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Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (11)

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Created: November 20th, 2023

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A Touch of the Fingertips-melchimaus (ao3) Summary: A little romance on a cold evening.

Dumpster Dive-thesweetnessofspring (ao3) Summary: Peeta throws out a semester's worth of art only to find his friend Delly's new roommate saved one of them from the dumpster.

Here-sweetlovegone (ao3) Summary: "I wake to a crash. Where Peeta's warm body should be beside me, breathing steadily in the light of dawn, there is a cold empty space." Katniss comforts Peeta on one of his bad days. Post MJ, pre-epilogue.

I'm so tired, Katniss-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: Growing back together through a series of naps

just close your eyes, the sun is going down-rosaeles (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark touches the skin in a way that is near reverent, as if she’s something to be worshipped. As if he’s a cartographer, mapping her out for the first time - the valley between her breasts, the faded meandering scars on her hands, the soft plane of her stomach. Katniss wonders if he can feel the coils forming inside her too. or, a place for me to put all my silly little thg drabbles based on requests and prompts!

Night Shift-Naty_Mu (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen has been working in the psychiatric hospital for only three weeks when the suspect of the most gruesome murders in the history of the city of Panem is brought in for a psychiatric evaluation. When she discovers that it is Peeta Mellark, the kind-hearted boy with whom she went to school for fourteen years, her interest in the case spikes. Written for PIP, Day One: Red. Inspired in Eminem's song "3 am."

Second Chances-annieoakley1 (ao3) Summary: Dr. Peeta Mellark dreamed of one day running into his high school girlfriend and maybe paving the road to reconciliation with the one who got away. But he never imagined it happening like this. Everlark, modern day AU. Oneshot.

Study Date-everlarktoast (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta are keeping their relationship hidden from their conservative parents, but what happens when Mr. Everdeen finds them kissing during an innocent study date? A fluffy, cute, funny and a lil bit sexy ever lark drabble

Surprise!-melchimaus (ao3) Summary: Nothing ever goes as planned. Written for the 2018 Everlark fic exchange, based on peetaspikelets prompt: "I wish that ball had hit you in the face!"

Tangled-melchimaus (ao3) Summary: Katniss helps a stranger off the roof, and ends up questioning her entire life.

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Extended Office Hours

Author: @hutchhitched

  Prompt 22: Student/Professor. Katniss is stressing out about an assignment and decides to go and talk to Professor Mellark about it, as he’s always been understanding and patient in class. However things turn awkward when Katniss stumbles upon him in his office after hours watching porn on his laptop. Is it deliberate, maybe he needed to relieve some stress or did his brother/friend send him a link to something that he shouldn’t have opened?? It’s up to you writer :) [submitted by @peetaspikelets]

  Rating: M

  Summary: Peeta Mellark, an English PhD student, teaches at Panem Community College. Seeking help from her professor, Katniss Everdeen visits his office just when Peeta opens an email that probably should have been read at home.

“Remember, your essay is due next Monday. I’ll be in my office during office hours, and feel free to swing by other times if you’re near the building,” Professor Mellark announced as the class packed up their notebooks and paper drafts.

  “Will you be there?”

  Peeta tried not to laugh as Katniss, one of his better students, rolled her eyes and shoved her stuff into her bag. Cashmere was easily the most irritating girl in the class and clearly not very bright if she’d just asked that question.

  No, of course I won’t be there. That’s why I told you to stop by.

  He cleared his throat and studied Cashmere, unable to tell if she was really that vapid and unaware or if she was being coy. Struggling to keep his expression and tone neutral, he confirmed, “I’ll be around a lot this week, yes.”

  Katniss had no intention of swinging by to see her professor during office hours or otherwise. He knew that. He’d overheard her one day as she left the class explaining to a friend that she was “doing fine in the class, thank you very much.” She seemed pretty shy, too, so he doubted he’d ever have the pleasure of seeing her in his office.

  He watched her leave and sighed in frustration when he was finally alone in the room. Disgusted with himself, Peeta sank into a chair and took several deep breaths. He’d never been so attracted to someone—especially not one of his students—and he was both dreading and excited for the end of the semester when he wouldn’t see Katniss again. He’d done everything he knew how to do to control his interest in her, but she was lovely and interesting and peculiar in a really good way. He’d never been that conventional, and Katniss wasn’t either. He needed to not have her as a student anymore—not if he wanted to maintain any sort of professional integrity.

