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MASTERLIST

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Info: I only write male readers. The only exception is non‑binary requests — those are always welcome and appreciated. Updates happen when I’m free. -------------------------------

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Rules:

I Do NOT Write:

Explicit rape

Incest

Pedophilia

Female readers

Female characters

Original characters (I only refer to the male reader as (Y/n))

Real people

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I WILL Write:

Poly relationships

Fluff, angst, and smut

Non‑binary readers

Plus‑sized or described readers (e.g., Black or white preferred Y/Ns)

This list may be updated as needed

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Fandoms :

Stranger Things

Marvel (movie versions only)

Alien Earth

Teen Wolf

The Walking Dead

The Pitt

The Knight of the seven Kingdoms

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Masterlist:

Bts:

Haikyuu:

Attack on titans

Stardew Valley

Our Life: Beginnings and always

Teen Wolf

Hunger Games

DC

Stranger Things

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Although I don't write for real people anymore, I'll keep my works up for those who enjoyed them.

Please keep everything kind.

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Full Credits to Writeshite, who I took full inspiration from when making my masterlist.

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Title: The Seven shall hear my prayers

Summary: Wanting to help your husband, but his dreams are too strong.

Warnings: Angst

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There was an ache on my knees, a throbbing sensation that soon turned into a prickling feeling like tiny slivers of needles digging into my legs, despite the pain, the discomfort didn’t move staying in front of the Sevens altar, praying. 

` I had adopted the faith into my heart soon after my marriage to Dearon, needing to find a way to try and save him from himself, to try and starve away the nightmares that climbed into his dreams and tormented him into his waking moments. 

There was little comfort that I could offer him, little I could do to ease his burdens, nothing I tried could stray him from the bottoms of his cups, so I came to pray for the gods to hear me, to let my husband find any small pieces of comfort.  No matter how long I kneeled before the Seven, no matter how long I prayed, no words I spoke reached them, yet I still tried because I needed to do something, anything. 

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“Husband?” I peered into our chambers, hoping that he had crawled into them while I was away. My eyes danced around the room, until I spotted his curled up body leaning against the bed, wasting no time. I came to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Dearon, you should have called for me.” I whispered into his ear.

His arms grasped at my waist, fingers digging into the fabric roughly, despite the rough treatment, I didn’t push away letting him hold me, burying his face deep into the crevices of my neck, the smell of cheap ale filled my nose. 

“I didn’t wish to bother you.” he responded in a mumble.

“I want to be bothered by you, it's my right as your husband. Please, don’t deny me.” I ran a hand through his locks, the golden silver was dulled by the sweat and grime that coated them. My other hand rubbed at his back. “Speak to me, tell me, Dearon, I wish to shoulder your burdens.” I wanted to shake him, scream into his eyes, to make him understand I wanted to help him to, soften the dark marks under his eyes, to loosen his shoulders, to be there for him. But at every moment he moved from my hands, flinched from my voice, as if it were I who was the monster that ailed him. My hands tightened around him as he moved from my grasp. I knew holding on too tight would only lead to more problems so I let him move away from my hold.

His back was against the bed, his legs laid in front of him, his head was cast downwards. And in a soft voice he spoke, “Dragons, in the sky; a fire so big seemed to touch the skies.” his voice shook as he buried his hand into his hair tugging at it. “Aarion, Father, Egg,.. you, all dead. It plagues my dreams, it's all I see.” Despair haunted his voice. 

Carefully I peel his hands from his hair, intertwining them with my own. “I will one day die Dearon, that I will not deny. But right now I’m here.” I raised one of his hands to my chest to rest against my beating heart.”Can’t you feel that? It's me, my heart beats, take comfort in that. Your family breathes, the stranger has not come from them, nor me.” He’d spread his fingers out against my chest, pressing hard against me.

“I see it,” The violet of his eyes seemed to pin me in a place as he spoke.”My dreams aren’t just fairytales, they hold truth.” 

Dreams that spoke of the future, seemed impossible but I wasn’t lacking in my studies Targarens have had dreamers, having visions of things yet to have passed. Although even those tells have been called nothing more than that, just tells. 

