i am going as him though. im not allowed to go to the party otherwise

anonymous asked:

hi! i was wondering if you could write a high school drabble (junior/senior) where peeta is like typical smart, hot, and fuckboy and he always like teases and flirts with katniss in the hallways but katniss doesnt know if he likes her or its just him being a fuck boy and tells her friends and stuff and then they go to a party and make out? im so sorry i know its super demanding and shiz but i really need to read this pretty please? youll make my day! 💖

Never tried fuckboy-vibes Peeta before, but I’ll give it a whirl!

“I don’t know if I want to do this,” I say, holding my finger over the lock on the car door.

Delly just laughs and reaches over the console, unbuckling my seatbelt. “Maybe you should’ve said that before we were parked in front of the house.”

“I did. Four times.”

“Well,” she says, shrugging and kicking the door open, “maybe you should’ve said it louder.”

Even though my stomach is a breeding ground for butterflies, each one of them screaming, Go away, go away, I know I’m not getting out of this. If Delly was determined enough to beat the entire football team in a pie-eating contest, she sure as hell will be determined enough to get me into this party.

Though it’s nearly the end of my senior year in high school, I’ve never gone to any of these shindigs. This isn’t my scene—my scene is and has always been the woods behind my house, the warm, wool blankets in my room, or the field of lavender where Prim and I used to play. But strobe lights, cheap booze, and an army of fuckboys? Count me out. I’d rather plank on a bed of thumbtacks.

Delly knows this, so I’ve got no clue as to why she dragged me here tonight. Granted, this party is at the Undersee mansion—I’ve been friends with Madge since middle school, so at least the hostess is not a stranger—but Madge has thrown others before, when her father and mother were away at galas, and I’ve never been coerced into going then. So why now?

“How long will we be staying?” I ask when we reach the front door, and Delly rings the bell. Suddenly cold, I seal my knees together and hug my shoulders, still not quite sure why I allowed Delly to shove me into this miniature orange rag she’d called a “dress.”

“Kat, we haven’t even gotten through the front door. Maybe you’ll like it!”

I glower. It’s enough to make Delly shrink back a little, but not enough to make her iron-tough smile waver, and certainly not enough to make her give me the car keys.

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Inked up.... Part 4

Inked up… Part 4

“Seriously why do I find you guys in the weirdest positions?”

Standing in the doorway with her eyebrows raised is Emily. She’s smirking at us before she seems to send something telepathically to her brother. Who in turn blushes before rolling off me. Giving me the opportunity to pull down my shirt and sit up smiling at Emily. I open my arms to her, she giggles before she hops onto the bed crushing bug Sammy and I beneath her.

“Oh god we haven’t had a dog pile in so long” she giggles.

Another memeory of us as we had been like the three musketeers when we were little, and growing up, all before I’d distanced myself from sammy. I smiled a bit sadly as both the wilks cuddle me as I was on the bottom when we heard another throat being cleared. Peering over Sammy’s shoulder I looked to see that Stassie was standing in the doorway looking slightly pissed. I smiled nervously before looking to Emily who was stifling laughter behind her hand as Sammy was still mostly on top of me his face had been shoved into my boobs when Emily jumped on us.

“Sam why is your face still resting on y/n’s boobs?” Emily asks letting out her laughter.

“There so comfortable” he whispers back before nuzzling his face in them a bit.

I blush running a hand up and down the back of his neck before flicking his ear.

“You little shithead, take your face out of them” I growl.

I end up pulling his face up so that he now looks down at me his lips only a few centimeters away as his nose brushes mine. That’s when the sun leaks into the room through the curtains, making his ocean blue eyes even brighter, dazzling me. I stare up at him, biting my lip as my heart rate picks up as it usually does whenever he looks at me and sees into my world with those eyes.

And then the air is being whooshed out of me as a certain someone decides to join our little jumble on my bed. I wince in pain as my stomach and ribs feel like they’re being crushed. Sammy sees this, lifting himself up, before he’s being pulled off me as Stassie and him start to wrestle while I move slipping out of the bed and stretching. I make a weird yawning noise as I stretch out with my hands high above my head and clenching my toes.

“Damn” I hear someone say.

Turning I see all three staring at me as I slowly lower my hands, frowning at them.