  Not that he’d done anything. He certainly hadn’t. That would be breaking the ethical responsibilities of his job, and Peeta was unquestionably responsible. He always had been—all during childhood and high school. Even through college when he’d turned down an athletic scholarship at Panem State University, so he could stay close to home and help out at the family bakery. He’d attended his parents’ alma mater and worked the opening shift at Mellark’s every day until he graduated and broke the news he was going away to graduate school. He’d put his own dreams on hold for long enough, and it was time for him to leave the small town where he’d been raised.

  By the time he was 27, he’d landed a job as an adjunct professor at Panem Community College as he finished his degree and become a full-fledged PhD. It was only his second semester when Katniss Everdeen walked into his classroom and made his heart skip a few beats. She was reticent and quiet, but her papers showed depth and insight that made him want to call her into his office and juice her brain until he knew everything about her.

  For the most part, he was able to control himself, but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit to having a few fantasies about her. He didn’t watch porn that often, but when he did, he tended toward ones with dark-haired students who frequented office hours. And if he couldn’t find one he liked, he allowed himself to imagine for a few minutes…

  Peeta shook himself and packed up his papers, folders, and pens. He wasn’t going to give into a lewd fantasy about one of his students in a classroom where anyone could walk in and see his arousal.

  Maybe it would be easier to deal with the situation if he hadn’t, in a moment of weakness, confided in his friend and colleague, Finnick Odair, another young professor whose philosophy classes filled up seconds after registration opened. Dr. Odair’s popularity with the female student body was legendary, and Peeta didn’t mind that his own status had increased from the fall to the spring. His schedule for the next fall was already almost full, and early registration had been running for only a few days.

  He entered his office and flung his bag on the floor at his feet. As he powered up his desktop, he shuffled a stack of essays he needed to grade for the next day’s class in hopes of finding his reading glasses. He answered a few emails and then turned his attention to the papers. Losing himself in his work, he didn’t look up until a chime indicated he’d received a new email.

  “What does Finnick have to say now?” he mused as he bit the cap of his pen. He clicked on the attachment and blinked at the screen when a half-naked woman in a short plaid skirt who looked exactly like the student he couldn’t get off his mind spread her legs and leaned back on her elbows on a wooden desk. Fascinated, he watched a clothed blonde man cross to her and caress her legs.

  “You know your homework scores are much too low,” the man reprimanded.

  The Katniss look-alike blinked rapidly and arched her back so her exposed breasts jutted upward. “I’m so sorry, professor. I’ve been a very naughty girl, but I simply cannot fail anatomy. Can’t I do something to make up my grade?”

  “I might be able to offer some extra credit. If you’re willing to help me study a specimen.”

  Peeta’s mouth dropped open as the man flipped up the girl’s skirt and spread her lips. He alternated fingering her hard and licking his fingers. The action repeated several times with the girl begging him in breathy moans to make her cum like the bad girl she was. The camera cut to a close shot of the girl’s pussy, and Peeta sucked in his breath at the moisture seeping from her. It was so wrong to watch this, but it was so, so, so hot to see someone who looked so much like Katniss building to a climax.

  His eyes were riveted on the screen when the man shed his pants and rubbed his cock between the girl’s legs. Peeta shifted in his seat and adjusted himself as the male porn star entered his make-believe student. They fucked for a while before he directed her onto her knees and the pace quickened.

  For a fleeting moment, Peeta’s thoughts flickered to the cracked door and the possibility of being overheard. However, it was late and the last week before finals. Campus was practically deserted, and he was almost always alone in the building by himself by this time in the evening.

  The brunette begged to be fucked on the computer screen in ever-increasing decibels when Peeta finally slipped his hand into his own pants. He groaned at the sensation and pumped himself in rhythm with the two on his screen. He bit his lower lip as he jacked off. There was something weirdly freeing about doing something so private in a public building, and that only made him more determined to—

  “Professor Mellark?”