“If the gods have deemed you the sight to see. Then it must have been for a reason. You have been chosen for a greater purpose, then that of a second son. Dearon this isn't something you should shield yourself from.” I stared into his eyes, hoping he could see that dreams that granted you a gift like this shouldn’t be shunned but nourished. 

“Choosen? A greater purpose!” His voice was unkind as he stood, “this is no gift its a curse, to see the death of my family, to see the death of those I care for and be powerless to, do anything is nothing but a burden.” I frowned as I rushed to stand as well, to reach across this cavern that separated us. 

  “Dearon, perhaps things could change, perhaps the Gods gave you this power to stop the horrors that have yet to come. There must be a reason for your dreams, the gods would not give you this without reason.” I begged him to understand to see this as more than just another sorrow he would have to endure.

 “You speak of things you don't know! The gods have cursed me and you try to justify this burden, you know nothing.” he was shouting, pulling further away with every word. 

“Dearon, please see this in another light!” He had glared at me, I moved back trying to get away from his gaze.

“This was a mistake, to think you would understand. To see this as more shows you don't understand anything, understand me.” His voice was hard as he stormed away. The closing of our shared chambers startled me. 

It seemed like the chasm was made bigger by our conversation, nothing I said could break the walls he built. I needed to pray, the Seven they would help, they had to.

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[thesecondplacename]

Title: The Party

Summary: Finally getting the chance to speak to your crush

Warnings: I do use the word fag, but its once and not again

Note: I use hanky language and mention Dorothy, which was at the time how gay men helped identify each other. Nothing that requires a big knowledge for you to understanf, but as the character Eddie wears a black Hanky in his back pocket, it's a theory he was a heavy sadomasochist top. I recommend looking into how queer people represented themselves in the 80’s as it's a very interesting read.

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Today was the day, today I was going to go up to Eddie and be friends? If I was lucky, I would see if he was someone who played for the other team; if the hanky was anything to go by and I was putting far too much faith in that little piece of fabric. I would just have to work up the nerve to actually talk to him, and today was the perfect opportunity, King Steve Harrington, ex-King? All that mattered was he was hosting one of his so called legendary parties for his friend Robin, which if I thought about to hard hurt my head how they were friends was anyone's guess but none of that mattered Eddie was here and he was selling, and all I had to do was walk over from the kitchen where I was not at all staring him down, and cross Harrington's living room and dining room where Eddie was laid up against the wall.

Wait until he was alone. I just had to time it correctly, wait until he had no customers, trying to pretend I didn't chicken out four different times and hide back in the ‘safety’ of the kitchen.

Now, he was counting his change no one seemed to be going up to him, now was my chance I will not chicken out.

“Hey?” shit, wrong thing to say, obviously the wrong thing to say.

He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and one of his smiles that made my heart jump. “You looking to score? Got everything you could ever need,” I nodded like a loser. “Ah! Then you've come to the right place. How much? Could give you a great deal, trust me, I ‘m losing out.” I didn't want to buy any weed; I didn’t even smoke. But it wasn't like I could back track now.

“Everything?” why the fuck would I say that who says that!? Eddie's eyes seemed to grow wide, his smile frozen for a second before he burst out laughing.

“I won't be cheap, but for you I'll make an exception. You've officially become my favorite customer, let's see, for everything,” he seemed to drag out his thinking playfully, grabbing his chin and thinking, “I'll let it go for 250. Flat rate, no hidden chargers or fees. What do you say, this is basically a once in the lifetime deal.” and because he was giving one of his smiles and his big doe brown eyes were staring at me all I could do was nodded. And pull out my wallets.

He let out a loud and unrestrained laugh once the deal was settled, “I don’t even want to know what you are going to do with all that weed, but if you ever need more, please come running.”

I held the bag and nodded at him. The weight of failure was strong and so was the fact I just practically gave away three months of cash because the guy I liked smiled at me. I turned and walked away, my head bowed in shame. I passed the bag to a guy that already looked stone out of his mind as I left the Harringtons residents. “Shit, thanks man!”

—-------- What a dumbass, who buys out someone's whole stash just because they have the ugliest, fat-Ish, crush alive. And to top it off I barely even spoke to him. I let out a loud groan, burying my face into my palms.

