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Posi+ive chapter 25 is up! Only one left! Find it at AO3 / ff.net

Posi+ive chapter 25 is up! Only one left! Find it at AO3 / ff.net

I was tagged by fuckingplebe for an Everlark drabble challenge. Since I’m sort of hopeless at tagging other people, I’m leaving it open to three people who want to write a racing (any kind) of prompt. Now, onto my prompt from an unlikely scenario.

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"Get on the ground! Get on the ground now!

The shout breaks through the noise of the house, an eerie feeling slipping down my spine as I look towards the locked bathroom door.

"Shit." I mumble, reaching for the paper and trying to hustle myself along. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Hands on the floor! Don’t you fucking move!" Another voice joins the fray.

"Come on, asshole, give us a break!" Gale’s voice calls out, competing against the crashing sound of something glass.

"Gale, shut up," I grunt, pulling up my jeans and trying to buckle my belt. My numbed fingers can’t seem to find the catch and I stumble in my haste, frustrated and freaking out. "Fuck!" I shout, abandoning the belt and yanking it loose from its loops.

"What are you doing, fuckface? I said get your hands on the floor.” The voice from before, the first one, calls out. I look towards the bathroom door and try to take note of the sounds from beyond it.

The music has stopped. There’s no more crashing. Just shouting.

"What is this even about, man?" Gale again. Fucking idiot.

"We got a report about a kidnapping at this location," First voice states and I feel the blood drain from my face.

"Fucking Cato,” I scream, yanking the door to the bathroom open and bolting to the back door of the house, determined to find him and kill him. I almost make it too, before I’m grabbed up by my hips and swung towards the floor. The screech leaves my lungs before I can stop it, the whoosh from the air being knocked from me ending the sound abruptly.

I don’t stop fighting though. Pulling on my skills from growing up with the Hawthornes, I flip onto my back and wrap my legs around my attacker, flipping until I’ve reversed our positions and the shock seems to have stunned him.

That’s when I look down.

And freeze. A cop.

Shit. Fuck. Dammit. I’ve just flipped a cop. I’m fucked. I’m up stream. I’m going to jail.

Someone grabs me from behind, breaking me out of my self-berating moment and I try not to move, terrified of what I’ve done and what it’s going to mean in court.

"Calm down." The man gripping my arms tightly instructs into my ear.

"I am perfectly fucking calm,” I hiss, furious, frantic and confused. Cato - how dare he pull this shit? Christ, I just tackled a cop. What is happening?

"You’ve got to stop fighting or I’m going to have to cuff you," he instructs again. I stretch to look over my shoulder, catching sight of a patch of blonde and a blue eye.

"What the fuck, man?" Gale shouts as I’m pulled passed the living room entrance. I see him laying on the floor, hands on his head. He looks more confused than I am.

"Could everyone just calm the fuck down?" A third new voice, female, barks out into the room. The voice behind me sighs.

"O’Dair, get off the ground and explain, I think we’ve got a false call here," my captor shouts and the cop I’d just tackled brushes the dirt from Gale’s filthy floor off his ass.

"Fine, Mellark. Get that spitfire under control," O’Dair laughs and rests his hands on his hips. "Okay, folks. We got a call about a suspected kidnapping - girl matching this filly’s description - " he says, pointing towards me, "- being carried into the house under strong protest. Now, she looks just fine to me, so we’re going to report this as a mistake."

"Thank JC," the woman scoffs and catches my eye. "Let her loose, Mellark. Get up, you can get off the floor," she adds kicking Gale’s boot.

The cop restraining me immediately lets me loose, stepping back and putting space between us. I spin to see him then, my eyes locking in on his and a spark firing between us.

"Shit," I hiss, and I’m not quite sure why but dammit, this cop…

"Officer Mellark," he states, his gaze never wavering.

"Katniss Everdeen."

"Nice moves, Everdeen."

The look he gives me nearly sets me on fire.

This could be interesting. Fuck, I’m screwed.

The Pit

frakit:

A year ago today…

It was probably more than a year, but still. Today I read articles about suicide, I read statistics, I sit in trainings and I talk to other sufferers, and yet still I can’t believe where I am now versus where I once was. Standing on the edge of a pit, looking into its depths not out of them.

Today the very thought of hurting myself, of killing myself, seems weird and taboo. The ideation isn’t there. The desire, the planning, all of it - it’s so far gone from my line of thought that to think about it confuses me.

And it’s wonderful. And it’s bittersweet.