  “Oh, fuck,” Peeta hissed at the sound his name in a feminine voice. He tucked himself back into his pants and slapped at the keyboard to mute his computer while calling out, “Just a second! Let me just finish this—”

  The door swung open, and Katniss stood there, her brow furrowed in concern. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

  “No! No, you’re fine,” he yelped and frantically refastened his belt below his desk. He wiped his palm on the side of his pants before motioning for her to enter and take a seat in a chair facing his desk. “Sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was out there. I was, uh… Yeah, anyway. What can I do for you, Katniss?”

  She clearly didn’t believe him—probably because his face flamed in what must have been the brightest shade of red known to man—but he refused to acknowledge what he’d been doing. She shifted back and forth on her feet a few times, and he willed himself to think of really, really unsexy things to help deflate his erection. Thank fuck for the desk. Otherwise, his favorite student would have gotten an eyeful of his junk in a very inappropriate way.

  Katniss glanced over her shoulder and finally stepped into the room and crossed to a chair. She stared down at him for a few seconds before sinking down and perching herself on the edge of the seat. She looked like she would flee at any moment, and Peeta yearned to make her comfortable.

  “Are you having trouble with the final essay?” he coaxed when she remained silent. Her gray eyes penetrated him and made him squirm. It was as if she could see inside him where he hid his past hurts, imposter syndrome, and insecurities.

  “I thought I heard you talking to someone.”

  He flushed again and waved away her concern. “No, no, no. I was listening to a podcast. You didn’t interrupt a thing.”

  “If you’re sure…”

  “I’m sure, Katniss. Absolutely positive,” he assured her in a rush. “It’s a pleasure to have you here in my office. I-I mean, so glad you’re seeking me out. For help. With the paper. Or whatever.”

  Peeta’s face flamed, both for his unintended sexual innuendo and his inability to hide his nervousness. He’d allowed himself one too many fantasies of her alone with him in his office and working out something that had nothing to do with academics. One too many times speculating about the feel of her smooth olive skin under his hands, the sounds she’d make, how good she’d feel, how being with someone like her would make him feel whole, how building a life with her would fulfill all his dreams. He was a complete wreck.

  Katniss reached down and pulled a stack of papers out of her bag and thrust them at him. She twisted her hands as he flipped through the pile and spoke only when he stopped to look at her.

  “I’m trying to get into Panem State next year, and I need a recommendation letter. I don’t really know too many faculty here—non-traditional student and all that—so I didn’t know who to ask, but I’ve really enjoyed your class, and you did say you could help with anything we needed.”

  Peeta leaned back in his chair and smiled at her. “Of course, I’ll write a letter for you! I’m happy to help.”

  “Really?”

  He nodded as she twisted her braid around her palm and tugged on it nervously. “Absolutely. I just need a little more information.”

  “L-like what?”

  He flashed a grin at her in an attempt to ease her anxiety, but he wasn’t sure it worked. She still looked like she wanted to sprint from the room at any second.

  “I didn’t realize you were a non-traditional student. Can you tell me a little bit more about your story? I’d like to reference your circumstances in the letter.”

  “It’s not much of a story,” she mumbled.

  “Everybody has a story, Katniss.”

  “I guess that’s true,” she grudgingly admitted and then smiled softly. “My father died when I was in middle school, and my mom took it hard. She was practically catatonic for most of high school, so I raised my younger sister and worked odd jobs until I was old enough to get real employment. When I graduated, I took on as much work as I could until she went away to school. Then I decided it was time to get a degree, so I’m here.”

  “How much younger is your sister?”

  “Four years.”

  “So, that makes you…24?”

  “Yeah, although I look like I’m 16.”

  Peeta chuckled at her wry assessment. “You look lov— I mean, I just hadn’t realized how similar we are in age. I’m 28, and I’m sure at any second everyone is going to realize I don’t really belong here. Professors are supposed to be old and gray, not bumbling around like the twenty-something I am.”

  “You’re a great teacher,” Katniss said softly. “I’ve never been good with words, but in your class…”

  “Well, that’s a wonderful compliment. Make sure to put it on the teacher evaluation at the end of the semester.”

  “Oh, I-I will.”

  “I’m teasing, Katniss. No coercion here.”

  “No, but I mean, you really are a great teacher. Normally, I’m not a very verbal person. I’d rather do things than talk, but you make me want to do both.”

