when he saw prospective parents come look at the younger boys. He was never good enough to warrant that sort of visit. Nobody wanted a damaged thirteen- year-old. 

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The story of how I fell in love with you: Part 2

TITLE: The story of how I fell in love with you


AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic


GENRE:  romance / fluff / angst

FIC SUMMARY: Annie and Tom are best friends. They help each other out with everything. So what happens when one falls for the other?


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Poor organizing but I realized this needed to be a trilogy. I hope you enjoy and would love to hear what you think. :D

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Best Day Ever

Author: @lovelizziekins

Rating T for some mild language - No F Bombs this time!

A/N:  Giving it another whirl but trying to go a little sweeter this time since my last drabble was so angsty.  Hope you all enjoy! This is unbeta’d so ignore all the grammar errors…English class was many, many moons ago for me.  I might need a refresher course! Closing my eyes and hitting the submit button again!  Here goes nothing!!  Love ya, mean it!  

The rain hasn’t let up for days and the streets of Capitol City resemble something more like rushing streams of black ink than paved streets, and sewer drains bubble and gurgle with water that is forcing its way down their gullets. Peeta Mellark has spent the entire day serving up baked goods and sandwiches to soaking wet pedestrians who slosh about his storefront leaving puddles of water in their wake.  At the end of the day he makes his way to his front door, stepping around the slick spots and inspecting the awning that covers the front stoop.  It’s sagging under the weight of the water and he uses the handle of the mop he’s holding to push up forcefully on the bulging underside, driving the water up and out onto the sidewalk.  The force of the tumbling water hits the concrete with a resounding crash and splashes back to soak the bottom of his pants, saturating his shoes. 

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Star Crossed: Chapter 1

So, here’s the first chapter of my modern day everlark au. I was super nervous about posting, but I hope you all like it! Any feedback/advice is greatly appreciated!

And thanks to the amazing hungergameshutch for all her help with editing and everything else! Go follow her and make sure you check out her fanfictions, they’ll tear you apart.


Chapter One:


I watch as his eyes flutter closed, too weak to keep them open any longer.

I hold his hand in mine, both of us soaked to the skin, and plead for him to hang on just a little bit longer.

“Peeta! Stay with me!”

“Mm-lways.” He mumbles, barely audible above the heavy rain and raging traffic all around us.

Peeta’s once crisp white shirt is now completely saturated with rain, but he stopped shivering long ago.

I can see the final dregs of life slowly fading away and I’m left completely helpless. There is nothing I can do. 

Where is the fucking ambulance?

I check the sweater that I tied around his leg, in an attempt to make a tourniquet to stop some of the blood. But he is losing too much, and dying right before my eyes.

I somehow made it out with only a few minor cuts and bruises, while Peeta took the hit at full force. He’d be glad that I’m safe and okay, but I know, when he doesn’t make it I’ll be furthest thing from okay.

Before I met Peeta, my life was about as shitty as life could get, and I was on the verge of depression. But then one fortunate day Peeta showed up and changed everything for the better. 

And that wasn’t even the first time he changed my life. 

I can’t go back to that. He is my whole life. Without him, I’d have nothing.

“Peeta, look at me, please. You can’t leave me. I need you." 

His eyes open slowly, there’s so much struggle behind such a simple everyday action, that’s how I know his time is almost up. He smiles weakly at me, and rubs his thumb across my hand.

I lock my tear-filled eyes on his brilliant crystal blue ones, trying to remember how breathtaking they are as this may be the last time I see them.

I try and take in his other features as well, his ashy blonde hair, chiseled jaw and broad shoulders. It’s hard to see them as anything else than how they appear in this moment; his hair is stained with blood and dirt, his jaw covered in cuts, and his shoulders seem frail and thin, as if he’s slowly disappearing.

"Hold on, Peeta, okay? Hold on for me." 

I hear the sirens roaring a few miles away, but they won’t be here anytime soon. A twenty-two car pile-up will not be easy to bypass.

