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[katnissmellarkkk]

Katniss (or Peeta) is so tired they can't keep their eyes open, but they need to stay awake (for whatever reason). The other one tries to help them out. Bonus points if they get cuddly. ;)

Thank you!

P.S. This prompt is totally based on my experiences the past couple of days, lol.

I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted but this is what came when I started? 😭😭😭 I hope it’s okay.

“Katniss,” Peeta murmurs, a stern edge creeping into his tone. His hand trails beneath my shirt and his cold fingers splay across my stomach, causing me to jump in surprise at the contact.

“Peeta,” I complain, rolling onto my side, making it so my cheek is resting against his legs.

His hand runs up and down my side now, partially caressing me, partially attempting to keep me awake. “You need to stay awake,” he reminds me gently now.

“I’m fine,” I insist, my lids feeling heavier and heavier by the second.

“You fell out of a tree today, my love,” he deadpans and I roll my eyes even though he can’t see it.

“Really? I can’t remember?” I feign, sitting up somewhat begrudgingly and turning once again to face him.

And even though I’m an awful actress and even though that was a thinly disguised joke, he still shoots me a dirty look. “That’s not funny, Katniss.”

“Oh come on.”

“You hit your head really hard,” he still emphasizes and I can’t pretend it isn’t sweet that he’s so concerned for me. Even though it’s that very concern that is holding me back from sleep at the moment.

So instead of telling him I know my name, our district, our entire history, I can see how many fingers he’s holding up, I can walk a straight enough line, I’m well aware that he’s my husband and we toasted two and a half years ago in front of this very hearth, as I did hours ago, I reach out and caress his cheek lightly now.

“I really am fine, sweetheart,” I promise, my eyes softening as he turns and kisses the palm of my hand.

But apparently he’s still going to be difficult. “I’m not going to believe that until your mother confirms it.”

I sigh — intentionally loud — but don’t say anything else. There’s nothing else I really can say. He has a point, I did fall from an old oak today when a branch collapsed beneath my feet. I did hit my head, though I’d say not as hard as he seems to have imagined. And I do have a headache now as proof of the event.

And I know if it were reversed, I’d feel the same way. I’d be just as stubborn and unyielding about Peeta getting checked out, refusing to take his word at face value. Especially with the huge knot I now am sporting on the back of my head.

But my mother lives so far away and even jumping on a train as quickly as she could, it’s still been hours upon hours of waiting for her to arrive and I’m exhausted. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.

Evidently Peeta sees this as well. “Come here,” he whispers abruptly, leading me by hand to climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs now.

My forehead naturally finds his, as my heavy lids fall shut once again. I rest right there for a brief second, just before being caught off-guard once again by my husband. This time with his lips. Pressed against my neck in an open-mouthed kiss.

“Peeta,” I say in a voice I would have found embarrassing years ago. It’s still too high-pitched and reminiscent of a schoolgirl for me to acknowledge in the afterglow. Even when he teases me about it. “Peeta, what are you doing?” I murmur, knowing very well what he’s doing.

Distracting me. In the way he always does. At this point, it’s probably his favorite hobby.

His hand travels down to my pants, opening the button effortlessly. “I thought I’d help keep you awake,” he explains with a sly grin as his mouth moves towards mine, capturing my lips with his own.

I can’t help but laugh against his kiss though. “Sex is the only way you could think of to keep me awake? Really, Peeta?”

“Oh, would you like me to stop?” He challenges, dropping his hands from my hips altogether now.

“No,” I say in a tone that sounds rather offended. I pick up his hands and put them back where they belong, feeling more awake and alert than I have been in the last two hours.

Of course that’s the moment my mother shows up. Her arrival announced by a worried knock on the door and I know our alone time is effectively over.

Peeta somehow finds this funny too, as signified by his smile while zipping up and re-buttoning my pants. Or maybe he’s just smirking at my pout.

He slides out from beneath me, heading towards the door when I run after him, having to make sure he knows we weren’t done. “Later,” I murmur quietly before passing in front of him to greet my mother on the other side of the door.

“If you’re okay,” he stipulates, but I see the same eagerness to his eyes that I know are in mine.

“Later,” I repeat and earn a playful swat on the backside.

“Later,” he agrees before unlocking the door and pulling it open.

And becoming unnaturally formal. “Hello, Mrs. Everdeen. How are you?”

[katnissmellarkkk]

Is Indigo Storm one of your fic universes? I see that you have an Indigo Sky series. I haven't read it yet, but I'm eager to! Marked it for later.

Yeah, back in 2020 the first thing I ever started writing for Hunger Games was a in the point of view of Everlark’s teenage daughter, about her childhood, her relationship with her parents and her falling in love with a boy who’s… connected to someone from their past. Anyways her name is Indigo so I named it Indigo Storm (based on the name of the boy she falls in love with in the fic) but her name is Indigo Sky Everdeen-Mellark so any fic I write with her in it falls into that universe.

Idk if that makes sense 😭😭😭. But I have two oneshots I need to write (in Katniss’ point of view, when Indy is little) before I go back and edit/rewrite the first chapter of Indigo Storm before posting it. 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍.

Thanks for the interest, Mandy! 🤍

[katnissmellarkkk]

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)📷📷

Hi! Thank you for sending this to me 💜

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I’ve got a great heart (lololol I feel arrogant saying that but 🤷🏼‍♀️). I love the people I care for very, very deeply. I’m compassionate and I always try my best to be a good person, for myself and for God 🤍

I’m generally a very happy person 🥰 within reason

I’m artistic in a lot of ways (writing, painting badly, my collages, even my makeup) 🎀

I do not give up easily, on others or on myself 😌. And I’m a hard worker but also fair and know my worth.

I’m a good mix of a realist and an optimist and I feel like I have a good head on my shoulders for seeing things for what they are 🤗

Thanks for sending this again, Mandy 💜

[katnissmellarkkk]

I was reading SIADS, and it's truly about to end me. Ngl. So very good, though! I'll leave you proper comments when I get the chance! <3<3<3

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭🥹 I’m gonna cry yall so sweet 🥹. I look forward to your comments 🥲

[katnissmellarkkk]

I like the new username!

Thank you!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[katnissmellarkkk]

Thank you! *lip tremble* *hugs you* <3

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[katnissmellarkkk]

Omg, the Everlarky pics and gifs you find! Bravo! How do you do it? <3<3<3

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[katnissmellarkkk]

Pretty header! 😍 💕☁️

Thank you 💗

[katnissmellarkkk]

Your header and avatar are so pretty! <3<3

Thank you so much ���💖💖 I never got this message??? My inbox is full and I never even noticed omg 😆😅 I’m so sorry, y’all 😭😭😭😭😭

[katnissmellarkkk]

Your writing is amazing, imo! 💚🧡💚🧡

Awww thank you 🥰🥰🥰

[katnissmellarkkk]

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From a threeshot I’ll hopefully have ready to post soonish 🥰

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“Peeta?” I murmur, still brushing his blonde curls back soothingly. “Do you want to lie down in the sleeper car?”

[katnissmellarkkk]

Hunter Parrish definitely has Rye Mellark energy and looks! I agree! And yes, please fic that scene! 💕

Yesss he’s basically the only one I truly imagine as Peeta’s middle brother 🥰. And yesss, I wanna 😅. I just gotta figure out what to write it into — or perhaps write with the sole purpose of writing that one scene in the climax 😎.

[katnissmellarkkk]

Thanks for the positivity tags love, love! 😘💖

No problem! They were true! 💙♥️🥰