  The double entendre hung in the air between them, and neither spoke or broke eye contact. Peeta wasn’t sure if she’d meant to hint at something other than his teaching, but the flush on her face indicated she realized what she’d said.

  He jumped at the sharp rap on his door and glanced up to see Finnick grinning at him. “Peeta, my friend, want to grab a beer? Oh, I didn’t realize you had company.”

  “I was just leaving,” Katniss blurted and jumped to her feet. “Thanks for writing the letter for me, Professor Mellark. See you next week at the final.”

  “No problem, Katniss. I’ll have it for you then. And keep working on your essay. I’m sure you’ll do well. You always do.”

  Katniss slipped through the door, and Finnick perched on the edge of the desk. His eyes sparkled as he observed his friend.

  “Katniss, huh?” he mused. “Is that—? That’s the girl you told me about? The one who makes you want to throw your career to the wind and do her on the classroom floor?”

  “Shut up, Finn.”

  “But that’s her?”

  “Yes, it’s her! And thanks for the email earlier. I just happened to open it right before she knocked on my door. Talk about awkward.”

  “What email?”

  Peeta turned his computer screen so Finnick could see it and brought up the link. When he clicked it, Finnick guffawed. “She’s the spitting image.”

  “I know. Thanks for sending porn to my work email, asshole.”

  Finnick laughed and slapped Peeta’s shoulder. “I must have copied the wrong link. That was supposed to be an invite to the end of the semester party at my house next week.”

  “Well, that makes more sense.”

  “Come on. I need a drink after grading that last set of essays, and my wife’s out of town.”

  “Give me a second.”

  “What could possibly be more important than drinking alcohol with me?”

  Peeta grinned at his friend and answered, “I’m forwarding that email to my personal account. No sense letting good porn go to waste.”

[badnovels]

[papofglencoe]

8, 50, 53 😊😊😘

I’ve gotta know these answers for you too! (Although I have an inkling about 8.). Thank you for sending me this, C! 😘

8. Favorite trope to write.

The evil side of me says enemies-to-lovers, and then the good side says friends-to-lovers. Very angel/devil. lol. And the penultimate is friends-to-enemies-to-lovers (which a couple of my WIPs I haven’t continued past the first chapter were destined to be, hopefully will be as originals).50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

It had to be the thong POV for Bullseye. 53. What does writing mean to you?

It’s what I want to do... it’s the monkey on my back. Professionally, I’ve sort of flitted from one thing to another, and what I’d love is a little time every day without feeling fatigued and achy to sit down and write. I have a vexed relationship with what I DO write, but it makes me feel satisfied in a way no other job has. And that seems significant. 

[hutchhitched]

Story: Kissing Booth 💋 4, 11, 15. I chose this as it was the first story of yours I read and it’s still one of my favourites. Also I just checked your AO3 account. You’ve got 80 Everlark stories under your belt. Omg! I bow down to you.

Hey! Thanks so much for the ask. How are ya? I feel like it’s been forever.

Thanks for loving Kissing Booth. It’s one of my favorites too–mostly because I remember being very nervous about posting it and thinking it wouldn’t get a lot of attention, but @burlesonspride made a fantastic banner, and I distinctly remember her telling me she thought it would be big. She was right (as she often was/is). It’s my most popular fic on tumblr, and it’s held it’s own on AO3 too. I’m very grateful people like(d) it. I was pleasantly surprised by the reception.

As for the 80 Everlark stories, I am oooooold on here. I just keep writing, but I remember being scared as crap to post my first Everlark story. I was a RPF writer before, and I had a lot of encouragement to take the leap.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? I have two for this one: 1)  “The high school I attended raised money by having three teachers kiss a pig. I put a bunch of money in the can for my favorite female teacher. I wanted to see her pucker her lips, and she laid one on that pig. Every one of my friends wanted to be swine that day.” (This is actually based on my life. I had to kiss a pig when I taught high school. I found out later it was because I had a lot of students with crushes.)2)  “It’s cold outside tonight. I could use a hot meal and a beer. I could use company more.” (Because really… Peeta is adorable.)