"Katniss, sing?" 

He knows he’s dying, he knows it as well as I do, and my voice is the last thing he wants to hear.  

So I start to sing…

"Deep in the meadow, under the willow. A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.”

My voice is shaky and unstable but Peeta smiles at me and I know that I must keep going.

“Lay down your head and close your sleepy eyes. And when you wake the sun-.”

I stop suddenly, something’s different. 

His body is still.

I press my ear against the spot where I always rest my head on his chest, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence…


I throw my arms around him and sob into his shoulder. My body shakes violently. “How could you leave me Peeta? How could you leave me like this?”

He’ll never know that he was going to be a father. 

He told me that one thing he always wanted, was for us to raise a child together. 

And now I am finally granting him that wish, but he won’t be here to see it come true.

And he’s left me alone to care for our son or daughter, who will look just like him. I’ll have to look at my child everyday, and see my beautiful Peeta, then my mind will flash to his lifeless bloody body that currently lies before me.

How will I raise this child? How will I survive without him?

Seconds, minutes, or possibly hours pass before I hear the sirens blaring in my ears and see the flashing red and blue lights. Everything around me is a blur, except for my lifeless husband lying in front of me.

I feel the strong grip of someone trying to take me away from Peeta. Petrified, I lunge for him, but I’m caught. I watch helplessly, screaming for Peeta, as they lift him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance.


I pace back and forth in the waiting room, desperate to see Peeta. I haven’t laid eyes on him since he was put in the ambulance, despite my constant pleas and demands. 

For the first four hours I was left in agony with no information.

Finally, Peeta’s doctor, Dr. Aurelius, comes out wiping his brow. He seems stressed, tired and agitated. I, of course, feared the worse and immediately broke down, unable to hold back the tears.

“Mrs. Mellark, fortunately, we have revived your husband and he’s responding well to treatment but-”

I ignore the rest of Dr. Aurelius’s statements. Peeta is alive.

“When can I see him?” I interrupt, ignoring his annoyed glare.

“But, due to the accident, Mr. Mellark has unfortunately lost his leg. We’ll have him fitted for a prosthetic as soon as he wakes up.”

“When can I see him?” I ask again. 

“I’m afraid it will be a few more hours, we still have some more tests to run.”

I simply nod in response, and Dr. Aurelius returns it, and heads back towards Peeta’s room.

My husband is alive. He’s missing a limb, but he’s alive. I won’t be leaving this hospital alone, and more importantly, I won’t be raising our child alone. 

The thought causes me to cry once again. How do I have any tears left? It feels like I haven’t stopped, since the accident, and since I held Peeta’s unresponsive body.

I attempt to push those horrible images out of my mind, and fail miserably.

During the next few hours, I find myself reading trashy gossip magazines and talking with friends and family.

Peeta’s mother hasn’t called, not that I expected she would. She and Peeta never had a good relationship, and since his father died last year they haven’t spoken. 

Just after midnight, Peeta’s best friend, Finnick visited. His wife, Annie, stayed at home to look after their son.

Finnick Odair was tall, blonde, and tanned to perfection. That confident smile he usually wears has faded with tonight's events. Although no amount of sadness could diminish his natural beauty.   

“How is he?” Finnick asks, enveloping me in a hug.

I explain Peeta’s current state, alive but with one less limb.

“And how are you holding up, Katniss?" 

"I’m fine,” I lie. 

He gives me a skeptical look, but quickly moves on, knowing in no way I could possibly be fine in this situation, and that there’s nothing he can do. All that I need is Peeta.

“I’ll look after Mellark’s for a couple of weeks, so make sure Peeta doesn’t worry.”

Mellark’s is Peeta’s restaurant. Finnick often works there during busy times, or when Peeta and I are unavailable. It’s quite successful in our little town, and we’ve been considering expanding, but all of our plans will be put on hold for now.

“Thank you, Finnick. I’ll let Peeta know you visited too.”

