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I've been thinking for a while now that it would be cool to have a book club for Hunger Games fans. And I don't mean that we reread the books together, but that we pick books that are in some way referenced in THG or have similar themes, and we can compare them with THG and their intertextuality. Some works off the top of my head are Coriolanus, Far From the Madding Crowd, Frankenstein, Spartacus. And I'd want to bring in some diversity of course, too, which made me think of things like Braiding Sweetgrass and The Parable of the Sower. We could do shorter works like essays, poems, and songs in-between larger works. Maybe read Suzanne's other book series, The Underland Chronicles.
Thinking of going slow, like a chapter a week (or the equivalent) so it's not homework or something to rush. Would mean it takes longer to get through different works, but I think it would be more sustainable.
Is this anything people would be interested in doing?
#the hunger games#thg book club#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#coriolanus snow#lucy gray baird#everlark
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THG Book Club
We will be hosting a book club for Hunger Games fans starting in early January. This will not be a read-along of the series (we've all probably read them several times over at this point). The purpose of this book club is to expand our reading to novels, essays, short stories, poems, songs, etc. that Suzanne Collins either was inspired by or works that have similar themes to The Hunger Games. While we will be reading these works on their own merit and discuss them on this basis alone, we will also be examining how the themes interact between The Hunger Games and the other work. Discussion is highly encouraged! :)
Short on time? Don't worry! We'll be reading at a manageable pace (1-2 chapters a week, depending on length). This is meant to be a sustainable activity. So even if you get busy or have to skip out for a bit, catching up shouldn't take too much time.
So what will we be reading exactly? Although Suzanne Collins gives interviews rarely, she openly talks about her inspiration for The Hunger Games found in literature, myth, and history. We'll be finding these books and other works she's mentioned, voting on what we want to read, and going from there. Shorter works (such as myths and poems and essays) will be interspersed between longer works such as novels and plays.
What about diversity? Given Suzanne Collins's background, it's no surprise that the list is pretty Western and white. This is why we aren't sticking strictly to a Suzanne Collins reading list. After a "Suzanne Read" we'll open up to works that are written by authors of diverse backgrounds who write on similar themes that we can compare to The Hunger Games and expand our perspective on these topics as well!
What'll it cost me? Many of the works will be free online, but especially when we look into diverse reads, this may not always be the case. We encourage use of libraries, borrowing books, thrifting books, and/or buying on an ereader, depending on what's available to you. If you need help accessing the books, don't hesitate to reach out.
Who's behind this account? Hi, my main is @thesweetnessofspring. :)
How to participate:
Follow this blog for updates.
Follow #thg book club to read everyone else's discussion.
Be kind and have fun!
Currently, I am taking suggestions for the poll for our first Suzanne Read! Books on my list so far:
Far From the Madding Crowd
Coriolanus
Frankenstein
Spartacus
Lord of the Flies
If there are any books Suzanne has mentioned has been an influence on her or THG that you're interested in reading, please leave a reply or message so I can add it to the list! I plan to open up the poll on 12/20/2023 so get your suggestions in by then!
#the hunger games#catching fire#mockingjay#tbosas#suzanne collins#everlark#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#coriolanus snow#lucy gray baird#thg book club
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thinking about how katniss describes peeta giving her the bread and the dandelion in the snow as giving her hope for the future, he is the dandelion
and then how she says that she and peeta grow back together, just like that dandelion grew despite it all
#the hunger games#thg#peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#we grow back together#i think about it constantly#they keep choosing each other#everlark#peeniss#book club with em
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OFF THE MARKET
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JrCM4eo
by MegaAuLover
Katniss has gotten divorced and her reading club has the perfect present to help her get over her divorce, an E-Profile on a Dating Website. Hilarity ensues as Katniss begins to date the men her book club chooses for her. Will she find true love or will she become a lonely spinster?
Words: 5030, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Delly Cartwright, Greasy Sae (Hunger Games), Mags (Hunger Games), Johanna Mason, Foxface (Hunger Games), Effie Trinket, Gale Hawthorne, Darius (Hunger Games), Annie Cresta
Relationships: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark, everlark - Relationship, Delly Cartwright/Gale Hawthorne, Annie Cresta/Finnick Odair
Additional Tags: Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Modern AU, Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, dating profile, Friends acting messy, Slapstick, Dating, Online Dating, dating gone wrong, Humor, Vomiting
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JrCM4eo
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2023: a summary
post your favorite and/or most popular creation from each month this year. (it’s okay to skip months!)
I was tagged by @tthrawn and @girlbutcherwife thanks loves!
tagging anyone who wants to!
january
most popular: blake lively in sisterhood of the traveling pants (personal) and knives out (other blog)
favorite: blake lively in a simple favor and madelyn cline in glass onion
february
most popular: beca x chloe
favorite: the batman and marley rose
march
most popular: knives out tropes (personal) and spencer hastings (other blog)
favorite: caroline forbes and elena gilbert
april
most popular: delena (personal) alison reynolds (the breakfast club) (other blog)
favorite: misty quigley, natalie scatorccio and everlark
may
most popular: misty quigley
favorite: fiona gallagher and favorite ships
june
most popular: these two are tied lady gaga and mazikeen and eve (personal) and mila kunis in black swan (other blog)
favorite: brittany s pierce and santana lopez
july
most popular: van palmer (personal) and layla williams from sky high (other blog)
favorite: yennefer of vengerberg
august
most popular: vampire book to movie adaptations (personal) and katniss everdeen (other blog)
favorite: jackieshauna lol only made two on my personal
september
most popular: nancy wheeler
favorite: robin buckley
october
most popular: sidney prescott
favorite: sam and tara carpenter and yelena belova
november
most popular: elizabeth bennett and mr darcy
favorite: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and camille l'espanaye
december
most popular: bonnie bennett (personal) and juno usher (other blog)
favorite: hanna marin
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tag people you’d like to get to know better
I would like to know everyone better because I am insatiable but. I shall attempt to keep it to a minimum. ty for the tag the barbie to my ken @tortoisebore
three ships: wolfstar, naturally. currently obsessed with buddie (9-1-1) and will always be a percabeth truther
first ship: in terms of fictional content definitely everlark, THG were the first books I ever read in English and I was OBSESSED! and still am as they deserve
last song: by the throat - chvrches
last movie: I have yet to see barbenheimer bcs I was on holiday... but I watched "Champions" on the plane home and it was cute
currently reading: I'm reading like seventy things at the same time as always but books-wise: The Secret History by Donna Tartt / The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune / Close to Home by Michael Magee. in terms of fic: Blinding Lights by introvertedhufflepuff / Pas de Deux in the Upper West Side by wilteddaisy (taotu) & I'm re-reading the Wolfstar POV's of Best Friend's Brother by bizarrestars
currently watching: I haven't watched any TV in a while bcs of my holiday but I'm looking forward to watching the new seasons of Good Omens and The Witcher, and I'm also starting Ted Lasso soon ....
