Yall I May Or May Not Have Gotten Sick (i Accidentally Manifested It From That Peeta Fic) So Im Gonna

y’all i may or may not have gotten sick (i accidentally manifested it from that peeta fic) so i’m gonna put a hold on writing until i feel better. so sorry, i’ll be back soon! 🫶🫶

RAE’S RECORDS…

THE HUNGER GAMES

FINNICK ODAIR ☆

this is me trying

summary: finnick odair was something you trusted. and there were only two things you trusted. him, and the ocean. but finnick wasn’t like the ocean. he wouldn’t come back after pulling away.

showing my cards

summary: never would you let someone like finnick odair into your life, but finnick odair was an exception.

PEETA MELLARK ☆

the doctor is in

summary: after you get sick, peeta takes it upon himself to be the person taking care of you.

JOSH HUTCHERSON (he deserves his own category atp)

MIKE SCHMIDT ☆

my favorite things

summary: mike has never had anyone compliment him, not in a long time, at least.

moving day

summary: you moving into mike’s house makes actually moving in a bit sweeter.

CLAPTON DAVIS ☆

skate to me

summary: clapton was absolutely astonished when he saw that the person who skated right by him in the hallway was right here, next to him, in his science class.

from me, to you (1), (2)

summary: you and clapton had a christmas tradition. gift baskets. but this year, clapton has a special letter attached to his…

clapton davis hcs!

RANDOM ☆

“they’re pretty but…” with thg characters!

summary: based off that one trend yk

more to come…! ☆

skate to me

pairing: clapton davis x gn!reader

summary: !BASED OFF A REQUEST I FORGOT TO ATTACH THIS TO! clapton was absolutely astonished when he saw that the person who skated right by him in the hallway was right here, next to him, in his science class.

warnings: light cursing, i think?? i’m not fucking sure at this point

word count: 1.0k

author’s note: so sorry it took me like a whole month to get back! 😭this has been crazy ass couple of months, and i just couldn’t get anything out if i tried. i honestly think that i might take a break on writing for clapton and characters like mike, simply because i don’t think i have any motivation to write for them. i don’t wanna let you guys down, but i also don’t wanna write crappy fics, either. i’ll say on a separate post who i’ll be writing for. thanks so much for your guys support! and with that, enjoy ☆

clapton thought he was the only one who skated through the hallways of grizzly lake highschool. it wasn’t like he gatekeeped it or anything, but it was his thing. and everyone knew that.

so when he felt you brush against him in the hallway this morning, he barely got a glimpse of your shoes and purple hoodie before you skated away. it frustrated him—

wait, skated?

he thought he was crazy. he had to have hallucinated those rollerskates. but the sound when you rushed by him, those had to have been rollerskates. but nobody else but him did that. that was his thing. besides his ego being a bit affected, he was more excited than anything. maybe he could make a new friend. he’d never met anyone else who skated, especially at school. but where did you go? no, more importantly, what class were you in? clapton was not famous for being patient, so this would be difficult.

he begrudgingly made his way to science class, upset that he might not see you until passing period, where the hallway would be filled with what felt like thousands upon thousands of people. no way he was gonna see you during that. and if he tried to find you during lunch? he’d definitely look like a total creep. so this was a lose lose situation. he’d never be able to talk to the stranger with the skates.

this made clapton’s walk to class even more frustrating. throughout the whole day, all he could hope for was to hear your skates against the ground. but he didn’t. not once. it was the end of the day, and he was heading to his last class. clapton was just about done with everything when he saw a pair of skates next to a desk. and just above that desk was a purple hoodie. and even more above that was probably the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen.

he was practically just standing and staring in the doorway. of course you weren’t staring back at him, he thought. you were busy listening to music and getting ready for class, getting your notebooks and everything.

clapton didn’t move until another student shoved him out of the way so they couldd get through, muttering something under their breath in the process. clapton couldn’t care less, though. because there was an open seat next to you and what perfect timing was it that he was the only person who hadn’t sat down yet? this coincidence made him believe that maybe there was a god. maybe it was you.

his mood an entire 180 from how it was less than 2 minutes ago, he sat down right next to you, waiting for you to notice him like an excited child.

not noticing someone had sat next to you, you weren’t expecting someone to be right next to you. normally, as far as first days go, people liked to haze the new kid. so someone looking eager to talk to you was not a good sign.

“hi,” you say slowly, going to look at him.

“hey there, gorgeous.” he said. as soon as that came out of his mouth he knew that was a big yikes. (ayo?? 😟)

your eyes widened. what the hell was his problem?

“woah, coming off a little strong there, aren’t we?” you ask.

how could he save this already trainwreck of a conversation? if he could even call it that.

“sorry, don’t know why i said that. i just, uh,”

shit, shit, shit! think of something clapton!

“you skate, right? that’s pretty cool. i do, too.” he held up his skate board.

still suspicious and not at all buying this “no ill-intentions” act, you pull your skates closer to your desk.

“yeah, i do.”

he continues, “well i just thought that since we both skate we could—“

but he was cut off, as class had apparently started while you two were conversing and your teacher was not happy with either of you.

clapton heard the teacher say both of your last names, followed by a very stern “detention!”

this wasn’t anything surprising to him, but one look at you told him that this was not how you were expecting your first day to go.

you rolled your eyes and shot him a dirty look.

“thanks a lot, davis.”

so instead of a trainwreck, his attempt to talk to you was a total and complete fuck-up.

great.

——————

the end of class came painstakingly slow, and he saw you hurrying to head out so you didn’t have to walk to detention with him. i mean, could he blame you. he practically screwed over your entire day.

clapton always took himself as an optimist, so maybe he could still save this. right?

as you put on your skates, unaware that this might land you in even more trouble, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.

there was nobody else left in the classroom besides you and the person who you did not wanna see. so you turn around, and with no surprise, there was the douche who landed you in detention.

