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If you're not busy, lovely, how about a little drabble of Peeta and Finnick (preferably just bromance, nothing more, maybe talking about their women or something) to this prompt: Bro we are stuck here for ever why don’t we just take care of each other like we’re supposed to. If you feel up to it. You can use your imagination. Thanks!

I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this too. Funnily, Hubbs told me that he had a similar conversation with one of our friends about this specific subject.

Enjoy!

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“Thanks for helping out, bro.”

Peeta clapped Finnick on the shoulder, giving him a smile, as they stepped into the room.

“No problem. It can’t really be that hard, right?” Peeta leaned down, examining the picture on the large box. “So, what’s so great about this particular crib?”

“I don’t know exactly,” Finnick replied. “Annie read in some magazine that it’s the top tier when it comes to cribs. I don’t know why we can’t use the one we used for Finn.”

Peeta snorted. “Didn’t you find it on a curb?”

“It was still in great condition.” Finnick shrugged. “I guess it’s different now that this one is a girl. Sugar and spice and stuff…”

“Well, let’s open the box and just spread everything out.” Peeta walked to the door, hand on the knob. “I’m not sure how much room we’ll need so I’m going to close—”

Finnick turned to him, panic in his green eyes.

“Peeta, don’t—” The door made a distinct click. “—close that.”

Peeta twisted the knob, finding it stuck.

“The lock is weird,” Finnick explained. “Annie is supposed to pick up a new doorknob after she and Katniss leave the baby fair.”

“So, we’re here until they get home?” Peeta asked and his friend nodded. “Fuck.”

Finnick chuckled. “I concur.”

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They decided to work on the crib, spreading out the various parts before setting to work.

“So, are you excited?” Peeta asked. “You’ll have one of each. If she’s as great as Finn, then it’ll be smooth sailing.”

Finnick smiled, thinking of his five-year-old. Finn had his looks, but Annie’s sweet disposition—a perfect combination, if he had to say so himself. Their son was currently attending one of the most prestigious elementary schools in the county and doing quite well, according to his teachers.

However, Finnick was worried about the little girl coming into their lives in a month. What would she be like?

“Everything okay?” There was clear concern in Peeta’s voice. “You blanked out for a moment.”

Finnick sat back against the wall of the lavender nursery—Annie was not a big lover of pink—and gave his friend a thin smile.

“I was just thinking that I have no idea what to do with a daughter,” he admitted. “I mean I know women—”

“That is true,” his friend told him.

Before they were married men, they were roommates, living the high life in their downtown loft. Finnick often had overnight visitors while Peeta was constantly pining for his childhood friend, Katniss Everdeen.

Jerk that he was, Finnick really didn’t think about the girls after they left his place. Now, on the cusp of welcoming a daughter, he dreaded the thought of her becoming one of those girls—the one who the guy never even thought about after.

“But I don’t know girls,” he continued. “How do I teach her to watch out for guys like me?”

Peeta joined him against the wall. “What do you mean?”

“How do I ensure that she doesn’t become an afterthought to guys? How do I make sure that she is respected and cherished?”

Peeta rested his head back in thought for a moment.

Finally, he turned to his friend.

“You start with you.” Finnick straightened at the man’s words. “You cherish her, and you treat her with respect. You teach Finn to do the same. That way, she’ll always expect that behavior from guys and stay away from the ones that don’t meet those expectations. She’s always going to be looking for you to be the example.”

“That’s true,” Finnick said quietly. “I’m still a little afraid. I don’t want her to ever get hurt.”

“Kids get hurt,’ Peeta replied simply. “But parents are there to help them get up after they do. You’re going to be there for her.”

Finnick turned to his friend. “How did you get so smart about kids?”

A warmth spread through Peeta’s complexion.

“Katniss is pregnant. We’ve been trying for a while and I had been reading every baby book since we started, only to find out one thing.”

“What?”

“Only you know what’s best for you and your child,” Peeta told him. “In the end, it’s all instinct, as it has been since the moment people started having babies.”

“Wise words, my friend,” Finnick responded. “Congratulations, man. You’re going to be great.”

“Hey—if Katniss and I have a girl, then we can double team our girls’ boyfriends,” Peeta joked. “Idiots won’t know what hit them.”

Finnick smirked at the thought. “I have a bb gun. I can stand it by the door when he comes around.”

