Warning: These one-shots feature heavy subjects, including alcoholism, drug abuse, suicide 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, self-harm. 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: This song was requested by a guest on AO3, so I'm gonna post it here to fanfiction as well. Also, I know this chapter was promised two days ago, but something came up while I was in the hospital and so I was not able to access my laptop to post. Thank you, however, for being patient with me.

Song: Perfect by One Direction

I could tell that you were curious
Girl, I hope you're sure
What you're looking for
'Cause I'm not good at making promises

"They're at it again," Johanna says over the length of her pool stick, pointing with her chin toward where Haymitch and Katniss were arguing near the bar.

Finnick follows the chin, sighing as Johanna took her shot. From the distance there was no telling what the argument was about this time - but by the way Haymitch was reaching for his glass repeatedly to stop himself from saying something hurtful, Katniss was beginning to push his buttons. Although, it could be something as small as the color of Haymitch's shirt. It was getting to the point where Finnick was beginning to think they were both just being stubborn - looking for ways to get close without actually touching…

It was obvious to everyone else what was going on. At least everyone in this bar. It was filled with family. Chaff, Seeder and Beetee all crowded around a small table - Chaff and Beetee in a vicious war of chess and Seeder hanging onto Chaff's arm - coaxing him through the game, because Chaff was no match for the District Three genius. Even Peeta had found time to join them for their takeover of a local watering hole - and Peeta didn't even drink. He mostly sat in the corner of the bar with a sketchbook and a scotch, chatting quietly with Annie - who insisted she was the only person that understood the heartbreak he was suffering. Johanna and Finnick had taken to kicking Brutus and Enobaria's ass in a game of pool, and sometime before that is when the arguing started back up again.

The two had been fighting with each other ever since the end of the most recent Games - the seventy-seventh. Katniss had even dared raise her hand to Haymitch once, who grabbed her wrist and shoved her away, storming out of the Mentoring Centre with rage in his eyes. Of course, she'd followed him. She always followed him. And they always came back - scowls on their lips but satisfactory glints in their eyes.

Slowly all of them were beginning to look at Haymitch and Katniss. Maybe because the argument was escalating fast, voices rising, hands pounding the wood bar. Katniss finger was stabbing at Haymitch's chest and he was waving his hands wildly in a fashion that made him look like a crazy man. Alcohol was spilled, and if they left the argument unchecked, it might end again with another slap and another near-arrest.

"Come on, time for a drink," Finnick sighs, grabbing Johanna's arm. She protests - "If they got problems fucking, it's not my issue, Odair!" - but Finnick holds fast. He wasn't going to handle this alone - not when they were making enough of a scene to scare off the grimy Capitolites that drank at the bar too. The duo stops near Katniss and Haymitch, order up shots and turn to wait for the right opening.

It came as Katniss took a breath and Haymitch had his mouth full of whiskey. Johanna curses.

"You two should just go fuck and get it over with," she sighs, her words soft, her tone light, but her meaning serious. It wasn't uncommon that the others joked with the District Twelve team that way - but usually it was more of a Haymitch and Peeta thing, considering Peeta was as straight as an arrow and Haymitch adored making people squirm.

It takes Katniss by surprise so much that she takes Haymitch's glass drinks the whiskey raw, something she didn't particularly do often. They both turn to look at Johanna - Katniss' face red and Haymitch's eyes narrowed. Finnick's cheeks bulge beside her, trying to hold in the mouthful of whiskey he'd just taken.

"I mean… you've been going at it like this for almost two years. Just do it already - get it out of your system. We'll all feel better once you do," Johanna continues casually, trying not to sound accusatory - knowing that'll set both of them off again. Peeta accused them once. His eyes still water when one of them raises their voice.

Apparently, that last comment was more than Finnick could handle, as he spits whiskey across the bar, spraying the little Capitol bartender. He takes satisfaction in the way the purple-haired girl squeals and jumps around before scurrying to the back of the bar - probably for a change of clothing and a wipe down.

"Stay the fuck out of it, Mason," Haymitch growls, his voice dark.

Johanna shakes her head. God, they were so stubborn. It must be a common trait amongst those Twelve folk - Finnick would have to send Annie there one day, to grow some thicker skin.

"Suit yourself. But at this point it's gone beyond being funny, the betting pool gave up and donated everything to charity and we're all tired of the display. So seriously," she pushes Katniss closer to Haymitch and gestures toward the bathroom, "go on and fuck. We'll wait here."

Haymitch is bristling now, opening his mouth to tell Johanna just where she could stick her ideas, but Katniss' hand on his arm distracts him so he lets it go - storming away from the group. Finnick only grins and heads back to the pool table - Johanna in tow. Katniss turns and orders up two shots of whiskey, before going after Haymitch. She finds him outside, with a cigarette between his lips as he cups the flame. He looks over to the girl gratefully and takes the whiskey from her.