“You have like a perfect body” Emily says smiling.

Stassi nods though she’s looking at Sammy who seems to still be looking at me.

“How many tattoos do you have y/n?” Sammy asks.

He moves off the bed coming to stand behind me as I faced the top of the bed so my Right side was to them. He slowly slides his hand up my thigh, stopping only when he comes to the top of my hip and you can see my lacy black underwear. But also my hip tattoo that’s a bunches of roses. I blush a little as his hand starts to trace it, his breath hot on the back of my neck his lips brushing against it every few seconds. I bite my lip not wanting him to stop.

“So what’s the move for today?!” Stassie asks s little too loudly, causing me to wince.

“Umm nothing that I know of” I says softly looking over my shoulder to see Sammy’s face right there.

“Let’s have a lazy day?” He asks.

“Actually you guys can have that later, y/n and I are going out to lunch since you crashed our last one” Emily smiles.

I nod at her. Stassie looks excited as she bounces a bit on the bed.

“Why don’t we go to lunch too Sammy?!”

“Alright cool, so then what?” Sammy says stepping away from me, sadly enough.

“We should go to a club tonight! We could meet back up at my house and get ready together and then just leave from there!” She squeals.

I nod happily, though a little sad that Sammy and I wouldn’t be just relaxing together, although I’m sure it would be better for me. Because my feelings, the ones I pushed down, seemed to be coming back with vengeance. I needed to be careful.

~ ~ ~

“So tell me y/n, how long have you liked Sammy?”

I choke on my water staring wide eyed at Emily as I dab a napkin around my mouth.

“What are talking about em?” I ask trying to play it cool.

“Oh please, I’ve known since we were kids, besides I think he’s getting it now” she says smiling.

“No see, you’re wrong, we’re just friends he’s going to end up with Stassie they’re really cute when with each other like the cutest” I say trying to smile as I feel like I’m being choked by the words that came out.

“See you don’t believe that and sure at one point I did but, not anymore” she says smiling as our food comes out.

The waiter had been making eyes at em, asking very nicely and being super attentive to her having refilled her drinks even though she hadn’t finished it. I smile a little as she blushes flirting back with the cute guy.

When I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It’s a notification on Twitter, I open it, my heart sinking at the picture that I see. It’s of Sammy and stass on a sushi date, he’s smiling as the both take pictures of each other, and there’s another one where he’s feeding her while she smiles. I sigh closing my phone before returning to look at em, who gives me a sad smile. I shrug it off digging into my pasta.

“If you stopped hiding your feelings maybe things would change” Emily whispers.

“Maybe” I shrug.

Stuffing my face wth another bite of pasta while Emily sends me another sad face before I give her a big pasta smile, causing her to laugh and pull out her phone. I roll my eyes chewing and swallowing fast before smiling and winking at the camera.She’s smiling as she probably makes a snapchat video which I pull up on my phone giggling at my goofy face when I receive a snapchat from sammy. It’s of him pouting out his bottom lip with the caption “wish you were here with me instead” I smile a little before replying with a picture with my tongue stuck out. “We’ll hang out tomorrow just us” I say.

“Snap from Sammy?” Em asks with a smirk.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” I laugh looking back down at my food.

“Yeah well that huge grin on your face says otherwise” em says sounding smug.

I don’t reply just stick it my tongue before giggling again.

We finish eating when Emily gets a call from stass saying how they’re heading to her house. I smile excited while sammy and I text each other deciding that we should race, I pull Emily along behind me as I don’t want him to win, though leaving Emily’s number on the check for the poor waiter boy who wasn’t getting the hint that she wanted him to ask for it.

We hop into the car racing to Emily’s house, beating sammy and stass by fifteen seconds, still not wanting to possibly loose I leap out of the car as she’s parking running to the front of her house, sammy has the same idea as he ends up running along side me, I push him before running harder, I’m three seconds away from grabbing the door when I’m being picked up and swung around by sammy, his head burying into the side of my neck causing me to giggle.

“I win” I cheer reaching my foot out and tapping the door.

“Nah I really think I am” he sighs setting me down, yet still holding me from behind.

I see Emily and Stassie walking up the drive shaking their heads at us as sammy tries to start a tickle war. I try squirming away my eyes widening as I reach for Emily who goes to pull me safely to her side, but sammy pulls me away.