last thing i wrote: "It was adorable, frankly, and so Remus leaned over and smacked a kiss on Sirius’s temple in jest, quietly smug, and then kissed him again when Sirius huffed once more, and again and again until Sirius finally relented, pushing at Remus’s jaw to get him to move back, muttering something about okay, okay, fine, you win, forgiven, carry on with another roll of his eyes, that smile finally peeking through."
currently writing: finally reunited with my laptop so I'll be resuming work on ITCOAC chapter 5 and my other WIP (tentatively coined TMAYL) (the fluffy club one shot) and I'm SO excited to be back in action
tagging @saintlupin @itsjamespotter @froginapartyhat @yoqri <3
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There is enough interest in The Hunger Games book club (reading books related to THG, not the series itself) for me to justify putting it together. Question for those interested in participating, please vote for your preferred site to host discussions about the books/get updates/whatever
#thg book club#the hunger games#everlark#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#coriolanus snow#lucy gray baird
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tagged by @eddiediaaz love you!
Three ships: everlark, malina, peraltiago
First ever ship: aravis and cor/shasta
Last song: S.H.E.A. by RBD
Last film: Society of the Snow (for like the 100th time)
Currently reading: Society of the Snow, Notes from a Dead House, The Night Circus (fun, homework, book club)
Currently watching: abott elementary and the good doctor
Currently consuming: doritos and revolcones
Currently craving: coca cola
tagging @claytonsdani @kitnjon @moonlayl @bloodcrimsonrain
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With it Peeta peeta and Peeta I see where it's easy to dislike him. The Everlark fandom I left. And frankly have no intention on rejoining. It's all some lovers movie or show or other books and it's everlarked. Whatever happened to liking something just for what it is? No it's all everlarked.... I'm like great now I have zero intrest in even getting into that just because it's everlarked.
You're right. It is ALL everlark. THG fandom is now synonymous with the Everlark ship, and I hate it. It's not a fandom, it's a ship wank-club. To the current "fans" THG series IS everlark, and that's why this fandom is such a shit fandom.
I'm in a fandom to appreciate the story and everything contained in it, and to engage with other fans over the things I and they like. None of that happens here.
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9 People You'd Like To Get To Know Better
I was tagged by the lovely @lonelyspectator12! Thank you so very much!!!!! 💜
List 3 ships you like: Sparky (Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard, SGA), Garcy (Lucy Preston/Garcia Flynn, Timeless), Everlark (Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, The Hunger Games). Bonus honorary mention to my current obsession - Tedbecca (Rebecca Welton/Ted Lasso, Ted Lasso).
First ship ever: Han/Leia, Star Wars
Last song you heard: Red, Right Hand by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Last film you watched: In the theater, Barbie. On TV, Fiddler On The Roof
Currently reading: Tedbecca fanfic
Currently watching: American football. The Patriots got their asses kicked playing in Germany this morning.
Currently consuming: Just had some popcorn
Currently craving: Chocolate. I wish I'd had some Goobers (chocolate covered peanuts) to put into the popcorn. Such a yummy combination.
Favorite childhood book: Um, this is embarrassing to admit, but I don't have one. I was never much of a reader. My mom did try. Had me subscribed in a book club and everything. Just never took. So I guess I'll say my math textbooks. 🤣
I'll tag @krisrussel @norbertsmom @districtunrest @patientlibrarian @titanicnerd-blog @nevada-b-1780 @magnificentcowboypeanutpaper @stargatelov3r @hawthornhedge
Only if you feel like it, naturally, and anyone else who wants to play please do so! Please don't feel bad if I didn't remember to tag you. My brain is moth balls today. Well, most days.
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The Everlark Book Club would like to nominate the following fics to @everlarkficbackfriday as part of the Fic Back Friday community challenge:
The Long Way Home by dustwriter
Canon compliant. Rated T. Multi-chapter (complete).
An expanded option to the Mockingjay epilogue that takes Katniss across Panem to get Peeta back home.
The Gladiator & The Arrow by @mega-aulover
Historical AU. Rated E. Multi-chapter (complete).
AU Everlark Historical Ancient Rome set in the first year of Emperor Hadrian's reign. Katniss is running away from her Step-Father Senator Coriolanus. He has gained power in the Senate, and she fears for safety. Her only hope the Germanian newly freed Gladiator Peeta. Will they risk it all for freedom at the height of the Empire's power? Will they be caught, or will they die in a blaze of glory?
One Night by @bookgirl318
Modern AU. Rated T. Multi-chapter (complete).
One night four years ago changed Katniss' life forever. One secret she has kept since then. Now that Peeta Mellark is back in District Twelve, the truth will have to come out. Will it bring them together, or tear them apart?
The Tigers Come at Night by @shesasurvivor
Canon divergent. Rated E. Multi-chapter (WIP).
Forced into prostitution in the Capitol, Katniss and Peeta find a way to seek refuge in the only people who understand: each other. But when they begin to sleep together for comfort in the supposed safety of their own homes, an unplanned occurrence makes the third Quarter Quell more difficult than it already is. Catching Fire AU. WARNING: Forced prostitution, non-con sexual situations.
Dr Hot Buns, MD by @littleevilisa
Modern AU. Rated M. Multi-chapter (WIP).
At Panem Memorial Hospital, overachieving Katniss Everdeen and charming Peeta Mellark compete to be the best cardiothoracic surgeon of the country.
*****
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Cupid’s Arrow-1
Boxer! Lee Know x fem! Reader
2k words, Romance, College AU(Imperium Universe-4)
Songs: Tiger Inside- Super M
A/N : Y’all heard right. Part-1. Tumblr deleted the draft i was working on here, leaving me only with the first half of the fic that I wrote on Docs. I'm so sorry for the delay @delicatewerewolfsoul I'll make sure to get that posted asap 🥺💕 This fic can be read individually, of course. :) Do let me know what y’all think about this story!! ONTO THE FIC. - Elliana
Imperium Universe: Jisung || Seungmin ||Lee Know || Chan
“Who the everloving heck are you?!” You yell, hands banging roughly against the surface of the table. Assorted shushes and glares were instantly directed towards you, the closest being the admonishing stare of Mark Lee, your best friend.
“You do realize we are in a library?” He hissed, a mess of dark brown hair swinging over his brow as he shook his head at you. You rolled your eyes at him, only turning your attention back to the source of your annoyance- your laptop screen.