“oh, are you here to get me suspended, too?” you ask.

he couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“yeah, i deserve that. sorry about all…this, by the way. i really didn’t mean for you to get in trouble.” he said.

damn, you thought. he’s not a bad actor.

you smiled a not-so-friendly smile back at him. “sure, you didn’t.”

you try to skate away and out of the classroom, but he catches up to you on his skateboard.

“no, seriously! i just wanted to talk to you. i’ve never met anyone who also skates, and i just thought you were really cool and pretty and—“

you stopped skating ahead of him a while ago, but he didn’t notice that, so he kept skateboarding right into an open locker’s door.

you let out a laugh that definitely let every teacher in the vicinity know you weren’t where you were supposed to be right now, but you couldn’t help it.

clapton got up, rubbing the side of his face.

you walk up to him and pat him on the cheek.

“okay, i believe you.” you say, crossing your arms afterwards.

he lets out a smile that you’re pretty sure you’re gonna have to get used to.

“anything i can do to make it up to you?” he asks.

you take off your backpack and shove it in his arms.

“carry this for me?” you say.

“that’s the least i can do.”

gorgeous ♡

Finnick Odair who, no matter how long it will take him, will find you the prettiest seashell to bring home to you from the beach.

Finnick Odair whose dream date is either a midnight swim or a sailboat ride at sunset

Finnick Odair who wakes up earlier than most, pressing kisses to the side of your face as you sleep, giving you a quietly sweet goodbye before he goes for his morning swim

Finnick Odair who kisses you softly; gently; tenderly. He shows you the delicate love he was never shown.

Finnick Odair who would kill to be a girl dad. He wants to teach her to swim. He wants to plait her hair that is the familiar golden caramel shade of his own.

Finnick Odair who tells you he loves you at least 5 times a day simply because he doesn’t want you to forget.

Finnick Odair who either creates or has specially made a ring made out of freshwater pearls and sea crystals to propose to you with.

Finnick Odair who is constantly reminding you to do the simple things that you forget to do. Like take your jewellery off before showering or going to bed, or making sure to put sun cream on when you’re sat on your beloved beach.

Finnick Odair who loves you the same way he loves the ocean, and the same way he loves sharks, and sea shells, and starfish and golden sand and the sun.

this is me trying ☆ finnick odair x gn. reader

summary: finnick odair was something you trusted. and there were only two things you trusted. him, and the ocean. but finnick wasn’t like the ocean. he wouldn’t come back after pulling away.

warnings: ANGST, i really dk how i feel about this, reader has self doubt issues, flashbacks, fear of being led on, no comfort, victor finnick, finnick going to the capitol, no use of y/n, anything else that might count as a warning

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he was a fire. a fire that could keep your heart warm. and at first you thought that this could last. of course you were skeptical, he was known as this total womanizer, someone who would lure you in then leave you picking up the pieces of your heart. but you trusted him. he assured you so many times that what you saw on tv wasn’t who he was. and you believed him. whether it was for your own reassurance or his was up to debate.

walking with him made you feel like you did something so amazing in your last lifetime to deserve this. to deserve this person next to you, who swore he loved you so dearly.

—————

you two didn’t really have a backstory. of course, you knew of him. who in their right minds didn’t know who finnick odair was? you just thought he didn’t know who you were. but those lingering stares at the market, or whenever he came up to talk to you at your stall selling this week’s catch, there was always some sort of underlying tone. no malice, or anything like that. just something that your brain couldn’t pinpoint. but your heart certainly could.

“good morning, finnick. what can i do you for today?” you asked. it was like this every morning.

he would say something flirty, like “let’s see…what time are you free for dinner?”

and you would laugh, because he obviously didn’t mean it. and he’d laugh, a laugh that you could recognize anywhere, even if he became a stranger, because you were so in your head that he could see right through you, see everything you were thinking.

until one day, you responded with “eight o’clock?”

and he showed up at your house exactly at eight, flowers in hand and that haunting smile.

—————

you let him in, and he knew he won. maybe it was your fault. you’d been so self-destructive and selfish that you scared him off. you were so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere.

—————

there was a knock on your door. unusual for this time of night, but you welcomed it. you opened the door, and standing there was finnick.

“finnick? i thought you were in the capitol tonight?” you asked, confused. he left last night, telling you he’d be gone for a couple days. you didn’t mind. you understood that there were, for lack of a better word, duties that came with being victor.

he looked distressed. something you don’t see on his face very often. this combined with his early arrival back to district four made you nervous.

“is something wrong? do you need to come in?”

he gave a tight-lipped smile and nodded. “yeah.”

his attitude was off, too. something in you told you that this wasn’t going to end well.

you led him to your couch, where you both sat down.

you started talking, but he cut you off.

“look, i’m gonna make this quick. i don’t think we can be together.”

—————

the conversation didn’t go very far after that. till this day, you pondered what you did wrong. he wouldn’t tell you. and after he ended his relationship with you, he moved onto the next person, and the person after that.

you could tell there was something that he wasn’t telling you. you assumed it was something about yourself, the reason why he isn’t sitting next to you on the sand right now. maybe you’d never find out. the one thing you could do was let go.

and maybe, just maybe, you could find peace.

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hii! im back from my disappearance. this is my first time writing angst so please leave feedback!! it’s greatly appreciated. thank you so much for being so kind and understanding and patient. also could you tell i wrote this to this is me trying by taylor swift?

“josh hutcherson has been casted in-”