“Sammy no tickles I might pee my pants” I giggle some more as he continues.

“Okay okay” he laughs. Finally letting go.

I sigh as em and stass walk up, Emily goes opening the door and stass waits by Sammy’s left side as I rest against his chest. Suddenly feeling sleepy I lean heavier into him and he picks me up, I hear a quiet huff but ignore it nestling into him.

“Hey em, y/n and I are gonna take nap we’ll start to get ready later Kay?”

“Alright you can just go sleep in my room if you want it to be quieter, a few people will be coming over to catch up so go ahead and sleep in their” I hear em say.

I let out another yawn as Sammy kisses my forehead, and thanks Emily before we’re moving again and Im being set down on a soft plush bed, before I curl into Sammy’s chest as he strokes me hair, humming to me a lullaby.


When I come too, I’m a bit disoriented and confused as to where I am, the door is open a bit, allowing in a small distinction of noise, I hear laughter and music. Slowly I get up stretching before exiting the room, I come into the living room seeing a small group of people who I’m not super familiar with, but I see sammy sitting on the couch and move to go sit with him, when stass comes in and sits right on his lap. Biting my lip I look for em, seeing her in the kitchen I go in their, feeling Sammy’s eyes follow after me.

“Oh y/n you’re up! Well let’s get ready and then head for the club!” Em squeals before pulling me back into her room and turning on the lights.

I smile a little grabbing the bag that’s been brought in for me and pulling out my party clothes. I brought a light grey t-shirt silky dress and some black thigh socks and black high heeled boots.

Emily winks at me as I lay the clothes out before heading to her mirror, I decide to straighten my black hair, and do a lighter brown lipstick matte color and winged eye liner. I part my hair down the middle after doing my eyelashes before getting up and stripping off my clothes, standing in just my under wear. Admiring my caramel skin color as it pops against the lace white underwear and bra I’m wearing.

I hear a knock on the door and quickly grab my dress, but it’s just stass as she Walks in she eyes my outfit before giving me a fake smile. I give her a genuine one before pulling the shirt over my head. It lands right about five inches above my knee, showing off my legs before I pull on the black thigh socks which cover my knee, quickly I place my boots on before deciding to head out. Not before I see stars slip on a crop top and high waisted skirt, she looks perfect and I’m envious. I walk out to run into one of the guy friends here he smiles at me his hand lingering around my waist.

“Well hello beautiful how are you?” He asks.

I start to feel nervous swallowing thickly until I’m being rescued by sammy who pulls my back to his front glowering at the dude.

“Back off” Sammy growls.

The man in turn raises his hands before shaking his head and muttering something under his breath. It sounded like ‘can’t believe he gets both girls’ but I’m not too sure.

I sigh a little patting Sammy’s tummy before he grabs hold of my hand and we wait for the rest of the group to get ready to go.


After about an hour we finally get to the club, which Dj rupp happens to be dj-Ing in at the moment when he sees us he waves causing us to smile before we go to the bar.

“What’s your poison for tonight?” The bartender flirts winking at me.

“I’ll have a martini, shaken not stirred” I smile winking.

The bartender nods before starting mine up and taking the others orders, sammy who’d been stuck by my side was leaning his head over my shoulder flexing his jaw which would make me jump every once in awhile, I kept running my hands through his hair as a few people stared. It was noisy in the club and kinda dark but there were low lights and people were wearing glowing necklaces and brace lights making it fun. People were allowed to smoke in hear so it was smoky, but the top low lights made it easier on the eyes. People were grinding and swaying and after gulping down my drink I grabbed Sammy’s hand and pulled him into the crowd.

The song was fun and light yet good to twerk to as we danced together, Sammy was dancing beside me and we would do the steps as the song bet you can’t do it like me by dlow came on. We were giggling and laughing winking at each other as it happened. Even getting a small crowd to gather around us, but when the song was over and a new one came on this one heavier and slower than the first in fact it was one of Sammy and Nate’s old songs called signs. I smiled looking over at him as he smiled at me. But then stass came up and started to dance with Sammy, and suddenly all his attention went to her she bent over twerking right on him, and he held onto her hips. And the just kept dancing.