Wonderful because I am not feeling that crunch of torture.

Bittersweet because not only am I terrified it will consume me again, but I know so many people, so many amazing and beautiful people that are still suffering, that still think and are convinced that it’s the answer. They’re still looking up from the bottom, trying to escape any way they can.

I want to show them that darkness is not all there is to see. I want them to see that there’s so much up here that’s waiting for them. But I know the truth. I know that even if they want to, they might not truly see it because they’re still so deep in the pit that the shadow of depression will mask it.

I wish I could force them to fly. I wish I could help them out of that pit today so that they never have to go back.

But I know it’s probably going to be a while still. It always is.

I hope they know I haven’t walked away from that pit - I don’t think I ever really could. I’m still standing on the edge, yelling down encouragements and trying to reach their outstretched hands. And I’ll keep reaching. And I’ll keep yelling.

Because they’ll hear it, or they’ll grasp hold, and maybe they can join me up here. Because you can get out of the pit. I did.

I thought I should share this with my readers because you all were an amazing part of helping me, even if you didn’t realize it. If I can help any of you, please just ask.

Posi+ive chapter 24 is now up! Check it out on AO3 or ff.net
You guys are da best.

Posi+ive chapter 24 is now up! Check it out on AO3 or ff.net

You guys are da best.

promptsinpanem:

Hello guys!
Round six of PiP has been an incredibly successful venture for writers, artists and readers alike. Both the quality and quantity of submissions were absolutely astounding. Still, there were many of you that were just not quite able to make the deadline. It’s totally understandable that everyone has a busy real life/schedule, so PiP would like to offer a make-up opportunity.
For two days only, promptsinpanem will be opening up submissions again. So, at 12:01 AM on Saturday, September 6th until midnight on Sunday, September 7th, you may submit fan fiction or artwork for any of the prompts that you may have missed during round six.
See you then!
Please make it clear in either the summary or the title of your work for which daily prompt you are submitting. 

To everyone who read, wrote and enjoyed, thank you all for making this fandom so wonderful. As someone who just dabbles, the support I receive is mind-blowing and that wouldn’t happen without you guys. As for PiP, nothing would be as awesome as what this challenge promotes and I thank you for organizing something this beneficial. 
I’ll be participating in the make up days, I half finished my last two stories and I’d like to get them out there for anyone who’s interested. 
But I wanted to just say thanks. Stay gold, Ponyboy.

promptsinpanem:

Hello guys!

Round six of PiP has been an incredibly successful venture for writers, artists and readers alike. Both the quality and quantity of submissions were absolutely astounding. Still, there were many of you that were just not quite able to make the deadline. It’s totally understandable that everyone has a busy real life/schedule, so PiP would like to offer a make-up opportunity.

For two days only, promptsinpanem will be opening up submissions again. So, at 12:01 AM on Saturday, September 6th until midnight on Sunday, September 7th, you may submit fan fiction or artwork for any of the prompts that you may have missed during round six.

See you then!

Please make it clear in either the summary or the title of your work for which daily prompt you are submitting. 

To everyone who read, wrote and enjoyed, thank you all for making this fandom so wonderful. As someone who just dabbles, the support I receive is mind-blowing and that wouldn’t happen without you guys. As for PiP, nothing would be as awesome as what this challenge promotes and I thank you for organizing something this beneficial.

I’ll be participating in the make up days, I half finished my last two stories and I’d like to get them out there for anyone who’s interested.

But I wanted to just say thanks. Stay gold, Ponyboy.

Behind the Blue Door - Blue

promptsinpanem:

The problem with memories is the anchor that holds them. Words and smells can be flimsy, imperfect, hard to capture. But colours - colours can be everything.

A series of one-shots through the muddled mind of Peeta Mellark, survivor of the Hunger Games and life behind the blue door.

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Almost didn’t make it.

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I LOVE YOUUU !! Thank you for this bittersweet chapter !

No thank YOUUUUU my dear!

Behind the Blue Door - Green

promptsinpanem:

The problem with memories is the anchor that holds them. Words and smells can be flimsy, imperfect, hard to capture. But colours - colours can be everything.

A series of one-shots through the muddled mind of Peeta Mellark, survivor of the Hunger Games and life behind the blue door.

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Whoooops here’s the green one!

Posi+ive chapter 23 is up! ff.net / AO3 I love you all. I don’t have much else to say. 

Posi+ive chapter 23 is up! ff.net / AO3 I love you all. I don’t have much else to say.