“Katniss still has her bow and arrows,” Peeta told him. He looked over at the crib pieces. “How mad will they be if we don’t have this crib finished?”

“Annie made me sleep on the couch two nights ago because my breathing was too loud for her,” Finnick said. “If I don’t finish this, I’ll be sleeping in here until I do.”

Peeta slowly stood up. “Then, let’s do it. I expect you to help me when we get our nursery started.”

Finnick got onto his feet.

“Thanks.”

“Of course, man.” He patted Peeta on the shoulder. “Also, you’re going to be an awesome dad.”

The two quickly embraced in solidarity—

“Are we interrupting something?”

They turned to find their wives in the doorway, grins of amusement on their mouths.

The men pulled apart.

“We’re just two men—secure in their masculinity—who are not afraid to share a hug,” Finnick told them.

“You are two men who haven’t done anything with this crib,” Annie pointed out, hands on her hips.

“How about I paid someone to do this for me and we order from that Thai place you love?” her husband responded.

Annie’s eyes lit up. “Angel wings?”

“One container for you and another container for the rest of us,” Finnick promised her. “Let’s go downstairs so I can order. While we’re waiting, I’ll give you a foot rub.”

That was all Annie needed to hear, pulling her husband out of the room immediately, and leaving the other couple in the nursery.

“Did you tell him?” Katniss asked her husband.

Peeta nodded, putting an arm around her, and placing a kiss on her temple. “Katniss?”

“Yes?”

“I hope we have a girl.”

FIN.

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Ship: Everlark #48

Thank you so much for sending me a prompt! I hope you enjoy! As always, drabbles don’t exist in my world. So it’s a bit longer than I anticipated. :P 

Prompt: Meeting again at a high school reunion AU

Ao3: X

Send me a ship and a prompt and I’ll write a fic/drabble!

“If you don’t go over there and talk to him, I’m going to and you know I won’t edit out any embarrassing details,” Madge warned when she saw Katniss looking over at the Welcome table yet again. 

Katniss scowled, the alcohol clearly not kicking in yet. “I don’t need your help, Madge.” 

“You’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes, Katniss,” her friend pointed out, “watching that table like a scared hawk.” 

“Can a hawk be scared?” Madge glared at her and she conceded. “All right, all right. Yes, I am acting like a scared, made-up hawk, but I can’t help it! I made a total ass of myself back in high school. I’m afraid he’ll remember.” 

“Of course he’ll remember.” 

“You’re no help. Why’d I bring you as my date again?” 

Her friend smiled a winning smile and rubbed her swollen stomach. “Because my dearest husband decided a fishing trip with his brothers was more important than coming with me to our ten year high school reunion and he bribed you with anything you wanted from his store as thanks.”

“Right, right,” she laughed. “So why are you trying to pawn your date off on some stranger, Madge Hawthorne?” 

“Please!” Madge scoffed. “Peeta Mellark is so not a stranger to you. How many times did you two hook up in high school? In the band room, under the stage in the auditorium, the Home Ec room, and correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you two do it in Abernathy’s office?” 

Popping the maraschino cherry from her drink into her mouth, Katniss smiled. “I’m not confirming, nor denying, anything of the sort. We were total saints in high school.” 

“Uh huh.” Madge sighed and readjusted herself in her seat. “If you were total saints, why not go over and talk about your sainthood with Peeta, then?” 

Because she had broken his heart? Because 18-year-old Katniss panicked and ruined a great thing? Because she knew for a fact, thanks to Facebook and small town busybodies, that Peeta had just gotten out of an engagement with some gorgeous blonde who looked like a model and showing up now felt like cutting open an old scar? Because she was scared of telling him how she really felt then? And how those feelings haven’t really gone away and seeing him there, smiling and laughing next to Delly Cartwright as they welcomed old classmates, reminded her those feelings were definitely still there?

“Because he’s busy working the Welcome table,” she said instead. “Don’t you hate when people chit chat you up while you’re trying to work a table?” 

“No, but that’s because I’m not weird about people like you are.” 

“I miss the shy, barely-spoke Madge from high school,” Katniss teased, bumping her foot against Madge’s. “What happened to her?” 

“I joined a sorority in college and had to do three years of recruitment,” was all she said, still giving Katniss a pointed look. “Go talk to him, Katniss. Rip the band aid off.” 