“Okay Katniss. Call us when you’re home, and we’ll all come visit.” He hugs me again, and then he’s gone.

My sister, Prim, called but it was only for a few minutes since she was busy working at the hospital across town. She promised to come visit, with her new boyfriend as soon as she could.

My sister is the only family I have left. It was just Prim and I together for so many years, and unfortunately, now I only get to see her every couple of months. I treasure every visit.

My thoughts are interrupted once again by a young nurse with dark-skin and brown hair. “Mrs. Mellark?” she asks. “Your husband is just waking up if you’d like to go in and see him.”

My eyes promptly pool with tears and I nod eagerly. The young nurse smiles and leads me to Peeta.

“Thank you.” I say, before bursting into the room.

“Peeta!” I cry, my voice strangled by tears. I rush to his bedside, grab his hand in mine, and run my free hand through his messy hair and down his jaw. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” Peeta coos.

“Peeta! You were dead! Your heart stopped!" 

"It’s okay, it’s working now.” He says, leaning up painfully slow, to kiss me.

It’s a tear filled kiss, but even when Peeta is at his weakest, I can still feel the strength he brings to everything. 

“Your leg.” I whisper. 

“It’s fine, Katniss. I’ll manage. Do you want to see it?”

I nod, and pull back the blanket to reveal a stump that cuts off just after the knee. 

“Oh, Peeta.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’m just relieved that you’re okay.” He holds out his arms and I cuddle up beside him, craving his touch. 

I rest my head gently on his shoulder. He strokes my hair, and I drift off into a somewhat peaceful sleep.

7 hours earlier


Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ plays through my car radio and I listen contently, as I drive, to Katniss softly singing along.

We’re on our way home from Mellark’s after a long day of work. Rain pounds against the window and soaks the highway.

I spot a car swerving back and forth behind us, most likely a drunk driver.

They start to speed up and before I even have time to react, it smashes into our vehicle.

The airbags blow up, our car skids into the car in front of us, and the windows crack and smash from the impact.

All around us cars are screeching, skidding and crashing, and Katniss’s screams almost drown out the loud booms of the many cars colliding.

I notice a sharp pain in my leg, I pull out a very large shard of glass, wincing with the pain and find my fingers coated in blood. 

I start to feel dizzy and slump against the airbag, barely conscious. Katniss screams my name. I want nothing more than to make sure that she is safe, but there is nothing that I can do.

Please be okay Katniss.

I hear her car door open, and within seconds she’s opened the remains of my door and is tugging at my arm, trying to get me out of the car. I take a mental note that she is able to walk, which brings me some relief.

“Peeta, can you move?”

I can’t move my leg. I can hardly even feel it, which is not a good sign. 

I barely have the strength to shake my head.

“Okay, I’m going to try move you, it’s going to hurt, but I have to get you out." 

I cry out. The pain is unbearable. I can hear Katniss crying and muttering apologies, and then I fall unconscious.

When I wake, I’m lying down and Katniss is gripping my hand tightly.

The pain in my leg is gone, and for a moment I think we’re in the hospital and I’m all stitched up, but the rain and blood tell me otherwise.


“I’m okay, Peeta. Don’t worry. The ambulance will be here soon. Just hold on. I love you, I love you so much.”

She knows it. I know it. I am dying. 

“I love you too.”


I sit on the edge of the hospital bed examining my brand new prosthetic. 

I despise this piece of metal.

Tears fill my eyes. My whole life is going to be completely different now. I will have to overcome this obstacle every day, and have to relearn how to do simple tasks.

Will Katniss still want to be with me? Will she look at me different when we have sex? Will she still want to have children with me?

And if we do have a child, will they be ashamed of their father because of his ugly robot leg?

An abundance of questions are swirling throughout my head, and I wish they would stop.

Katniss walks into the room wearing a small smile, her dark hair styled neatly in a side braid. “Ready to go home?”

Her smile fades immediately when she sees the tears in my eyes.

She rushes to my side. “Peeta, what’s wrong?" 

