#and i think delly would too

[solar-halos]

i think if thg characters were playing monopoly annie would steal the monopoly money but still lose anyway. finnick is the banker but he looks the other way bc she’s pretty. when johanna notices she just literally fucking pounces on annie. haymitch takes this as his opportunity to steal even more monopoly money. katniss is already asleep by the first few rounds bc she doesn’t like how long the game is taking. idk i just thought i should share that

#i fucking hate monopoly #and i think delly would too #except she’d hate it bc the thought of buying someone out of house and home would make her sad #i can see madge and gale being business partners tho #effie would be the first one out and immediately start rambling about bad sportsmanship #i think that’s it #peeta finishes out the game for him and katniss #no one ever wins but he and finnick stay up all night trying as the last two ppl still in the game #oh i should prob add some actual tags #annie cresta #finnick odair #johanna mason #haymitch abernathy #what do we think

[ellstronaut]

I just saw your last post and it'd like to ask, do you have any actual accurate ellie fanfiction recommendations? like, idk, fluff or something

Omg YES anon!!! pls tell me what you think of these and don’t shy away from sliding into my dms (plssss my hands hurt the list is lengthy 💀)

WRITERS THANK U FOR UR SERVICE <3

BY FAR MY MOST FAV FIC EVER WOULD DO ANYTHING TO WIPE MY MEMORY AND RE-READ

(If you wanna know what life was like for Ellie and her loved ones in Jackson > you won’t be disappointed > basically fills in the gaps of Ellie’s journal)

Jackson Days @ehefic (Ellie’s pov)

Oasis @ehefic (Dina’s pov)

FAV DELLIE FICS

(anything by watery sun she writes the perfect blend of fluff-smut-angst not to mention I’ve never read such a unique pov in my life damn)

hey, murderer @watery-sun

mirth (bars a thousand harms) @watery-sun

BRO I SWEAR IT’LL CHANGE UR LIFE

(no tags couldn’t find their @s on tumblr)

More important

You’re all the things I’ve got to remember

There’s no one like you

all I know is there’s no where I’d rather be

caught in the act

Midnight love

MY FAV X READERS FICS COULD READ A MILLION TIMES WISH I COULD TATTOO ON MY BODY

I saw you in a dream @elliesflower

don’t you dare fall in love @ohcaptains

honeybun @blackgrlficsnthings

THIS KINDA ELLIE MAKES ME WEAK; BLURBS, ONE SHOTS, DRABBLES, HCS

you’re doing your nightly skincare routine and a sleepy ellie joins you. @ijtaimes

barista ellie headcannons @ellabsbb

my brain is just filled to the brim of what cuddling with ellie would be like... @elsgooglyeyes

Ellie would definitely go into the store room and just do that silent scream @moodywyrm

bumping into Ellie wasted at a night club @coeurify

thinking about reader giving ellie a haircut and fucking up the front lol. @bellswlw

i wholeheartedly believe she wouldn’t understand the point of clear lipgloss. @elsweetheart

ellie giving reader a piggyback when reader is too tired to walk @elsweetheart

sleepy smut with ellie where they’re keeping quiet to themselves and it’s fluffy @me-and-your-husband

While Ellie leaves her office for a moment, leaving her stream unattended, you sneak in. @elliesmainhoe

THE ATTRACTIVE THINGS ELLIE WILLIAMS DOES @luvsellie

ellie is that girlfriend who arrives at your dorm door the second she receives a "they're not here" text. @dykeomania

thinking about what ellie’s social media probably looks like. @beanlot

Ellie & you get interrupted while being in the moment @losingherface

Dealer!ellie with a reader who bites affectionately @elsweetheart

i just know ellie is the best kisser, even to the point where she gets flustered. @elsweetheart

You and Ellie have just settled onto the farm and you noticed her hair is getting a little long, so as a nice girlfriend you offer to cut it. :) @koitrash

domestic hcs with ellie. w <3 @kurosaaki

clingy!reader wanting ellie's attention when she's playing video games and just like climbing into her lap @elsweetheart

reader is ellie's gf and she's a virgin and Ellie pop her cherry but Ellie is like really sweet and go slow n shit @hotxcheeto

okay but college!ellie being so excited to come to your room on the last day of the semester, @sp4cepunisher

Ellie's love language @astroels

Reader drags her long time girlfriend to meet her parents at their summer vacation home. The two share a very embarrassing moment together @losingherface

#ellie williams #tlou2 #ellie x dina #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #my recs #joel miller #PLS READ BRO U WONT REGRET

[jake-g-lockley]

Lucky Charms (Steven Grant x reader)

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A/N: Storytime! I was volunteering the other day and had a little special patient who jumped up at my counter. Picture of little Tefe at the end of this + some beautifully curated puns by the lovely Dellie Williams (@pakhiya). Thank you to @in-between-the-cafes for suggesting this and for all the lil ideas, my heart is literally so full as I write this. 

Word Count: 2 k

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Steven pursed his lips and stuffed the last of the cataloged items back onto the shelf. Oh, how he hated stock checking. He had to, Donna would be furious in the morning if he didn’t. He stepped back to admire his wall of souvenirs and sighed, finally done for the night.

He looked around him and the whole museum was dark, except for the spotlight that was illuminating him and his gift shop. He turned to stuff his belongings into his bag when suddenly a sound made him stop.

“I must just be tired innit?” he mumbled to no one in particular when the sound caught his ear again.

“Steven, I hear it too,” Marc’s voice echoed from inside of his head and Steven audiably gulped.

The last time Marc and he had heard a sound in the museum so late at night, it ended with Steven almost getting thrown into jail and sacked, not to mention almost ripped apart by an Egyptian Jackal.

“Hermano, we’re gonna break the table.” Jake’s soft voice hurled Steven back to reality as his hand unwillingly let go of the edge of the table he was gripping. The sound made Steven swivel his head as his eyes grew big with fear.

“Must just be an echo, look, I think it’s coming from our right.” Marc urged, trying his best to keep Steven calm. 

As Steven walked towards the centre of the museum, a gust of wind carded through his curls from the open entrance. Only then he noticed that it had started pouring outside. He watched the rain wash over the entrance of the museum for a while until the soft sound came again, this time a little louder. 

“Steven, look down.” Jake suddenly says, making Steven stop in his tracks.

There were tiny puddles of water that ended behind a statue in front of Steven. He mumbled a little prayer and tiptoed to the front of the statue, his eyes landing on a tiny bundle at its feet. Steven scrambled slightly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and turning on the flash as his eyes failed to register what the bundle was in the darkness. He shone his flashlight to the bundle, only to see wet orange and black fur was curled up.

“Guys! I think it's a kitten!” Steven whispered, earning a small meow from the kitten.