She looked over at the table and frowned. “What if he tells me off? I don’t think I can handle that kind of rejection.” 

“He won’t,” Madge comforted, resting a hand on Katniss’ knee. “But you won’t know until you go over and say hello. Here,” she tore off her name tag and ripped it in half, handing the two pieces over to Katniss. “Ask for a new name tag for me as your excuse to talk to him.” 

She gratefully took the stickers and stood up, glancing over at the table. Two people were in line, the first person animatedly talking to both Peeta and Delly she didn’t recognize from behind. Yes, she can do this. With one long shot of her drink, she went and stood in line, Madge giving a whoop of cheer in support. 

The wait wasn’t long. Five minutes tops before she was walking up to the table, the two pale blondes smiling up at her, reminding her of all those times in high school they’d be managing the ticket table at lunch for Student Council or the ticket booth for football and basketball games. 

“Katniss Everdeen!” Delly welcomed in her high-pitched squeaky voice that hasn’t changed a bit in ten years. “I thought I saw you around! You silly goose, how are you? What have you been up to? How has life been treating you? How is that lovely sister of yours?”

“Delly,” Katniss smiled. Even now, after all these years, it was hard not to reciprocate the woman’s warmth and energy. “Life’s been good, thanks. Can’t complain. Still living at home with my mom and sister. Prim’s fine. Going to school to be a doctor.”

“That’s amazing! And you’re a teacher now, I hear, right?” 

“Um—yes, I am.” Her eyes shifted to Peeta, who was all smiles as well, before focusing back on Delly. “I’m a high school choral director at the high school next town over.” 

“You did always have a beautiful voice,” Peeta stepped in and her legs almost turned to jello at the sound of his familiar yet somewhat deeper voice. “Inspiring students to find their voices.” Ever the wordsman, Peeta Mellark was. 

“Yes,” she blushed, unable to help herself. “Um. That’s a really nice way of saying I spend half my time telling my classes to quiet down so we can get some work done.” They laughed and that helped calm some of her anxiety. “How are you both? I haven’t seen either of you since we all left for college!” 

Delly answered first. “I’m a proud Stay-at-Home-Mom—” 

“Don’t get her started on her triplets or else we’ll be here all night,” Peeta teased, happily accepting Delly’s shove. 

“Wow,” Katniss breathed. “Triplets. That’s—that’s a lot of babies!” 

“That’s what Thom says—you remember Thom, right, Katniss? We all had gym together in eleventh grade. Well, he’s my amazing husband now and he’s always joking how we nailed it out of the park on the first try.” She held out her phone to show a picture of three chubby toddlers, two girls and a boy, smiling cheekily at the camera in nothing but their diapers. “Gretchen, Analise, and Tommy,” Delly explained, pointing to each happy baby. “They just turned three last month and boy, are they keeping me busy!” 

Katniss nodded. “They look adorable, Delly. Look just like you.” 

“Thank you. That’s what everyone says.” She put her phone away. “Anyone in your life, Katniss?” 

“Oh, um. No.” She looked down at the stickers in her hand, realizing she didn’t need it now with Delly talking a mile a minute. “Work keeps me pretty busy and most guys don’t understand why I prioritize a bunch of high schoolers over—well, everything.” She laughed, feeling a bit awkward now talking about her non-existent love life. 

Delly looked over at Peeta, a knowing look in her eyes. “Peeta knows exactly how that is.” 

“Delly,” he said, rolling his eyes at her. “I’m a high school art teacher,” he explained to Katniss. “And I run the school’s debate and speech teams for some extra money. So I get prioritizing your students over everything else.” 

Oh. She didn’t know he was a teacher, too. Well that made a lot of sense why it was a pain hunting him down on Facebook. How had she not put two and two together? “Elective teachers unite,” she joked half-heartedly, feeling nervous again now that the attention was on him. 

“May our program budgets always just barely make the cut,” he joined in, all smiles. She smiled back, unable to help herself. His smiles, familiar despite time away, always made her feel more at ease. 

“You know, ever since I had the triplets, my bladder has never been the same,” Delly abruptly said standing up. “I have to visit the potty. The bathroom,” she corrected herself. “We’re working on potty training right now. Peeta, guard the table while I’m away?” 