"How did our perfect life take such a dramatic turn for the worst?" 

"Peeta…it can still be perfect. My life will always be perfect as long as you’re in it.”

“How am I supposed to live with this thing? Why do you still want to be with me?” I say, gesturing towards my false leg.

“Peeta Mellark! Don’t you dare say that! I will always want to be with you. You know that. We’ll make this work, I promise you. I’ll do everything I can for you, and all your friends will do the same. It’s going to take some time getting used to but eventually everything will be good again." 

She’s crying now. 

I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. "I’m so sorry, Katniss.”

She nods into my shoulder then pulls back. “Let’s go home.


We drive back to our house in Katniss’s car. It’s been three days since the crash, I’m desperate to get back into my home, and just be with my wife.

We’ve both taken two, well-deserved weeks off work, since Finnick insisted he would look after the restaurant. 

In just under forty minutes, we arrive at our house. We moved into this house last year, just after our honeymoon.

Downstairs, there’s a large kitchen, perfect for baking, a living room, study and small bathroom. 

Upstairs, there are five rooms. One for Katniss and I, one for my paints and artwork, a guest room, and two remaining empty rooms which will hopefully house our children in the future. 

Our room has a large en suite which Katniss and I often use for things other than just showering…well, probably not anymore.

Walking from the car to the door is a struggle, because it is difficult for me to walk with my prosthetic. Dr. Aurelius said it will take some time getting used to, and gave me some cream to use every night to ease the pain.

I shuffle to the living room and collapse onto the couch. Katniss follows, and sits beside me.

“You stay here and relax, and I’ll go make some dinner.” She leans up to kiss me, and I bring her closer, deepening the kiss. 

She wraps her arms around my waist, and I bring my lips to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind until I reach her lips once again. 

We stay like this, for what could’ve been hours. Time stands still when we’re together, and all my problems are momentarily forgotten.

When she pulls away, I grip her tighter, not ready for it to end.

"Let me go." 

"I can’t." 

She giggles softly against my lips, causing the blood to rush down to my lower half.

She kisses me once more then I watch her walk to the kitchen, my eyes trained on her beautiful body. 

It’s been three days since I’ve seen her naked, three days since we’ve been in bed together, three days since I’ve been inside her.

Three days is far too long.

I shift, uncomfortable, my pants becoming too tight, too quick. Fuck, that girl can get me fired up very quickly.

Slumber takes me soon after, my thoughts on nothing but Katniss.


"Peeta. Wake up, dinner’s ready” Katniss’s voice, whispers in my ear.

I stand up slowly, shaky with my new leg, but Katniss is there to hold and help me. 

I take notice of her appearance, her usually braided hair falls in waves over her shoulders, and she’s wearing a soft orange sundress, my favorite one. “You look beautiful, Katniss.”

She smiles shyly and takes my hand, leading me to the kitchen. Her palms are unusually clammy, but I brush the thought off quickly, thinking she’s just been working hard in the kitchen. 

Our wooden table is covered in an expensive white tablecloth, which is only used for special occasions. Two silver covers, hide our food, candles light the table, and a large bouquet of flowers decorate the center. 

“Katniss, you didn’t have to do all this. Honestly, take-out would’ve been fine, as long as I got to share it with you.”

She smirks while she lifts the cover off her plate, and a chuckle escapes my lips. Chinese take-out.

“Bon appétit.” She says, smiling weakly.

The smell makes me weak at the knees, after a three-day diet of hospital food, I am definitely going to enjoy this.


After dinner, I let out a loud satisfied sigh. “This was wonderful, Katniss. Thank you. But you don’t have to spoil me just because of what happened.”

“It’s not just that…” She says, picking at her cuticles. She’s been distracted for the whole meal, playing with her food and hardly eating anything.

There’s something on her mind and she’s nervous. Something’s wrong.

“What is it, Katniss?”

Her hands go to her stomach. “Peeta, I have something to tell you.”