katniss had really hot sex with madge a couple years back but they don't like to talk about it
they don’t like to talk about it
and they usually pretend nothing ever happened. that Katniss didn’t use her nails against Madge’s flesh, that there were no bruises on either of their necks, that Madge never kissed her lips so sweetly that she could feel honey dipping out of her mouth for weeks. that Katniss didn’t scream her name, that what started against the piano didn’t end up in the floor and what started in the floor didn’t end up in Madge’s bed. they don’t like to talk about the way Madge caressed Katniss’ breasts like they were made of gold just to bite them to feel the flesh they were really made of. they don’t like to talk about the way they think about that night every day and every night (specially every night, specially during showers) and how it would be impossible to forget what always paints their dreams.
until one night they do, and it happens all over again, and then again and then again, until it becomes the only thing they can talk about.
This is on a bus back from camp, I’m 13 and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and 3 or 4 other dudes I hadn’t met yet running around all summer getting into trouble. Turned out, it would be just me and 1 girl, that’s you. We’re still at camp as long as we’re on the bus and not at the pick-up point where our parents will be waiting for us. We’re still wearing our orange camp t-shirts, we still smell like pine needles. I like you and you like me and I more-than like you but I don’t know if you do or don’t more-than like me…you’ve never said. So I haven’t been saying anything all summer content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me, choosing to do so again the next day and so on. A girl who’s smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh is willing to say something 2 or 3 times as dumb to make me laugh but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a way I can never be, a girl who reads books that no-ones assigned to her, who’s curly brown hair has a line running through it, where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet.
Back in the real world we don’t go to the same school and not unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different neighbourhood, we won’t go to the same high school. So…this is kind of it for us, unless I say something and it might especially be ‘it’ for us if I actually do say something. The sun’s gone down and the bus is quiet. A lot of kids are asleep. We’re talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest-stop that looks like a kid we know and then I’m like “Can I tell you something?” And all of a sudden I’m telling you and I keep telling you, it all comes out of me and it keeps coming, your face is there and gone and there and gone as we pass under the
orange lamps that line the sides of the highway and there’s no expression on it and I think just after a point I’m just talking to lengthen the time where we live in a world where you haven’t said “yes” or “no” yet and regrettably I end up using the word “Destiny”, I don’t remember in what context…doesn’t really matter. Before long I’m out of stuff to say and you smile and say “Okay”. I don’t know exactly what you mean by it but it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to spoil the moment but there’s nowhere to go because we’re on a bus. So I pretend I’m asleep and before long I really am.
I wake up, the bus isn’t moving anymore, the domed lights that line the centre aisle are all on. I turn and you’re not there then again a lot of kids aren’t in their seats anymore. We’re parked at the pick-up point which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church. The bus is half empty. You might be in your dads car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs out to the aisle to get up off the bus just as one of them reaches my row, it used to be our row on our way off. It’s Michelle, a girl who got suspended in third grade for a week after throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence is doing her a ton of favours body-wise. She stops and looks down at me and her head is blasted from behind by the dome lights so I can’t really see her face but I can see her smile, she says one word, “Destiny”. Then all of the girls clogging the aisle behind her all laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus. I didn’t even know you were friends with them.
I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp is over. So is Summer, even though it’s two weeks till school starts.
This isn’t a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a story about how I learned something and I’m not saying this thing is true or not I’m just saying it’s what I learned. I told you something and it was just for you, you told everybody. So I learned to cut out the middle man, make it all for everybody, always. Everybody can’t turn around and tell everybody, everybody already knows, I told them but this means there isn’t a place in my life for you or someone like you, is it sad? Sure but it’s a sadness I chose. I wish I could say this is a story about how I got on a bus a boy and got off a man, more cynical, hardened, mature and stuff but that’s not true.
