#ill do katniss this weekend <3

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The boy with the bread 🧡

Part 1 of my everlark portraits! Can you guess who I referenced for this? (Hint: there are multiple correct answers)

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It's Your Birthday 2

Written by: @sunsetsrmydreams

Prompt 3: When students are forced to squeeze together and share seats because of water damage in classroom, Peeta and Katniss spend hours pressed against each other, like in cave, whispering, sharing… [submitted by @567inpanem​]

Thanks to @567inpanem for the prompt

And a Huge Thank You to @everlarkficexchange

Beta’d by my beautiful friends @justajjfan and @awkwardeverlark.

  I can’t believe it.

Katniss Everdeen, my highschool crush, just sang to me.

While sitting in my lap. 

Wearing a fiery corset and the tiniest shorts I’ve ever seen.

My teenage fantasy come to life…though I’m not sure my imagination was ever that vibrant.

Her wide eyes made it clear that I was the last person she expected to see here, and normally, she’d be right. My brother had planned this surprise for my 25th birthday. He booted me out of the car outside and went to park…there was no escape.

Now I feel like I owe him a debt that can never be repaid.

I fell hard for Katniss in  junior year of highschool. Seventeen was a hard year, my mother constantly on my case about college and so I focused on the one thing that made me happy.  Katniss. I had noticed her quiet presence before, along with her almost silver eyes. Sure, I had noticed other girls too but none quite stuck like she did.

One of the pipes in the girls locker room had burst, flooding the music room. So for the rest of the semester, the choir was moved into the Fine Arts classroom. The teachers squeezing two to a table, and Katniss was assigned to mine. It was impossible to keep my excitement at bay so I introduced myself immediately.   

I spent the rest of the year in agony and bliss as Katniss frequently brushed an arm or a thigh against mine. Later I would shamefully recount those moments at home in the privacy of my room.

And then there was the singing. The sound of her voice was silky and sweet with just a hint of smoke that made it stand out from all the rest.

I was gone over this girl.  

As the semester progressed, we talked, had a laugh, and shared small secrets like favorite colors and food. Sometimes, she would let more personal things slip. Like how they had lived with her uncle since her parents died or how she thought her sister was the smartest person in the world.

I spent most of that time working up the courage to ask her on a date. I waited until the semester was almost over so I could nurse my heartbreak over the summer if she turned me down.

I was ready.

Then the last week of school arrived and the seat next to me stayed empty. Katniss hadn’t missed a day all year and my thoughts ran away with me. Was she hurt? Or ill? Is her family okay? I had worked myself into a panic by the end of class.

She was gone again the following day…..and the day after that.

Finally,at the end of the week I approached the choir teacher, Mr. Caesar , about her whereabouts. When I asked after her, I must’ve looked as worried as I felt because he gave me a soft smile and told me how Katniss’s sister was accepted into a gifted program in another school district near the city.

How they had moved to their great aunt’s in Capitol City over the weekend.

My chance was lost.

  I am not going to lose my shot this time.

And currently, the object of my secret affection is slipping out the door like a ghost.

She’s not in the shiny, sequined corset anymore. Now looking much more like the Katniss I remember. Worn jeans and T-shirt, no frills, practical.

She couldn’t be more beautiful.

“Katniss!”

Her name tumbles from my lips and she freezes, body hanging halfway out the door. I step forward and hear her mutter something foul under her breath.

“Katniss?” I hate how small my voice sounds. “Are you sneaking out of my birthday party?”

“No!” She whirls around, smiling but it looks more like a grimace. “I was just…stepping out for some air.”

“Good. Because I made the cake and I, uh, I don’t mean to brag but- I make a mean cake.”

She mumbles something under her breath.

“What was that?”

“I said you’re bragging. It doesn’t become you.” She crosses her arms over her chest. Just as she does, a fierce looking woman with short cropped black hair whips around the corner, yanking Katniss along with her.

“I hope that’s not how you normally flirt, brainless!” She says as she takes out an envelope with Katniss’ name on it. “You’re going to scare him away! Haven’t you learned anything from your time here?“

Katniss just stands and glares at the woman, bristling when she runs a hand seductively up my arm.

“Well if you don’t want him…move aside for the rest of us Sweetheart.”

Katniss surprises me by grabbing the envelope and my hand as she walks briskly around the taller woman, who I’ve just noticed, is wearing nothing but a collection of artfully places straps.

I follow her to a dimly lit backroom full tools, lumber and fabric. She looks far more in her element here.

“This is where I actually work.” She grumbles.

I can’t help but chuckle. “I had wondered about that. The singing, that was beautiful as always but I can’t say I ever expected you to pop out of a birthday cake.”

She scowls for a moment before it breaks, moments later we are both laughing so hard tears are streaming downing our faces.

When we’ve calmed, I can’t stop the words from falling. “I’ve really missed you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Why do you sound surprised? I was so obviously in love with you in school and when I finally worked up the nerve to say something, you were gone.”

My awkward confession leaves her staring and speechless.

I’m completely unable to stop rambling.” You are so beautiful and kind. You sing like and angel and love your sister enough to do anything for her. And yeah, I missed you. I missed you so much because going to class and sharing a desk with you was the best part of my day.”

I my head drops and I stare at the floor, about to cut my losses and walk away before I embarrass myself further.

But then I feel a soft hand on my arm.

“I missed you too.”

My chest expanded with hope as my eyes snap to hers.

She’s smiling. Radiant.

It makes me brave, so I just ask. “Katniss, will you go on a date with me?”

She laughs and shrugs her shoulder. “Sure.”

  Almost year later….

I guide a blindfolded Katniss into the building and seat her carefully in a chair. I am high with elation, all my nerves wiped out by emotion.

A week before her 26th birthday, I asked her to marry me.

She said yes.

I’m still walking on clouds.

There was just one more thing for me to do to guarantee our marriage starts on even ground.

Christ, I’m going to owe big Johanna for this.

Leaning down I whisper in my fiance’s ear that when she hears the music she can take the blindfold off.

I quickly strip out of my suit, revealing the tiny gold shorts that were provided, careful not to snag them as I climb in and wait. I hear music, then I hear a surprised….

“Oh my god, Peeta!”

That’s my cue. I burst out of the cake.

"It’s Your Birthday.”