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Rewatching Catching Fire (not my fault, they added it to Netflix so my hands were tied)
And I fucking love this face:
Finnick is like "wait, shit, ya'll two are for real? no lie? if it weren't for the baby???"
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I’ll probably edit this one*
Just some Everlark fluff
enjoy💝
It’s been almost a month since Peeta came back to 12. We spent that time with each other, it was healing but hard at the same time.
I try to understand my feelings for Peeta. I know I love him, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be in a relationship. How could I think about that when so many people died? I’m ashamed for the way I feel when I see Peeta in his garden, his blonde curls covering his forehead and a little part of his temples. I’m ashamed of how much I love the way his blue eyes flicker whenever I compliment his cheese buns… And now, he’s lying next to me, mouth open, his face squashed against the pillow.
Without even realizing, I put my hand in his hair and play with it. Peeta murmurs something without opening his eyes, so I let myself study the boy with the bread a little longer.
“Katniss, I can feel you staring”, he says, smiling.
“No, I’m not”, I reply, suddenly greeted by the blue eyes I know so well. Peeta raises an eyebrow and I groan:
“So what if I was staring?”
“Nothing, it’s nice. I like when you stare at me.”
His hand wraps around my waist, bringing me closer to the warmth of his body. I could stay like this all day, Peeta’s chin on the top of my head, my fingers tracing circles on his clavicle…
“Hey, who’s Naomi”, I ask.
A few days ago, a blonde girl came to Peeta’s house. She was tall, slim and had the aspect of a healthy person- her cheeks rosy red, her skin a little pale. I can’t say I was jealous when I saw her talking to Peeta, or when Peeta opened the door, smiling at the sight of her, or when she went into his house and spent almost 2 hours there… fine, maybe I was a little jealous, but I’d never admit it to him.
“How do you know…”
“I heard you talking to her last week. I had my window open and yeah… Not like I was spying on you!” I wasn’t completely lying. Naomi’s high pitched voice was what drew my attention.
“Oh, she’s Rye’s wife… was”, Peeta replies, a sad smile on his face, “I try to be nice to her since, you know, she has no one but her baby and her brother in law.”
I feel stupid for asking. How could I believe Peeta would be seeing anyone else? After all we’ve been through, he wouldn’t leave me…would he? We’re not officially together, so he could be seeing someone else and I’d have no right to judge him. The thought of not sleeping next to him and another person feeling the warmth of his strong arms drives me insane.
“Why? Are you jealous?”
I look up to see the blonde boy smirk. It’s better than seeing him sad, but I still roll my eyes:
“Yeah, right”, I blush and try to bury my face in his neck so he won’t notice, but his fingers bring my chin up so that I’m looking into his eyes again.
“Oh, my God, you are! You’re blushing”, he laughs.
I sit up straight and hit him playfully:
“No, I’m not!”
Peeta raises an eyebrow and I can’t help a little smile:
“Shut up.”
“Come here”, he says amused, now sitting up and pulling me into his lap, “It’s adorable when you’re jealous.”
Our faces are so close… too close. I can’t give in, I can’t do this to Peeta, I don’t deserve his love. He saved me so many times and all I did was hurt him.
“No one else ever called me adorable, Peeta”, I barely whisper, closing my eyes, so that I can’t be tempted by him. God knows I can’t keep myself together when he looks at me with those puppy eyes.
“No one else really matters”, he says, his warm breath lingering over my lips, making me lick them without realizing.
“Peeta…”
And it happens. I can’t control myself, my hands around his neck, I bring him even closer to me. It’s the hunger I’ve felt before, the hunger that makes me behave like a selfish animal. And I am selfish for bringing him into this, for not letting him get the life he deserves with a normal girl, not a fucked up 19 year old that’s been through the Games twice and started a revolution… but God, did I miss him on my lips.
“Katniss”, he pulls away, gasping for air. I take the opportunity to look at him again, like I did this morning: his curls are even messier than usual. This satisfies me because it was my hand who did that. His cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen, his chest going up and down, trying to get more air. I can’t help but imagine Peeta with nothing on, lying in my bed in the morning. My cheeks must be burning like crazy and I mentally scold myself for thinking about it.
