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Biggest Fan - Chapter 2

Way back in February, @peetabreadgirl had a birthday and her gift was Biggest Fan – Canadian!Peeta and Texan!Katniss meet in the Marvel fandom and then have a real-life meet-up in Québec City. You can find the first chapter of this story on this blog. We’ve decided to stretch her birthday fun for five months and offer you this latest chapter. Enjoy!! Banner by @xerxia31


When the morning sun finally begins to glow behind his eyelids, Peeta is contentedly floating on a cloud of sheer comfort. The bed feels exactly right beneath him, his pillow cradles his head perfectly and Katniss is snuggled firmly against him, her head pillowed on his shoulder.

Never has a bed been so inviting.

He’s not sure when she migrated from her side of the bed to his, but he can’t say he’s sorry to start the day with her in his arms, her soft, steady exhales painting a warm trail on his pectoral muscles under his t-shirt. His senses are full of her; the sweet fragrance of her hair, the weight of her arm across his belly, her feet tangled in his. He leans down just enough to place a kiss on the crown of her head and is rewarded with a sigh from Katniss.

She stretches like a cat against him as her body comes to life. “Time is it?” she mutters.

“I’m not sure, about eight? Practically mid-day for a baker.”

The sound of his voice seems to bring her back to herself more quickly. Her grey eyes widen and a pretty flush paints her smooth cheeks as she notices the way they’re practically wrapped around each other, and the fact that they’re both nestled on his side of the bed.

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The Truck

Originally posted by neaarty

Happy, happy birthday to my fellow smutketeer and #queenofdrabbles, @xerxia31​! Here’s a little story laced with angst and smut, liberally sprinkled with f-bombs and topped with a shitty red Corolla. Enjoy your day my lovely friend! I <3 you a whole bunch.

Rated M

The minute I heard the hum of Peeta’s new truck in the driveway, I was unimpressed. It was the first major purchase by either of us since we moved in together a few months ago, and I guess I’d just assumed we’d buy our next vehicle together. After all, both of our college cars are entering into their geriatric years. His Jeep wheezes and gasps up the hill toward our little house. Every bolt in my shitty red Corolla rattles the minute I turn the key.

He was barely out of the driver’s seat before he started going on and on about how useful it’s going to be and how much he’s going to save on Jeep repairs. He showed me the extended cab with the front bench seat and laughed about how I could snuggle up beside him.

I couldn’t enjoy his enthusiasm. I was too upset that he left me out of the decision-making. But since I’m the one to blame for that, I can’t complain.

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Which Path Will You Choose?

Originally posted by bestofjenniferlawrence

Remember those Choose Your Own Adventure books from when you were a kid?  @everlark-your-own-adventure is bringing them back, Everlark style!

Check back here soon for the start of a brand new Everlark fic and you’ll help steer its course. 

We’ll start by writing a drabble-length fic. Followers will have two days to vote on where the story goes next. Our volunteer authors will have five days to write the next part of the story based on your chosen direction. No fic will last more than 10 rounds.  

Wanna play? Just read, like and reblog. Then cast your vote for the next chapter!  

May the Words Be Ever in Your Favour!

Gone Rogue - an Everlark ficlet

Originally posted by melynite

There was a great post last week, about making shitty pots. Challenge accepted ;)

This came out of a completely irreverent discussion with my fellow smutketeers @burkygirl and @peetabreadgirl, and is rated M for coarse language, sexual situations and terrible puns. Reader discretion is advised.


Gone Rogue

“This is pretty slummy, even for here,” Katniss breathed, looking up and down the deserted street. Desolation and neglect were evident in every abandoned storefront, every crumbling façade. But the marquee over the cinema, Sala de cine, had most of its bulbs illuminated.

Peeta nodded, distracted, as he triple checked his phone. He was sure this was the place, trip advisor listed it as the only English movie theatre in the province. “I can’t imagine it’s very popular,” he said, staring at the empty display boards where movie posters should have been, but where only pieces of torn paper remained, faded to unreadability by the relentless sun. “I haven’t heard a single word of English since we stepped off the bus.”

“I hope it’s air conditioned,” she grumbled, and he sighed.

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burkygirl  asked:

Our absolutely amazing pal and fellow smutketeer @peetabreadgirl has a birthday on February 23rd. @xerxia31 and I were wondering if you'd be willing to accept a submission from us in her honoUr?

Originally posted by freshcravings

Happy Birthday @peetabreadgirl! By special request, Here’s a birthday drabble crafted just for you!


Biggest Fan

AN – Happy Birthday PBG! This is part 1 of 2 because your birthday is too special to cram all into one day!

Mesdames et messieurs, votre attention s’il vous plaît. Les passagers de la vol Air Canada 8637 arrivent à la gare vingt-quatre.

Peeta Mellark bobs up on the balls of his feet, eager to see around the crowd of tired commuters coming in on the flight from Montreal to Quebec city. Just a few more minutes and he’ll finally lay eyes on the infamous KatsEye, the best beta in the Avengers fandom.

And his best friend. Possibly the love of his life, but hey, he figures he probably should lay eyes on her in real life before he declares his undying devotion.

