all kinds of trouble;
final epilogue to go with my alternate last chapter of mockingjay, titled “this is gale,” which you can read here. feedback would be super appreciated- enjoy! x
Over time, I realized that what I needed was Gale’s everlasting fire; not the hope that things would go on, but the promise that it would. I needed the warmth he would give me and the light that would never go out, and, at the end of the day, I needed my fire back. A reminder of the days before the darkness of the arena- because, while those days were dark, too, Gale’s fire could always light them up for me. I needed the only person whom I could be myself with, even though there wasn’t much of myself left. I knew whatever I had was enough for Gale; he had enough fire to burn on for the two of us.
I adore the reconciliation between Peeta and Katniss.
the softest bullet ever shot (catching fire AU: for the 75th hunger games, tributes will be reaped from the ages of 18 to 25.)
“I’ll burn them to the ground,” she finds herself saying, albeit without an ounce of fire in her. It’s just a cold dead fact in the world. They are going to take Gale from her and she’ll put an arrow through Snow’s throat for it.
Cop!Derek Pickpocket!Stiles fic (= porn) for Chris, Nasti and Goda. A million thanks to Ava for her beta skills
Can I Steal You?
It happened so quickly, so subtly that even Derek, who stood in line behind Laura, almost missed it. In fact, he thought he was being paranoid; being a cop, he saw crimes in the making everywhere. Laura often teased him about his paranoia, about never being able to leave his job be. In this case, Derek was glad about it, because when Laura reached into her bag and found that her wallet was missing, he knew exactly who had taken it.
He was out of the coffee shop and sprinting down the street in less than a minute, and it didn’t take him long to pick out the tall, lanky kid amidst the other people.
“Hey, you!” He called, pushing past an elderly couple. “Stop right there.”
The kid turned his head, eyes widening in recognition, and then he took off down the street like a rocket. He was fast. But Derek was faster; he’d had a lot of training, and he went running every day. He only had to chase the kid for two blocks when the boy made the mistake of slipping into a narrower side street, nearly tripped over a toppled-over trash bin and lost the last bit of what he’d managed to preserve of the head-start he’d had.
Derek grabbed him by the jacket and unceremoniously hauled him backwards, turned him and pushed him back against the wall.
** Very naughty&dirty. Please skip this if you don’t like sexy time.
My best friend had a rather peculiar habit.
Xander liked to call me after midnight, particularly when he was drunk. But what was even weirder was that on the contrary to most people, his speech wasn’t slurred; it was perfectly more coherent than when he was sober. How was that possible? I had no clue.
Please skip this if you don’t like sexy times.
When it happened, it was almost too easy.
All it took was a burning, intense stare of his blue eyes that glittered in the dim light of the club that made me bite down on my lip as I was sipping my drink that my best friend thrust into my hand. I didn’t try to fight a sly smile that crept up across my face when he wiggled his eyebrow playfully and raised his drink - amber liquid in a small glass to me in a salute, but I quickly turned away to the bartender after our eyes lingered for four seconds.
YOU BETTER FUCKING CONTINUE THIS I WAS GETTING SO INTO THIS AND THEN IT STOPPED FUUUUUCK
this may or may not turn into more than just this one-shot. but for now, take it as it is.
this is written as free-thought. sorry if that makes it difficult to read.
Thanks as always Jess for helping me out. love you, mama.
NC17 Content Warning
yeah, that means you’re about to read a sex scene. you’ve been warned.
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck oh my goodness this was BRILLIANT
Dedicated to Sammy (sub-josh) and Kelsey (hoshjutchersonfanfiction). You’ll figure out why ;)
The rain was pouring in buckets outside. You could hear the raindrops crash onto the pavement while the thunder shook the entire building. While everyone loathed what was happening outside, I was mesmerized by it. I loved this kind of weather that made you want to crawl up in your sheets and cuddle with someone while they ran their fingers through your hair. The very thought of that sounded lovely.
And though it was tempting to stay in for the rest of the night while Kara and I conversed more about nothing, I had a date, so to speak.
Dedicated to the lovely Angela, hutchhitched. Love you so much it hurts.
“Miss Monroe, you have some explaining to do.”
I rolled my eyes, “As if this wasn’t the first time.”
It was like deja vu all over again, only this time, I was getting hounded by my best friend. Thank God I didn’t skip my medication this morning.
“It’s Tuesday,” I groaned, “No one’s going to be at the bar.”
Kara, my roommate, rolled her eyes as she tossed her amber colored hair around in the mirror, adding more volume to it, “Elea, would you please stop being a buzz kill? There are always people at the bar, no matter what day it is.”
“And have you forgotten that I’m only 20?”
“And have you forgotten that you have a fake ID?”
“That’s for, uh, emergencies.”