“Did you hear me”, Peeta asks amused, bringing me back to the present moment.
“What?”
“Kiss me again?”
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Hey
I wrote an Everlark fanfiction. Peeta sees Gale and Katniss kissing. Katniss’ POV
Word count: 1300
English is not my first language, sorry if there are any mistakes<3
It was about 7 pm when Gale visited me. We didn't really talk after he found out about the engagement.
"Hi", he said, walking in my room. I was surprised to see him.
"Hi", I smile back, hoping he'd get over whatever it is between us so we can go on and be friends, "How's work?"
"Good. How's your leg?"
"Terrible. Mom doesn't even let me move, it gets boring sometimes."
"That sounds bad. And what do you do all day?"
I try not to mention that Peeta's coming by everyday to help me with the family book. I don't want to hurt Gale's feelings, since he'd interpret it as something more. Is it something more? I definitely seem to always end up with the boy with the bread, one way or another, but I'm not sure he even likes me anymore.
"Not much", I say and then there's silence.
"Katniss...", his tone gives me anxiety; i know he's about to bring something awkward up and I don't know how to deal with it, "I love you."
My eyes widen. We never really talked about this, but I assumed he had a crush on me. That's it. A crush. Not that he loves me.
"You don't have to answer now, but...", and then he kisses me. I pull back in shock.
"I had to do it once. Hello, Peeta", Gale smirks and I notice the blonde boy sitting in the doorway. I immediately panic. Did he see us kissing? I've been a bitch to him until I realized how I felt about our engagement. Truth is, I loved being able to call him my fiancé. Peeta was popular before, but after the Games, every girl was head over heels, I'd hear them talk about his muscles, his pretty smile. But no one had the chance to kiss his pink lips or to observe his long eyelashes. He was mine, in a way.
"Hi", he greets back, obviously a little sad. Did Gale do that on purpose? "I can come back later if..."
"No, Peeta, stay", I interrupt him. I don't want him to leave here upset. As his figure approaches my bed, I grab his hand. I don't even realize I do until he looks down at it and carefully slides his hand away.
"You don't have to do that. We're not really engaged."
This makes my heart break. I didn't really realize it till now, I thought this meant something for him as well.
"Oh.."
After talking for a while, he tells me his father needs help at the bakery. I put on a fake smile and wish him luck, but I can't sleep that night. Or the other day when he doesn't visit me. He used to come by everyday. I can't keep going on like this. Instead, Gale visits me.
"Did you do that on purpose", I cut him short, not even saying hi.
"What?"
"The kiss. So that Peeta can see it."
I don't have time to play his games, I don't want other people to get hurt because Gale is selfish. Peeta would've never done that to him, even if they hate each other.
"You told me there's nothing going on between you two, Katniss. I-"
"I lied", I say before I can stop myself.
Gale looks hurt. Maybe he's done a shitty thing, but I know he cares about me. In fact, he loves me.
"Look, you're the only person I trust besides mom and Prim”- and Peeta, I add in my head, but choose to omit the detail-“You're my best friend and you're really good looking, you have to know that, girls are always talking about it"
Gale smiles so I take it as a clue to continue:
"But I can't see you that way, Gale. I'm sorry."
"It's alright. I don't really have a say in it, do I?”He sighs before adding: “I'm sorry for what I did, Katniss.”
“So… friends”, I ask awkwardly and Gale nodds.
I can see him struggling with the conclusion, but I know our friendship can get past this, right?
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It's been 3 days since I last saw Peeta. He still brings me cheese buns, but never comes to my room. Prim told me he always asks mom how I'm feeling. I decide to go to the bakery, even though my foot is far from well. I can manage, I'll just get a cane.
I wait for mom to leave for work. After what seems like forever, I finally hear the door close.