“Poor thing, it's all wet, must have crawled in because of the rain.” Steven’s eyes drew together as Jake spoke up, his voice a touch softer than it had even been when he was with the boys.

“Since when did you become soft?” Marc huffed and Steven chuckled softly, kneeling down. 

Steven pulled his handkerchief from his pocket, slowly wrapping it around the cat and picking it up. Big sad green eyes stared up at him and Steven swore that his heart physically broke a little. She had ears that were too big for her head and was shivering from the cold. Steven began to shush the kitten, rubbing her head with soft circles as he cradled her close.

“We should give you a name.” Steven whispered as the kitten meowed at him.

“No, Steven, no naming the cat, we don’t need another living thing to take care of, we have fish.” Marc rushed through his words, but Steven smartly pushed him to the front and Marc ended up face to face with the tiny wet kitten.

“Awe man, fuck you Steven, lets call her Angel.” he said softly, stroking her tiny paw.

“Don’t swear in front of the baby, dumbass.” Jake pushed forward and kissed her forehead. “I think we should call her Luna.”

“You guys wait, I know what we can name her.” Steven pushed forward once again, staring up at the statue before him. 

The goddess Tefnut stared down at Steven and he raised the kitten up so that her face was beside Tefnut’s. 

“Our little lioness, Tefnut, Tefe for short.” Steven sighed and the boys agreed enthusiastically in the back of his head. 

The kitten meowed again at Steven and he brought her to his chest, giving her his body warmth. 

“Alright, let's go home, shall we? A nice warm hot water bottle and a bowl of food should get you all happy.” he whispered softly to his new friend, walking towards his work station. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You let the spoon rest on your mouth and paused as you heard a large crash outside. Immediately, you grabbed your bowl of cereal and walked to the front door, swinging it open.

There stood your cute neighbour, Steven Grant. His hair and shirt were drenched from the rain and he was holding something in the crook of his arm and had an expression of pain on his face as he stared at the flowerpot he broke and the soil on his foot. 

“Fuc-shit sorry, did I wake you?” He whispered worriedly, his weight all on one foot as he leaned against his door.

You shook your head and he took note of the spoon in your mouth and cereal bowl in your hands, smiling through the pain that was edging in his foot. A small meow made your mouth drop open, the spoon falling out as your eyes dropped to the bundle in Steven’s arms. You stepped closer, crossing the threshold hesitantly, eyeing what looked like Steven’s jacket at the crook of his arm. Protectively, Steven stepped back until his whole back was flushed against the door.

Another meow sounded and you stared wide eyed up at Steven, caging him in, eyes scanning the bundle. A small paw popped out and you swooned, smiling at Steven before tickling the paw with your pinky. Steven couldn't move, not because a human in a huge snuggie holding a bowl of cereal was blocking his way, but because that human looked like an angel who was tickling his kitten’s paw.

“The simp is stuck again.” Jake murmured in the headspace and Marc stifled a giggle. 

Steven internally rolled his eyes and stared down at you as you unwrapped the little bundle without a word. Your fingers grazed his bare forearm and goosebumps made Steven shiver. 

“Awe, who are you sweet baby?” you cooed, clearly at the kitten but Steven looked up to the rickety ceiling hoping that the real Tefnut could hear how grateful he was from the universe beyond. 

He looked down just in time for you to search for his eyes again. You batted those dangerous eyelashes at him questioningly and Steven gulped again.

“I, uhh, she crawled into the museum and was wet and cold, couldn’t leave her there.” he mumbled and watched as you ran a finger along her nose. 

“You wanna come over to my place? I have a new hot water bottle.” you softly said and Steven was already peeling himself off his door to stand upright. 

You opened your door and ushered Steven inside. He kicked his wet shoes off and stood at the front, a little unsure, his arms still cradling the kitten protectively

You set the bowl of cereal aside and ran to the kitchen, turning the kettle on. You grabbed the laundry basket and lined it with two towels that were fresh out of the dryer. You went outside and set the basket on the table. Steven didn’t know what got into him but he nudged you and gestured for you to hold the kitten and place her into her basket. Steven stepped ultra close to you as his arms opened up and the kitten gently transferred into your arms. You stood there, staring at him while he looked on lovingly at the kitten, your heart swelling to the tune of his soft breaths as you bit your lip softly. 

“Pretty.” you say before you can stop yourself.

“Isn’t she?” Steven said without missing a beat.

“Ay dios mio.” sounded Jake’s voice at the back of his head and loud laughter echoing in his head, making Steven’s eyes snap to yours. 

Maybe it were the two men causing an absolute catastrophe in his head or maybe it was the way you were already looking at him that made Steven realise that you were not talking about the kitten in your arms. A red tinge creeped up Steven’s face and you turned around with the cat, smiling to yourself. You kissed the kitten’s forehead as you cooed gently, setting her into her new cot of towels. 

The kettle clicked off and you rushed past Steven to the kitchen. Steven’s eyes followed your quick feet and he found himself following you, leaning against the doorway and watching as you twirled around the kitchen. You pulled tea bags and mugs out of the cupboard and methodically started to make tea, saving some of the hot water to pour in the hot water bottle.

You didn’t notice Steven standing at the doorway until you turned to grab a smaller towel to wrap around the hot water bottle. You stared at the dazed expression he wore on his face and your eyes dropped to his lips were set, like flowers that were ready to be picked for offerings. You found yourself stepping closer to him as you took in his beautiful face. His hair was still dripping and his lashes curled magnificently, shielding his beautiful chocolate eyes. Suddenly, you felt his hands against yours and you blinked up at him.

“The kitten…” Steven whispered, breaking your spell. 

You yanked your hands away and left the bottle in his hands, turning to the tea and Steven grinned at your cuteness, skipping slightly as he walked back to where his Tefe was. 

A few minutes later, you came out carrying a new towel and a tray of things that you set down on the dining table. You handed the towel to Steven and set out a plate of biscuits and tea in front of him before taking the bowl of mashed sardines mixed with water and setting it in the kitten’s basket. She immediately crawled out of her warm dwelling and sniffed at the food you put out in front of her. You softly encouraged her and in a few seconds, she was going to town on the mashed fish.

“Lucky Charms?” Steven’s voice cut through the thick atmosphere.

“Hmm? Oh right, my late night snack.” you said, clicking your tongue and smiled.

Steven smiled at you and couldn’t help but think that he had found his lucky charm and it was now noisily licking fish off a plate. 

“Thought of any names?” you asked Steven softly, not taking your eyes off the hungry kitten 

“Tefnut, or Tefe for short. Like the goddess of moisture and rainfall.” He answered softly.

“Interesting. Any reason?” you turned to him and your heart quickened. 

“Well, it's a real coincidence really, we- I found her under the statue of Tefnut and it’s well, raining.” You knew Steven was itching to say more but was holding back nervously.

