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@wyattsscallow
iâm so irritated my wyatt and haymitch will do everything but confess to each other
hello have some more wymitch art because i love drawing them
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idk if i should post this on tiktok
ugh id just hate it if people interacted with my wymitch stuffâŠ,
hello guys if you like wymitch you should follow my tiktok (wyattsscallow)
hello guys my requests for sotr x reader are open (specifically wyatt) đ„čđ
whenever the movie comes out i just want everyone to know that i was a fan of wyatt callow before everyone else
covey!wyatt callow
warnings: none, might be ooc
pairings: covey!wyatt callow x reader â i tried to make it gender neutral but it may have leaned fem đ
a/n: iâve seen so many sotr x covey!reader fics and i was quite inspired, but after seeing pics/vids of ben wang playing guitar i knew what i had to do â not to mention the incredible lack of wyatt x reader fics. also, wyattâs descriptions are based on movie wyatt/ben wang. i also do not play guitar, so my knowledge is limited.
w/c: 1.8k
you first met wyatt callow many, many months ago after sneaking past the fence separating district 12 from the wilderness. you were acutely aware of the consequences, but you knew that they only applied if you were caught. besides, the games were punishment enough.
the soft strums of a guitar pulled you in like a sirenâs song that day. in a way, the chords were melancholy, doleful, and beautiful. you had never heard such a thing before, because nobody could afford a guitar in district 12, specifically the seamâs people. they were more worried about feeding their family. immediately, you recognized this mysterious, guitar-playing person as covey.
the covey were a fascinating bunch of people, and many in 12 were in awe of their musical talent, including yourself. some covey even performed in certain parts of the district, in bars or particular events. you distinctly remembered seeing one covey girl, with a hint of red in her hair, play an accordion at a gathering.
you let your ears guide you through the soft grass of the meadow, where flowers and weeds tickle the skin of your legs. the wilderness stretched for miles, making the barren land of district 12 seem minuscule in comparison to its beauty.
a boy with dark hair and a soft face sat there in the field, his fingers plucking at the strings of his wooden guitar. he looked almost ethereal. his body was framed by the floral accents in the green, dark eyes focused on the music, and the afternoon sun casting him in a breathtaking light. his size was fairly average, but his body was definitely defined. you assumed he was forced to work in the mines, like many of the boys in this district.
he was dressed in a fitting, white button up with a black vest on top, and he had brown pants on. the sight confused you at first, because the covey were associated with bountiful amounts of color in their clothing. maybe you were missing something.
in short, you were in awe. you were half convinced that you had stumbled upon a celestial being with a remarkable talent for music, or maybe you had died and this is what heaven looked like.
your presence did not go unnoticed, however. the boyâs head snapped around at the sound of your boots crunching the grass below, and the sound of his guitar halted. you immediately snapped out of your trance, eyes going as wide as saucers.
âhiâŠâ you had muttered, heart racing in anticipation as you were caught red-handed.
he stared at you for many moments, his expression difficult to read.
âhi,â he finally replied, eyes barely meeting yours.
you two stood there awkwardly, unmoving like deer caught in headlights. the silence was deafening, and you felt your embarrassment growing by the second.
"you're very good at that," you stuttered out a compliment with a bashful smile, brushing your hands over your too-tight pants. you were desperate to draw attention away from how odd and unrefined you seemed. that would not be a very good first impression. suddenly, you were painfully aware of your disheveled appearance. sneaking out was not a walk in the park.
the covey boy stared at you in silence before a faint smile crossed his face.
"thank you," he nodded his head, "i'm wyatt." he introduced himself quietly, not making a big gesture out of it as he smoothed his fingers over the strings of his guitar. maybe he was nervous too, you thought, that would make two of us.
it was safe to say that after this, you two had grown very, very close. from sneaking into the meadow together to wyatt even teaching you to play his guitar. with your time knowing the boy, he had always been the kind to keep to himself. he never opened up fully to anyone before you came about. he told you all about the covey, and how he learned music. he even told you old folktales and stories about other covey members.
there were some things he was rather hesitant on telling you about though. whenever you talked about the hunger games and the past victors of district 12, wyattâs expression almost seemed⊠mournful. you could only wonder what he was thinking.
currently, you were sitting between his legs on the grass, his instrument in hand. the wood of his guitar was engraved with small carvings of animals and flowers, which seemed to be painted over with bright colors. wyattâs hands were placed over yours, guiding your fingers on where to strum and pluck correctly. you felt the weight of his body pressed against your back, and youâd be lying if you said it wasnât distracting.
you played a somewhat coherent chord with his help and glanced over your shoulder to look for wyattâs approval. a small, proud smile appeared on his face, yet he continued to adjust your fingers here and there. his hands were larger than yours, and quite warm. his fingertips were calloused from what you assumed was the guitarâs doing, but they felt so soft against yours at the same time.