11: What do you like best about this fic?I wrote this story into the wee hours of the morning when I was snowed in at a friend’s house in Kansas City. I had some time off from school and I was on my way back to Houston when a blizzard hit, and I couldn’t leave. We holed up in his apartment for a while before and he, his boyfriend, and I walked through major snowdrifts to get to a little Italian restuarant a few blocks away for lunch. I have really good memories associated with writing this, but I also think it was my best written story up to that point. It just kind of flowed out of me, and I felt like I created a mood when in the fic itself, especially the snow falling outside with the fire in the fireplace and them cuddled up in bed together.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?Follow your muse. Take chances. Trust your opinion. Don’t overwrite. Don’t force dialogue. Let the work speak for itself.

Fanfic author question meme 

[andthisisthewonder]

Omg I met Bob Morley today 😍 He is absolutely amazing and so sweet. I could have talked to him for hours. I don’t know why I was so nervous lol

Yay! I’m so happy you had a wonderful experience! He really is the best. Did you get a hug though??? AND WAS IT PERFECT?

[lifeisshiny]

keeta-everlark replied to your post “Wiggle Room”

gah that was so cute!

Thank you, dear friend! And also thank you to @am2c, @sunsetsrmydreams, @justajjfan, @peetaspikelets!

[javistgs-ficlibrary]

Swim instructor Katniss spends most of her time teaching bratty kids how to swim. After a bad day and one private lesson to go, she thinks she’s in for more hell. However, her new student, a sweet and shy man may be the sun in brightening her day.

by @peetaspikelets

[caitlynlynch]

peetaspikelets replied to your photo “A good premise utterly botched by terrible writing. Human trafficking...”

Omg, your review made me laugh. This sounds terrible. I'll be staying away

Stay very, very far away. The author has apparently written several books in the series. This one was first published in 2010, as I discovered, when I thought the constant references to the hero’s BlackBerry a bit strange and checked it out. It looks like she is doing new covers and going for a series relaunch.

The thing is, when you relaunch a series, you really should take into account the criticisms that were levelled at your books the FIRST time around and maybe do a round of edits first.

[badnovels]

Hey Jessa! I hope things are going well. Have you ever considered writing any fan fic for the hating game? I've just finished re-reading it and I need more but there's nothing out there 😭😩 I'm not brave enough to attempt it myself lol

I thought about it so many times but I was always too afraid to mess with the perfection of that book. But here’s a little drabble because I was feeling inspired! I hope you like it. 

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The sound of the door opening made my whole body perk up in an absolutely Pavlovian response. After multiple toddler temper tantrums and zero adult contact all day, I was so ready to see my husband that it took everything in me not to rush him like a linebacker.

“Honey, I’m home,” Josh announced in a mocking voice straight out of a 1950’s sitcom. He’d laugh if he knew just how much I looked forward to this moment, and I had no intention of giving him the satisfaction.

“Help,” I said instead. “And quit taking your merry time with your primping ritual.”

I didn’t have to look in the hallway to know he was methodically peeling off his suit jacket and sliding off his immaculately shined shoes before lining them up just so. If there wasn’t a 16-month-old screaming straight into my ear, I’d have heard the tiny clink of cuff-links hitting the silver tray we’d picked up at an antique sale during one of our lazy Sunday drives.

A pre-baby Sunday drive. Not that I missed the days before we had our daughter, but I was really looking forward to the moment when she was old enough to appreciate road trips, because at this current stage, she was a crying machine during long car rides.

“What’d you do to Tilly?” Josh asked with raised eyebrows, rounding the corner in his trouser socked feet. 

If I weren’t so tired, I’d be offended that he only sounded halfway joking. Instead of arguing, I watched as he knelt in front of us and held out his arms. The small hellion in my arms promptly leaped from me to him.

“Other than feed her, play with her, and love her unconditionally?” I shook my head when the tiny traitor immediately quieted when Josh hugged her to his body. “Nothing, really. Our child is the devil, Josh.”

“Lucy…” He gave me a mildly alarmed look and held Tilly tighter, and if I wasn’t mistaken, discreetly checked her arms and legs for pinch marks.

“I was kidding,” I muttered, shamed by his expression.He sat Tilly on the edge of the couch next to me and ducked his head to peer into her tear-stained face. “What’s wrong, pumpkin?” Josh asked in a perfectly reasonable tone, low and logical.