“This is the 13th ask I’ve received about the same M in this semester.” You retorted, albeit quieter than your initial outburst. Mark’s brows furrowed, lips pouting in a frown as he absentmindedly turned over a page of his book. “How do you even know it’s the same M? It could very well be one person sending the same ask 13 times.”
“You were the genius who put together the one-ask per account rule in the first place!” You threw your arms up in exasperation, the volume control still proving to be a bit of a struggle. “Besides, they’re all worded really differently, look-” You turned your laptop to face Mark, who leaned forward to scan the words on your screen.
A sleek red website sat open in an incognito tab, punctuated with assorted dove-grey boxes full of questions and curiosities, the sidebar flashing a pretty name- Lovelorn Secretkeeper(LLS). Your best friend chuckled as he read the questions on the site. “People have it bad for this dude.”
“I know! They even say the exact same thing, that he’s too out of their league to even try, but he’s too handsome and talented,” punctuating handsome and talented with exaggerated hand movements, “to not try- What do they expect me to tell them!?”
As cliche as it sounded, Lovelorn Secretkeeper was your university’s anonymous love-guru and wine aunt, meting out advice about crushes and heartbreak solutions like over-the-counter pills. People caught wind of it days after the website mysteriously popped up on the informal forums, impossible to trace altogether. Tens of questions poured in by the day, all questions from lovelorn souls asking for the help of the elusive apparition running the site.
If only Everlark University knew that LLS was run by not one, but two apparitions- both of whom were currently puzzling over the identity of a certain M who had turned up on their list of secrets once too often.
“How difficult do you think it would be to find out who M is?” Mark mused, pushing the laptop back towards you. “I mean, you know he’s a dancer and he’s handsome, so why don’t you, I don’t know,” a nonchalant shrug moving his shoulders, “ask the girls you know, I guess? I’m sure word gets around fast if he’s as hot as these questions scream he is.”
The cogs in your head began to turn, albeit rather unwillingly. You weren’t the most social person despite being aware of status quos your university’s student functioned on- was this Dora-the-explorer-esque expedition to find the elusive M absolutely necessary?
No, it wasn’t, you realized, but your own curiosity wouldn’t be satisfied until you found out who it was that had managed to enamour these many people all while looking evidently unavailable.
“Yeah, I’ll probably do that.”
//
“Hey! Y/N, Right?” A pretty girl sidled up to you on the other side of the bar, her fingers slightly awkward around the glass she was cleaning. New to the trade, you thought belatedly as you smiled politely and nodded at her.
Imperium Bar was just beginning to fill up with students and teacher’s assistants, ready to celebrate the end of yet another week with some cheap alcohol and good times. It was barely halfway through the semester but people inevitably ended up drowning in work- such was the life of a normal student in university, always busy and bustling with full checklists-
“You’re looking for Minho, I heard.” she grinned setting down one glass and picking up the other.
“Yes, I am.” You responded lightly, your eyes still grazing over the slowly filling booths and tables from the corner of the counter you were sitting at.
“He is pretty handsome, really good in the ring. You have a good eye.”
By ring, you could only assume that the new bartender of Imperium meant the stage. You’d spent the past week asking around for a possibly new admit to Everlark who happened to be a dancer and unattainably handsome. To your surprise, your search was cut short in the matter of days when Yeji, a junior in your class pointed you to Lee Felix from her class who knew a Lee Minho. Lee Minho, a transfer student from Everlark’s sister university on the other side of the city, with an express acceptance into the dance club Felix was a part of.
“You’ll find him in Imperium on Fridays,” Felix had the sweetest disposition, a warm smile on his face as he divulged information about his seemingly old friend with great ease. “You should drop by if you want to see him!”
Your better judgement yelled at you to forget the chase- you knew his full name, it was just the matter of a social media stalk before you found out what you needed to know for your 13( now 16) askers. However, you found yourself pulling on a dark hoodie and slipping into the bar on Friday evening, shivering slightly from the cool breeze. You were just curious, you were sure. Just curious.
“Felix! Over here!” The bartender raised an arm in greeting to somebody behind you and moments later, Felix’s dark mane of hair made its way into your line of sight. His eyes were slight crescents on his face as he smiled, the sunny amiability prompting a smile to creep over your face as well.
“Hello, Felix.”
“Sorry for making you wait!” Felix pulled you into a quick hug, before cocking his head towards the back of the bar. “Let’s go, he’s already down there.”
An eyebrow raised in curiosity, you dragged your eyes between Felix and the bartender as you hopped off the stool. “Down...where?”
Felix’s eyes widened, the bartender letting out a gasp of surprise. “Uh…” Your new friend’s voice trailed off in uncertainty, wide and beseeching eyes immediately darting towards the bartender for help. “Oops.”
“Your access should really be revoked, you troublemaking gremlin.” The bartender accused, tossing her dishcloth at him and reaching over to smack him across the head before turning to you.
“There’s been a misunderstanding, Y/N. Junior moron here-” waving indistinctly in Felix’s direction, “is talking about the cellars. Minho works part time here, so he’s usually getting into the stocks in the cellar downstairs. Felix forgot about the rule stating that patrons can’t-”
“At least try to lie convincingly.” You cut through her tirade, a choked laugh from Felix punctuating her surprised silence. Possibly not the most polite thing to say, in hindsight, but her attempts to cover up whatever was going on in the cellar was just getting difficult to hear. You smiled quietly, eyes dragging between Felix’s eyes, alive with mirth to the bartender’s, flat with suspicion.
“It’s not illegal, is it?” You let the question slip loud enough for the two of them to hear. The bartender nodded the exact moment Felix shook his head. A giggle bubbled up your throat at the instant glance of betrayal that passed between the two of them.
“I’ll keep silent about this if the two of you will.” You grinned, shrugging slightly as you pushed the strap of your bag further up your shoulder. Felix let another crow of laughter, twining his arm with yours as he steered you towards the dark back door of Imperium, waving off the bartender’s expasterated shouts to be careful, for fuck’s sake-
“You seem like such a cool person,” Felix giggled as you followed his lead, making your way past the tables and groups of people and back into the cool air outside. . “I was a little intimidated by you at first but you’re actually really cool.” You laughed aloud as Felix knocked thrice on a door next to the bar’s back door in a neat pattern.
“Good to know you think so, junior.”
Just then, the door swung open to a set of stairs and a wave of noise much louder than what you were used to.
“Welcome to the real Imperium.”grinned Felix.
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You did not think this was where you’d be spending your Friday night- in the basement of a bar with higher ceilings than you thought was possible, the roar of voices settling you more firmly into reality than anything else you’re ever experienced.