The truth is I got on the bus a boy and I never got off the bus, I still haven’t.
glimnisssSSS, glimmer falling in love with katniss right before they head out to the arena plz
it was one of the worst situations she has ever been in.
most people would have thought that being from district 1 and all she had an easy life, filled with soft jobs, loose compromises and a quite comfortable future ahead. they were all wrong. Glimmer never intended to be a career. she was considerably scared of the possibility of dying in the Games and the intense routines hours she spent preparing to become a killing machine left every bone of her body sore every day of every week. no one expected any less of her and it was very unlikely that she would have a future in her family if she didn’t volunteered, so she did it. it was all too abstract in her head until she got to the training center.
that was when she realized that she was going into the arena. she was going to be where her cousin once was, where she became a victor and was praised like a queen for years in her family. it can’t be all that hard. wrong. it can. she saw every single one of her opponents showing off excellent skills that made her feel ashamed of her owns. Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, was specially good with a bow, something she always dreamed of achieving. she kept her eyes open to everyone, but she was the one who always caught her attention, the one that Glimmer always secretly cheered for in interviews, the one she smiled for when she got her 11, the one that made her have some very disturbing dreams.
Katniss on the other hand didn’t seem to care much for her, unless it meant she would look at her with some kind of despise for being a part of the Careers. that hurt Glimmer more than anything else. realizing that she would never mean a thing for the girl made her more comfortable with the thought that maybe she would have to kill her. wrong again. she realized while heading to the arena she could never do it. so she was the one to convince the others to let Peeta stay with them as a part of the pack. because she knew it in his eyes he never would mean her harm, that he would lead them off or that if the moment ever came she could help Peeta protect Katniss.
so when they were pursuing her to the tree and it came down to Glimmer trying to shoot her, she was finally happy with the fact that was terrible at using a bow. she made sure her shooting was even worse and secretly prayed that Cato’s was just as bad. when Cato fell, Peeta and Glimmer shared a smile that sealed their pact of protecting Katniss together.
the next morning when she woke up with the terrifying reality that she was getting attacked by hacker jackers, she knew she had to run. but as the venom spread through her body, she barely could move at all, let alone escape from the mutts. with a last breath of hope, Glimmer tried to take off the bow and arrows in case Katniss came down, so she would have them. but she didn’t find the strength to. she just stood in the cold ground, blinking one last time when she saw the girl on fire again. she wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or if Katniss was actually there, but she thought that if she had to die, then seeing the face of the one she thought was the only girl she ever loved seemed like a good way to go.
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Johanna's pov as she watches katniss walk down the isle to her during thier wedding.
Johanna Mason never thought she would get married. Even back then, during her childhood, she didn’t see any point on committing your whole life to only one person forever. It sounded creepy to her young years even when she became an adolescent, and then it could be only added the fact that she was convinced it was also impossible you’d only want to have sex with your husband. As she grew mature, she was thought it was also impossible she didn’t think she’d ever love someone that much.
And some time after that, she realized that she wouldn’t really consider a husband an option. Probably a wife.
Still, even then, she didn’t think this day would actually come. But it did. And she was so nervous. She shouldn’t be, she had talked about it with Katniss the day before. They promised each other they would not be nervous. But as they cuddled one last time as fiancées, she felt Katniss heartbeat faster than usual through the whole night and she knew that neither of them fell asleep that night.
Plus, she knew what Katniss was wearing, how her mom would do her hair and what song would play in the background. No surprises. They were both wearing some of Cinna’s designs he left behind and none of their dresses were white. It was an unconventional wedding with unconventional brides, so why should they? They certainly weren’t virgins anymore. So Johanna remembered every step they would follow and everything they had planned, hoping she wouldn’t make a fool out of herself when Katniss showed up.
It didn’t work. As Katniss appeared in front of her, her arms locked with her mother’s, her skin glowing and her smile shinning towards her, Johanna’s knees seemed to fail her. Her hands became sweaty so quickly she didn’t even had the time to process it. Her breath caught in her throat and she had to swallow hard to regain the control of her body. Katniss wasn’t just beautiful, she wasn’t just radiant once again, she was perfect. Because Johanna understood that she didn’t think this moment would come because she never believed she would find a soulmate. And right now there wasn’t any other word to describe her soon to be wife.
Katniss smiled at her and she smiled back. She mouthed a how do I look and all Johanna could do was shake her head, because she didn’t think she could describe it. She felt a harm in her chest that she only felt one time before: the time Katniss gave her pine needles in 13. It was their wedding decoration now and they would soon follow their districts traditions. Afterwards, they would spend their first night as wives.
And not only Johanna saw what was the point on committing your whole life to only one person forever. She was convinced it was possible to want one person for the rest of her life. And she could love someone that much. She could love Katniss that much. Not only all that was possible, but she looked forward to it.