“Come on, tell me more.” you pushed on and Steven’s eyes lit up.

You both spent hours like that, taking turns holding little Tefe and her new hot water bottle, talking about everything under the light of the moon that was slowly emerging out of the storm’s clouds. 

You didn’t know how you ended up on the couch, your head in Steven’s lap, slowly waking up as the sun’s rays tickled your eyes. You sat up to see the kitten curled up against Steven’s neck, Steven’s eyes pleasantly closed as he snored softly. You gently kissed the kitten and turned to look at Steven before kissing him on the cheek too. 

You sit up a little more to look past Steven, grinning at your boss who was sitting at your dining table. Her cat eyes sent a wink your way and you blushed at the little trick she had played after you spent hours ranting about Steven to her. You look back down at Khonshu’s avatar and kissed him once more on his forehead before getting up and starting your day, letting him sleep in a little more.

Steven swore that he could feel something soft touch his forehead and his eyes fluttered open moments after you left the room, leaving your signature dewy and monsoon scent in your wake as the little kitten snuggled closer into his neck.

Bonus: @pakhiya’s puns and Tefe baby 🥺

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[sameschmidtdiffname]

Something I think about a lot in the hunger games movies is the way younger Peeta's hair is brunette.

You know, the scene where he throws Katniss the bread? Why is his hair brown?

Does he bleach it? And if so, why?? He went through the trauma of the hunger games and came home like "hold up lemme touch up my roots"??

Or did younger Peeta just dye his brown?? Or am I insane and his hair was just supposed to be, like, wet or something and that's why it was dark?

Anyways please give me your thoughts on bottle blonde Peeta it's driving me crazy thanks 🙏

Anon I have incredible news about my thoughts on Bottle Blonde Peeta™️

I actually somehow forgot to bring this point up though because you're right. I don't- how-

Like, listen. I'm a dirty blonde naturally and if an iota of oil gets on that shit it looks like the blackest brown I've ever seen. But my god, he ain't even wet! (RIP Josh Hutcherson, you got did done so fucking dirty that entire series and you were so nice about it. You would've loved wigs. Good on you for getting one in that end scene.)

No but honestly, I like- okay. I love the idea that after Peeta gets out of the first Hunger Games, finds out Katniss was lying about her feelings and just storms to the town beautyshop like "I need brows and lowlights, fucking stat." Because his 'Catching Fire' was was scrumptitiyumyum in the most Bottle Blonde Peeta™️ sense imaginable. I literally was talking about this series with my bestie who's a hairdresser yesterday and according to her, Peeta's untoned, noodle poodle hate crime ass with the dark as my demon soul at 9 o'clock on a Sunday morning ass roots is a punishment from the Capitol for his bullshit and a lack of care on the part of District 13.

But circling back to 'Catching Fire,' it is canon in my heart and soul that Peeta poured his heart out to Delly about his latest traumas in his sparkling new bomb ass bathroom while she dyed his roots and tinted his brows to show he's an independent man who ain't need no Katniss. (While sobbing to Taylor Swift about how much he wants Katniss.) Which lead to him just having the worst dye job for the rest of the series until he finally stops fucking with it after he marries Katniss. (He would be such a hair guy, I'm sorry.)

(I also adore the idea that Peeta eventually stops tinting his brows one time because he feels like he's too old for that shit only to recieve a bottle of Just For Men in the mail that is clearly from Haymitch. He could've just walked over here and given it to him that way, but that would've required seeing Browless Peeta™️ and he's had enough trauma for one life.)

#peeta mellark #josh hutcherson #jhutch #thg #the hunger games peeta #the hunger games #thg headcanons #peeta headcanons #peeta mellark headcanons #thg peeta mellark #thg peeta

[cutpaperbleedswater]

Re reading Catching Fire has gotten me thinking.

Peeta as a character is pretty tragic, his mother’s abuse and his father’s silence, knowing that the people who he cares about probably don’t feel the same and is under the impression his death would mean very little to them. In the first games, he and Haymitch both pick Katniss to be crowned Victor at first opportunity and spins a love story that humiliates her but if he were to die, she’d be able to get with someone (Gale, from what Peeta thinks) after a few months, he made a deal with the Careers which is high level foolishness if without a bigger goal. To find himself dying, caked in mud, probably thinking about how Katniss isn’t seeing him like this and then find, oh wait, she is, because that’s an option now and the fact there’s a chance he could win too. I stand by the thinking he went into the arena with no want to get out of it only to find that he did, because let’s face it, Katniss did the most controversial Selfish/selfless on the planet and risked both their deaths for him after he was ready to snuff it for her. And then after all that, finding his lower left leg had to be amputated and taught how to handle that, walk into the final interview with a small illusion that Katniss likes him and walk into his new home knowing it was all a lie, just Katniss doing what she thought best for her and hers and then freezing him out in the months leading up to the Victory tour, wherein which I doubt Peeta had many visitors, maybe his father/brothers and perhaps Delly and he’d definitely offer up his home for his family only for his mum to say good riddance and herd them home. I have low doubts that he’d spend ‘Gale Sunday’ with the Everdeens and maybe bring a sketchbook to Haymitch’s if he felt far too lonely. Not to mention the nightmares where he was armed with only his paints.

Then in the second games, he makes a deal with Haymitch to save Katniss, which he does, only for a group of people Peeta had never thought existed. Haymitch giving Katniss the impression that he was going to save her and us reading it from her perspective makes it feel like even what he wanted to be his last moments, his wishes were ignored even after the amount of stress on his selflessness and how he did deserve a moment of selfishness. Then dying, figuring out Katniss loves him by a good old r+ kiss, murdering someone whilst looking for her and then being captured and tortured. Really the only time he got what he wanted was when he was taken instead of her at the risk he suffered at, and her living at the first games ofc. The idea of him doing everything to show her his improvement, holding out the can of lamb stew in the Capitol, working hard in court ordered therapy and actually returning home is actually sweet when you realise the direction it could’ve gone. Also his whole family dying without closure is pretty sad too and the fact he was a very friendly person so he would’ve somewhat personally known plenty of the bombing victims. Also the fact the only time he’s truly looked after is when he’s too crazy to acknowledge it.

He’s my baby. Suzanne Collins is an angel for creating him for us.

#the hunger games #peeta mellark #everlark #i love dissing this kids family #He’s so sad tho #My oh my could I yap for England #I’m glad he got his happy ending

[thesweetnessofspring]

Roses and Pearls by HalfHope (thesweetnessofspring)

Rated: E

Description: Peeta Mellark is the sole victor of the Quarter Quell. With District 12 nothing but ash, he rebuilds his life by moving to the Capitol and falling in love with Rosalia Snow, granddaughter to Coriolanus Snow.

