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healing the economy one everlark piece at a time

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Silly quick lil comic about Junior having a nightmare and dad being an excellent sport because I thought the idea would be cute

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I’ve been sitting on these Elemental doodles for like two months so if I don’t share them now it’s never going to happen 😂

Their wholesome lil romance heals me

That first one’s based off one of the credits cards that I personally would hang on my wall if I could

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"Then for the next eleven years, I tried to work up the nerve to talk to you."

“Without success.”

“Without success. So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck.”

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I love this 🥹

Haymitch, angrily: Katniss, come here! why don’t you do what I say??!?! Katniss: oh my god what did I do now??? Effie: he’s not calling you, dear Katniss: ??? Effie: Haymitch calls the most aggressive goose like that Katniss: Haymitch: you should feel honored. [points at one solitary, furious goose] that one’s Johanna. she doesn’t let me approach her and I’m terrified of her to be honest Johanna: what the fuck man

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I didn't know this

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😂😂😂

Peeta Mellark - waxes philosophical about remaining true to himself and finding individuality and personhood within the confines of the arena.

Katniss Everdeen, canonically, like 10 seconds later: This fucker is probably going to eat people.

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Katniss: I’m not in love with Peeta.

Prim: Oh. No. No. Good! Yeah, me neither.

Katniss: Prim, I’m not going to the bakery because he is my ex-fake boyfriend and that would be really uncomfortable. Not because I’m in love with him. I mean, hey, I like Peeta as much as the next guy, you know? Clearly I have feelings for him, but feelings don’t mean love! I mean, do I have loving feelings for Peeta? Yeah! But I have continuing feelings of love, but that doesn’t mean that I’m in love with him. You know? I have sexual feelings for him, but I do love him—oh! Oh my God! Oh my—why didn’t you tell me?!

Prim: We thought you knew!

Katniss: We?!

Prim: Yeah, we all know! We talk about it all the time.

Katniss: You all know? Does Peeta know?

Prim: Oh, no, Peeta doesn’t know anything.

Katniss: I cannot believe you didn’t tell me!

Prim: Well, because we thought you knew! It’s so obvious! God, that would be like telling Haymitch, "Hey, you like to drink."

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Prompt #123 ❤️ CF universe or post-mj gbt phase if you can!! 😉

"fuck you!"

"when?"

She didn't know where to start. She only knew where she wanted it to end. After days and weeks and months of growing and healing and slowly coming back to life, the words to ask Peeta if he wanted it, wanted her again, always stuck in her throat. She wasn't good at asking for things. She wasn't sure if he remembered. They'd only been together once, that last evening before the Quell. The sex was bittersweet and a little uncomfortable, but she'd never felt closer to anyone. She fell asleep in his arms that night, glad they'd experienced it together.

Her certainty their first time had been lovely and memorable faded into uncertainty the longer Peeta went without mentioning it. Frustration simmered beneath the surface. Ready to boil over and burn. The summer wore on, the days long and the nights too humid to sleep more than an hour or two at a time, things came to a head.

She stood at the kitchen sink, furiously scrubbing dirty lunch plates. There wasn't even anything to be angry about. She'd asked Peeta to take care of them while she rested from her morning hunt. He nodded, and she took that as a yes. Instead, he left them to crust over on the counter while she bathed and took a nap.

She's so deep into her hissy fit that had nothing to do with dirty dishes, swearing at the forks and cups, she doesn't hear him enter the kitchen. "And one more thing," she mutters, "Fuck you, Peeta Mellark. I don't need this."

"Excuse me?"

She freezes. Glances over her shoulder. Speak of the devil himself.

Too irritated by the heat and her confusion and frustration, she shrugs. "I said fuck you, Peeta."

He stares, finally throwing his hands up. "When?"

"What?"

"You said fuck you, Katniss. And I asked you when."

Heat creeps up her neck. Her hands shake as she dries them on a dish towel. Where is he going with his? "Do you remember when we?"

He nods.

"You don't remember it happened?" she asks, frowning at him.

"How could I forget? The night before, we went back to the arena."

"So why with the whens?"