“Oh. Uh, sure thing, Dells.” 

“You keep a close eye on him, Katniss. Make sure he doesn’t cause any mischief,” Delly warned with a wag of her finger before walking away, waving to those she knew as she went, which seemed to be everyone.

Katniss stood there for a moment, forlornly watching their buffer leave. She barely knew Delly, but now as the curly-haired blonde left, she felt a bit of a betrayal of being left alone with Peeta. 

“You don’t have to watch over me,” Peeta said, her attention snapping back to him. “Delly was just teasing.” 

“Oh no, it’s okay.” It wasn’t, not really, but admitting that would make things ten times more awkward. “Madge is my supposed date tonight, but she’s been spending more time in the bathroom than with me. So it’s fine. Um.” Just get it over with! “How are you, Peeta?” 

“I’m fine, Katniss. Thank you for asking.” 

“Of course, of course.” Wishing she’d consumed more alcohol before pursuing this quest, she went forth, “I heard you moved back into town. With your brother?” 

He shook his head. “I forgot how small this town is. Yeah. I moved back. Go on and ask.” He motioned at her, rolling his eyes. “About my engagement. Everyone’s been asking about it.” 

Katniss winced. “I didn’t want to pry, but yeah, I heard.” 

“As did many others.” He sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I’m fine, really. I broke it off with her, actually. Wasn’t a right fit,” he explained. “I didn’t think it fair to either of us to continue further, but it still hurts a little.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Peeta.” But was she really, though? Was she seriously happy about a guy she hadn’t spoken to in over ten years being single again? God, she was a horrible person. “But it sounds like you did the mature thing. Breaking it off like that.” 

He shrugged. “That’s what everybody tells me.” 

Someone came up behind her and she stepped aside as Peeta snapped into greetings mode. It was amazing watching him change so swiftly like that. Some people truly never changed, she realized, remembering how quickly he seemed to change moods at the flip of a switch. He did it the day she broke things off with him. How his eyes cascaded down in disappointment and she’d wondered if he might cry after confessing how he felt about her for all this time, but then someone had walked in, calling out to them, and he became all smiles and acted like nothing drastic had happened between them.

It was a bit unsettling, the more she thought about it now. 

The line of late comers started growing and Delly still hadn’t returned. Deciding to keep her promise, Katniss took a seat next to Peeta and smiled as another former classmate stepped up, ignoring the quizzical look he sent her as they were asked questions about times for the planned events and how they both were doing. Many assumed they were married now, remembering how close the two were in high school, and thank god for Peeta stepping in and saving her stumbling tongue, explaining how Katniss was just keeping Delly’s seat warm until she returned and that they hadn’t seen each other until tonight. 

After the third or fourth classmate assumed their matrimonial union, Katniss laughed, picking at the ripped sticker she’d stuck to her skirt for safe keeping. “I didn’t realize so many people remembered us together.” 

“Small town school,” he reminded her, his tone light and joking. Like she didn’t stupidly break his heart. “I’m not surprised they remembered you. You forget how much of an effect you have on people, Katniss.” 

Her cheeks warmed. “I think you mean yourself there, Mr. Popular. I was that awkward band and choir girl with the braces who never shut up about why the Baroque style was far superior to Classical.” 

“I remember those rants fondly,” Peeta laughed. “Your face would get all pinched because I barely knew what you were talking about, so I couldn’t offer any opinion. And I loved those braces! The silver brackets really brought out the silver in your eyes.” 

She rolled her eyes, remembering that line he used to pull every time she complained about her teeth. “Well I’m happy to say those days are gone. I’ve been metal-free since college.” 

“Took that long, huh?” 

“I’m pretty sure my orthodontist was just milking it for my money those last three years,” she laughed. “My teeth looked pretty straight to me.” Katniss smiled widely, showing off her white, straight teeth she suffered many mouth cuts and rubber band snaps to achieve. He joined her and wow. It really did feel like no time had passed between them. Like they were just a couple of teens back in high school, making fun of a teacher or a douchey classmate. 

Peeta looked down at the table, tapping his pen in thought. “You know,” he said after a moment, still looking down, “I am free from this table at 7.”

“That makes sense,” she nodded. “If people haven’t arrived in the first hour and a half, that’s their loss.”