Then people Peeta thought long dead kidnap him and Rosalia, including the one person he hates more than anyone: Katniss Everdeen. They say he's been hijacked. They say that he used to love her. Locked away in District 13, Peeta is determined to protect his mind and his fiancée from the rebels. But while imprisoned, videos disprove his memories and his feelings toward Katniss grow confusing. Who can he trust, and what really happened in his past?

@louezem was a huge help in getting this next chapter ready! Thank you so much!

Chapter One | Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Holding Katniss’s hand as we make our way to the mess hall results in a few wrong turns and taking longer than usual to make it to dinner, both of us laughing at our hopelessness. My thoughts are too buzzed with the absolute elation of holding her hand and getting to say to myself that Katniss Everdeen is my girlfriend. I’m her boyfriend. Not to win the Games or protect our families or for a propo. But because it’s something we want. Something we finally both want. 

Although we reluctantly let go of one another’s hand to scoop up our trays of food, when we sit down at the table and greet Delly, she has a smile that’s even more sparkling than usual.

“Did something happen?” she asks. “You both actually seem happy.”

Katniss and I look at each other. We hadn’t talked about how we would handle other people knowing about us. If we’d been normal, I’d never care about people knowing. The propos and the pressure we have complicate things, though.

“Yes,” Katniss says, deciding for us. “We’re together now.”

“You two!” Delly exclaims. “How long have you been hiding this?”

“You’re technically the first person to know,” I say. “And I think Katniss would agree we don’t really want to draw attention to it right now.”

My warning doesn’t stop Delly’s enthusiasm.

continue reading on ao3

#everlark fanfiction #thg fanfiction #roses and pearls #rap update #roses and pearls chapter twenty

[ephemeral-phosphorescence]

So I know in the age of the Hunger Games renaissance we have a lot of post-war Katniss and Peeta parenting headcanons however, I’d like to take a moment to talk about their FRIENDSHIPS post war new and old because I love them and they deserve the best support systems.

- One of Greasy Sae’s grandchildren, a scrawny dark-haired man, who asks to be apprenticed in Peeta’s bakery since the coal mines are no longer safe to work in. A quiet man, with a lot of love in his heart for iced cakes, since his daughter likes to look at them in wonder through the glass.

- Johanna Mason and Katniss having four-hour long phone calls AT LEAST once a week.

- a poorer capitol couple who always dreamed of life in a smaller town end up buying one of Victor’s Houses. They’re nervous to say the least, but Peeta helps them settle in the town and Katniss eventually helps them to get comfortable in the woods. When their dog has puppies, the couple gifts them two.

- Gale never returns to District 12, but his siblings, Rory and Posy do. A friendship that’s sparked by reminiscing about cold mornings is now fueled by hot summer evenings, and bonfires, and roasted apples and singing.

- Peeta and Katniss visiting Annie in District three and swimming at the beach with her.

- Delly Cartwright rushing to the bakery to relay the gossip she just happened to hear at the post office.

- Haymitch’s house not being in a fit state, so Katniss and Peeta helping him to host his Senior Veterans’s support group at theirs.

- Speaking of veterans, Katniss’s mother visiting with one, a second-hand ring on her finger. He’s from District 11, a towering battle-scarred soldier but his eyes betray the people he’s lost in his time. His gravelly speaking voice would scare away even the tamest birds, but his hands coax rainbows out of the ground and Katniss is proud of her mother for being happy.

Now, I don’t think Katniss would ever get a full time job, with her mental health and Capitol stipend. I also don’t think she would become a doctor or apothecary, like her mother and sister. But in her late years, when she’s too old for hunting and no need for it anyway, I like to imagine she becomes a midwife. Idk, I think she would have a lovely no-nonsense bedside manner and a deep love for every baby she helps deliver and it is nice to think about. I just weep imagining her helping to deliver Posy’s first baby, or checking up on Newborn mothers around the town with gift baskets full of helping herbs and freshly-baked buns and being a familiar face for everyone in 12.

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #thg #thg headcanons #peeta mellark #delly cartwright #Posy Hawthorne #Rory Hawthorne #no-one ever talks abt Gales siblings or mother and IDK why they are FASCINATING #esp in terms of their relationship to Katniss cause she’s obvs quite close with all of them #Annie Cresta #thg haymitch #long post

[eerna]

Yeah! Peeta was so genuinely kind and empathetic and humble he kinda dismissed his own actions. He never realized how his actions could have impacted others around him. I’m pretty sure there were others who loved him too and would have been devastated if he were gone.

He said that one would miss him back at home, and maybe his close circle of friends/family could have changed their actions to demonstrate otherwise but, a large portion of district 12 died so maybe they were just gone ?

I think his father to the very least would have tried

Yeah, it seems most of the upper class 12 residents died because they lived near the main square, where the bombs first started falling, while the Seam residents were in the outskirts. As for his father, it seems like he was a man of weak personality, since he was truly kind but let his wife run the show, so I am not sure he would have tried to bond with his sons... At least Delly cared!

#eernask #eernask talk thg #haruwashere29

[periwinckles]

Please tell me you have a middle name.

The night you turn eighteen you get a soulmark. Katniss is obviously not expecting to get any, because she is too busy to be interest in romance at all. (in Panem, No Games, Everlark)

I’m not bothered at all when I wake up the morning of my eighteenth birthday. It’s just another regular day. 

I go on with my routine: out of bed, cold glass of water, getting dressed. It’s still dark outside, but I always go to the woods before dawn, ever since Gale joined the mines. It’s hard and long work, now that I go by myself, but spring days are the best for hunting and foraging, so a big haul is to be expected today. 

Then after that, school. I’m pretty sure I’ll fly under the radar, with so many birthdays around this time of year. It’s not just some weird coincidence. Most students have their birthdays in the spring and summer months. No one really comments on it, but everyone knows how hard it is for a newborn to survive its first winter in district twelve. Autumn baby’s are a little more common, but not by much. So, once spring rolls around, there’s at least two or three birthdays every other day, and it keeps everyone distracted. No one will remember mine, for sure. No one except Prim.

I’m not even done with putting my socks on, when my sister wakes up, and in a fast jolt starts inspecting my arms and hands. 

“Well? Where is it?”

"Where 's what?”

Prim gives me an annoyed look at my feigned ignorance. Yes, I know. Soulmarks. We get them the night before our eighteenth birthday, and they are supposed to help us find our soulmate, our partner in life.  Usually they come up like dark brown lines, something like a dark tan, in the shape of your soulmate's name initial. Location may vary, but soulmates get them on the same exact spot. Sometimes you get more than one letter, but that’s the exception, not the rule. 

“I don’t know, I didn't care to look.” I tell her as I finish getting ready. “I’ll be back with breakfast.”