The second you and Felix reached the bottom of the stairs, you could see the crowd gathered around the center of the space, the flood lights pointed towards whatever was going on in the middle. There were sparse groups of people scattered throughout, a makeshift bar and couches spread haphazardly around one side while the windows at the top of the walls were left open for some semblance of ventilation. Despite the number of people in the underground space, it didn’t feel… suffocating.
“Do you mind blood or gore?”
Your eyes narrowed; what even was this place? “No.”
Before you could question it, Felix was pulling you towards the crowd and into it, easily slipping between the spaces towards the attraction in the center. You allowed him to lead you, as you had the entire night, until the two of you re-emerged at the edge of the-
The ring.
It looked very much like a boxing ring, but on the same floor level as the audience. Inside were two guys circling each other, breath heaving in puffs of smoke against the chilled air through gritted teeth. They were both dressed in contrasting red and blue, their clenched fists enclosed in hand-wraps. The two guys slipped in and out of the stark shadows that the criss-cross of the floodlights created until one of them caught your eye-
Lee Minho. You didn’t need the yelled introduction Felix was giving you because there was no other way to describe that other than unattainably handsome. Suddenly, the 18 askers in LLS made sense- of course, of fucking course this face seemed impossible to match up to.
You watched in bated curiosity, your eyes scanning him and his opponent- and Minho made the first move. The crowd dissolved into roars of encouragement as he went in for a clean right hook, his movements smooth and feline-fluid. He was confident, you realized as you watched him dodge and block and strike with an almost bored, practiced ease. No, he was good at looking confident. The set of his jaw was nothing but confident, his teeth bared in a snarl of fake amusement as he lunged at his opponent, the fight dissolving into a tangle of arms and legs rolling against the concrete floor.
“He’s one of the best this season.” Felix yelled over the din of the crowd, but your eyes were still trained on the match. “You don’t say.” You shouted back, catching yet another glimmer of amusement light up your companion’s face before turning your attention back to the fight.
Yes, he truly seemed like the best- your breath caught in your throat at Minho’s unhesitant, almost instinctual manner of moving, already on the other side of his opponent before he could even throw a swing. His poor opponent was almost effortlessly pummeled to the ground soon after, a grin of triumph pulling up his lips and the nasty looking bruise high on his cheekbone as he was announced the winner.
His eyes scanned the exultant crowd, catching on yours for a split second before moving away-
You let out a long breath as he hopped out of the ring and into the dark of the surroundings. So it was him.
This was the M your askers were going on and on about-
For the first time, you were in agreement with them.
Lee Minho truly did seem unattainable.
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Taglist/Interested Parties 🥴: @aliceu @decembermoonskz @rebecca-noona @skzctnightnight @fylithia @illicit-roses @cotccotc @straykidsownmysoul @soya-zz @stellarmonsterr @seraplantery @jl-micasea \\ @inkidz @starryktown @districtninewriters @stayhavens
Do let me know what you think! - Elliana
#stray kids#skz lee know#stray kids imagines#skz scenarios#skz fluff#stray kids fluff#stray kids au#skz lino#lee know#lee minho#skz x reader#minho x reader#man I'm so sad about this#ellaskz#Imperium Universe#cupid's arrow lino
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Here are some of my observations/theories and thoughts.
Parallels:
Back to the Future Parallels (post one - general/time parallels, post two - characters parallels, post three - the electricity and lightning)
Back to the Future 3, the Forever Clock & Coke theory
IT (1990)/Stranger Things Parallels (a HUGE post)
IT(1990)/Stranger Things parallels (more info in reblogs to that post)
IT (1990)/Stranger Things parallel (Dragon-related)
IT(1990)/Stranger Things parallel (The Losers' Club/The OG party)
Hawkins/Derry Public Library parallel
The Wheelers and The Creels: are they connected or not?
The reason Will and Barbara being taken into the Upside Down by the demogorgon is their feelings? (Will/Barbara parallels & Mike/Steve/Nancy/El parallels)
Byler/Everlark parallels
Jopper/Byler parallels + one more Jopper/Byler parallel
Harry Potter parallel ( @paladin-n-cleric post + mine)
Lord of the Rings/Stranger Things parallels
Mike & Max/Steve & Lucas s2/s4 parallel
Mike & Max dynamics appreciation post
Mike & Hopper s3/s4 parallel (“growing, changing” + music parallel)
Hopper/Mike s4 parallels
Theories:
Role of the library & books foreshadowing in Stranger Things
The teaser of Starcourt Mall foreshadows seasons 3 & 4: the library, clock, The Creels & The Wheelers references
Why I think Argyle knows about Byler or Grid theory
Mike and the weather manipulations (Mike has powers theory)
Water references in Stranger Things (based on Back to the Future references)
DUSTIN KNOWS ABOUT MIKE'S FEELINGS TOWARD WILL
Why I think Dustin definitely knows about Byler and is more than okay with it + Dart=arrow (Dart theory)
The theory that Dustin, Lucas and El are okay with Mike loving Will (Dart, New Coke and Pineapple pizza theory)
Nintendo theory (Erica & Dustin will take Murray’s place in s5)
Matching watches in ST + Time manipulation theory (featuring awesome @madwheelerz )
Mushroom and spores theory + Mushrooms in Lucas's room during his talk with Mike in s1
Chornobyl theory
Shoe = prison metaphor in S4
Did Mike write a letter for WIll with ”love, Mike”?
Max's letter to Billy & Running Up the Hill are Byler-coded?
Interesting notices:
Karen Wheeler, Alice Creel & stairs
The russian code + The Wheelers & The Creels
Mike, St. Michael, Hopper and a sword
Argyle & Jonathan talking about wheels after Rink-o-Mania + more wheels (and reels) in s4
The swingset & spaceship near the Creel’s house/The shed scene (@howtobecomeadragon + mine)
Birthday references in s4 while Will’s is forgotten (@ghostgirlinsatin + mine)
Dragons, swards and dinosaurs (@will80sbyers , @howtobecomeadragon + mine)
Erica, DnD & Byler (Hopper’s monologue in s3)
You’re telling me Lovers’ Lake and Castle Byers are THAT close to each other?
Poor William
Yuriy foreshadows MIleven breakup?
Mike might be Vecnad during s4? ( @madwheelerz ‘s theory)
Clothes:
Max’s rainbow sleeves & Byler
Argyle’s rainbow socks and Michael
Eddie’s Mike-wearing-GAP joke
Music:
Character’s Official Spotify playlists
Music on the background IS important
The last songs of Will’s, Mike’s, El’s, Nancy’s and Jonathan’s playlists and their messages (@thatgaymood)
Should I Stay Or Should I Go is a Byler song?