“Y/n, you idiot, you don't even smoke.” I rubbed aggressively at my eyes trying to awaken from this awful dream. Letting out a sigh I looked out at the forest, Harrington had a pretty big chunk of forest behind his house, leaned slightly over to look at the water, everyone seemed to be inside, the cold chill wasn't the most ideal when throwing a party. But the water felt nice against my feet, as I moved them around in the chlorinated water. I was so in my head that I didn't even register the sound of someone walking up behind me.

“Hey? You good man?” I didn't jump or let out a girly scream. I turned to face Eddie; his hands raised in a mock surrender. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” His big doe eyes seemed to study me for a moment. “You smoked it all already? Didn’t peg you for the type but hey what do I know.”

At that I shook my head, “No, no I didn't smoke it all. I just needed some air.” and because he looked so good just standing there, I couldn't help myself. “Want to join me? The water doesn't actually feel that bad.” I waited for rejection, for him to laugh and call me a fag. Instead, he plopped himself down next to me peeling off his shoes and socks.

“Harrington has a nice place,” for a moment I felt speechless, like everything I could say would ruin the moment, so I nodded. “He's actually not that bad of a guy, despite all the rumors surrounding him, him and Robin they're cool.” King Steve, one of the people? I didn't believe him just seemed so untouchable but, I looked at Eddie from the corner of my eye, and he seemed so comfortable and just so him.

“Yeah, um Steve Harrington, one of the people, I believe it” He laughed so I probably wasn't saying the wrong thing.

“I know it's hard to believe but he's cool.” I bumped my shoulder against him trying to play casually, but I just wanted to touch him. I always wanted to touch him and just being near him made the need stronger. What I hadn't expected was for him to bump me back.

“Yeah, I'll take your word for it Munson,” I turned to look at him, one of my legs resting on the concrete, the other one still resting in the pool. "Your black handkerchief looks cool. You wear it with your outfits?” I waited for a sign, a sign that I was right, if he didn't know what I was talking about I would save myself from humiliation and at worst a beating if I guessed wrong

“Yeah, it's part of my personality.” He was now looking at me, and just watching, maybe just as scared as me, a dance he probably had just as many times as I did trying to find someone who was like you without the fear that they would negatively react if you guessed wrong.

“Yeah, I understand my friend Dorothy is a big fan of wearing pieces like you.” God, his smile was so big as he leaned in a bit so close enough that if someone looked it would raise an eyebrow but close enough to speak in a hushed tone.

“We must have similar friends, Dorothy and I are very familiar with each other.” and then he stood up dragging me away from the light of Harrington's place, and into the woods away from any unwanted eyes. “Don’t scream, ok?” I barely had time to nod, before he had me pinned against a tree kissing me hard, pulling away for a moment to look at me. Waiting.

“That's all you got Munson?” he laughed diving in for another kiss, arms gripping my waist pulling closer. I let my hands twist into his hair pulling him closer. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My new Muse, can't believe Billy died rip

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DC Masterlist

Main Maisterlist

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Superman - Clark Kent

Part One

Summary: Reader is wrongly accused of a crime and Clark does not believe reader is innocent

Part Two

Summary: The aftermath after Y/n left

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Nightwing - Dick Grayson

Immortality

Summary: If you let me consume you, the world would pay for it.

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The Hunger Games Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Peeta Mellark

The Boy with the Bread Series - Completed

Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and Nine

Summary: Watching Peeta get picked for the games.

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Scott McCall

Is this a sex thing?

Summary: Nothing could make you stop loving your big ol’ puppy.

Study Materials

Summary: A boring studying session gets a bit more fun.

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Derek Hale

Misunderstandings

Summary: A misunderstanding, and a lot of unsaid words leads to a breakup.

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Our life

Main Masterlist

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Baxter Ward

Summer Love

Summary: Loving someone for at least one summer is enough.

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Stardew valley Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Sebastian

Picnic

Summary: Inviting Sebastian on a date

A New Arrival

Summary: Moving to to your grandfather old farm, wanting to become closer to your father.