âtry again,â he urged you quietly, dark eyes flicking to yours. you held his gaze for seemingly too long, because he looked away shyly after a moment. the sight of that amused you.
resisting the urge to grin, you turned your attention back to the instrument and ran your fingers over the strings, producing a much prettier sound this time.
âi understand why you do this now,â you chuckled, turning your head to look at him again. now, however, he was already looking at you.
âyouâre already better than me,â he joked with a low tone that made a shiver crawl through your body. he always kept his voice below a certain level, as if restraints were put on his volume.
you shook your head and laughed, turning your gaze towards the guitar. âno way,â you protested.
wyatt didnât answer immediately, and instead just stared at you. you couldnât help but notice the way his eyes flickered down towards your lips before he looked away completely. your heart picked up in speed.
on a whim, you lean closer to the dark-haired boy. your lips were now just a hair away from being pressed together.
however, wyatt flinched back a few inches. you immediately felt the guilt come rushing in. maybe you were under the wrong impression, maybe he didnât truly feel the way you did towards him. maybe all of this was under a friendly gaze. maybe he-
your thoughts were quelled with the soft press of lips against yours.
the kiss lasted for a few seconds before you both pulled away, almost at the same time. the two of you looked at each other with wide eyes and flushed faces. wyatt was the first to move, ducking his head down and clearing his throat.
his guitar lay forgotten on your lap as you moved your head to kiss wyatt again. your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs swiping over his skin gently. he kissed you back, his hands planted on both sides of himself awkwardly.
when the two of you moved away from each other again, you both returned to the staring-at-each-other-and-saying-nothing state.
âwas that okay?â wyatt muttered. a slight shiver escaped your body as you nodded your head. you could still feel his lips on yours, as if he were still kissing you, and it was making your head all fuzzy.
you turned your body back around to your original position, facing away from wyatt while holding his guitar. your fingers never touched the strings again, but you needed an excuse to hide your blushing face.
wyatt leaned forward and rested his chin on your shoulder, his brown eyes fluttering shut as he basked in your warmth. he looked almost peaceful like this, like he was years younger than eighteen.
in this moment alone, you found yourself appreciative of wyattâs guitar â because without it, you never would have heard those chords echoing through the meadow, which led you to him, and you most certainly would not have had the opportunity to feel his lips against yours.
wyatt suddenly moved to retrieve his guitar from your grasp. you were confused at first, watching him closely as he adjusted the instrument in his lap. you turned yourself around to face him as he began to play a soft opening chord.
your eyes lit up as you recognized the song he was playing. the hanging tree, he called it. it was one of your favorites to hear him play. youâve heard the song hummed and whistled around the streets of district 12, and you even began to learn the lyrics yourself. however, hearing wyatt sing was much sweeter.
his voice was deep and rich, like the dark chocolate you were only allowed to have on special occasions. you couldnât help but lean closer to the boy as he sang, hanging onto each of the lyrics as they flowed from his lips.
once he strummed the final chord and ended the song, you grinned widely and clapped.
âyou sound better every time i hear you,â you teased, hands clasped in your lap as your applause died down.
wyatt smiled sheepishly in return and tilted his head down. âthank you,â he replied softly.
you both sat in silence after that, letting the mockingjays above repeat wyattâs song over and over again. your chin moved up towards the sky, watching the birds fly over head.
when you looked back down, wyatt was already gazing at you, but he didnât glance away this time. instead, he gently placed his guitar beside you both and leaned in for a kiss.
you returned it as soon as his lips met yours. the kiss was much longer than before, and wyatt had finally mustered up the courage to put a hand on your knee. his thumb gently stroked the fabric of your pants as his lips moved with yours simultaneously. the way he kissed you, the way he caressed you, it was all so gentle â like he was protecting a small animal.
wyattâs hand, the one not on your leg, came up to cradle your face. he pulled you closer to him, craving your warmth and everything you had to offer. you had no idea how much, and how long, he has wanted this.
when you broke apart, you two took another period of silence to stare at one another. he looked at you as if you had hung the moon and the stars yourself. you couldnât believe how vulnerable he seemed.
looking deep into wyattâs dark eyes, you were sure that you were right where you wanted to be. deep in the meadow, side-by-side with someone who was truly worth keeping.
a/n: i hope u enjoyed this! this is my first x reader im posting on this account, so i hope i did not do too poorly⊠if you would like anything adjacent to this, my requests are open!
of course i feel too much, iâm a universe of exploding stars.
synopsis: evelynne and victoria explore their feelings for each other, while a wave of regret floods them both.
word count: 1.8k
âVicky?â Evelynne called out to the woman beside her. Her brows furrowed as she gazed upon Victoria, who seemed completely out of it.