I was actually a bit anxious the night before Gale’s birthday, two years ago. Not that it would mean anything if he showed up the next day with a K. Platonic soulmates are rare, but not unheard of. Still, I breathed out with relief when he showed up with no soulmark at all. 

“I guess I’m free from all this nonsense. “ He said with a shrug.

If Gale Hawthorne is lucky enough to be soulmate less, I’m pretty sure that’s my fate as well.

I’ve seen a couple of marks so far. Delly Cartwright was the first in our class year to show it off. She’s one of the rare winter babies to make it to adulthood, and when her eighteenth birthday came up in December, she stood brightly in front of the whole class and asked for everyone’s middle name, writing it all down.

“She has a T on her forearm.” Madge whispers to me, even though I can perfectly see what she’s showing off to everyone. “There are no T’s in our class.” she elaborates. “She will need to broaden her search, but I guess she wants to rule out middle names first.”

Five months later and Delly still hasn't found hers, if the huge folder that she carries around all the time, is any indication.

There were a few more whisperings about soulmarks popping up here and there, but last month is when it really picked up the pace. Not that I pay much attention to it. I usually only hang out with Madge Undersee and she’s not really much into all of this either. She  has hers already, I think. I'm not sure exactly when her birthday is, but she’s definitely eighteen already. I guess she keeps it hidden, which is exactly what I would do if I had one. 

I make my way through the snare line with ease, collecting our prey, taking my time to enjoy the few hours of freedom I can. I even get a few squirrels that I’ll try to trade at the bakery later. Prim will be ecstatic if I get a couple of cookies or a small cake for today. When I’m back at the house, soulmarks are nowhere near my mind. 

“Happy Birthday, Katniss.”

My mother greets me with a smile that I only half return. She kisses my cheek as well, and I let her, but that’s where I draw the line for physical affection from her. I still haven't forgiven her from checking out when my father died and leaving everything to fall on my shoulders. Me. An eleven year old who had just lost her father.

If she wants to ask about my soulmark, she doesn’t. But I notice the way she exchanges looks with Prim. She knows I have a hard time saying no to Prim, whatever it is.

“Aren’t you really going to look for it?” Prim finally asks.

I place my tea cup on the table, and she squeals once I start removing my jacket. Might as well get this over with, and it will go faster if I have their help. As soon as they see I’m clear of marks, I’m free to move on with my day.

Having a healer for a mother, and a future healer for a sister, means they are nothing but methodic. They start with my scalp, examining every inch of my skin. Some soulmarks are quite large, others very small. You never really know what you’re getting, or where, so you really need to pay attention. 

“Nothing on this arm.” Prim says as she moves on to my ribcage, but a small gasp from my mother makes her fingers freeze.

“Your calf.” My mother says. She still has her fingers wrapped around my left arm, but the mark in my calf is so visible I don’t really know how none of us saw it as soon as I had my pants off. 

I sit down and bring the leg up for close inspection. There it is, dark tan, with flowy and delicate lines, a true indication of my soulmate’s gentle demeanor. 

“I knew it would be you.” I tell Prim with a broad smile.

I have a P in my calf, and that’s even better than not getting a soulmark at all.

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#Everlark #Everlark fanfiction #The hunger games #katniss everdeen #Peeta mellark #katniss x peeta #please tell me you have a middle name

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The Art of the Steal-deinde_prandium (ao3) Summary: “This is an elegant crime, committed by an elegant man.” Katniss Everdeen, expert art insurance investigator, is hot on the trail of a stolen Monet. Her prime suspect? Billionaire Peeta Mellark. Everlark in the world of The Thomas Crown Affair. Originally written for Prompts in Panem. Prompt: Round 2, Day 2 (Other Worlds) The Boy with the Bread-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: A kind stranger left a basket of rolls by the Everdeens' door and Katniss thinks she knows who. The Christmas Box-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark was a good little boy, generous, well behaved, sweet and honest. A caring soul. On the year his grandmother passed away, he sent a Christmas box far, far away... who knows who Jesus would bless with some Christmas cheer. The Elephant in the Room-Brown_Eyed_Devil (ao3) Summary: After an unassuming sweet gesture goes a little wayward, Katniss and Peeta have a sit-down and a heart to heart about all the unassuming sweet gestures that have gone wayward in the past for them. I promise the ending is pure everlark goodness ;) The Flower King-annieoakley1 (ao3) Summary: Five-year-old Peeta would trade Rye Mellark for Delly Cartwright in a heartbeat, but he'll never let her dress him in flowers ever again. Written for Tumblr's Prompts in Panem Day Two: A Day in the Life of the Mellark Brothers. The Geese Thread-CassandraO (ao3) Summary: Gale comes to twelve but Haymitch is too busy hollerin' at Peeta. Based on a tumblr conversation about the names of Haymitch's geese. The Morning After-DandelionLass (ao3) Summary: A fluffy little headcanon drabble for Jeeno2 on tumblr. The Murder Game-deinde_prandium (ao3) Summary: As his dorm's annual Murder Game takes on an intensity he hadn't realized was possible, Peeta discovers that it might actually provide the opening he's been waiting for to approach his college crush. Sort of. The Pearl Ring-Demona424 (ao3) Summary: When Peeta's daughter Violet is feeling lost and in need of advice, he shares the story of how he came home to Katniss. The Rebels-CassandraO (ao3) Summary: The second (and hopefully final?) part of the Runaways series. The rebels demand the return of the Mockingjay. Katniss's newfound peace shatters.

#general #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #masterlist #general masterlist

[waywardangel-wilds]

I recently saw you reblog the ask referring to the post about how someone stated that Katniss&Peeta and Finnick&Annie are only together because of trauma. I also wanted to say that's just not true? Like everyone in the series has trauma, everyone copes with it differently but I don't think Katniss, Peeta, Finnick, or Annie sought out their respective partners because they too had trauma. In the grand scheme of things, wouldn't it have been easier for Katniss to be with Gale so she wouldn't have to deal with Peeta's hijacking OR HIS TRAUMA from the games because wouldn't that trigger hers? (you know aside from the fact that Katniss will always link her sister's death with Gale's weaponry and disregard for human compassion). Same with Annie, would it not have been easier to just close off that chapter rather than be with Finnick, someone that is also linked to not only the Hunger Games in general, which is where "her mind broke", but HER GAMES as he was likely the mentor or one of the mentors for the male tribute who she watched GET BEHEADED. Like wouldn't Katniss have rather just not been with someone, like she always planned, or Annie been with someone from D13 who would have had no link to the games in general. Or Peeta been with Delly, who he didn't have hijacked memories of or been to hell and back with. Or how bout Finnick being with literally anyone but someone else in the games, someone who he had to fear for her life in the games?

