JOHNNY SINCLAIR -

•waited every summer for the one you love him back

Xavier Thorpe

a little mean, witty, and totally likes you

Johnny Sinclair

forced proximity/friends>angst>lovers

HAYMITCH ABERNATHY-

• he’s too old for you, angel

Haymitch Abernathy

you’re his soft spot, his weakness

-Haymitch Abernathy-

He’s sober- You’re his new vice

wyatt callow- book

quiet, yearning, genius

Patrick Zweig

*sips his drink* He’s grinning, dimples on his face running all the way up as he sets his eyes on you. You know there’s no excuse not to talk to him now.

Haymitch Abernathy-

Capitol Party tension 🥂

atticus vale

The train hums beneath your feet, but it’s quiet in here. Just the two of you. Atticus is curled sideways on the velvet bench in the corner of the train’s lounge car, one knee drawn up, the other leg stretched out. He’s in a soft henley and rumpled pants, barefoot, a book forgotten on his lap. The lights are low. You’re both a little restless. A little raw. You’ve been traveling for hours. Talking for most of them. He looks up when you enter the room. His mouth curves, but he doesn’t smile fully—just softens, like he always does when it’s you. “You couldn’t sleep either?” he asks, voice low, voice warm. You’re in an oversized shirt and socks, hair messy, heart fuller than you expected for a homeward-bound night. He watches you cross the room like you might disappear. And when you sit beside him—closer than you need to—he doesn’t flinch.

Peter Maximoff tvh

Peter Maximoff (The Violet Hour Version)