You’re the heart + Being Different = Smalltown Boy
Mike’s playlist:
Hand On The Gun
You Spin Me Round ( @allisunlight ‘s post)
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Happy Birthday, jbsaucy!
Happy belated Birthday, @jbsaucy! We hope you had a wonderful day back on the 16th, and that you celebrated in style! To bring your party back around, the lovely @mega-aulover has written a story just for you!
For this year, I am recently divorced and trying to get the nerve up to get out there. So I would like to request a 30/40s Everlark, post divorced meeting
Jbsaucy
Dear Jbsaucy I hope you had a wonderful birthday. I apologize for the lateness, and I hope you had a wonderful day. This prompt BTW was amazing and I had a great time writing it. It was a blast. Thank you to Norbertsmom for Betaing
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Title: OFF THE MARKET
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Divorce sucks. SUCKS.
Getting divorced sucks, being divorced sucked.
But nothing, not the tedious nature of dividing unwanted movies, the fear of root canals, or getting a speeding ticket, compared to dating. Dating, ladies and gentlemen, after being married for ten years sucked royally.
ROYALLY!
After my divorce, my attorney suggested I get a hobby or join a club. I really wasn’t a social person. Not much of a talker, and avoided any and all spotlights. It was this fear of the spotlight that originally brought me in contact to my now ex-husband, Darius.
My best friend Gale pushed me to do one of those karaoke nights. I panicked and ran straight into Darius. He thought I was cute, and I was grateful he went up with me to the karaoke microphone. He sang and I laughed. The rest is history; the marriage only lasted ten years. But I knew we weren’t right for one another, partially because Darius was a very sexual person, for me sex wasn’t important. I got more enjoyment out of getting my teeth cleaned. He found someone who revved his engine and I got the fica and dates.
Yup Dates.
How did that happen you ask?
Well, I’ll tell you I followed my divorce attorney’s suggestion. Preface-OUTSIDE OF A COURTROOM NEVER EVER FOLLOW YOUR DIVORCE ATTORNEY’S ADVICE.
With that warning sign, I digress. Taking a deep breath, I pinch the bridge of my nose. Wait for it... I joined a book club.
It was the only natural course of action. After our divorce I got all of the books. You see one of the things Darius and I loved to do was go to bookstores. We’d buy all of these books with the intention of reading them, and we never did. We had bookshelves filled with books from the 100 Must-Read Classic Books by Penguin. So after my divorce, I sat in my newly minted apartment with a box of wine and all of these books.
I was looking at the boxes, my divorce papers jutting out. Amongst them there was a note - with the name of a book club, the real 451 book club, with an address. I called them the Squad 451 or the Squad. The women were a hodgepodge of personalities; the right blend of sweet and crazy. There is Mags, the motherly type. She has boatloads of grandchildren. Then there is her neighbor Greasy Sae who runs a diner in town. I used to go to her diner as a kid and consume her mystery meat soups. The older woman is bawdy and half of the things she says makes me blush redder than a red bean. Next is Annie, a shy, slightly mad girl who is a librarian. Delly has the personality of the southern bell who wears pink and believes in romance. I’ve known of Delly forever; she and I went to the same high school.
Foxface, has one of those names with multiple consonants and vowels but prefers to go by Foxy or Foxface. She is freakishly smart and sometimes, I think she has blackmarket dealings because she’s so secretive. Then there is Effie, the middle aged, tightly wound woman whose book choices are as repressed as she is, like Jane Eyre. And last, but not least, is my divorce lawyer, yes the very same one who suggested I get a hobby, Johanna Mason who is, well, a sex fiend.
I started meeting up with them, and six months after my divorce, that’s when the ladies conspired against me and set up my profile on one of those dating websites looking for men, for me. I had no idea, and on my birthday, they presented me with their “gift.”
It was the gift you didn’t want, like a pimple on your wedding day or the runs before an important interview, or bad breath before a first kiss.
Greasy said that if I didn’t use my, well, feminine - looks around - petals. That they’ll dry up and turn into ugly petunias. I announced sex wasn’t important, and even friged Effie said a lady needed to literally, figuratively, and metaphorically, occassionally let her hair down.
I said NO.
I demanded.
I scowled.
Nothing helped.
They created a profile based upon themselves, and yet through describing themselves they pegged me. I was nurturing. I had a sexy edge. I was introverted, and yet mysterious. I was smart, honest, loyal and a closet romantic. But if you tell anyone that, I’ll hunt you down, even after I’m dead.
They split me up like a kid of divorced parents being schlepped from one house to the other. They set themselves up in teams and each team got to pick my dates. And everytime we met for a book club meeting, I was to dutifully report on the date. Based upon their success, a second date would be permitted.
It was a simple proposition.
I was naive. A stupid idiot, or as Bugs Bunny say’s, a maroon.
Because I hadn’t really ever been out there.
To be honest, I met Darius right out of high school, at my first college party, and we were married - okay it wasn’t a big wedding. It really wasn’t a wedding at all. It was a spur of the moment, we got drunk and ended up at one of those Elvis chapel impersonators. Annnnd bada-bing.
I never really dated, so I agreed with the book club’s plan, because how hard could dating be?
And thus began my nightmare.
I must state, or emphatically note, not all of my “dates,” were catastrophically bad. To be fair, most of the time I wasn’t interested. Delly said I wasn’t romantically pulled. Johnna said my engine wasn’t revved up. Greasy said if the man didn’t make me want to orgasam with a look, then he wasn’t worth my time. I posed this question to the universe: How in blazing blue inferno does a man make a woman...well you know, with a look? Was that even possible?
A hazy yellow fuzz enters my head and my mind wanders. I conjure up blue eyes and translucent lashes that never tangle.
Sigh.
…. (my brain just short circuited at the thought of large hands)
Earth to Katniss.
Okay sorry, I spaced out for a little bit, and their words spurred me on to continue my journey. And one year after my divorcce I had stories, no I have battle scars. To prove my point, the following are my top three worst dates. In no particular order.
Date Disaster # 1 was with an artsy type at a chique Italian restaurant. He arrived late, and was drunk, high, or both. Then fell asleep on his plate of bolognese. Yup, in his plate of spaghetti and meat sauce. I paid for my half, tucked my tail between my legs and left.
Date Disaster #2 was with a small man with glasses and a massive intellect who didn’t stop talking about flamingos. FLAMING PINK FLAMINGOS. My brain shut down. I didn’t hear the music in the jazz themed restaurant. I didn’t even taste the heat in the gumbo. The only factoid I remembered when we said goodnight was that flamingos were gray when they were born. I couldn’t even tell you how they became pink. The man was the human form of anesthesia for my soul.