She babbled something back just as seriously, and then it was as if they were in their own little Templeman world where I was merely a visitor. I took it as my cue to leave and stood on exhausted legs, knowing I was being dramatic but unable to contain the flare of emotion after such an especially long day.

Josh’s fingers tangled with mine, making me pause.

“Don’t take it personally, shortcake.” The sympathy in his eyes was enough to make me flee the scene. Then I tottered to the bathroom and sat down hard on the toilet, put my head into my hands, and cried.

When I emerged fifteen minutes later like a particularly haggard butterfly from its cocoon, Josh was coming out of the nursery. His eyes were bright, his hair perfectly coiffed, and the pushed-up sleeves of his starched white shirt revealed his tan forearms. He looked like an ad for a hot dad while I looked like a homeless woman with lanky hair and a shirt stained with toddler throw up.

I stopped in my tracks. “Is she asleep?” I whispered incredulously. “Already?”

He nodded and shut the nursery door very quietly before turning to scrutinize me. “You’re giving me crazy eyes. And your face is all blotchy.”

“Do you know hard I tried to make her go down for a nap today? I’ve begged, bribed, and done everything but a ritualistic sacrifice to do what you did with a few minutes of daddy magic.”

Josh quirked his lips. “You’re worrying me with all this talk of devils and sacrifice, Lucy.”

I turned away, the burst of frustration-infused energy seeping out of my body. “I need to do laundry.”

“Wait a minute,” he said, his voice changing. He reached out a hand but I evaded his grasp, walking quickly toward the laundry room. “Lucy, let’s talk.”

“About what?” I reached for the detergent, which of course was on the top shelf. Josh moved to help me, but I slapped his fingers away and jumped a few times before I grabbed the bottle.

He sighed. “About how miserable you are,” Josh said, matter of fact.

I dropped the detergent on my foot and cursed. “What?”

His arms boxed me against the washing machine, and he leaned down to peer at me much like he had Tilly. “I think…you need to go back to work.”  

I felt like the worst mother in the world when my heart jumped joyfully in my chest at the thought of his suggestion.

“But Tilly- we both agreed I’d stay home with her until she starts school,” I stammered.

“I agreed because you insisted. I’ve wanted to say something for a while now.” His big hands moved to my shoulders and he gave me an even, steady look. “Look me in the eye. Tell me you’re not ready to leave a tiny, Lucy-shaped hole in the wall while you run straight back to your old job.”

“It’s been that obvious?”

“Only because I love you and I’m obsessed with your every thought and feeling.”

“I married a bit of a psycho, huh?” I asked thoughtfully. I laid my head on his chest and felt the weight of the world lift from my body as I accepted the truth of what Josh said. “Does it make me a bad mother? Not wanting to spend every waking moment with Tilly?”

“Of course not.”

“Because I love our daughter, Josh. I’d die for her.”

“Of course you would. Not today though. And stop talking about death and demons and sacrifices.” He rubbed my back in comforting circles. “Your career has always been important to you. And you’re so…social.” The word is tinged with tender disdain. “I always knew it would be a challenge to stay at home all day without a million people to chat with. I’ve worried about you falling madly in love with the mailman in my absence.”

“Fred’s a million years old,” I mumbled into his chest. “And he never wants to talk to me.”

Josh laughed. “Point is, it’s time to make a change. We’ll put Tilly in daycare. Hire a nanny.”

“Daycare. I’m not letting you fall in love with a nanny.”

“Okay,” he agreed, stroking my hair. “We’ll hire Fred’s mom, then.”

“Don’t touch my hair.”

He held me away from him, his expression startled. “Why?”

“It’s greasy. I need to take a shower.”

“Oh.” The relief was palpable in just the one word. “I thought you didn’t want me to touch you.”

“I’m dying for you to touch me.”

Josh’s gaze grew heavy and deliberate as he looked me up and down, and though I was a nasty mess, I felt beautiful under his stare.

“Well c'mon then, sex eyes.”

And then the best husband in the world led me to the shower.

[papofglencoe]

So many stories that shine like gems so it's difficult choosing one lol. I do want to mention Mile High as this was the first story I ever read of yours and introduced me to your awesome writing. You are so good at creating mistaken identity stories. You know how to craft your words in a clever way and then reveal things at the right moment - I remember being blown away with Errata. Lastly I want to mention your story called Hope. It was courageous and really hit a spot in me.