The blonde snapped out of her daze as she felt a nudge on her shoulder. Victoria clutched the fabric of her dress and whipped her head around to look back at Evelynne.
âWhat?â She muttered in response. Victoriaâs gaze seemed to avoid making direct eye contact with Evelynne, as if she was afraid to stare into her brown eyes.
âYou keep day dreaming.â
âOh⊠Iâm sorry.â
Victoria swallowed and exhaled a shaky breath. She clasped her slender hands in her lap.
âAre you alright?â Evelynne moved closer to the dazed woman, brows still furrowed.
Victoria finally looked up to accept the eye contact. She immediately felt her heart rate speed up and her thoughts racing. She had to fight herself to keep her eyes locked on Evelynneâs eyes (and not drift off to stare down at her lips).
This did not go unnoticed by Evelynne, however. She raised her brows in amusement, not expecting such from Victoria â the woman with conflicting views.
Evelynne reached out to brush her fingers against Victoriaâs upper thigh. Her eyes gazed into the otherâs, almost tranced by how gorgeous the colors of her irises.
Victoria flinched and jerked her body away from the other girl. She stood up and clutched the skirt of her dress as she stared at Evelynne incredulously.
âKeep your disgusting hands off of me!â The blonde woman snapped. Deep inside her, she ached for Evelynne to touch her like that even more.
Evelynneâs expression turned into one of pure confusion and betrayal. She stood up as well, towering over Victoria and stepping into the other girlâs personal space.
âWhat the hell is your problem? God forbid I want to check up on my best friend.â She bit back, her face inching too close to Victoriaâs.
âI donât need you to touch me like that! I donât want your⊠disease.â
Evelynne felt pure rage boil deep inside her gut at that. She let out a bitter laugh and pulled Victoria flush against her, their chests pressed together.
âMy disease?â She repeats.
âYes,â Victoria breathes out. She was hyperfocused on the way their bodies felt against one anotherâs.
Evelynne let herself flash Victoria a smile before grabbing her face roughly and pressing her lips against the blondeâs. Victoriaâs body tensed as she felt the sensation of Evelynneâs mouth against hers. She hated how good it felt, how much she enjoyed it, and how much she craved more.
The blonde whimpered softly as Evelynne grazed her bottom lip with her tongue. She felt her indifferent facade fade with every millisecond the kiss continued.
Finally, Evelynne pulled away to stare down at the woman, a string of spit connecting them.
âI guess youâre âinfectedâ too, huh?â She cocked her head to the side, her curls bouncing along with her movements.
Victoria stood there in shock, her body frozen in place. She was torn between pulling Evelynne back into a kiss and pushing her away.
âEvelynneâŠâ She breathed out. Victoria stared up at the taller woman, âYouâre⊠That was disgusting.â
Evelynne huffed out a laugh. She shook her head before responding to the girl.
âThen why did you like it so much?â She shot back with an almost condescending grin. Evelynne leaned her face closer to Victoriaâs again, their lips brushing against each otherâs.
Victoria did not know how to respond to that statement. She shouldâve screamed at Evelynne. She shouldâve pushed her away and told her off for how awful her behavior was, but she couldnât. She wasnât thinking about the hateful views thrust upon her, how her parents would shun her for the way she was so close and kissing her best friend. All she could think about was how Evelynneâs lips felt against hers, and how much she wanted more.
Evelynne could sense the dubiety behind Victoriaâs gaze. Despite the look, she pressed her lips against the blondeâs once again. Victoria melted into it immediately, her lips moving in sync with the taller woman. She moaned softly against Evelynne as she felt her tongue swipe against her bottom lip.
Evelynne grabbed Victoria by the collar of her blouse and pushed her down against the couch, straddling her lap. Victoria leaned back to separate their lips, pleasure strumming low in her body.
âWe canât⊠We shouldnât do this.â She choked out. Her body screamed at her to push Evelynne off of her, but she didnât. She couldnât.
âDo you want it?â Evelynne whispered, her breath soft against the womanâs lips.
Victoria paused for a moment. She stared up at Evelynne, almost in a trance.
âYes.â She breathed out and pulled Evelynne back into a passionate kiss. Her nimble hands gripped the waist of the woman above, pulling her hips flush against hers. Victoria let out another whimper against Evelynneâs mouth, allowing the otherâs tongue to slip between her lips.
âI wonder what your family would say if they saw you like this,â Evelynne chuckled lowly, trailing her lips against the expanse of Victoriaâs neck, âLetting a girl kiss you, touch you like this.â Her hands trailed down to trace her fingers down Victoriaâs chest to tug the front of her dress down, exposing her undergarment beneath.
âEvie!â Victoria gasped, bringing her own hands up to cover her semi- exposed chest. Evelynne chuckled and snatched the womanâs hands away from her body, pinning them against the couch.