Date Disaster #3 was a nice man. We laughed. And everything was going well. We ordered drinks, a cranberry and soda for me, the bartender special for him while we waited for our table. Turns out he has a milk allergy and the bartender special had milk. When we sat down at the table and we were talking about our hobbies, his stomach began to grumble loudly. He became pasty and then as the waiter brought out our appetizers, he threw up all over the place. It was a good thing that throwing up didn't bother me, but it bothered our waiter who gagged. Needless to say, I burned the outfit I was wearing.
Those were the top three...but there were more, just simmering to become the top one. And for a time I thought I wasn’t made to date. But the ladies had faith and they were really trying to choose nice, interesting guys. However, nothing, nothing that I could ever imagine could top my latest date.
I’m rushing along the sidewalk. I don’t want to be late, but at the same time, I don’t want to tell them how much of a calamity my latest date was, but to be completely honest, I don’t want to miss it. Tonight is also the night the group meets at Mellark’s. The friendly cafe style bakery with its rich and yummy pastries, both savory and sweet. It is my favorite place to meet. Squad 451 meets twice a month in different locations, including one of the two meeting rooms in the library, one of the community rooms in the Justice Building, and on our birthdays, we meet in a restaurant, but the bakery on Main Street is our favorite location. The Mellarks owned several locations. The flagship store was always managed by one of the original family members.
If George Senior, or the middle son Ryan Mellark is at the helm of the bakery, they allow us to cavort in the shop until close. When his older brother George Junior or their Mother Muriel was in charge, we tended to be quiet, relegating our conversations to the books. When Peeta is in charge, there are free cheese buns and chaos.
Please, stomach gods, let Peeta be there. I skipped lunch today because I had a deadline. I also forgot my wallet at home. Thankfully, my license was at the bottom of my backpack. I need food before my stomach eats itself. I am starving when I walk into the bakery. When I see Peeta, I stop. His blue eyes meet mine and my stomach flip flops. He gives me a slow sweet smile, before his eyes slide back to the customer who is ordering.
“Katniss,” Delly squeaks, waving frantically.
Somehow, my feet carry me over to the table and there is a plate of cheese buns and I thank every celestial being in the universe. His buns are heavenly. Sitting down, I take a napkin and snatch one. My mouth waters and my lashes close as I bring the cheese bun to my mouth. The smell of melted cheese, fresh bread, and the hint of dill, assuage my nose, before I bite into one of Peeta’s coveted flaky concoctions. The combination of the oozing cheese, the herbs and the buttery bread elicit a moan from deep within my being. These freaking cheese buns will be the death of me.
“Wow.” Peeta’s voice causes my lashes to fly open.
Peeta is standing near me with a cup of tea; his face and neck splotchy and red.
My mouth is full of delicious food, but I forgot how to chew.
Delly is looking between us. Her pale blue eyes quizzical, like when she’s trying to understand a concept or theme in a book.
“Okay, bitches,” Johanna says, slamming her brief down. “Where’s the rest of the motley crew?”
“Mags and Greasy just arrived,” Delly answers absentmindedly.
“Hey, Peeta, I need a strong black coffee.”
“Sure,” Peeta says, all the while staring at me. I finally remember to chew. “Here Katniss, your tea.”
Taking the paper cup, I can’t help feeling bashful. “Thank you.”
“Peet,” the girl behind the counter calls.
Whenever Peeta is here, the business is brisk. He is charming. He was always charming, even back in high school he was the most popular guy, not only because of his looks, but because he was genuinely nice. I, like all of the other girls, had a mini crush on him.
Looking over his shoulder he says, “I’ll be right back with your coffee, Jo.”
Now Jo is looking between him and me, but hers is a wicked grin, like right before she nails a sleazebag who doesn’t want to pay for his children. I quirk an eyebrow, clueless as to what has Johanna showing off her predatory gleam.
“Oh, it’s chilly outside,” Mags says.
“It’s colder than Rudolph’s balls outside,” Greasy says, her gruff voice is booming. Several patrons look at her. Greasy does not care. She’s well past her sixties and it’s her motto that she should live each day as if it was her last.
In walks Effie, Annie, and Foxface, and they all say, “Hello,” in unison.
The book of the month is actually a YA fiction called, The Fault in Our Stars, about teens with a terminal illness. I cried when Gus...I tear up once more...at the memory. But I know we aren’t going to discuss Hazel’s predicament with her parents.
“So,” Delly says, bouncing in her chair.
I can’t help but grimace.
“How did it go?” Foxface says. She has an accent, but I can’t place it.
“He looked like he belonged on one of those erotic books Johanna loves to read,” Greasy says, grabbing a cheese bun.
She’s not wrong. Gloss was a blond adonis, with slate blue eyes. And abs that have a flipping twelve pack, I ought to know, I counted them. The words are out of my mouth before I am aware of what I am saying. “He really does with a twelve pack,” I say drinking my tea.
“Did you say twelve pack?” Johanna sat up.
My eyes widen.
“Wait, why are you blushing Katniss?” Foxface narrows her eyes.
“Did you and he…” Annie trails off. Her doe eyes are wide.
“Did you have your first sleepover?” Effie leaned in.
“Or did you dry hump him like a horny-toad dog?” Greasy’s voice bounces in the bakery.
Peeta’s pauses , wiping down the counter and looks directly at me.
“NO!” My voice sounds half strangled.
Jo and Delly exchange a look. “Peeta,” Delly calls him over.
Oh, no, no, no, I say to myself, eyeing how quickly I can get from the back corner to the exit. It is one thing to tell the squad, it is another to have Peeta know. I think I can sprint around the chairs and clear the table near the door like an olympic hurdle jumper.
Peet walks over. “Hey Dells, can I get you ladies anything?”
“Katniss was going to regale us with her latest date,” Delly says.
“She’s going to tell us how she knows her date has Thor’s body.”
“You’re dating?” Peeta asks, looking at me intently.
He doesn’t know I am dating or rather, being raked through hot coals.
“Oh,” Foxface chortles. “She’s dating.”
“Remember the guy who was texting with his mother during the entire date,” Effie said.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Mags saids grinning.
“Only the part when he had Katniss talk to her, and it turned out she was psychoanalyzing her to make sure she wasn’t an ax murderer,” Annie said laughing.
“Or what about the guy who kept on mentioning his ex and cried through the crème brûlée,” Greasy slaps her knee, laughing.
I can’t help but laugh.
“Man, those are pretty bad,” Peeta says.
I hold up my finger. “No, those are tame.”
“Tame?” His blue eyes are sparkling. “You mean there are worse dates?”
Delly snorts. “Oh there are worse. I am so glad I am out of the dating pool.”
“Yeah, Gale just loves you,” Annie sighs.