“It is,” he smiled, glancing up at her. Yes, his eyes were still as clear blue as she remembered, and was it possible for eyelashes to grow? His looked longer now. “If you’d be fine with it, Katniss, I’d like to catch up with you some more.” Was it her imagination or did he seem nervous? That made no sense. She broke his heart. If anyone should be nervous, it was her. And she was. The constant flutter in her stomach more noticeable now with her sitting so close to him. 

“Oh. Um.” It was her turn to look down at her hands. “Okay. Sure. Yeah, that’d be great.” 

Peeta seemed uncertain, though. “Are you sure? Was I too forward just now? Sorry, ever since my break-up, I seem to be a bit rusty talking with people.” That was hard to believe. 

“No, no!” Katniss rushed to assure him. “I just—didn’t think you’d really want to catch up after how we ended things.” There. She mentioned it. Old heartbreak was out there now. “I know I messed things up pretty badly.” 

To her surprise, Peeta laughed, shaking his head. “Trust me, that is water under the bridge, Katniss. I was stupid and should have picked up on the vibes you were sending me.” 

“And I was stupid, too,” she said, a bit shyly. 

“High schoolers can be pretty stupid.” 

“I don’t know,” she smiled. “Mine seem a lot smarter than when we were that age.” 

“Mine too.” He pretended to think. “Perhaps we were just idiots and it has nothing to do with how young we were.” 

She laughed. “Maybe.” 

He tapped her pen with his. “To being idiots?” 

“To being idiots.” She tapped his pen back. 

And at 7 o’clock sharp, Peeta declared it was time they drank until they got so drunk, it was like they were back at Finnick Odair’s Friday night after-game parties. Katniss happily agreed, sternly reminding him she wasn’t going to make out with him tonight like they used to do in the toolshed during those parties, causing him to burst out laughing. Quickly scrawling out Madge’s name on a new sticker, she told Peeta she’d meet him at the bar. 

“I have to give my date her sticker.” He told her the booze waited for no one and headed to where a group of their classmates were chanting for someone to “Chug! Chug! Chug!” She smiled and went back to Madge, who was chatting with Leevy Anderson, an old friend of hers. 

“Well,” Madge asked after Leevy excused herself. “You were gone an awful long time. Did you get my sticker?” Katniss handed it to her with a smile. “I take it things went well? Or were you just sputtering out nonsense.” 

“It went very well,” Katniss told her, glancing over at the bar where Peeta stood, holding two drinks out, one clearly being hers. “We’re going to get crazy drunk now because this night has been extremely long for both of us. I hope you’re fine driving me?” 

“One of us needs to get crazy drunk tonight,” Madge laughed, patting her stomach. “Drink for me, too?” 

“Of course.” 

“Going to make out with Peeta Mellark like old times?” her friend teased, noticing Peeta now. “I’m sure there’s a closet you two can sneak into.” 

Katniss scoffed at her friend’s blatant assumption. “No, we’re not making out tonight, Madge.” Madge nodded, taking a sip of her pop. “We might next Friday, though,” she added a bit coyly. “He’s taking me out to dinner.” And she walked away before her friend could say anything further.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

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end of year WIP meme!

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)

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Thanks @madelion82! This is from one of the many, many *hangs head in shame* @everlarkficexchange prompts that I’ve collected over the years. I had every intention of finishing this one, but then I didn’t. Sigh. The prompt is from the 2019 exchange, so I’m gonna claim that I got completely distracted by Unmasked. haha. Anyways, I made some real progress on it this year, outlined and ideas all sort of squared away, but just couldn’t get it all written. The prompt is: Everlark friends, one is a writer of romance or smut (novels, fanfiction, whatever) and uses the other as inspiration. What happens when they find out?

This one’s near the top of my priority list for 2021.

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Pounding on my door makes me scream and my pulse spike. I pant and stare at the surface.

“Katniss!” He shouts and I close my eyes to catch my breath while he pounds some more. “You aren’t answering any texts. If you don’t answer the door, I’m using my keys. Fair warning!”

“I… I fell asleep,” I say and stumble to the door, unlocking and then flinging it open to reveal my best friend in the whole world, who is mercifully completely dressed. His hair may be slightly messed up, but it’s no more than what the wind would do to it on his way over. He’s also carrying a grocery sack.