I could rant about this all day. I looked into the person who wrote the original post and that just made me feel like I was losing my mind. I don't care if people like Gale, I can understand their points, but to tag everlark in a post shitting on them and then reply to said post and be like "I love debate" but then go about blocking people who are debating you AND CLAIMING that they didn't tag EVERLARK for attention, come on, you know you did. It's hypocritical. The person seems stuck in an old phase of internet which I have grown too old to engage in. Have your opinion, but respect general etiquette of keeping that stuff out of the tag you are actively shitting on. It only draws "bad" attention but they strike me as all PR is good PR which like, why do you want negativity in your space when you could just not?

And frankly, the original post was hypocritical because...Gale has trauma too, like a lot of it, which is what drove him to, in a way, be used by Coin. So, if the theory that Katniss had no thoughts, emotions, or feelings outside of trauma is true, would she not have originally had MORE trauma in common with Gale? Like Katniss should have fallen at Gale's feet no? Before the games, in those woods for hours, she should have bonded with him and fallen in LOVE with him due to that bond but she didn't. Because trauma doesn't make her love someone, who they are does. Frankly her bond over trauma with Gale is what kept her feeling guilty and like she had to be in his life despite, as we see in MJ, her realizing that outside of the hatred they had for the way things were in D12, they weren't compatible, their MORALS were different.

This rant is basically it. Its the HER or rants. Yes I agree. I must confess, I didn't take that other person seriously at all and mocked them in their comments, something along the lines of 'reading comprehension is dead.' (That's so mean what's wrong with me!!) I usually would feel bad about that but I think it's fair to say they were being mean for no reason (I actually still feel bad haha).

The only thing I really have to add is that the OG 'trauma bond' person seems to be using Gale's butthurt logic from the end of the last book. You know, when Gale is like "Katniss will end up with whoever she can't survive without." Which is so not the right thing to take away from the series. I thought it was common knowledge that this was incorrect, and it was put in to highlight once again that the entire series was about not just the war and the suffering but how it affected people. The whole thing is about emotions, and Katniss, the person whose emotions we know the best, is absolutely full of a kaleidoscope of emotions. It isn't so simple as to say 'Katniss chose Peeta because he was in the games with her.' Or 'Katniss chose Peeta because she was on the brink of death from depression.' No, Katniss chose Peeta because she felt so much for him. Because she was so deeply connected to him, as her friend, her partner, her teammate, even at times her enemy. She knew Peeta completely, and she liked what was there, that's why she chose him in the end. She saw him at his best and his absolute worst, but she wanted him anyway. That's love. I don't know how else to put it. But if any one of us is lucky enough to fall in love in this life, would we want to only be chosen at our bests? Why would I call that love? That's just infatuation. Love is the hard stuff.

#thg #send asks!! #send asks #the hunger games

[kipperlillycopperkettle]

wip snippet ask game

was tagged by @grasslandgirl my beloved fellow mutual in long unfinished fics and a million wips <3 thank you so so much for tagging me <3333333 this is also only my fic folder bc otherwise this list would be a million times longer and it's already long enough. also stealing from sav and putting the fandom in parenthesis next to the titles. also i chose not to include the wip titles that got asked last time that i have made absolutely no progress on in the last year and two months because i have made no progress on them and have nothing new to say about them :(

“Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag people! This isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!”

bad ends for hardwon & moonshine (naddpod)

marvel fic (thg)

bad kids parent issues

never tasted as sweet a poison as you have. (thg)

d20 rarepair zine original (d20, acoc)

i fought and fought hard and i should've died. (thg)

callieder fic (naddpod, c3)

i know there's something waiting for us in the light. (d20, tuc)

penny fic (d20, the seven)

die trying right now. (incryptid)

and it's hard to be at a party when i feel like an open wound. (d20, spyreverse thg au)

delly tribute au fic (thg)

fig & being a tiefling (d20, fh)

the bad kids road trip (d20, fh)

please tell me someday i'll at least be able to sleep. (d20, spyreverse thg au)

thg daemons (thg)

cashmere fic (thg)

the kind of radiance you only have at seventeen. (thg)

i spend nights stitching up the loose threads of my soul. (d20, spyreverse thg au)

patia fic (exu calamity fic)

fate is to all appearance more unavoidable than unexpected. (thg)

evil pete fic (d20, tuc)

we must be killers. (the old guard)

i can take a hit i ain't scared of the pain. (thg)

let's raise a glass to all the people you're not speaking to. (d20, aso)

everyone thinks that they're too young to die. (d20, spyreverse thg au)

pamelia fic (d20, acoc)

haymitch fic (thg)

[first house discord exchange fic] [*this is not the actual name of the doc i just needed to redact it for spoilers reasons bc i can't talk abt it yet] (tlt)

katniss sole victor au (thg)

cytherea and pro (tlt)

only code it knows is rote survival. (thg)

og lyctor secret history (tlt)

caramanda (d20, acoc)

kasya fic (d20, acoc)

my titles are so simple (unless i actually manage to name the fic before i finish it) mostly bc i have a million docs in my google drive and i want to be able to find what i want to write quickly. i say this as though half the time searching a character's name won't get me to the doc i want faster than digging through my google docs but still

tagging: @cav-core, @dubiousfruitsalad, @browncesario, @aberfaeth, @nakdraws, @thelongestwalk, and anyone else who wants to do it (this means you who is reading this) <3333 also if i tagged you and you don't want to do it do NOT feel obligated mwah love u <33333

#i may have tagged casey for the second time. sorry </3 #writing tag #fic tag #don't worry about how many spyreverse thg au spinoff fics i have. don't worry about it :) i'm normal :) #wip ask game

[solar-halos]

december prompt #3: hot chocolate

some gale hawthorne and delly cartwright fluff under the cut :o)

Delly Cartwright looks scared out of her mind.

Gale thinks she should be. Merchants don’t belong in the Hob. You don’t see him perusing sweet shops and bakeries, do you?

Still. She approaches a vendor and she smiles and smiles and smiles as someone tries to haggle money out of her that even Gale knows she doesn’t have.

She’s being nice, and they’re gonna latch onto that and exploit it. Gale shifts his weight, his warmest jacket and his bag of game weighing heavy on his back. Katniss had to cut their meeting in the woods short to take care of Prim—in her words, her mother was in Useless Mode again, which she seems to be in a lot these days—so Gale was in charge of the trades today.

Delly reaches into her pockets, emptying out the contents in exchange for just one ridiculously tiny vial of lard.

Gale steps in. He’s not sure why. Maybe she reminds him too much of Prim.

“Don’t waste your time.” He reminds himself to make his voice steady and even so the vendor picks up on his confidence. Good luck trying to haggle him now. “I could get you a bigger tub for cheaper. Also, Chock dilutes all his stuff with water.”