I bit my lip as my heart started to hurt a burning sensation filling it. I don’t want to come apart so I pulled out my phone quickly going to FaceTime and calling Nate. He picked up on the third ring. I smiled up at the camera.

“Aye to lil am what’s good?” He says.

“Nate babe, listen to this” I say close to the phone before holding my phone back up close to the speakers.

His eyes lights up as I twirl around showing him the club I’m at.

“Aye Imma come down, alright lil ma where you at?”

I tell him and he tells me he’ll be here in five minutes as he was or with his boys not far from here, I give him one last smile before hanging up.

Turning I see that Sammy and Stassie are still grinding but try not to look at them, instead I look over at the bar and see em shooting me sympathetic looks.

I shrug it off though going back to the bar to get another drink before feeling warm hands slip around my waist.

I turn quickly as the smell of weed and yummy cologne combined make its way through my nostrils, I know it’s Nate. I smile hugging him tightly. He smirks at me before pulling me out to dance just as the song ends. Sammy looks over a little surprised to see Nate but gives him a Bro hug.

“Yo bro what are you doing here?” He asks grinning.

“Y/n face timed me saying our song was playing so I just had to come down and see what was up” he says laughing as they do another weird handshake.

I’m smiling at them when I feel a warm glare on the side of my face and see that Stassie is glaring at me yet still holding onto sammy, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Aye yo” Dillion’s voice echoes through the crowd as he cuts the music causing it to be silent. “The very guys that sang that song are now in the building let’s give it up for em” he yells into the mic.

The crowd does clapping and letting out loud whistles.

“So why don’t they give us a little impromptu performance?” He asks holding up two more microphones and gesturing at the boys with them.

The crowd erupts into cheers and chants, before that’s all we hear and the boys go up on stage smiling at each other. The music starts again and they seem to fall back into old times when performing with each other. And then Sammy goes off the stage into the crowd swaying near to Stassie. She smiles shooting me a smirk before moving with him. I roll my eyes, biting my lip and looking away when Nate’s lines come on and he comes up to me.

“Stay real to yourself” he says pointing at a random chick before grabbing me closer “and you can stay too, gonna put the wood on you like a table” at this he does a body roll, which I roll with him before we grind slowly, him still holding the mic.

“Mess around with your boy and you’ll never be the same” he winks at me biting his bottom lip before he looks over my shoulder at Sammy as if to say, what’s good? Now I feel slightly confused because I don’t feel that way towards Nate.

But at the same time he’s helping me not focus on the pain that is seeing Nate grind with another girl. And be happy about it.

He continues to grind with me while singing and we part a little me dancing around and him holding my hand. But then it’s time for Sammy to sing, Stassie is glaring at me as she grinds on him, but Sammy’s looking at me even when his part ends. And I don’t know what to do as the chorus starts and Sammy walks towards me. But then I’m being pulled back into Nate as he sways moving his hips which I naturally follow.

“Between you and I you walking and you catch my eye I hope you ain’t got a guy and if you do” again he glares at Sammy. “we can work around it cause I was looking for a woman and I think I found it..” He continues but is no longer holding my body so I back away.

I turn to look at Sammy and he’s glaring back at Nate, before looking me. But then he walks away running a hand through his hair. I notice that it seems to be shaking which worries me. The songs over and there is high tension in the air. Nate hands his mic back to Dillion and the music goes back on, and the the crowd goes back to dancing around.

“What the hell Nate?!” I yell pushing him.

“Look Sammy is a bit of an idiot, now I hope I’ve given him something to think about” he says shrugging before lighting up a blunt. Letting it out in a puff.

Fitting as the song is about smoking. I glare at him before taking the blunt and taking an inhale, holding it while handing it back to Nate turning and seeing Sammys eyes on me, I let it out, running a hand through my hair before shaking my head and walking out of the club and flagging down a taxi.

“Y/n wait!!” Sammy’s yelling but I ignore it feeling my heart aching.

He was practically fucking Stassie on the dance floor and I just can’t see that anymore tonight. So when a taxi stops, I jump in closing it quickly before telling the driver to go go go..