He leans against the counter. Shrugs. "I thought maybe it was an invitation. I just want to know when."

He's teasing, she knows that. He's always liked to poke at her, but she's known Peeta long enough to figure out he layers truth in with his jokes. He's waiting for her scowl. For her to stalk off in anger.

Instead, she marches over to him. She sees him tense and back into the refrigerator the closer she gets. That might be alarm in his wide eyes.

"When? That's exactly what I've been wondering," she tells him, unable to repeat the word that doesn't adequately describe what she wants to do with him. She wants him to hold her and love her. Not fuck her.

Peeta figures it out. He's a smart guy. His fair skin reddens. She watches his Adam's apple bob when he swallows, and she wants to press her lips there. Maybe suck on his skin, see if he moans. She can't remember if he did that last time.

"You mean you want---" he's still hesitant.

She doesn't want hesitation. Not when she's so close to being there again, so she nods. "I do. I want you."

He meets her halfway, lifting her easily. Their lips meet in a passionate kiss, and he carries her off to the bedroom they've been sharing for months. They don't leave the house for three days.

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Justin Timberlake Presents: “EVERYTHING I THOUGHT IT WAS”.

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143 for the prompts please xxx

"Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really that oblivious?"

From 150 Random Writing Prompts

A follow-up to this drabble, You've Never Even Touched Yourself?

I should have one more part based on another prompt in my inbox.

"Well, here I am," Katniss said, plopping on the bed next to Peeta without giving herself a heart attack. Not an easy task with the onslaught of nervous excitement. She was grateful Morning Katniss remembered to make the bed before leaving for school. Touseled sheets would have been way too suggestive for kissing him there.

At least, she thought it would be too suggestive. She had to be reading way too much into this. It was just a kiss. Not that big of a deal, right?

Oh god, she was panicking.

"Hi," Peeta said. His eyes met hers, teeth digging into the corner of his mouth, biting back a smile.

Had she ever paid attention to his mouth before today?

"Relax. Make yourself at home," he added, gesturing across her bedroom invitingly.

His dumb jokes broke the tension enough for her to roll her eyes. "You sound like a talk-show host."

He huffed. "Okay, I'll just make myself comfortable if you're not going to play along. You're not making it easy on me, trying to seduce you like I am," he said.

"Peeta---".

Man, she might be uptight, but he was going to kill her saying things like that. Her imagination was way too active.

He took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Kidding. I'm just trying to get you to laugh. You look like Buttercup when he realizes it's time to go to the vet.

"Don't compare me to that cat." Blowing out a breath, she made an effort to relieve the tightness in her chest. "Is it that obvious?"

He nodded. "If you hadn't asked me to kiss you, I'd think this was the last thing you wanted to do."

Her eyes dropped to her feet. My, what ugly socks she was wearing. She definitely wasn't avoiding his gaze. "No. I, I want to," she said.

"Alright." From her peripherals, she sensed him moving closer. "Katniss?"

"Hmmm?"

It happened fast. One moment, he was on his side of the bed, and the next, he was kissing her. Fingertips on her jaw, gently turning her face toward his. Lips pressing against hers, soft and a little dry. She sighed. Her hands needed somewhere to go, so she grasped his shoulder. At one point, she thought he was going to pull away, so she leaned in further, tilting her face so their lips met fully, each parting a little.

When he leaned back again, she carded her fingers through his hair. "Don't stop," she said, kissing him again. She couldn't get enough of him.

"No?"

"Please." Why hadn't they been doing this with each other all along?

Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest, and he sucked in a breath as she moved closer. She couldn't get close enough. Sitting up, she climbed across his lap and lowered herself to sit on his thighs.

"Oh god," he whimpered.

"Sorry?" she paused, embarrassed now, wondering if she read the situation wrong. "I don't really know what I'm doing. We can stop."

Weakly, he laughed, pressing his forehead into her neck. "Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really that oblivious?"

"Uh," she began. It was weird knowing she affected him that way. Him making her feel like this. Wonderful. Enthralled and unafraid. Like someone unlocked her body and set a live wire to her nerves.

"Never mind," he wrapped his arms around her waist.

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