"I don't know which is worse; the sudden urge to go to the restroom… or the need to kick Johanna in the face," Katniss says, smiling toothily at him before tossing back her shot.

"I am not going to go into that bathroom with you," Haymitch grumbles, his voice low. He had too much pride - he wasn't going to give any of those assholes the satisfaction of watching Katniss take him by his hand and lead him to the bathroom. And if he followed her now, they'd all know.

There's a fire in her eyes as she steals his cigarette and begins to walk away. He can tell by the way her steps are slow and leisurely that she's waiting for him to change his mind - to just follow her to the bathroom and fuck her brainless so that they could move past this.

He holds on to his shot - even pulls out his smokes again to let her own his decision is final. Katniss picks up her pace, slinking back into the bar. Haymitch is sorry, he really is, but he isn't going to give the whole bar the satisfaction. He tosses off the shot and pulls out a cigarette. He'd have a smoke. Clear his head.

She knew he'd come eventually. It was the fact that he wouldn't come now that was pissing her off. Because Johanna was right. The arguments were little more than excuses to get up close and personal, though they never did touch… maybe because if they did they'd beat each other bloody - then again, maybe they'd just fuck. And that'd be embarrassing, especially in front of the whole bar.

Besides, she could take care of herself. She was a big girl now - her peak of age twenty.

She finds the bathroom and leans up against the wall, sighing as she unzips her pants. She contemplates it a little before sliding one hand inside to rub over her clit. No harm in getting warmed up - he'll come. Haymitch could never resist her.

She imagines he's still out the back of the bar, lighting up a cigarette. He'd try to play it cool when he came back in, pretend like he didn't know she was in there. Make it clear - real loud, so that she'd hear it through the haze of her menstruations - that he's gonna take a piss. And then he'd come. He'd pin her right where she was and he'd remove her fingers - lick 'em clean, if he was in that type of mood. Then he'd slip his fingers between her folds and make her come. He always makes her come. The thought of those fingers moving through her slit, touching her inside was delicious. She's already wet.

Katniss closes her eyes and imagines his rough voice and rough hands moving over her skin. Not like she hadn't imagined it a half a dozen times this week alone… masturbated to the sound of his voice on television - the rare interviews that caught with him while he was in town. She can do it again - imagination was one hell of a gift.

"I'm gonna take a piss!" she can hear him call. Just in time too - she's already almost there.

The door opens and he slides in on a wave of sound, music and voices from the bar. She looks up and he was leaning on the door, watching her. Not once does she stop her hand from moving, just stares at him through the haze of potential sex.

"Don't let me interrupt," Haymitch smirks. He actually does take a piss, and only then does she pause. Her face falls a bit when he zips back up.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," Katniss says - although it's a lie. She knows he'll come - he always comes, he never lets her down.

"I'll come. One way or another," Haymitch's voice is dark and deep and it tingles against her as he confirms her thoughts. He smells of smoke and beer and whiskey and sweat. He smells so good. "Ladies first."

Katniss pulls her hand out of her pants and holds up her fingers, glistening with wet. Haymitch stares for a long moment, then lurches toward her, sucking her fingers into his mouth while his hands pushes at her pants and his whole body rides her into the wall.

He's already hard, she can feel the heat radiating out from his groin as he presses it against her. Then he's on his knees, shoving her pants to the floor and pushing his face between her legs, his tongue swiping through her wetness.

She groans and opened her legs as much as she could, trying to pull at least one free of the fabric. Damn Cinna and his tight designs. His right hand joins the struggle, pulling the leg free, then lifting it to rest on his shoulder, opening her up to his mouth.

His whiskered face rubs against her thighs as he turns his face, smearing her juices over her skin. Her hands fist in his hair, pulling him in as he opens his mouth and settles it over her mound, sucking her in, his tongue teasing her clit until she's gasping, grinding down onto him, her head smacking against the wall as she comes hard and fast.

Haymitch is grinning evilly as he stands, holding on to her leg with one hand while he unzips his jeans with the other. Katniss holds her breath as he eases his cock out of his jeans and rubs it against her slowly. Then he's handing her a condom, hitching her leg up onto his hip.

She tears the wrapper with her teeth, then slowly rolls it on him, her bullet eyes lifting to his slate ones. Her hand on his cock guides him into her, and she gasps as he begins to fill her. He shoves in and up, lifting her off the ground and pressing her against the wall.

His breath moves over her neck as he thrusts, slow and hard. It rocks them into the wall and she grabs at the towel dispenser to keep from hitting it as he lengthens his thrust. His lips close over her neck, nipping and licking and fuck, he's gonna leave a mark because she's his, goddamnit.

Katniss moves to offer him more room, and to return the favor, closing her mouth over his collarbone and sucking in deep. His hands squeeze against her ass, digging in as he turns them from the wall, pushing her against the makeup counter.