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Attack on titans Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Levi Ackerman

A last Goodbye

Summary: Writing a goodbye letter

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Haikyuu Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Ushijima Wakatoshi

Honeymoon

Summary: You and Ushijima decide to finally to do it after waiting for so long.

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Bts Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Kim Seokjin

In the Crowd

Summary: Watching Seokjin preform in the crowd

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Min Yoongi

Pictures

Summary: Snapshots of your life together

Starting Again

Summary: You think don't think you can be with Yoongi anymore

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Kim Namjoon

Love

Summary: Having someone who loves you more than anything can be dangerous

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Park Jimin

12 months in a year

Summary: Going through a whole year together

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Jeon Jungkook

Fight

Summary: Getting into a fight

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Jung Hoseok

Well, what if it wasn't

Summary: What if things didn't have a happy ending

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Billy Hargrove

A fun Night to Remember

Summary: You've managed to get the newest resident of Hawkins all to yourself.

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Eddie Munson

A Party

Summary: Finally getting the chance to speak to your crush

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can I request smut bottom Scott McCall x top male werewolf reader

Study Materials

Summary: A boring studying session gets a bit more fun.

Warning: Slight smut, nothing graphic

-Sorry for seeing this so late, although not full-on smut as I blanked there is some spice.

—-------------------------------------------------------------- It wasn't like Scott had a hard time letting go of control. Well, that was a lie. But what type of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help him relax everyone once in a while? Which is why we were in our current predicament.

His back was pressed up against my chest as I nipped against his neck trying to get him to drop the booking he was studying and pay attention to me. “McCall, don't tell me that book is more interesting than m10e?” I could feel him roll his eyes.

“Harris, will actually kill me if I fail another one of his tests. And then after he's done my mom will do the same.” I groaned into his neck, “Y/n, I'll give you all the attention once I'm done.” I buried myself deeper into his neck.

“Fine, I won't ask for your attention.” I let my hand tease the waist band of his jeans. “Just ignore me, hm? I promise you won't even know I am here." The sliver of his pale skin was so addicting, and I desperately wanted to devour it, but I was patient and was more than acquainted with the long game.

“Y/n,” The disapproving tone was heard and very much ignored. I continued to stoke the exposed skin. I could feel him relaxing into me. “Fine. Don't expect me to give you any attention" God, if I had a tail, it would be wagging.

I unzipped his pants slowly enjoying the way he was pretending to read his book and like he wasn't at all interested in the attention I was giving, letting my hand slip underneath his boxer where he was hard, palming at his length. “Oh? You sure seem to be liking all the attention I'm giving you though baby.” kissed at his neck, enjoying every shudder and moan I drew out from him. The way he tilted his head to give me better access.

I laughed against his neck, letting my other hand grip his thigh. “Come on, you're practically begging for it Scott, it's embarrassing, aren't you supposed to be the Alpha? “I sucked my claim against his neck, far too proud of the blooming red.

He pushed away. I didn't move to grab him, letting him turn about to face me. Letting his knees cage me in. “You're so annoying you know that?” I gripped his wasting pulling him closer, my other hand trailing up to yank at his hair into a kiss

“Hmms maybe so but yet here you are begging me with those pretty eyes to ruin you.” I mumble against his lips, “and I'm more than happy to do so, you just got to use that pretty mouth of yours and ask.” He was far too easy to tease.

“Please Y/n.” he was batting those long lashes at me, and I was only so strong, so in a single motion, I slipped him underneath me, pinning his hips down with one hand the other trailing beneath his shirt teasing at his nips.

“Come on baby, I know you can do better than that.” Sharp fangins grazing his necks, stopping just short of biting, claiming something that already belonged to me.

“Y/n,” So needy and desperate all mine. “Stop teasing already.” —--------------------

One can call this a lime, not lemon.

[thesecondplacename]

A Fun night to remember.

Summary: You've managed to get the newest resident of Hawkins all to yourself.

Warnings: slight smut nothing that graphic

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My head bumped up against the car door, in theory making out with the newest and hottest resident of Hawkins, in the back of his 1979 Chevrolet Camaro. It truly was every boy's wet dream, but I watched as he pulled back if only for a moment and severely judged how much head-way he had and practically threw his head at the roof. He let out a deep groan as he made contract.

