Warning: These one-shots feature heavy subjects, including alcoholism, drug abuse, and torture... so far. Now adding: depression, cheating, heartbreak, underage, implied prostitution, suicidal thoughts, someone having acid thrown on them, smut, implied rape/non-con. I'll add more as the story wears on, just in case.

Disclaimer: Credit goes to HannahSongla for the story idea. Please go check out her Hayniss story similar to this - Sweetheart. Credit goes to Suzanne Collins for the verse and the characters. I don't really own anything but the text of these one-shots. And no, that doesn't mean the song lyrics or the playlist. Enjoy c:

AN: As you guys probably know, I ran out of Hayniss songs .-. So while I go on the prowl for more songs that sound like Hayniss, I'm going to use random songs (coughcoughmyfavoritesongscoughcough) as the titles and themes until I find more that sound like Hayniss. I apologize. Also, this could be read as a continuation of 400 Lux or it could be separate. Whatever you want, man.

Song: Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots

I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire

The smoke from the cannabis that Haymitch had smuggled from Johanna's brother's stash curled into the air and then evaporated from out of the cracked windows of his beaten up truck. Haymitch and Katniss both relaxed against the worn car seats, the drugs mellowing out both of their tempers and relaxing their muscles. Usually, the sounds of their favorite band would be blasting out of the radio, but the speakers had been destroyed by Finnick when he'd received the auxiliary cord and attempted to play a jump scare on the highest volume. Silence was their only option until Haymitch saved up the money to get it fixed.

Haymitch turns his head to stare at Katniss, who had her eyes closed. She opens them and looks back at him, all wide grey eyes and tamed dark curls. The picture of innocence. He hated himself for getting her mixed in with him and his crowd, he always had and always would. She had even once confessed that she'd never felt more alive than when she was with him and he still insisted that he'd ruined her life. He remembered her - a fifteen-year-old girl standing like a wet cat in the rain, debating on whether to walk into the storm or go inside the school and call her mother. And now here she was - eighteen and ready to graduate soon, her high school diploma just a hairs width out of her grasp. Of course, after high school she'd be off to some fancy college that her mother had been saving her entire life for - somewhere in Colorado or something. He'd probably never see her after that - and that'd probably be for the best, in his mind.

Katniss grins, shoving him lightly. "What're you staring at me for?" she asks, a smile to light up the darkest times plastered onto her face. He sighs, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"I'm trying to memorize every feature, sweetheart," he says, smirking lazily at her. It takes him a moment to realize what he's said, and when he does, he clears his throat and scrambles for a cover-up. "For y'know. Science." Katniss laughs, kicking her heels on the dashboard and rolling her eyes.

"Science my ass. You're gonna miss me, and you know it, Abernathy," she giggles, poking him in the stomach. She giggles at the deflation he finger does through his shirt. He wasn't buff and muscular like Finnick - he was an average twenty-five-year-old guy who's exercise consisted mostly of running halfway around his campus to classes and the occasional weekend spent hunting with Katniss and her cousin, friend and sister. "I'm gonna miss you too, y'know. These past four years have been..." she trails off, looking at the peeling ceiling of the truck.

"They've been what, sweetheart?" he asks, peeking at her. He wants her to tell him the worst - the busiest, the most dreadful, the most dangerous. But she smiles and giggles - old Katniss never giggled. New Katniss didn't giggle as much either, really, it was just the drugs working their way into her system.

"They've been the best four years any girl could ask for. I'm gonna miss Gale and Peeta and Finnick and Johanna. But mostly, I'll miss you," Katniss reaches over and bops his nose, and he rolls his eyes. Weed always made her friendly, and it was sometimes adorably annoying.

"Don't say that," Haymitch replies, hiding his face and his blush. God, he hated when she complimented him and his face got all warm and his spine all tingly. He hated being at her mercy. "You shouldn't miss me. I'm a nobody, in case you haven't noticed. More important people to linger on missing."

"You're not! Don't say that! You're cunning, and sly, and quick. You have the sharpest tongue and you're smart and persistent - I'd never attempt to go for my PhD! Face it, Haymitch. You're the best out of all of us. And I'll miss you most," she leans over and punctuates her sentence with a kiss on the nose. He tilts his head up to catch her lips with his, pulling her by the waist into his lap. Katniss laughs and pulls away from his mouth, much to his distaste. She pulls his beanie over his eyes, leaving him blinded by the scratchy cloth and giggles.

He hisses, pulling his beanie up to look at her and tell her off. But she's too cute - sitting there on his lap with her rosy cheeks from the now freezing car, her messy hair and chapped lips.

"Damnit, Everdeen."

"I love you , Abernathy."

"Love you too, Everdeen."

I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There's no distraction to mask what is real