fifteen-year-old y/n Abernathy, daughter of the infamous victor Haymitch Abernathy, has spent her life trying to escape his shadow. In District 12, Haymitch is a cautionary tale — the broken man who won the Games but lost everything else. she has always sworn she’ll never end up like him, but when her name is drawn at the Reaping, the Capitol makes sure she can’t run from his legacy any longer.
it’s july 4th… reaping day. you’re waiting for your fate to be decided. it’s your first reaping, you’re 12 years old it’s your first reaping your name is in the reaping bowl four times… it’s not that many compared to the number of slips in the bowl but no one is safe on reaping day
In District 12, sixteen-year-old y/n Spruce lives a life of quiet endurance — working odd jobs around the district during the day and caring for her infant son, flint, by night. She’s already learned what it means to fight for survival, but when her name is drawn at the reaping, her world shatters.
Y/n knew two things for certain. One: sleeping with two best friends at the same time was objectively a terrible idea. Two: she was definitely doing it again tonight.
Y/N Wells never planned on getting involved with Briar University’s hockey team—especially not Garrett Graham. When he offers her a deal to tutor him in exchange for helping her get the attention of her longtime crush, Justin Kohl, it seems like a simple arrangement: no feelings, no complications. But late-night study sessions, forced proximity, and the chaos of the hockey house blur every line she thought she could keep straight. Garrett pulls her into his world of reckless charm and unexpected friendship, while his roommate John Logan becomes the one person who actually sees her for who she is. What starts as a deal built on mutual benefit quickly spirals into something none of them planned for—especially when Y/N realizes she might be falling for the wrong guy entirely.
y/n goes to Madeleine’s party for one reason: distraction. It doesn’t work. Fresh off a breakup she hasn’t fully processed, she’s already on edge when Tristan Dugray—equally recently single and just as impossible as ever—decides to make himself her problem for the night. Their usual rivalry should be predictable: sharp words, sharper comebacks, a competition neither of them ever really wins. Except something’s different. The tension lingers too long. The arguments feel too personal. And when one reckless moment in a quiet hallway turns into a kiss neither of them saw coming, it blurs every line y/n thought she had firmly in place. It was a mistake. It has to be. But Tristan doesn’t let it go—and the more y/n tries to push it aside, the harder it becomes to ignore the possibility that beneath all the irritation and rivalry is something far more complicated. And far more dangerous