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You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces. What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”

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Prompt List 33. I missed something didn't I ? Please☺️

He rushes into the room, hair messy, cheeks pink from the cold air outside.

“I missed something, didn’t I?” he asks me as he sits next to me.

“You’re safe, Peeta. Mrs.Cartwright hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Good.” He reaches into tthe pocket of his jeans, where he takes a small box that he hands me. “Don’t fret. It’s not an engagement ring.” He says, waiting for me to pick the box.

My hand shakes as I grab it, open the lid, to find a long, thin silver chain. Lifting it, I can see a gray pearl hanging from it.

“I couldn’t resist when I saw it. It’s the color of your eyes.” Peeta tells me before leaning in. His lips are warm and taste like him. I could kiss him forever and a day.

A cough interrupts us, and soon, the bride’s mother is lecturing us about our duties as Best Man and Maid of Honor.

Once we’re out, in our favorite coffee shop, I can’t stop touching my pearl. Like everything coming from Peeta, it’s gorgeous, warm, and totally something I do not deserve.

I lean in, letting the pearl dance between us.

“Good luck finding the matching ring.”

He winks, before he leaves a kiss on the top of my nose.

“Who said I needed finding it?”


True to his words, when he proposes a few months later, the pearl on my ring is the exact same shade as the one on my necklace.



Sorry it took so long, @jroseley … life, you know? Hope you liked it :) unbeta-ed, all mistakes are mine.

  • Fanfiction: *gives me feelings*
  • Me: THIS IS RUDE, RUDE AND UNCALLED FOR. HOW DARE YOU?
  • The next fanfiction: *appears*
  • Me: *clicks on the damn thing because I gotta*

When you’re so obsessed with something like a book or TV show and you love and ship the characters and you love the cast and you know so much about them. Then that feeling when you realise you’re slipping away from the fandom, when you loose interest even though you don’t want to, that feeling after a few months or years looking back in the fandom and missing it because the cast/characters were like your friends and the fandom was amazing and everything about it was great and just wow, you miss it so much.

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Good night,” I whisper to the bow in my hand and feel it go still. I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

I can’t,” he says.

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List of Favourite OTP’s; (3⁄4) Literature couples ≡ peeta & katniss (the hunger games)

You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces. What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”