Chock splutters, but that’s mostly because he sucks in a stray snowflake floating around, so Gale and Delly high-tail it out of there before he could start getting confrontational. He doesn’t usually rat people out in the Hob—part of perfecting the craft is unearthing everyone’s secrets on your own—but he has a feeling Delly’s not gonna be up here very often. She doesn’t need to learn all the secrets of the trade, but she sure seems to need lard (for some reason), so Gale throws her a bone.

She smiles at him, so warm and sweet and a smidge shy that Gale almost forgets it’s the middle of winter. “Thank you. He seemed so nice that I wasn’t sure how to tell him no.”

“I can help you out with that: Chock’s an asshole.”

“Well, even then, his wife’s been battling the flu, and he said things aren’t looking good. No one deserves to go through that.”

Maybe it’s because he wants to see her smile again—no one has ever smiled at him like that before—but the tears suddenly pooling at her eyes makes his stomach twist in the worst way possible.

“Chock’s not even married,” he assures her. He expects her to get a bit angry—Gale certainly was, when he found out—but her expression only softens.

“Well, even then—” Gale has a feeling he’s going to be hearing a lot of that from her “—no one would lie like that if they didn’t have to. He must have something awful going on at home.”

“Hate to break it to you,” Gale starts out, because he really does, “but everyone here has something awful going on. You wouldn’t be at the Hob if you didn’t.”

That begs one question: what’s Delly doing here?

Gale doesn’t ask. She had looked so scared with Chock, but she’s so much more at ease now that she’s walking by his side, so he doesn’t wanna give her any opportunities to psych herself out. It’s impossible to receive good deals on trades if you’re thinking about everything that’s at risk if you walk out of there empty handed. That’s rule number one.

Delly doesn’t really need to learn any of these rules, but she does need to know them at a least a little bit if she wants to walk out of here with at least a few cents in her fleece-lined coat.

That reminds him: “Pick-pockets are ruthless here, you know. Does your pocket at least have some sort of zipper?”

“Oh.” Her forehead crinkles—apparently, she doesn’t know. And, even though they’ve just met, she transfers a few crinkled bills into his hand. “Will you hold onto it for me, then? For safekeeping?”

Okay, so she doesn’t remind him of Prim. His head has never gotten so foggy from someone’s fingers brushing over his—especially not for something so trivial—but it feels good to be trusted with something so important. It feels even better to be trusted by someone so kind.

So Gale sticks by her side, extra mindful to snag all the good deals for her. He handles all the trades for himself and Katniss along the way, impressed that Delly eventually gets the hang of it after a few booths, but he still thinks she’s entirely too generous with her time.

Gale doesn’t say anything about it, doesn’t wanna risk the chance of squashing down her sweetness. Plus, it works in her favor; one hug and a shoulder to cry on later, Miss Burna gives her a complimentary bag of peppermints as a parting gift.

“Everyone there is so kind,” Delly tells him on their way out, and Gale is starting to think that might ring a little true. He’s hardly ever seen any of those vendors smile without trying to cheat you out something really important along the way, but Delly’s got them wrapped around her finger.

“We should go get something to drink,” Delly says, pulling her coat—and all of her spoils—closer to her chest. “My treat. As a thank-you for getting me through all that.”

Gale’s first instinct is decline, but when he opens his mouth, the words don’t come out. Instead, he takes one look at her pink nose and tangled blond curls, and he says, “Okay.”

He expects something like coffee. Katniss’ mom loved coffee, but they had more important things to worry about in the Seam, so that must be why Delly’s taking him to the merchant side of town. Or maybe she’d want some warm wine. Gale doesn’t know why, but he has a feeling Delly might really like that. The way Greasy Sae does it, he means.

Now it’s his turn to squirm under the gazes of blue eyes and pink lips. But if Delly could tough out a visit to the Hob, Gale can wait in line and clasp his fingers around a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

His eyes nearly bug out of his head. Hot chocolate.

“How can you even afford this?”

He expects to feel a rush of injustice—he couldn’t even afford a chocolate chip—but he’s only curious.

Delly gives him one of those smiles again. “The girl who’s working this afternoon is in my math class, and my family really likes trading with hers. Besides, everyone feels extra generous around the holidays.”

That’s not true. Everyone feels a extra generous around her, but he doesn’t know where this stupid affectionate haze is coming from, so he takes another sip of hot chocolate before he could say something stupid.

Delly plops a peppermint into her drink. And, before he can think about it, he follows her lead after she holds out another one in his direction.

It tastes like the new year.

He doesn’t drain it all right away. He doesn’t wanna waste it, and he needs something warm to wrap his fingers around. They take a walk to get the blood pumping, arms brushing against each other sometimes, and Gale developes a newfound appreciation for window shopping.

There’s the pastries in the bakery. The scarves in the boutique. The holiday themed color palette of all the medication in the apothecary.

Gale wonders if the hot chocolate is spiked with something. It would explain why he feels so happy and weightless and smiley, but it was too watery—apparently, merchants aren’t above diluting their products, either—so he pins that feeling down to the way Delly is looking at him. Like he’s worth liking, even though he’s not really doing anything for her.

“No shit!” he says, in response to her story about how she and her baker friend snuck out a bottle of booze that they use for all their cakes. “How’d it taste?”

Her nose wrinkles, laughter making her exhales come out in the shape of pretty white clouds. Gale didn’t know stuff like that could be pretty. “Awful. And his parents got so pissed that they put a lock on all their cabinets.”

They skid to a stop by a trash can, both unwilling to dump it in and go their separate ways, so they loiter. Gale knew he should have drank his hot chocolate slower.

“Thank you again, by the way. For helping me at the Hob.”

“Thank you for the drink,” he says, holding up his empty cup for emphasis. “Didn’t think anything could be sweeter than you are.”

Okay, so maybe he’s actually, literally drunk. He wouldn’t have said something like that if he wasn’t, but it’s kinda worth it to see Delly’s cheeks flush.

“You’re sweet, too. Even if you don’t wanna admit it.”

That gives Gale a pause. The only people in the district who seem to think he’s at least a little nice is Rory and Posy and Prim, but—

“Oh, shit,” he mutters. He forgot he was haggling for two today, and Katniss is gonna be expecting her half of the trade soon. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” She puts her hand on his arm, the warmth from her glove seeping into his jacket. He finds it a lot easier to relax. “Thank you again for helping me out today. And keeping me company. You’re gonna have to finish your story about you and Katniss and the lynx next time.”

Next time. Gale smiles so wide his cheeks start to hurt.

“Okay,” he agrees, schooling his expression into something less giddy. “And, next time, I’ll get you something nice.” He thinks of the ribbons Burna sometimes sells. “Or something pretty.”