I literally crawl down the stairs. The cane is downstairs and there's no way I could step on my foot. Finally, I reach it, but I can’t get up. I didn’t really think this through…
"Katniss? What are you doing", I turn around to see Prim, confused.
"I'm fine, Prim. A little help?"
She helps me get up and now I'm using the cane to get to the door.
"Where are you going? Does mom know-"
"I have to see Peeta", I sigh and she smiles, putting her hands on her hips.
“Will you finally confess your true love for him”
I just roll my eyes, but I can feel my cheeks getting flushed:
"Don't tell mom! I'll be right back."
"If you're not back in two hours, I'm coming after you."
"Give me three? I have to use a cane!"
Prim giggles, murmuring a "fine" and I walk out the door.
The road is not easy and as expected, it took me almost an hour. I'm nervous when I knock on the back door and I'm greeted by Rye, one of Peeta's older brothers.
He rolls his eyes, yelling:
"Peeta, your wife is here."
"Very funny", I hear another voice screaming back. Peeta's.
"I'm serious, loser.”
I blush at the word wife. 10 seconds later, I see Peeta. His eyes widen:
"Katniss? What are you doing here? Did you come all this way by yourself? You're supposed to be resting! Why-"
"Shut up", I interrupt him, "Peeta, we have to talk."
Before he can say something, I continue: "What you saw 3 days ago... Gale and-" I swallow hard, looking at the frown on his face "yeah... he did that on purpose. So that you'd think we were together. But we're not, I clarified. I told him he's my best friend and that I could never see him any other way."
"That's nice, Katniss, but it's not really my business", Peeta replies coldly. It's not his usual warm, cozy tone that I love and I know what I said isn't enough. “Let’s get you home, alright”, I could see the worry in his blue eyes and it made my heart melt. The way he was still worried about me, after I led him on, hurt his feelings… no, we’ll talk about this now.
"If it wasn't your business, why did you stop visiting me?"
"I'm sorry, my dad needed help-"
"Bullshit."
"So why do you think I stopped visiting you, then", he asks, visibly irritated.
"Because you don't want me to be with anybody else. You want me to be yours", I snap back and Peeta blushes lightly. I know I've never really let him speak during this conversation and this time isn’t any different. I kiss him, cutting off whatever lie he'd come up with and for a moment everything felt fine. One of his hand plays with my hair, while the other one was pressed against my waist, closing the distance between our bodies. I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
We have to stop in order to breathe a little, foreheads still pressed against each other.
"Katniss..."
"Mhm?"
"I really hated seeing you with Gale."
"I know. I hated him kissing me", I scoff and Peeta smiles.
After a while, we break off, Peeta’s hand still holding me so I don’t fall. I forgot about my leg.
"I should go. If i'm not home in an hour, Prim will tell mom"
"There's no way I'm letting you walk", he says and picks me up, bridal style.
"You can't be serious", I laugh.
"Watch me."
#everlark#fanfiction#katniss and peeta#the hunger games katniss#thg katniss#peeta mellark#the hunger games peeta#team peeta#everlark fanfiction#i love peeta#primrose everdeen
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oh my favorite trope? two people who go through something so unique and agonizing and entirely beyond words that they have no choice but to create a bond that transcends all other types of love, thus acting as the sole point of understanding for the other person in a world that cannot fathom what they’ve been through
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i think about this scene a lot and every time it’s so fucking funny
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katniss' thoughts: this boy is manipulating me. he is pretending to be kind so i will find difficulty in killing him later. but i see through his lies and deceptions. as to show that i am aware of his mind games and manipulations and will not tolerate it, i will further aggravate his bruise. but i will do so in a manner which hides my intentions from the views of others so that this battle only remains visible to us. this is a masterful move on my part as it shows that i am aware of the poisoned honey that has filled his words all throughout our journey and am willing and ready to respond in kind
peeta's thoughts: omg katniss gave me a kiss on the cheek.
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Lillian Bassman - Lingerie by Maidenform (Harper's Bazaar 1956)
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hate when men have big beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow . shut the fuck up
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