“Fuck, pretty boy this shit isn’t working.” I wanted to say otherwise but the way I was laid squished against the leather, I was more inclined to agree. I pushed myself up elbows propping myself up.

“You think?” I watched him hold the same hunger that originally made me crawl into the back seat of his Camaro, and that look was more than tempting, but my body was already aching and not in the fun way, “We could go to my place? My parents are out. Unless you have other plans?”

A smirk came quickly as he nodded like I had just said the best thing he heard all day and not to pat myself on the back or anything but I did. I totally did. I didn't rush as I jumped into the passenger seat, wasn't buzzing with excitement. I was cool and collected, like inviting guys back to my place was second nature and not at all foreign. The car sped off hard. I barely had a moment to buckle up, aiming for casualness as I told him my address, but missing by a mile.

I didn't let myself think too much about that, as the ease he was looking at made me forget any embarrassment. I watched as he pulled up, headlight turning off. And surprisingly opening up my door for me. “Didn’t expect you to be so chivalrous.”

“Well don't get used to it,” he leaned down, lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Gonna, be anything but kind once I get you underneath me, Baby boy.” A hard shiver ran through me as he nipped at my ear. I was screwed.

I led him inside, straight to my room, “Straight to business, hm?” His voice was light and teasing. “Well I won't complain too much,” his hand gripped my waist as he pushed his hard length against my own. “God, I'm going to ruin you.”

All I could do was nod dumbly at that, “I won't object.” What a complete stupid thing to say but it made him chuckle. So maybe that was enough.

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Can't believe I just started watching Stranger Things. Billy's character is a total ass, but if he isn't the prettiest of boys! Literally my favorite character. This is just a small writing thing to get me back into the rhythm of writing. As of now I have my muse lol. Hopefully I can actually start writing more y/n. If I even still have people wanting my work.

[thesecondplacename]

The Boy with The Bread

Warning: slight Gore, suicide ideations, and major character death

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We were running, my lungs burned as the sewage air penetrated my nostrils, I panted heavily, I could hear screaming, as those monstrous beasts chased us. Finnick right next to me as I turned to look at him, he had a serious expression. I turned to look ahead of us, Katniss, Peeta and those who survived and made it up the manhole were screaming for us to hurry up.

And just for a moment, a small fleeing second. I stopped running, stopped fighting to live. Before Peeta’s screaming forced me to begin running, Finnick looked back and a look that I can't describe overcame his face. I wasn't going to make it, even if I hadn't stopped one of us would have to climb up first and why should it be me? Why did I fight so much? Finnick had Annie and so many people waiting for his safe return, me? I lost all my family and friends to the fire, and I had spent weeks making Peeta remember his love for Katniss, so why should I survive? When could my sacrifice save someone? 

So, I stopped, this time with a purpose, and I could hear the yelling could see Finnick turn around, eyes widening, but he didn't stop running, everything seemed to slow down and fade away, as I feel it, a bite right at the jugular, it hurt, and then came another one, just as painful. As a loud scream escaped me, I could feel these beasts tearing me apart as I was nothing but a piece of meat. Then a bright light blinded me and that was it. 

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The End~

To be honest I just need to end this, it bothered me that I hadn't. Of courses, I have other chapter made but haven't published but I just lost interest in this work. so, I thought of a simple end.

For those interested, there were two ending for this, one would have the reader end up alone and healing in the capital. and the other I was going to have Annie die in the hands of the capital, and have the reader end up with Finnick as, Finnick would comfort you, as you nursed Peeta back to help and forced him to remember that he loves and chose Katniss.

I didn't see and ending where Peeta leaves Katniss, even if he still loves you, the trauma bond between those two goes to strong.

but maybe if Katniss dies? no, not killing her. sorry if this is to ranty . maybe I'll continue to write this story and publish the true ending one day.

[thesecondplacename]

The Boy with the Bread

part 8

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I was left standing. He was always going to pick her, and I was the fool who kept hoping that he would someday pick me.

I left his home, carefully walking outside, I glanced around and my eyes found Prim. She was putting the fallen snow into a bucket rather quickly.