The flush to her cheeks deepens, but that could also be because of the breeze. They’re both equally as hesitant to actually leave, so they stand outside the plaza for a few extra minutes and plan out the itinerary for their next visit. Gale knows that there’ll never be a next time—Delly was just being polite—but it feels good to think about.

The pressure of Delly’s hand on his arm increases, but that’s only because she’s tightening her grip and propelling herself forward. She plants a kiss on his mouth, short and sweet and breathtaking. Just like her.

“See you later, Gale!” she says, already turning on her heel. And then she’s gone.

He stands there, trying to get his bearings. She tasted like peppermint.

#can we get a delly and gale hype train going #golden retriever gf black cat bf #sunshine person a with permanently grumpy person b #it’s a great dynamic #delly cartwright #gale hawthorne #tis the season

[starsandhughes]

hey! i know you don't write a ton anymore but i was wondering if you knew some one who would write a story for delly?

hiiii

i want to write! and i am! i’ve just been online a few tomes and no one really hangs out on my blog with me anymore lmao ((which is on me for taking a break, to clarify))

i don't know anyone that does and there's not *many* people that write for the stars period (send some my way if you know more please i beg) but i’ve been trying go get an au kicking that has delly in it for dating reader's best friend! there's four parts out rn it's an insta au that i’d kill to write fics for

i’m very much open to trying to write for delly too! i’ll be very honest with who i feel comfy writing for and i think i could give delly a solid shot!

#kaylin answers <3

[thesweetnessofspring]

How do you feel about Johanna Mason?

What do you think about Johanna’s strategy in her first games?

What are your favorite Johanna moments?

What do you think about Jena Malone's depiction of Johanna?

Thank you :)

@curiousnonny

I know that in real life, I would be very intimated by Johanna and I would avoid her on a personal level, though if we had to work together for some reason I think we'd swing it. I anticipate she wouldn't like me very much, either, for a lot of reasons. But as a character I think she's very well-written and I love how the different victors we meet respond to what happened to them so differently, even if they're all affected just as negatively. Johanna's gone through so much trauma of being in the Games and losing everyone she loves presumably because of her refusal to let Snow sexually exploit her and that has hardened her even more. She pushes people away and challenges them so that they will leave her first and only those who are strong, too, will be beside her.

Her strategy obviously worked. I imagine it let people's guard down so she could get a quick kill out of them. Cocky people are easy to take down even if they're good, and I think Johanna knew this. The Careers are obviously the biggest threat, so by lowering their guard she had the advantage. She really likely wasn't a better fighter, but she had skill and was good enough that by leveling the playing field, won out.

My favorite Johanna moment is when Katniss gives her the little envelope of pine needles and she says it smells like home. It goes to show how tender and vulnerable she is underneath all of that bravado.

I like Jena Malone's depiction, only I miss that we didn't get the Katniss/Johanna roommate era in the movies (though of course that's not her fault).

Also as a random inclusion, I've kind of started shipping Johanna with Delly. I think part of it has to do with that time Delly was yelling at Peeta for his scene in the cafeteria and Johanna compared her to a mouse. I think Johanna really underestimated nice, smiley Delly and when she saw Delly has a backbone and is a fighter started respecting her more, and come post-war got to know her better and became the classic grumpy/sunshine trope. Team Jelly!

#johanna mason #curiousnonny #ship: jelly

[endlessnightlock]

hi i was wondering if you could please combine numbers 11 and 12 for the fluff everlark fics? i love what you’ve written so far and am off to find more of your stuff to read :) have a good day 🫶🏼

Sorry this is so late @anchoredhopes. I've been having a bad case of writer's block lately. Hope to kick it!

From Fluff Dialogue Prompts List

11. "Do you want a gummy worm?"

12. "You're being so lame right now."

"What about that one?" Prim leaned close to her sister's ear so no one could overhear their conversation. "The one with the red hair," she added when Katniss stared blankly at the group of guys

"Absolutely not," Katniss frowned, waving her hand in dismissal.

"What's wrong with him?

"Too tall. Do you want a gummy worm?" Katniss asked, her sister sighing in annoyance.

"Give them to me," Prim said, snatching the bag of candy away. Frustrated, she dug into a gummy worm, chomping into the candy and then ripping the rest away from her mouth like it had personally offended her. "We're going to be here all day because you're too picky," she wagged the worm's tail end so close to Katniss's face that she batted it away.

"No, I'm not being picky."

"You said the last guy was too handsome."

"And?" Katniss reminded Prim pointedly. There was no way she would approach some honest-to-god Adonis, like Finnick Odair, over something ridiculous as needing a partner for chicken at the Everdeen family's beach day. It wasn't her fault no one reminded her she needed to find someone until today. Gale would never stop teasing her if she showed up at the picnic alone.

"No one is too handsome," Prim replied. "You're being so lame right now."

Katniss crossed her arms over her chest. "Easy for you to say. Finnick is way too old for you! If I approached him, I would look sad and pathetic. Not what I had in mind for today."

"Who would look sad and pathetic?" a voice piped in from behind their backs. As one, the girls turned to find Peeta Mellark staring at them expectantly, a confused half-smile on his face.

A wave of nausea swept over Katniss. Peeta was the last person she wanted to overhear their conversation. She’s had a crush on him for as long as she can remember, but never talked to him until this year when Mr. Abernathy partnered them in biology class. They evolved from working together to friends quickly, but their relationship seemed different from the one he had with Delly Cartwright.

Sometimes she thinks Peeta was flirting with her, making her alternately want to puke in nervous excitement or prance around the room, humming some silly love song under her breath. She wished she knew what he thought of her. She wished she knew how to ask him.

Katniss really didn't want to explain to Peeta Mellark what she and Prim were doing. It sounded idiotic enough inside her head, without saying the words out loud.

"Nevermind, it's nothing-" Katniss began.

"Because our problem is solved if you can help us out. What are you doing this afternoon, Peeta?" Prim interrupted, bobbing back and forth on her heels. 

Katniss sighed. She would kick Prim if she could get away with it. There was no way her sister could expect her to sit on Peeta’s shoulders in a bathing suit without giving herself a heart attack.

“Katniss needs a partner for the battle to end all chicken battles,” Prim said, before explaining further. As if any of it was a real explanation.

She was sure Peeta caught her watching him lick his lips. Instead of glancing away like one or the other usually did, he held her gaze. “Sounds fun,” he said, smiling at her. “What time do I need to be there?”

Katniss swallowed hard. 

Crap. She really needed to get home and shave her legs since they were going to be hanging off Peeta’s shoulders soon.

#this is kind of a messy little thing #endlessnightlock writes #everlark drabble #everlark fanfic #katniss everdeen/peeta mellark