“You scared me,” Peeta accuses. “The only reason you ever ignore my texts is if you’re dead or Effie isn’t happy.”

“Remind me when the last time was that I died?” He scowls at me then and I think for a brief moment that as often as he teases me for my signature scowls, he’s packing a few killer looks of his own behind those baby blues.

“I brought ice cream,” he says instead of responding to my quip and shoves the grocery sack into my torso.

I don’t know what comes over me, but I fling my arms around him, trapping the ice cream between us.

“Whoa.”

“Thank you,” I mumble into the side of his neck. I take a deep breath and then melt against him as his one arm wraps around me.

“Was Effie that harsh?” he asks, his voice now soft as silk, only making me melt further into his embrace. His hand gently rubs my back.

“No, she was just honest.”

“Okay, well. It can still be fixed then, so let’s get you working. I’ll serve up the ice cream. Let me go before it melts all over us.”

At this point, I couldn’t care less if it did. I’m just elated that he’s here and not wrapped up with bedazzled jeans Barbie. Still, something about what he said niggles at me.

“There might’ve been another reason I didn’t answer your texts,” I hedge as he plucks the grocery bag back out of my arms and leads the way into my kitchen.

“Oh?” He sets the bag on the counter and opens a cabinet. The right cabinet for my ice cream bowls. I scowl, not sure if I’m annoyed that he knows his way around my kitchen like it’s his own or that he’s being dense.

“I might’ve had a man over,” I say and even I can tell it’s petulant. He snorts and I outright glare instead of scowl.

“You don’t do random hookups. Guys have to pass an FBI background check, the friend check, the sister check, and then some kind of weird and rigorous personal checklist I swear you have locked up in your diary somewhere before you’ll sleep with him.”

“So? There’s nothing wrong with having high standards. Or being careful with your heart,” I snap as he scoops out the ice cream. “Hot fudge.”

“I’m working on it. I haven’t forgotten how you like it,” he says, ignoring my snippy tone. “So, since Johanna was pestering you only two days ago about getting laid, I think it’s safe to assume that you would not yet have a man…”

He trails off and smiles at me as my scowl deepens. “Oh wow. Hold on.”

Before I can blink, he’s got his phone out and has snapped a picture of me. “That’s gotta be the Katnissiest scowl I’ve ever seen.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I ask and grab one bowl, only for him to snatch it back.

“Hot fudge,” he reminds me and turns to get it out of the fridge. “It means I’m using that as your profile pic on my phone from now on.”

“You’re lucky you came with ice cream,” I mutter.

[mrspeetamellark]

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Monday, Friday, November (Fanfic Asks Time)

monday: do you struggle with the ‘boring’ parts of writing?

yes. i mostly have this One Scene in my head, try to get to it, and never do because i get caught up in the “boring” stuff. but i also don’t want a fic with no substance, so i build whole narratives. oop.

friday: most self-indulgent fic you have ever posted?

probably Walk The Line, honestly. even if i never finish it, it’s one of the best first chapters i’ve written, and it just kinda has... everything i want in a modern AU... best friends to lovers... hard topics... faith... yeah.

november: do you have any rituals or requirements for getting in the mood for writing?

playlists. pinterest. rambling to people about what i’m going to write, talking things out.

fanfic questions themed around time

[awhiskeyriver]

Fanfiction wip word guessing game: fun

Here’s a line from my Harvard!Everlark fic:

As a Freshman in one of the most prestigious law programs in the country, I had not known the word fun since spring break senior year of my undergrad. 

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

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Thank you for all of your support of me and so many others! You're awesome, and so sweet! <3<3<3

❤️❤️❤️ thank you Mandy, that’s so lovely of you to say, I’m really touched! Thank YOU for being my first friend on here - you’ve been so welcoming, I really appreciate it. 🥰 😊

[everlarkficexchange]

Prompt: Katniss's family owns a Mexican restaurant. Peeta and his friends come in, and he's immediately captivated by her. He keeps coming back, hoping to win her over, but he makes the mistake of inadvertently insulting her/her family. Can he make amends? Will she ever go out with him?

Thanks for the prompt, @mandelion82

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[jlalafics]

Just read "What Makes the World Go Round," and I'm in love with it. It's definitely made it to my all-time favorite fics list. I'll comment on A03 but just wanted to let you know. P.S. The ending struck a chord with me. :) Thank you!