Hey Clare!!

Mile High was the first modern AU I wrote that I set in the real world, and I remember being so fucking terrified as to whether I could pull that off. But while the terror was there, it was also the best time for me in writing Everlark… it was just an uncomplicatedly pure experience and a really cool time in the fandom for me personally. I was so pumped to write it that I remember sitting on the beach, hunched over my phone, hammering out the thoughts that came to me as quickly as my fingers could mash the keypad… I was just really excited to write that story. You couldn’t hold me back. It was the same situation with Errata and Hope. In the latter case, I hustled to write it for D12D because I felt like, in the prompt “toastbabies,” there was a whole range of experiences that weren’t covered by the submissions- as diverse and wonderful as they were- and I dunno… if talking about infertility could make one person feel like she was seen and her experiences understood, then maybe I did something worth doing. It makes me so damn happy to know it hit a note with you.

Sending love your way! I hope you’re keeping warm in your ‘brisk’ winter weather! ;P 

[hutchhitched]

peetaspikelets replied to your post: You have to forgive me for taking so long to write...

Kissing booth is a fave of mine too. Well written and so hot 😉

Bless you, @peetaspikelets! I appreciate that so much. I really do have a special place for that story in my heart.

[hawthornewhisperer]

For a drabble prompt. Would love to see either a threesome with Bellamy, Clarke and Echo OR the story set at a singles party (Clarke and Bellamy are brought to the party by their exes who they're still on good terms with).

I guess it’s threesome night.  Enjoy!

Clarke tipped her chin up and waited for Echo to close the distance.  Echo was taller than her— taller than Bellamy, even— and she bent her head carefully, fitting their lips together while Bellamy watched.

It had been years since Clarke kissed someone who wasn’t Bellamy, and it felt strange at first.  But Echo’s lips were full and her tongue found Clarke’s with ease, and soon Clarke had tangled her hands in Echo’s hair.  She came back to herself and stepped away, nodding to Bellamy.

Echo smiled softly and turned to him next, and Clarke watched as he kissed her.  It should be hard, to see someone she loved that much kissing someone else, but instead it just made her wet.  She could see his jawline from here, see the way his eyes closed as they kissed, and when Echo’s hand went to his cock Clark dropped her own hand between her thighs.

She came once watching Echo kneel in front of him, his cock bulging from her cheeks, and then she knelt beside her and they shared sloppy kisses, licking him up and down before Clarke lost herself in Echo’s soft, pillowy lips.  It was too much, and Clarke slipped her hand down and touched herself until she came again, her face nuzzling the side of Echo’s breast while Echo hollowed her cheeks around Bellamy’s cock.

The last time she came she was on Bellamy’s cock, riding him while watching his tongue flash against Echo’s clit, the other woman’s legs pinned astride his face.  Clarke leaned forward and kissed her as they both came, and their moans send him over the edge too, pulsing hot inside of her.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Oh my god leading suspects is my favorite right now. I read chapter 7 earlier and it was soooo good! I'm really excited to see what you do with it, and I'm totally clueless because I haven't read it's inspiration. But now you've posted another chapter and I may die! How many chapters do you think this will be?

Hey there, @katlady13! I think @peetaspikelets asked me this too, and I never got back to you, so sorry, lady! :-( Right now, I have 14 chapters written, and I think it’ll will end up somewhere around 20-25 chapters. I’ve only been able to knock them out so fast because the ground work is laid and they’re so much shorter than the chapters I usually write. Also, please don’t die. One dead body is enough for this fic, yes?

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peetaspikelets replied to your post “Would anyone be interested in me doing a bellarke fanfic author rec...”

I think trying to recommend new authors is a good idea. There are a lot of small fish in a large pond

Yeah I think this is a good suggestion! Do you (or anyone else) want to recommend your favorite lesser-known bellarke authors?  

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peetaspikelets replied to your post “Fic Rec Days - The Hunger Games”

Grow together was one of the very first fanfiction stories I read. Definitely sucked me in

I think it was one of the first stories for many THG fanfic readers - I’m amazed every time I mention it, how many people say it was the first story they ever read too! :)