Delly and Gale met when I joined the book club. And while I floundered, they fell in love and now Delly was pregnant.
My eyes shift to Annie. “It’s so much easier when you fall in love.”
“Oh?” I say.
“I met someone,” Annie says softly. “He wants to meet all of us.”
I wonder what type of guy would date quiet, shy, introverted Annie who sometimes says things that remind me of that song from those Freddy movies from the 80’s. I shake my head. Then I narrow my eyes. “Bring him to the next session,” I hear myself say. I want to meet this man, and make sure he will take care of my friend.
“Really.” Annie clasps her hands.
I nod, but I notice Peeta is looking at me with this strange gleam in his eyes. “Ah...yeah.” My voice sounds breathy. I frown, wondering why the heck I sound like one of those girls. You know the ones that always appear in the music videos washing cars and dancing on super yachts. Darius was fascinated by those girls, heck, his new girlfriend looks like one of those girls.
The women are chatting with Annie about the new guy in her life.
“We'll discuss Annie’s beau later,” Mags holds her hand in the air. “I want to hear about Katniss’ date.” Her white hair spills over her shoulder as she fixes me with a look. “So tell us, how do you know Thor has a twelve pack?”
Somehow or another I knew the scrutiny on Annie would be short lived. My time to shine would come, but when I open my mouth to speak I can see a conspiratorial glance between Mags and Annie. And it hits me that they chose this man, because he looked like Thor. I scowl at the women who set me up on this one. Mags and Annie both have a pink tinge to their faces. I would have expected this from Jo or Greasy, but Mags and Annie, well it’s INCONCEIVABLE!
I begin to speak. “He asked me to meet him at the edge of town, near route twelve.”
“Isn't that where Ripper’s place is?” Effie questioned, and she couldn’t hide her revulsion.
“Yup,” I said, popping the ‘P’, thinking of the bar that disguised itself as an eatery. It was a seedy diner with cracked linoleum floors, yellowing formica, booths that had patches, blinking lights, and rickety chairs.
“That’s where he asked you to meet him?” Mag’s sounds outraged. “That place is…is-”
“- a bedhaven for unsavory characters,” Foxface finishes.
“You're brainless,” Jo mutters darkly. "Ripper's isn't the type of place you can go to Katniss. You should have called me."
As protective as I am about my friends, so is Jo. She's tough on the outside but has a really soft center. It's what makes her a perfect shark in the courtroom. Not that Darius was a jerk during our divorce. He actually wasn't. Johanna was present at the restaurant where he announced he wanted a divorce. Johanna later said it was my face, the vulnerability I tried to hide was why she took my divorce pro-bono.
“I drove and brought my bottle of mace.” I know what everyone was thinking. The area in town where Ripper’s is located at, made the bad side of town look like a tourist destination. I didn't mind meeting my date there. I was looking forward to a basket of fries. Ripper's had amazing beer-battered fries.
I've been to Ripper's once. I was with Gale and Thom who needed to score fake IDs. I ordered the fries, since I wasn't there for an ill gotten identification. But let me tell you, those fries. Oh! Holy mother of fries, no other fries can compare.
Shivers!
I love food; it's why I'm a food critic now. What's so funny is that it was those fries that began my career as Buttercup, the elusive food critic. Back then I was Buttercup, the fussy eater. I blogged about them, no, I lavished them with love. I love my job. I can go into any restaurant, order anything on the menu, blog about it and get paid handsomely. And, most importantly, I can do it anonymously. Not even Darius knew I was Buttercup. He thought I was a boring housewife. Getting back to the fries, I wasn’t deterred from getting my fries.
“So then what happened?” Annie asked.
“He was there waiting for me. He stood up and smiled. And he's massive-"
"Just like a book cover," Foxface mutters.
"He said his name wasn't Anthony, it’s Gloss.”
“Gloss?” Everyone said at the same time.
“Yup.” I sighed. “It was a sign. I should've left." Damn those fries!
“So Gloss…" Peeta's sparkling eyes are on mine, his are an amazing hue of blue, like the indigo milk cap mushrooms. "Looks like Thor." He frowns. "Thor with the long hair or short?"
"Long." The women around me answered as one.
Peeta turned those gorgeous eyes back to me.
Thor isn’t my cup of tea. I shrugged to show my indifference. "Gloss was sporting the Ragnarok look, short hair with facial hair."
I swear I watch Peeta mouth, "short hair."
"Anyway, we sat at a booth. It was packed, actually." That should've been clue number two. Men at a joint like Ripper's at 8:30 on a Friday night, it was by the highway, plausible. But packed with just as many women. "The waitress who took our drink order could barely hear me."
"Was he nice?" Annie asks.
"He was sweet." Truthfully Gloss was a sweet guy. He talked about his mother in a positive way, even if she gave him the name that was another descriptor for shiny objects. "He was attentive too. He told me his mother worked in the makeup industry. "
"That doesn't sound too awful," Delly says.
"He sounds delightful." Mags pushes her reading glasses up the bridge of her nose. The gang is getting tired of the story and I hope they will move on to the reason we are gathered, discussing the book we were reading. I begin to reach into my backpack because I really hate purses.
"If he's so delightful, why did he ask you to meet him at Ripper's?" Johanna says in her cross examination voice.
I wince as I take out my book.
"Yes, you must explain." Foxface demands.
"It's not nice to leave us dangling." Effie levels a look at me that has me squirming, feeling like I was being summoned into the principal's office.
"I wanna know how you know Gloss has a twelve pack," Greasy says.
Peeta looks at me expectantly.
Anndddd were back. I sigh. Will he run for the hills when I tell him? Most likely.
"We were talking about dancing.” My voice loses all it’s warmth. “I don't dance."
This causes a rumble of laughter and giggles amongst the women. Peeta looks confused. Finally Delly wipes the tears from her face and gasps, “You should never dance. Ever!”
"That poor man’s toes,” Mags says, her shoulders shaking.
“Do I need to know?” Peeta looks between them.
“I don’t dance!” I growl. The group erupts into another bout of laughter.
“It was a scheme, a dirty underhanded scheme,” Effie says.
The guy I was supposed to date was a dance instructor. He used the dating app as a way to drum up business. When the women meet him, he pairs them with guys who were there for a lesson. He paired me with a poor man named Harry. My nerves got the better of me, because I don’t like to be touched. Harry’s hands were sweaty. Harry tried to dip me as per my date’s instructions. I tripped, and in the process his toes were crushed, and I ended up with a sprained ankle.
When I arrived in crutches to the next book club, well, that was one of those dates that simmers at the surface vying to be in the top three.
“Gloss didn’t believe me. He said anyone can dance. I told him no, and explained that there are people who are predisposed to fly in airplanes, and some who get motion sickness in a car. “
“What happened next?” Foxface asks, moving to the edge of her chair.
