#once maybe

[evlindraws]

I wanted to practice drawing metal :u (it’s probably too shiny but I couldn’t resist, shiny things are my weakness)

[ryekat]

who murders ppl with a hammer 

[granteares]

why...... is my life...... consistently awful.

[twilightnicolas]

If you are still open to requests.... Thom and Delly in D13. Bonus points for smut... :)

sorry no smut, but some fluff :)

They weren’t the tragic couple like Peeta and Katniss, with his being hijacked and all and they definitely weren’t like Gale and Madge, denying their feelings for each other and sneaking away to make out in an abandoned hallway when no one was watching. They were a horse of another color all together. 

If I was going to be completely honest with myself, we weren’t anything, at least not officially. Gale had asked me what was happening between me and Delly, his gray eyes flickering back and forth between me and a couple of female Townies speaking closely to each other in the corner of the room. I didn’t have to ask him what was happening between him and Madge, because I already knew. During one of our walks, Delly and I had caught them necking in an empty hallway. We’d kept our giggles as quiet as possible as we backed away from them. 

“We’re partners,” I’d responded, my eyes following his toward the corner, where they met Delly’s soft grin, which I returned with a smirk.

“Partners?”

“She’s just-,” I turned back toward him, rubbing the edge of my jaw, my skin scratching against my growing beard. “We’re just there for each other. After they threw her in that room with Peeta and he went crazy after she mentioned Katniss? Well she came right to me. She’s known Madge since they were practically in diapers, but she came to me. And-And when my sister lost the baby a month after we got to this shithole, well I didn’t want to talk to anyone but her. Actually, scratch that. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to be around Delly.” I took a deep breath, before starting again. “That’s it, buddy. We’re not finding dark corridors to dry hump in, but-“

I chuckled when Gale punched my bicep, a barely noticeable blush surfacing along his tanned cheekbones. 

“Excuse me guys.” We both looked up to find Delly standing above us, her cerulean eyes smiling down at us. 

“What’s up?” I asked, fighting to keep the smile off of my face.

“I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me. I’m kind of fighting cabin fever down here,” she giggled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

I patted Gale on the shoulder as I stood up, waving goodbye to the others. Everyone from District Twelve tended to stick together. It was hard to find any one of us alone at any time. We were usually in small groups or pairs. If we didn’t have a home to go back to, then we would find a home in each other. 

”Hey.”

I glanced at Delly, smirking as I replied back. “Hey,”

She flushed turning away from me and before I could ask what was wrong, I felt her small fingers link with mine. 

I stifled the urge to make a joke at her red cheeks. Instead, I brought our joined hands to my lips, brushing mine against her knuckles. 

Parners, that’s what we were. Definitely.