The crowd is thinning a bit now as the business crowd moves toward the airport doors, a sea of suits and muttered French. He checks his phone. Her text had said she was near the back of the plane. Surely she’ll be out soon.

Kat<3: I’m wearing an orange sweater.

When he looks up again, he sees her coming through the gate. Her aviator glasses are perched on her head and her hair is tied up in a side braid that spills over her shoulder onto the gorgeous coral sweater she’s wearing. It causes her olive skin to glow even though he can tell she’s not wearing a stitch of makeup.

His artistic sensibilities practically giggle at the idea that she’d consider the shade to be orange. It’s softer, more muted; kind of like a sunset at the end of a sultry summer’s day.

Regardless, it’s his new favourite colour.

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No, You!

It’s a little unconventional, but @peetabreadgirl and I wanted to both submit an ask for our dear friend and fellow #smutketeer @burkygirl, who is celebrating a very special birthday on August 5th, and answer that ask ourselves with this smutty little canon ficlet we co-wrote. We used this prompt. Rated M.

Happy birthday Burky!

Originally posted by gurl

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Everlark Advent: Day 25, For Unto Us (Epilogue)

Merry Christmas Everlarkers. Today we conclude For Unto Us. You can find the first four parts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.

For Unto Us, Epilogue

Rated T



Epilogue - 1 year later.

“No, it’s okay Rye,” I sigh into the phone, shaking my head in exasperation, but he doesn’t see it. “I keep telling you, everything is under control. You don’t need to bring anything but yourself and your family.” I can’t help but chuckle. “I’ll see you this afternoon,” I tell my brother before we disconnect the call.

I make my way over to the tree in the corner of the room, surrounded by gaily-wrapped packages. With a grin, I snap the lights on. Shiny tinsel garlands reflect the multicoloured beams, like a thousand tiny disco balls, scattering light over the boughs of greenery and stockings that adorn the mantel.

The tree is small, modest, and there are no antique blown glass balls decorating it this year. The reason for that enters the room, held aloft in her mother’s arms. “Dada!” Hope calls as she sees me, arms windmilling excitedly. Katniss laughs and sets her gently down on tiny feet. Hope wobbles just a few moments before falling onto her bottom with a soft thud, then crawling rapid-fire to me, babbling the whole way.

She squeals when I pick her up, laughing gutturally as I blow raspberries on her flushed cheeks before cradling her against my chest. She snuggles into me, her soft, black hair tickling my chin, and we both sigh contentedly.

Hope is definitely a Daddy’s girl.

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peetabreadgirl  asked:

Pet name!! I want the pet name prompt!

You know, I totally didn’t post that prompt list looking for requests, but I can never say no to my fellow #smutketeer who lets me play in her sandbox with all of her shiny toys… so just for you @peetabreadgirl



“I need to choose a pet name for you. Any ideas?” Peeta snickered at his girlfriend’s reaction to his question, an all too familiar scowl sliding into place across her gorgeous features. He knew all-too-well how much she hated nicknames. But teasing Katniss Everdeen had been his favourite pastime since high school.

“I need a pet name just about as much as you need a kick in the ass, Peeta,” she grunted, rolling away from him. It was a quiet Sunday morning and they’d been basking in post-orgasmic bliss before his impudent question. But he just laughed, reaching for her again, pulling her into the warmth of his arms. She melted into his embrace. He was a master at pushing her buttons in every way, and she could seldom manage to be angry or upset with him for more than a moment.

“Just think about it,” he murmured into her hair as his fingers traced designs along the curve of her spine. “It was cute when Rye called Leevy ‘Sweetpea’ last night.”

“It wasn’t cute,” she groaned. “It was excruciating.” They’d met Peeta’s brother’s new girlfriend the previous evening, and Peeta had been enchanted by how lovey-dovey they were with each other. Katniss, however, had just been uncomfortable with the blatant PDA.

“Clove calls Cato, ‘Loverboy’…”

“In your dreams,” she snickered.

“Sweetheart?”

“No.”

“Darling?”

“No, Peeta. Stop.”

“I heard Aunt Effie calling Haymitch ‘Sugar Lips’,” he laughed.

“No… wait, what? Really?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, and she joined in. Effie and their crusty old neighbour Haymitch. Who’d have guessed? “How about ‘Muffin’?”

“I knew you’d get around to the bakery puns eventually,” she groaned. “No.”

“Finnick calls Annie ‘Babycakes’…”

“I’d rip off your balls and feed them to you,” she grumbled. He shook with laughter, squeezing her more tightly, and she couldn’t resist joining in.

As their mirth faded away he kissed her softly, a promise of more. “I love you,” he sighed, and she smiled. “But there is one thing I’d really like to call you, Katniss,” he said, eyes twinkling. She rolled her own eyes, but then her breath caught as she watched him pull from beneath his pillow a small black velvet box.

“Peeta?” she whispered.

“I’d really like to call you ‘wife’,” he breathed. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as he slid a simple diamond solitaire onto her slender finger, then kissed her tenderly.

She sighed her reply against his lips. “I’ll allow it.”