Bellabear🧸

It was the fourth of July, two days of importance in your life. Your older brother's birthday, and the day of the reaping. You dressed in your nice clothes, you had to, no one was there to tell you anymore. Sid and Ma had passed in the explosion, leaving you with the wreckage.

Ever since Haymitch got called two years ago, you've had this real sense of dread. Especially seeing the rebellion he caused when he was reaped. You shifted nervously while watching Effie call the names, from district one all the way to twelve.

So when you seen the way Effie's lips curled, the way her eyes tracked the crowd. "Well, isn't this a family reunion. District twelve female tribute—" It felt like a death sentence, hearing your name called for the reaping.

Haymitch was the only mentor for your district, so it's not like you had anyone else to mentor you at all anyways, but it was nice to know that who was training you was familiar.

The transportation only made you more anxious, the peacekeepers blocking every single way you could get out or run. You wouldn't, you seen what happened to that boy in Haymitch's year.

Everyone else looked like they've done this a hundred times, and you'd think being the sister of the boy who won just a couple years back would grant you a little more confidence as you scope out the competition.

Mentoring season!

When it came to Haymitch mentoring you, it wasn't an easy situation. Especially with him trying to get you to learn multiple weapons to be resourceful. "Close?" You asked as you shot the arrow, not close to the target at all. Maybe closer to Haymitch's head. "Put that down before you kill yourself, or me." He took the bow from your hands, placing it on the mat.

Getting annoyed with his drinking, constantly. Especially because Haymitch wasn't much of a drinker, if at all, when he was living with you, ma, and Sid. "Do you wanna put that down any time soon?" You gestured to his fifth glass. "I'll put it down when you can shoot an arrow." He answered.

His drinking also meant you were waking him up a lot to get him up to mentor you, so you don't die in the arena. He would always wake up startled, half drunk, or immediately going to attack you on instinct before realizing who it was, and then he'd grunt out an apology.

He wouldn't talk about his games, not even if you held a gun to his head. Whenever you asked if he used a method he was teaching you, he'd just grunt in return.

The tribute parade was where Haymitch got the most drunk. When you walked out in your dress, you could've heard him make a small laugh if he wasn't too busy taking another drink. "I feel stiff." You complained. "You look stiff." He agreed. "Posh, that's what you look like. You look posh." "Oh, shut up. So did you during your parade." "But I wore it better."

A female escort sent by the capitol to keep him company, that's all you really were. It took you forever just to get him to speak in more than slight hums, grunts, or sighs towards you.

You two spend a lot of time talking about what was gonna happen after the tour, the what and why. Small conversations, ones you tried to only have when you two were on the train, or in whatever cheap hotel they let you stay in.

The dinners were long, longer than people might think. The pictures were flashy, sometimes followed by small comments. "Damn, that picture of me must've been horrible." You muttered as you finally walked somewhere without flashing lights, but Haymitch figured it was probably your way of dealing with the situation. In a small way, it reminded him of Maysliee.

A lot of the dinners were spent trying to figure out what was in the food, what you were watching all the rich capitol figures eat while you just stared and picked at it. "What's that green stuff?" You whispered, like Haymitch wasn't barely lucky enough to get one warm bath a week at his house. "Fuck if I know." He shrugged, taking another drink of whatever expensive champagne they served.

Going back to whatever shitty place they gave you and Haymitch staying in, and watching the TV, watching what's happening in the districts while the capitol is busy parading you two around like you're some sort of grand prize that they won from a claw machine. "This is sickening." You finally commented, grabbing the remote to turn off the TV, like you always did, and like always, Haymitch grabbed it first. "You wanna watch this shit?" You raised an eyebrow, which just earned a grunt from him.

In the very few moments that you did get to have fun, it was usually dancing or singing. Some old baird that you heard when you were a covey girl, before you won last year's games. 'Nothing you can take from me.' Watching Haymitch dance around with a drink in his hand, foolishly, but he was having fun nonetheless. Laughing, clapping your hands together while you sing along.

You weren't quite as brave as Haymitch when it came to causing trouble with the capitol. You had already ran that when it was your year, but it was just a little fun watching him do his thing..until it wasn't. "Oh, shit." You whistled, watching Haymitch take one of the capitol men to the ground in a physical altercation. You looked around, taking a drink out of your glass. "He's not with me, he could be walking down the street and I wouldn't know who this young man is." You told Tigris, backing up slightly from the fight.

Luke Castellan who..you had a long term relationship with before breaking up, but you couldn't break the bond or chemistry.

Luke Castellan who..sees other people, but more as hookups than anything he'd ever do long-term like he did with you, and then when you ask he says he doesn't make do commitment.

Luke Castellan who..is still the son of Hermes, so he still makes small comments to you like you're still in a relationship, usually dirty comments or jokes.

Luke Castellan who..while you were dating, didn't take more than one night with you to decide that you were the one he wanted and the only one he wanted.

Luke Castellan who..despite breaking up, still views you as one of his closest friends, so he will sit and listen to you talk about boys after you two broke up. "This sucks, Luke. He won't even give me a label, not even some bullshit 'friends with benefits' label." You complained. "Maybe you've lost your touch after being with me so long." He grunted, continuing to train. You deadpanned at him. "Oh, look who has jokes."

Luke Castellan who..still remembers the way around your cabin, still knows where you keep his old clothes that you never give back because he'll come and use them at some point. Still knows where you keep your 'head of ___ cabin' ID whenever you lose it.

Luke Castellan who..will still stand next to you, still kiss your cheek when you're upset. Still text you when there's an emergency with a younger camper. Still knows where to find you, what buttons to press to make you annoyed, what buttons to press to make you feel better.

