Peeta with a stylist wife! A super sweet stylist wife who was adopted by Effie as a child but she moves into district 12 with peeta, they're all close, Haymitch loves her like a daughter (I ship haymitch and effie) , annie and finnick (hes alive shush) are always round for dinner and they constantly get new baby clothes, it's just some semblance of family and comfort after all that they've all been through
okie just cause i'm delulu i'm gonna create a perfect!world au so just.. gale is with katniss, bad snow is gOnE and the world is okay <3
the dinner table, typically occupied with pre-set dinner settings, has been cleared, save for the four binders, all cracked open with nursery and bedroom designs. peeta leans over the back of your wooden chair, bracing a gentle hand against your sweater-clad shoulder to place a mug on the coaster on your right. "there you go, sweetheart," he seals his offering with a kiss against your chair. "make sure to drink your water too."
"oh she is fine!" effie waves his worries off with freshly-manicured fingers, using her other hand to drag over another swatch of paint. "what do you think of this one, my love?"
haymitch, tucked into the corner of the kitchen, snorts into his own mug of coffee, too amused from the pungent aroma of whiskey buried the beverage. "they're all the same color, don't let them convince you otherwise," he tells the expectant father, eyes narrowing of the rim of the cup.
your eyes roll at their own accord, and you nudge your heel underneath your bottom before coming to rub a soothing hand over your belly. "don't get into his head, haymitch. you know full-well that they are two different colors."
"you are just like your mother, sweetheart." the man gruffs, mug thudding against the marble countertop in your kitchen so he can voyage for some snacks. "pick a goddamn color already."
you glance over at the exuberant woman, blinking at the butterflies that peek through her maze of a wig. "what if we put butterflies in there?" you murmur quietly, burying your cheek into the palm of your hand, elbow braced against the table. "like.. the mobile. we keep this shade of green..." you prod a finger into a paint swatch, one that's not unlike the color effie wears. "and we go with a gender neutral tone."
peeta, although aware that you're making all the final decisions, nods in agreement. "i like that."
"you like anything i tell you to like," you grab your cup of joe, flashing a grateful smile at the blond.
he throws his hands up in defense, settling back into his chair. "that's what you told me to do, sweetheart. what do you want me to say?"
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•Rafe knew you loved collecting what you called “trinkets”
•At first he thought it was normal, a little harmless fun. But then, he started finding these trinkets everywhere.
•It started with a calico critter in his closet.
•A sonny angel on your bedside table.
•Sanrio figures on your vanity.
•He was fine with all of this until he came home from work one day and found a fuggler on your shared bed.
•He had never been so disturbed in his life.
•You were in the living room catching up on tv, when you heard him yell from your shared room.
• “What the hell is this?” His voice boomed across the house.
•You ran upstairs to see what was going on and giggled when you saw the culprit of his rage.
• “It’s a fuggler,” you said while smiling at Rafe. “It’s one of my latest trinkets. Wheezie and I picked them out today.”
• “Is it supposed to look like that?” He asked while staring at you like you were insane.
•“Yeah,” you replied calmly while grabbing the plushie out of his hand. “That’s kind of the appeal. Isn’t she the cutest?” You asked while still giggling at his reaction to the silly toy.
• “Cute,” he questioned while still looking at the stuffed toy on the bed. “You think that’s cute? It looks like it came out of a horror movie and is plotting to kill us in our sleep.”
•”Come on Rafe,” you replied. “It’s just a stuffed animal. It’s not like she can hurt you.”
• “A stuffed animal that is probably a mass murderer,” he countered. “Absolutely not,” he continued while turning the fuggler face down. “That thing is not sleeping on our bed tonight.”
•You couldn’t believe Rafe Cameron of all people was scared of a fuggler “Rafe she’s harmless,” you said through giggles.
• “I don’t care! It’s me or the gremlin.” He said, giving you an ultimatum.
“We’ll miss you Rafey,” you replied while picking the toy up off the bed and using your hand to make it wave.
•Rafe groaned dramatically while grabbing the things he needed to take a shower. “Great,” he said “I’m being replaced by a demon toy.”
Later that night
• As Rafe laid down and adjusted his pillow before sleep, he felt something underneath him.
•He lifted up his pillow to find your fuggler staring back at him.
• “I swear to God i’m burning this shit tomorrow,” he said to you while flinging the plushie across the room.
“Good night Rafe,” you replied while laughing.
a/n: another fun one to write! i hope you enjoyed it. pls send rafe or jj requests (or any other character in my masterlist.) fuggler below for reference.