"Fuck!" She grabs at the counter, using it as leverage to fuck herself down onto him. Her hair falls over her face, sticking on her sweaty skin.

His hands rise up to her face, pushing at her hair before pulling her up to him, kissing her. He tastes like sex… like the heat even now leaking from her core. His scruffy chin burns on her skin - lights her on fire in a way that Cinna could never replicate with a thousand fabrics.

Electricity burns through her and she pulls on his hair, pulling her ass up off the counter so that her full weight is on him. He stumbles backward, until his back hits the wall of the stall.

Outside the bathroom, the party hitches up a notch, the music doubling in volume and if she didn't know better, she'd think the cheering was for her and Haymitch. The most likely outcome is that someone arrived - maybe Cashmere and Gloss, they were well-liked enough.

They hit just about every surface in the bathroom as Haymitch slides to the floor with Katniss still firmly impaled on his cock. Her muscles squeeze him and he is so close. It wouldn't be fair to leave him like this.

She takes over the rhythm and he closes his eyes, reveling in the heat and rush and the dirtiness of sex in a bar bathroom. He hadn't done anything like it in so long… but she was so hot and they'd had two years of foreplay in the form of arguing. He couldn't count the number of fights that had led to him jacking off in the bathroom… and now… and now the whole bar out there knew what they were doing and that just made it all the more dirty.

If he felt dirty, he wondered how the once sweet, little, Katniss felt.

Katniss' body shakes as she comes again, yelling with her head thrown back. Haymitch grabs her arms and rolls them so the she's the one on her back, shoving up into her faster and faster until he's coming too, filling the condom and oozing out the sides.

He's breathless as he pulls out, backing off to ease the condom off and toss it in the trash. Her face glistens with sweat as she slowly sits up, attempting to get her pants back on right. She's flush and pouting - muttering something about Haymitch needing to learn his way around her clothes.

They don't talk as they stand and each goes to a sink to clean up. Katniss pulls her shirt to the side to look at the place where he'd marked her like he was some goddamn school kid. Haymitch smirks, and a new form of pleasure washes over him. By morning it would be a bruise, and his mark would be official.

Then again… he does the same, pulling aside his shirt collar to see the mark she'd made. It's certainly smaller, but it too would bruise in by morning. He doesn't know how he's going to explain this to that Eva chick he'd been messing with lately. Doesn't know if he wants to. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Maybe we should have done this sooner."

She smiles, her eyes sparkling. "Maybe."

He looks at her for a long time, thinking that maybe he could stand for another round, then notices the noise had died down outside the bathroom. He closes his eyes and groans. "Fuck. They're all out there waiting for us."

She grins and plays with her sweaty hair. She doesn't seem fazed and he can't help but wonder what happened to the small, shy, blushing sixteen-year-old that stood on stage four years ago. "They're all going to know."

"How do you want to do this?"

She stands on her toes and kisses him, then puts one hand in his jeans pocket and opens the door, dragging him through it.

The bar went quiet, then Jensen straightened up from where he'd been bent over the pool table. He grinned and started clapping. Soon, the entire bar was standing and applauding and Haymitch can feel his face flushing with embarrassment. "Fuck."

Katniss leans back into his chest, smiling up at him. "Already did that… but I'm up for more… if you are."

Haymitch opens his mouth to ask where she learned to talk dirty like that, but Finnick's approaching with shots - two which Haymitch takes and downs gratefully. When the glasses are empty, he points at both Johanna and Finnick. "Not one word."

Finnick's eyes are wide with feigned innocence, but the predatory grin on his lips gives way to his visage. "About what?"

"Come on sweetheart, my turn to buy the shots." Haymitch let's her drag him towards the bar with the hand she still has in his front pocket. It's a blatant display of property - he's mine, so piss off. Haymitch knows he'll tease her about it later, but for right now he's content with being wanted.

"It's about damn time," Johanna mumbles as she joins them, Peeta beside her. The hurt that once rested in his azure is gone, replaced with something affectionate that Katniss recognizes like the back of her hand.

"You're one to talk," she hints as she lifts her shot.

Johanna looks at her with a scowl and an angry, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Haymitch leans over Katniss' shoulder, a small smile on his lips.

"Turnabout is fair play." He looks pointedly at Peeta, then back at Johanna. It'd be obvious to a blind man what he's hinting at, and it makes Johanna's blood boil. This is why she doesn't get involved with Finnick's antics. "I mean, seriously? Who are either of you trying to kid?"

"You two should just go fuck and get it over with," Katniss says, her grin widening and her eyes glistening. Her hand in his pocket caresses him and Haymitch nuzzles into her neck as all around them the staff of the bar and the family turn to look at Johanna and Peeta.

He swallows down his shot and relaxes as Johanna started to sputter. Peeta is bright as a light, his cheeks a burnt, bright red. "Go on and fuck. We'll wait here."

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms
And if you like having secret little rendezvous
If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do
Baby, I'm perfect