âYouâre so gorgeous.â She whispered before leaning down and pressing kisses to Victoriaâs breasts, tugging down her bra to expose the rest of her body. Victoria shivered, her head leaning back to rest against the couch.
Evelynne bit and sucked marks into the swell of Victoriaâs breasts. Her hands wandered to pull the skirt of her dress up, her nails tracing across Victoriaâs upper thighs.
Evelynne then moved the couple to a position where Victoria was on top of her now. They pressed their lips together once more, Victoriaâs hand gripping Evelynneâs frizzy curls as she dominated the kiss now. The brunette moaned against her lips, shivering as she felt Victoria tug at her sweater.
Evelynne obeyed the silent command and snatched her own sweater off, taking her bra off along with it. Victoria licked and sucked at her exposed torso, trailing closer to her clothed core.
âMay I?â Victoria asked politely, her voice a far cry from the actions she was about to perform on Evelynne. The curly-haired girl immediately nodded her head, her own hands beginning to tug the waistband of her pants down and off her legs.
Victoria immediately pushed Evelynneâs undergarments to the side. Her breath hitched as she caught sight of the brunetteâs exposed skin.
âWhat? Scared?â Evelynne snickered. Her words were quite clever, as her main motivation was to rile up Victoria and get her to do something about this.
Scowling, Victoria brought up two of her fingers to rub tight circles against Evelynneâs clit. Curls spread across the couch, her head falling back against the armrest, all of these things made the blonde girl go positively insane.
Once Victoria added her own tongue to the mix of pleasure, Evelynne swore every fantasy sheâs had of her best friend has come true. Thank whoever the hell is up there.
Victoriaâs ministrations were quick and motivated. She needed to prove Evelynne wrong, while also giving into her own cravings.
âFuck,â Evelynne huffed out a sharp breath, her legs trembling as she hooked them over the girlâs shoulders, âYouâre too good at this. What the hell do you do at those sleepovers you have with your other friends?â The woman chuckled. She tugged at Victoriaâs blonde locks, pressing her flush between her legs.
Victoria grunted in response. Her two digits moved to slowly slide inside of Evelynne, peering up at her as the girlâs brows furrowed in pleasure. A satisfied smirk spread across Victoriaâs face, and Evelynne could feel it against her core.
Somewhat frustrated that Victoria was enjoying this, Evelynne squeezed her bare, muscular thighs around the blondeâs head. She chuckled as she felt the other womanâs hand grip the flesh of her quad, her long nails digging marks into the skin.
As quick as it began, Evelynne felt herself teetering over the edge as Victoria sucked at her clit. She began to rock her hips against the womanâs face.
âAhâ Vicky!â Evelynne cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her vision going white for a few moments. Her thighs tightened around Victoriaâs head before ultimately releasing her.
Victoria came up gasping for air, her normally styled hair disheveled and tangled. She leaned over Evelynneâs body before crashing their lips together once more. The brunette guided her hips to line up with her own, whimpering as their cores pressed against each otherâs.
Victoria was the first to move. She gripped Evelynneâs curls, no regard for the pain, and began to grind herself roughly against her.
âI guess I was wrong to assume you were the straightest girl Iâve ever met.â Evelynne laughed between high-pitched whimpers.
âFuck, shut up!â Victoria exclaimed. She clapped her hand over Evelynneâs mouth and moved her hips impossibly faster.
Still sensitive from her very recent orgasm, Evelynne felt herself approaching her climax quite quickly. Her hands gripped Victoriaâs hips.
Being in this situation with her best friend made all kinds of thoughts rush throughout Victoriaâs usually clear head (spoiler alert: none of them were platonic). Too clouded by all her perversion, Victoria didnât even realize she was about to come. A strained gasp escaped her as her hips stuttered against Evelynneâs, her head leaning down to bury her face in the shoulder of the woman. The brunette followed shortly after, biting hard enough on her lip to draw blood.
âVickyâŠâ Evelynne softly whispered to the woman above her.
The pair sat there for a while, breathing heavily and bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. However, the moment was still short lived as Victoria moved first. Her breath caught as she saw herself in the nearest reflective surface. Hair messy, lips swollen. All because of Evelynne. All because of a woman.
âI canâtâŠâ The blonde whispered, straightening out her dress as she turned to Evelynne, âI canât do this.â
Evelynneâs brows furrowed. She sat up abruptly, panic settling deep in her gut. She was stupid to think this wouldâve ended any other way.
âVictoria.â She muttered, saying the womanâs name more firmly than before. However, no matter how stern her tone was, Victoria was long gone.
A distant look in her eyes told Evelynne everything she needed to know. The brunette hurriedly dressed herself, fighting back frustrated tears.
âFine.â Evelynne huffed out, sparing her best friend one last glance.
âWe can forget this ever happened.â