Katniss sees Gale on TV at his "fancy new job" and he talks about her
It was the first time Katniss saw him in a long, long time. She wasn’t good at keeping record of how long it was because she avoided calendars and dates and watches and television. But it must have been destiny because after over a year, she thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt her to know what was actually happening in other districts. Maybe she wouldn’t flinch when she remembered about all the cameras she had faced and maybe it would do her good to remember not everyone was as miserable as she was.
It was a program she never saw before. Of course she hadn’t, the only shows she knew was the ones the Capitol used to approve, and all of those included people who had too much make up on, too many colors and clothes and hair and perfume. She couldn’t smell them, but she was sure of it. She pushed the thought of roses to the back of her mind and tried to understand what was in front of her.
Apparently, they were doing some kind of interview with people from different districts and jobs. Now that the districts were no longer confined into only one specialization, she realized that the kids actually got to choose what they wanted to do with their lives. She smiled a little at the thought. It seemed like that was it was all about: a simple exposition of the new careers and how people were doing in them. A black haired kid showed up in her screen, looking directly at the camera.
“I wanted to know more about working in the security program”, she said, looking to her right quickly and sounding kind of nervous. “And if you have to fight or do something violent there, because I don’t like those kinds of stuff but it looks interesting.”
The camera immediately changed focus as the man beside her appeared in the screen. Katniss immediately felt her heart skip a beat and her breath was caught in her throat. Gale.
“Well, little lady, you can do a lot of different things in the security program. You can work on your district and help prevent bad things to happen, you can try to develop security measures like I do, so we don’t have to face war again or you can help training people in case we ever need an army”, Katniss listened to his voice but she didn’t listen to his words. She knew he was talking about his new job, but she could only concentrate on the sound of the words, not their meaning. She noticed he had bent down so he was face to face with the girl and she smiled involuntarily.
“But you don’t have to know how to fight right? Because I can’t fight”, she said, a little more comfortable.
“No, you don’t. I have a few friends who only know how to use the computer and they’re still a very important piece in our system”, he smiled at her and gave the camera a quick look for the first time. Katniss felt like he could see her, even though the thought was ridiculous. It lasted a second or two but she didn’t realized how much she missed those eyes until now.
“But you do know how to fight, right? I remember you in the War! You helped us”, she said with a hint of eagerness. Gale sighed, shaking his head.
“Yeah, I was in the War.”
“And you know the Mockingjay, don’t you?”, the curiosity in her voice was clear. Katniss froze in her place at the mention of her old nickname.
“I used to know Katniss, yes”, Gale shifted his position, seeming a little uncomfortable.
“How’s she like?”, Katniss wondered if she was going too off topic but no one was telling her to get back in tracks, so she just waited for his answer.
“She’s brave. And smart. There’s something sweet about her if you look hard enough”, he chuckled. “The best hunter I know”, he said, staring at the ground and didn’t seem to remember there was a camera in his face. He sounded like he was somewhere else. Then something seemed to click inside him and he looked at the girl again, “Knew.”
“What happened?”, the girl too, seemed to have forgotten about the camera.
Katniss stared at him. She now not only missed his eyes and voice, but his bickering and jokes and compliments and company and warmness against her when they hugged… Or kissed. She wanted an answer. What did happen? She knew she had ignored him more times than she could count over the phone, but she also ignored everybody else. He never visited. He sent her a letter once apologizing, but she didn’t know what to answer. Maybe it was her fault too.
“Okay, that’s enough”, a fat old man appeared in front of the camera and said in a mocking tone, “I think we have other people we have to interview today, don’t we, Amalia?”
Amalia, the little girl, nodded, but was clearly disappointed.
“Thank you for your time, mr. Hawthorne”, the man said and Gale managed a smile. “Back at you, Lydia.”
Then a woman started talking about something related to the theme, but once again Katniss didn’t process a thing. Her mind was somewhere else. In the woods. Gale once said that she only really smiled in the woods. Maybe he was right. Or maybe it was because she was with him.
She thought about it for a long time. She didn’t have a watch anymore, so she didn’t know how long. But she decided she would call him. But just as she was trying to figure out what she would say, there was a ringing.