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Luke Castellan who..will still come over and eat you out when you're upset over something, and then will leave the next morning like it never happened and will refuse to talk about it.

Luke Castellan who..will still make passive comments about you talking to other guys, and will make sly remarks about it during sex.

Luke castellan who..keeps his hand on your thigh and guides you around by your lower back because he just naturally falls into that sort of touch with you, but he'll bend you over in the same way.

Luke Castellan who..will call you a whore in bed for just glancing in another guys direction, and will continue to talk about him like you fucked him until you promise him that you didn't even talk to the guy.

Luke castellan who..taught you mostly everything you know about sex, taught you how to do it exactly how he liked it, not just some general way. Blow jobs, hand jobs, riding, even how you push back against him.

Luke Castellan who..will leave obvious marks on you. On your thighs, on your neck, on your chest and collarbone. Sometimes on the inside of your wrist. Just to make sure everyone remembers who was there, even if you aren't dating anymore.

Celebrating your birthday on the Hail Mary wasn't exactly how you pictured it. Not that you pictured anything at all, honestly. Not even as a kid did you picture to make it this far.

The first thing you actually woke up to was Rocky staring at you—as much as you could assume he was staring at you anyway. Grace was already gone, so you could assume that's why Rocky was there, to make sure you didn't die like his Eridian friends.

The cake was..something? Not edible, you could assume. It was a slab of ramen noodles and a fake candle Rocky made out of xenonite. It was definitely a sight to see, and you did try to take a bite out of it, though it mostly just crumbled.

"Do you wanna to fist me for your birthday, question?" Rocky asked, making Grace cringe a little. "No, fist bump. He means fist bump—it's a work in progress." He shook his head slightly, typing on the keyboard.

You were officially old! (cue fnaf cheering noise) Stranded out in space too, sure, but you couldn't let little things like that bring you down. Especially not when you got small joys, like watching Ryland sing happy birthday with the karaoke machine in the observatory room.

The singing was a choice, for sure. Maybe not one you would've chosen, but nonetheless, it happened. Mostly because Ryland insisted for some sort of normalcy despite the situation.

Ryland blows up gloves like balloons for you, and for about an hour before you wake up, Rocky scattered around the ship, rambling about how dirty it was on the day of celebration.

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The best dick you've ever had, oh my days. It almost makes up for the performance of happy birthday that you had to sit through for the sake of normalcy, as if you weren't on a ship, trying to save the sun.

there's a 'woomp, there it is!" joke when either he cums, or pulls out, either one. Whether the joke comes from you or him, it's there, and it's there every single time.

The bed on the ship would be too small, he would probably end up making some sort of makeshift bed on the floor with the mattresses, or the pillows and blankets.

Probably not a groaner, probably more of a grunter or whiner. (propaganda we, yes WE twin, are falling for)

Puppy dog eyes in bed, I just know it. I know for a fact that he has the biggest puppy eyes while begging to let him service you in any type of way for your birthday.

Big thigh man, loves thighs. Or chests, he doesn't care, as long as there's enough for him to suck on, or grip on, if it's your thighs.

Touch starved even in bed, I'm talking constantly just pulling you closer and closer, no matter how close you already are. Especially if he's desperate, he'll pull you closer, like he's trying to convince you that he can be good about it.

Spends the entire day telling you about his time in the war. "You know, every day was a battle." Steve went on, like he has for the past twenty minutes while the TV played the fourth of July parade. "It was a war, Steve. There's gonna be a battle." You tilted your beer towards him, leg propped up on the table.

Wears the suit all day and calls it his birthday suit. "Steve, you have to stop calling it that." You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face, trying to pay attention to the mission details. "That's what it is." He argued. "That doesn't mean what you think it does, I promise."

Every single American song you can think of is playing on the speakers, and he's standing next to them. Courtesy of the red, white and blue? It's playing. Born in the U.S.A? hes playing it. Even party in the usa.

Had never seen Hamilton before you had the idea of watching it, selling it as the idea of it being about the founding fathers, and then he was complaining by the end of it about how it wasn't all accurate.

Birthday cake with those sparkling candles and he puts the same age every single year. Every single year he says he's anywhere from 31-34, and he won't go up a year.

Buys the biggest fireworks you've ever seen in your entire life, loud as shit too. Or you go up to the roof of Stark industries and watch the fireworks from there.

You're referred to as America's sweetheart at least once, at least once throughout the day. They do it every single fourth of July, or really any day that you bother to open your mouth.

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Birthday sex would go crazy with Steve, like for real. He would love licking frosting of you, every single fourth of July. With the little red white and blue sprinkles, writing his name in the frosting before licking it off his finger.

Making a joke about cumming at the same time the fireworks go off, and he gives you that faint, breathless laugh before going back to thrusting. (call back to my rafe new years if anyone remembers💔)

He mentions how frail he was during the war at least once, at least once while he's fucking you just to show off how much the super serum buffed him up.

He would lwk take off his captain america suit and announce that he had his real birthday suit on now that he was naked. (my sister made that joke and it was so funny so sorry if you didn't laugh)

Doesn't have anything to do with the fourth of July, but I just know his superiority complex comes out during sex, just in full force. Especially if you have some lame ass ex. "Good, isn't it?" he whispers when you moan. "They couldn't do that, could they, sweetheart?" He clicks his tongue at you when you can't respond. "It's okay, I know."

I just know he eats you out despite it being his birthday, and calls it his present. He's a man of service, always more of a receiver than a giver, especially on his birthday.