Walking over to her, “What are you doing?” I county help but be curious over what was happening.

“Gale, “ she seemed to think of something before continuing. “The Peacegards whipped him, he’s in bad shape. The snow, I have to bring it to him.” Gale? He was injured?

I followed Prim into her home, and everything felt like chaos. Katniss was a mess, crying and screaming. Peeta was holding her back, Ms.Everdeen, was working on Gale, who seemed to be dead. Blood was everywhere.

I couldn't breathe. I made eye contact with Peeta who only casted me a glance before turning his attention back to Katniss, she was bleeding. I shouldn't be here, I ran out the door trying to breath the smell of blood filled my whole being, Gale’s lifeless body was playing like a loop thru my mind.

I don't know how I made it home, but I did and quickly made it into my room.

It was too much, again I had gotten my hopes up, and again I was hurt, it was a never ending cycle of pain. And now Gale is bleeding out in Katniss' home, everything was too much.

I lost it. I threw my dresser onto the floor, ripped my mirror off the wall and smashed it onto the floor. Someone was screaming and destroying my room. It was me. I had completely lost it, everything had become too much for me to handle.

I don't know how long I was there for but I do know that once I regained consciousness, my entire room was gone, everybit of furniture had been completely destroyed. And I laid at the center of it all. I was sobbing, so hard that I didn't even notice that my room door opened. My mom had returned to see the destruction I made. She didn't yell or try to scold me for the mess, instead she joined me on the floor and wrapped her arms around me.

“Shh, baby it's ok, I'm here.” she spoke so softly as she held on to me so tight. “Let it out baby, it's ok, I can take it.” And she did as I sobbed into her arms. She didn't once loosen her grip. She didn't once let go.

“Why am I so hard to love, why is loving me so hard?” Why am I so unwanted? Why do people struggle so hard to want me?

“I love you, I love you so much (Y/n).”My mom spoke as her grip around me tightened. “Let my love for you be enough (Y/n).” I wish it could be. But it wasn't, and I think that she knew that.

“I’m sorry.” It was all I could say.

“It’s ok, as long as I’m here you don't have to shoulder this pain. As long as I’m here you will always have someone who loves you more than life itself.” I let myself break down in her arms, knowing that she wouldn’t leave or let go.

I don't know how long we were there together, but the sun was already setting by the time I had managed to pull myself together.

“You ok?” I looked into her eyes and she looked so tired, she must have just come home from working and saw the mess I was in. I felt so guilty she deserved her rest, but here she was taking care of me instead.

“Yeah, thank you mom,” there was something I needed to do. “I need to see Gale. the Peaceguard.” She seemed to understand, as she let me go, and pulled me up to stand with her.

“Go.” She spoke with a tired smile.

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Working on part 9 as I upload this!!

[thesecondplacename]

The Boy with the bread

Summary: Somethings never change.

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I froze, I could move. He was pressing against me so hard that I thought I would break. I didn't know whether I should pull him closer or push him away.

Before I had to make that decision he pulled himself away, he looked as surprised as I did like he hadn't expected himself to do that. I tried to speak but I was at a loss for words, what could I say? What do you say in a moment like this?

“I’m sorry (Y/n), I shouldn’t have done that.” Peeta pushed away from me. “I’m so sorry. You don't deserve this, you deserve so much better than this.” He was walking back and forth, “(Y/n), we can't.” “I love you.” I moved to grab him, and he let me. “I have always thought of myself as someone who didn't need anyone who could survive by myself. But you showed me that there is so much more to life than living in fear and waiting for death. Run away with me. Let's find a life free from everything where we can be together. Please?”

“(Y/n), I love -” the doors of Peeta's home were thrown open with so much force it felt like the whole house had shaken.

“Peeta, Katniss needs you.” Haymich was at the door, I looked at Peeta hoping he wouldn't go that for once he would choose me.

“She needs me, (Y/n).” That's all he said before he was out the door. I was alone again, I was broken again, it seems like nothing changes, rather it just repeats itself.

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Note: Sorry for such a short update, I'm using my mom's computer to write this.

I promise the nest update will be longer and it will happen very soon!!!