“He went to the jukebox.”
“Oh no,” Johanna mutters. “Did he end up in the hospital?”
“Is that how you know he’s got a twelve pack?” Greasy questions. The ladies, and Peeta are all staring at me.
I shake my head. Why couldn’t there be a rush of customers right now? It is calm and I know the odds are against me.
“Spill it!” Johanna demands.
“Well, he queued up a song and waited a beat, and then Lenny’s Kravits’ American Woman started blaring. Gloss started sauntering and spun and did the splits on the floor. Next thing I know, the women in the place go nuts. They surround him, like a rabid pack of wild dogs.”
“Wait, what!” Delly exclaims her pale eyes bright, she grips the book in her hand.
“That doesn’t happen,” Peeta says.
“It does to her,” Foxface said, her eyes shining with ferocity, like the eyes of those women at Rippers.
“Shut it blondie,” Johanna orders.
“Yeah,” Annie says.
Taking a deep breath I continue. “He started dancing...hips…” my brain flashing to his hips gyrating. “...jutting out and…”
“Ohhhhh yeah,” Greasy cackles.
“Gyrating, his hips gyrating,” Foxface gasps.
With eyes closed I nod. “His hips were doing that all over the place. He then jumped on the table and proceeded to rip off his shirt. He shouted my name and told me his next move was his favorite. He spun onto his knees and slid up in my face before dropping his drawers.” I lower my eyes.
“What,” Delly squeaked. “His pants?”
“It’s like Magic Mike,” Mags whispers.
I know the movie Mag’s is referring to. I’ve never seen it. “Yes.”
“Was he naked-” Foxface began.
“-or was he wearing-” Annie cut Foxface off only to be cut off herself.
“A G-String!” Greasy shouted excited.
I shook my head no. He wasn’t wearing anything, I can feel the heat burning my ears.
“Well don’t stop! What happened next!” Even Effie has lost her sense of propriety.
“As I looked for an escape. It’s then I noticed the poster on the wall, for the Slag Heap.” I pause and sigh, “Men’s Magic Friday Night Extravaganza, and Gloss was the headliner. I realized he’s a stripper.”
And the place erupts in laughter.
“What did you do?” Peeta asks.
My eyes connect with his.
“I slunk down to the floor and crawled my way out...drove to the hospital and made my sister administer a tetanus shot.”
“Can I have his number?” Johanna says laughing but her eyes are dead serious.
Peeta is smiling at me and I grab a cheese bun because they are as delicious as the man staring at me.
Eventually we do get to the book, and it’s a pretty good discussion. Peeta let us stay until closing. Mags and Greasy are the last of the ladies to leave. It’s just me and Peeta since he let the staff go home. I’m loitering because I feel like I need to explain to Peeta why I let the ladies talk me into dating.
I’m putting up the chairs on the tables when Peeta comes out.
“You’re still here?”
“Yeah.” I look down at my feet.
“Katniss.”
“Peeta.” We both say at the same time, followed by a nervous chuckle.
“You first,” Peeta insists, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Dating wasn’t my idea.”
“It wasn't?” He raised an eyebrow.
I shake my head.
“So what happened?”
“The ladies, they got me a year long subscription for my birthday, and knowing I wouldn’t go through with it, they choose who I date...until I find someone,” I can feel the heat rising from my neck and reaching my cheeks, “I like.”
“Really?”
I nod, incapable of speaking. I cannot stop watching the way he blinks, those darned translucent lashes that never tangle.
“Dating is pretty brutal.”
“Yeah,” I snort because dating is horrible.
“My family is constantly setting me up. I went out with a girl who sang through the entire meal. She chose the pasta and sang On Top of Spaghetti.”
“What?” I laugh.
“That was my dad’s doing. My mom’s choice was a lot scarier. She made me do an obstacle course and made me do it three times until I beat the time she wanted me to reach.”
“Wow.”
“I was dressed in dress slacks, a nice shirt, and a tie.” He deadpans, “I even had on dress shoes.”
“I am so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he shrugs.
I couldn't help but smile.
“Dating sucks until you find someone who makes you laugh, someone who makes dancing easy.”
He approaches or maybe it’s my own feet that carry me to him. But it doesn’t matter because when his arm slides along my waist, and the other cradles my hand, I have no fears. There is something familiar with him as I dance with him. A slow shuffle, that has the room spinning but none of it matters because I feel at home.
“Will you dance with me Katniss?” His voice rumbles in my ear and my heart is pounding in my chest.
His scent is a warm heady mixture of spices, dill, vanilla, and cinnamon.
“Would you go out with me Katniss?”
“Yes,” I answer, and just like that my dating profile goes up in flames. Ladies and gentlemen, I am officially off the market.
#everlark#everlark fanfiction#everlarkbirthdaydrabbles#everlarkbirthdaygifts#fan fic#by mega-aulover
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Tagged by @thelettersfromnoone 🫶
LAST SONG:
CURRENTLY WATCHING: Girls5Eva
THREE SHIPS: Everlark, Valarney, and lately Katvinia (Katniss/Lavinia) has been eating at me.
FAVORITE COLOR: Turquoise <<moodboard
CURRENTLY READING: Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy for THG book club. I'm afraid right now my other read is more work-related. Beyond Behaviors by Mona Delahooke.
CURRENTLY CONSUMING: Had toast with butter and a chocolate protein shake for breakfast.
FIRST SHIP: Sabrina x Harvey on Sabrina the Teenage Witch
PLACE OF BIRTH: California
CURRENT LOCATION: California
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single.
LAST MOVIE: Everything Everywhere All At Once
CURRENTLY WORKING ON: 😭 Roses and Pearls, these final hours, Katniss Gets Kisses, a lover's desire is mutiny, plus the yet-to-be-published one-shot of Regency Everlark and the to-be-published-next-year Everlark fic The Huntress and the Beast.
Tagging: @moonlightredfern @safeinpeetasarms @soulluvs2read @lavenderbehindherear @starrrbakerrr
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Me on a whim: maybe I’ll got looking for some everlark one shots. It’s been a while since I dipped into the fanfic pool.
Next thing I know: I spent all morning reading The Bet.
What a story!! Absolutely adored it!! Should have been reading my book club book since I have to finish that by tonight but I couldn’t tear myself away from your writing!! Worth it. I don’t normally read other ships but definitely gonna make an exception for the challenge now haha.
Omg, haha. Wow! Thank you so much! I feel bad you didn’t finish your book club book (maybe you still can! Lol) but I’m so happy and flattered that you enjoyed the story so much. I hope you like The Challenge, too! ☺️
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