Hope you liked this slow chapter the next one will be filled with even more tension… But I think a little more sexual 😏 part 5 is in the works 💕😘💕😘😘

I’m not going to lie to you; I had zero intentions of being all that political this presidential election season. My political beliefs are very important to me and I always vote, but like many, I’ve become disillusioned. I try to vote people in who tell me they’re going to do these great things, but then they get in there and flounder, even in situations that work best with their party alignment. Obama has been a good president…for the system we’ve created and that we’re currently a part of. It’s clear that there are still money people involved with this current administration and they’re pulling certain strings. How is this a country “for the people” when our politicians are being paid to make decisions that help a few and not all of us?

I find this infuriating (and you should, too!). When it comes to politics and the state of our country (and our planet!), I find myself getting angrier and angrier. How have we allowed some of these things to be how they are for so long? How can we just sit by and be okay with this? Why do we allow ourselves to be manipulated and controlled? Why do we let politicians use our beliefs, religious or otherwise, to scare us into intolerance?

I don’t remember what speech it was I first saw Bernie Sanders giving, but it was in the fall of last year. I had heard his name before, but I didn’t know anything about him. As he spoke, that fiery anger I felt towards the establishment started to ignite again. That excitement I had about having a real opportunity to make a difference with a vote started to build. Who is this man? And which money people does he have supporting him?

Wait…he doesn’t??

Then, I did the research. I watched more videos, more speeches. I saw his voting record and his amazing political consistency. I saw pictures of him marching with Martin Luther King, Jr. I saw him proudly use the hashtag #blacklivesmatter without a second thought. I saw photos of him shortly after announcing his bid for presidency protesting with workers fighting for $15 an hour. By the time the first Democratic debate had aired, I was already feeling the Bern pretty hard. After the debate, I was determined to help this man become our next president.

To me, it all comes down to the facts. Facts are pretty hard to debate, though many people try. When it comes to the options on the G.O.P. side, they disregard the facts every other sentence. Unfortunately, not content with being just a hypocrite, Sec of State Hillary Clinton has also resorted to this tactic often, especially recently. The fact is Bernie Sanders has zero reasons to lie and if you look at his record, you’ll find he has the facts on his side. He campaigns on a platform and then does everything in his power to make it happen.

I’m tired of the bullshit. I’m tired of political candidates inciting racism amongst the people they’re hoping will elect them. I’m tired of politicians who make lots of money off of our broken system pretending like they’re going to do anything to help fix it. I’m tired of reading about the countless black lives that have been taken by people who have sworn to protect them. I’m tired of women being treated like they’re not equals, as if they can’t make decisions that concern their bodies. I’m tired of our queer community living in fear of their rights being stripped away. I’m tired of our country treating addiction like a criminal felony and not a disease. I’m tired of marijuana, a plant that can literally help cure cancer, being illegal so that the countless numbers of people it would help must suffer or fear being arrested (not to mention, the money it would bring the states). I’m tired of science (let me repeat that: SCIENCE) being completely ignored when it comes to our planet. I’m tired of not being able to just go to the doctor because of fear of how much it will all cost in the end. And I’m tired of…so much more.

Bernie Sanders is tired of the bullshit, too.

So, what’s the point of all this? Well, I’m hoping it will inspire those of you who haven’t to look into him, to research Senator Bernie Sanders. Read about his policies, his record, watch his speeches and debates, and just look at the facts. This is a man of the people. I’ve never donated anything to any politician, but Sanders has inspired that in me (as much as I’m able. I am a struggling artist, afterall). He’s running a campaign financed purely by individual people and labor unions, one that presents facts, and that avoids negative smear campaigns unlike EVERY SINGLE OTHER POLITICIAN IN THE WORLD (okay, maybe not, but presidentially in the U.S.? Here recently, totally true).

To me? That speaks volumes. They will try to tell you that he’ll never win. That he doesn’t have a chance. That he’s going to take all of your money if elected. They are afraid of what will happen if he wins. It’s not your money he’s after, it’s their money. If he wins, they’ll finally be paying back the money THEY OWE ALL OF US.

If you want a president who will really attempt to make real, systemic change in this country, join me in supporting Bernie Sanders in the primaries this spring. He can do this. All you have you do is look at the facts and show up to vote. 

Unlike many of these races, you’re not being forced to pick the lesser of two evils. In this case, we have a legitimately good candidate, one that promises to actually try and help us. I believe in him. I hope you do to.

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