Thank you love! I really loved writing WMTWGR because of the music and of course, the friendship that built between Everlark.

I’m so glad you enjoyed it too!

[omercilessmoon]

Katniss Everdeen

katniss “looks like she could kill you...is actually a cinnamon roll” everdeen my baby child

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

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Fanfic writer ask meme questions E and F, please!

Hi! Thank you for your ask!

E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

Well, I don’t think there’s a character I identify the most with. I think I identify with both Katniss and Peeta (I’m talking about them because I’ve only been writing Everlark fanfics in the last years) in some aspects. As for the other question, I believe that all of my fanfics capture their qualities well, because my readers always compliment me on how I portray their personalities. Also because I’ve only ever written canon fics (canon compliant and canon AU).

F: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

I love music so much (I love to sing, BTW. haha), but I don’t associate any song to my fanfics, I guess.

[sothereff]

Other fics of yours I've loved, aside from SPtL are (in no particular order): Unraveling, Squeaky Clean, The Chaperone, and After Hours. I haven't read all your fics, but I hope to get to them soon. Thank you! P.S. Yes, a lot of people have moved on, but there are still a number of readers and writers who've stuck around, some returning, and new ones! Artists, too.

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And thank you for taking the time to read my other stories. I got back into writing because of THG and while it was hard, I loved the challenge. I still have a few stories I’m working on...

Time seems more limited than ever but I have been trying to pop in on Tumblr and I’m picking up some of the newer names and artists. So much talent!! I’ll take any recommendations you may have!

[shesasurvivor]

1, 4, 5, 25 Star Wars asks

1. do you find force users or non-force users more interesting?

Force users, for sure. I mean, you can find non-Force users IRL. LOL.

4. what headcanon will you defend to the death?

Luke has a daughter that’s my OC I made when I was 11, lmaoooo. Seriously though, I’ve always had my own ideas of the post-ROTJ galaxy that’s heavily influenced by the original EU (but also differentiates from it quite a bit as well), and no matter what movies may exist, it’s always going to be my head canon. 

5. what planet would you most like to visit?

I have been dying to visit Bespin since the very first time I saw Empire Strikes Back! It’s the prettiest planet, lol.

25. which character do you have a love/hate relationship with?

Mara Jade from the EU. I like her well enough as a character, when she was connected to Talon Karrde and struggling in the aftermath of losing the Emperor. But I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE the romantic pairing with Luke. She just felt all wrong for him to me. (I may be biased because I’ve always had my own ideas about who Luke marries, though.)

Ben Solo, from the new stuff. I think he’s interesting as a character, but I just can’t get onboard with the fangirling the way others seem to. It doesn’t help that I’ve been spoiled by Jaina, Jacen, and Anakin Solo, all of whom will always be Han and Leia’s children as far as I’m concerned. Also, speaking of, don’t even get me STARTED on what the sequel trilogy did with Han Solo and his relationship with Leia. Atrocious. A true tragedy. Anyways, Ben Solo is alright, but I’m not super into him, sorry not sorry.

[honeylime08]

Thank you for all your support of me and so many others! You're awesome! <3<3<3

Aww, thank YOU! You are most welcome and deserving for the countless hours of enjoyment you’ve provided the fandom. Please keep on doing what you do so well 😘

[bethpeaches123]

Introduce self: 12, 16, 19

12. Ideas of a perfect date: one where he cooks for me in my home and then we curl up and watch a movie while eating something chocolatey for desert. And then make out. Heh. 😊

16. Favorite movie: very tough question but I’ll go with You’ve Got Mail because it has my all-time fave actor Tom Hanks, it’s got books, it’s got a cute soundtrack, it’s got the newness of the internet AAAAND it’s got enemies to lovahs. LOVE. ❤️😁

19. Middle name: Marie. I find this meme hilarious because my name is Elizabeth Marie so ya know I’m definitely a basic white girl bitch for sure. There was no avoiding it. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Thanks for the asks @mandelion82!! ❤️

[everlarkficexchange]

Prompt: When her boyfriend cheats, Katniss gets her revenge by making a pass at her boyfriend’s greatest enemy. She only intended to flirt with him to piss off her cheating ex, but things spiral out of control, and they wind up in a dangerously passionate entanglement.

Thanks for the prompt, @mandelion82​​

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