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lovekendri · 1 year

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inexperienced | peeta mellark

request: hey! can you do headcanons or a fic about your first time, um, “doing the deed” with peeta? or like how he would be with someone who’s inexperienced. thank you! i love your writing 🤍 - anon

omg i love this! thank you so much for the request AND being my first request!! i'm a bit newer to writing smut, so i hope it lives up to your expectations! ♡

peeta mellark x fem!reader

summary: it's your first time, and your boyfriend, peeta, is determined to make sure your first time is magical.

cw: 18+ only! fluffy smut, p in v, soft and hard dom!peeta, inexperienced!reader, established relationship, first time, fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

wc: 2.9k

type: ✽ | ❀

As you poured another glass of a fancy sparkling pomegranate juice to end off the bottle, you tossed it into the bin next to the table and walked yourself over to the couch where Haymitch and Peeta sat, the room still buzzing with other District 12 residents.

The television was on, playing some sort of instrumental music, but you could barely hear it over the chatter in the room.

Haymitch and Peeta were deep in conversation about Haymitch's new relationship with Effie, and you've never seen Haymitch look so happy to talk about something.

You sat down next to Peeta, and you could tell he was ready to leave soon, probably after he finished the conversation.

You had indulged in homemade bread from Peeta with oil and vinegar all night, as well as fresh berries picked from the bushes in front of your house with the sparkling juice, and you were starting to get tired of eating to cure the boredom.

You had followed Peeta around all night like a lost puppy, and it wasn't a good look for you, but you were ready to go home after a few conversations.

"I personally didn't expect Effie to be your first choice," Peeta snorted, "I thought she drove you crazy."

Instead of paying attention to the rest of the conversation like you should've, you began to fully admire your boyfriend for the first time all night.

He wore a gray button up with the top two buttons undone, the sleeves tucked up around his forearms. It was tucked into a pair of blue jeans that appeared slightly too tight, the fabric straining against his legs. Finishing off the outfit with a brown belt. He sat manspreading, holding a bottle of something you couldn't see, the logo hidden in his hands, but you knew it wasn't alcohol.

Looking at him tonight brought a different feeling to your chest and stomach, an odd, tingly feeling you hadn't very much felt before around him. Watching him talk, watching his lips move as he responded to Haymitch, the nod of approvals he would give.

"But anyways, you two better get going," Haymitch said as you tuned in to the conversation once again, standing up from the old couch you all sat on. It was getting later in the night, and you were thankful for him to say that, as it was almost one in the morning.

Peeta stood up as well, taking your hand to help you up from sinking into the couch.

"Alright, good to see you," Haymitch said, giving Peeta a small hug, and clapping him on the back, like a brother would do.

Haymitch turned to you, and reached out for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a short hug before pulling away from him.

"I'll see you tomorrow, probably," you said, smiling, subtly reminding Haymitch of your lunch plans tomorrow.

"Of course you will, sweetheart," he gave you a small clap on the back, weaker than Peeta's, but still a loving tap. A small lopsided smile appeared on his face and he turned away.

"You ready to go?" Peeta asked, looking down at you.

His eyes were trained on you, reminding you of what you felt just seconds ago about the tingling of your stomach and the tightness in your chest.

"Yeah," you smiled, trying to hide the fact you could feel the blush creeping up your face as you looked past him toward the coat rack near the door.

He grabbed your hand once again, grabbing your coat and slinging it over your shoulders, not bothering to have you put it on when you're a mere twenty feet away from his house.

You waved goodbye to any people who were paying attention at the slowly dying party, and walked out the door, hand in hand with Peeta.

"You enjoy the juice?" he asked as you reached the sidewalk, playfully giving you a little shove to the shoulder to knock you off balance a bit.

"You know I did," you replied, recovering your feet and taking his muscular arm in both of your hands. The crisp, cool air of the night nipped at your cheeks, and the leftover snow from the recent fall crunched beneath your feet.

It was a short walk, and by now you were at the door of Peeta's house. He took the keys out of his pocket to unlock his front door. The light over the door was still on, coating the walkway you stood on in a dim, yellow light.

"You looked beautiful tonight," he said as he unlocked the door, pushing in the door with more force than intended.

"Thank you, you looked rather handsome yourself," you replied, hearing a small chuckle escape his throat at your comment.

Without bothering to turn on the lights, he walked through the living room to reach his bedroom, and you ran inside before him to kick off your shoes and jump on his bed.

The softness of the mattress engulfed your body, and you rolled into the knitted quilt on top of his bed.

Tonight felt like a cuddling night, but something about the air felt different.

"Save some room for me," he said, having just taken off his shoes.

The feeling you had earlier watching him rose in your body again as he set his knee on the edge of the bed, climbing over to your side and collapsing next to you with a hand on your hip.

You turned to your side, throwing a side of the quilt on top of him.

"There's plenty of room for you," you said, looking down past his jaw. You saw the same outfit as before, but now his belt was slightly looser, his shirt half untucked. You tried your best to avoid looking toward his jeans, but you didn't have to force yourself anyways.

"Eyes are up here, darling," Peeta's hand reached out gently to your jaw, lifting your face to look at him.

Your face heating up immediately, you made eye contact with him. A small grin was growing on his face, a cheeky smirk you'd seen so often. He kissed you with the same pecks he always did when you were cuddling, but even after you'd kissed him hundreds of times the same way, you couldn't shake the feeling that something felt different tonight.

Doing your best to ignore the prying thought, you snuggled up to his warm body, basically steam rolling him to get on top of him. You laid on top of him, one of his hands loosely around your waist and the other lightly stroking your back. Your arms hooked under his.

After a while of laying in silence listening to each other breathe, you started to close your eyes, letting comfort and sleep take you over. Just as you began to feel the entire pull of sleep, you felt him sharply exhale. He dug his face into the crook of your neck at the same time his hand grabbed tightly onto your hip.

"You've never had sex, have you?" he murmured lowly.

The question startled you, increasing your heartbeat and waking you from any slumber that started to take you over. You turned your face into his neck as well, too embarrassed to lift your head and face him when you felt the heat radiating off your cheeks.

Is this what felt different? Did the air feel different because Peeta wanted to have sex with you?

"Absolutely," you say, the uneasiness in your voice a dead giveaway that you most definitely have not.

He knew you, he knew you hadn't. In fact, he knew that he was the only boy you had ever dated, the only boy who you'd ever kissed.

"Oh, really?" he says, his hands sliding from where they rested to lightly graze over the back of your thighs and your ass, one hand giving a light squeeze to your thigh.

A barely audible but obviously desperate exhale escaped your lips, your head dropping down completely to his shoulder.

He had never touched you like this before. Butterflies were exploding in your stomach, your chest and throat growing tighter as he continued to move his hand over the hills of your body.

"I thought so, baby," he whispered. "It's okay."

He didn't stop moving his hand, but his head dropped back down to the bed, an exhale leaving his own lips.

"Would you let me be your first time?" he said breathily, his hand moving up to rub over your back once again.

You felt like you couldn't say anything, your throat feeling so closed with his hands touching you in ways you'd never felt before, the feeling of his rough hands stroking across your body was enough to send you spiraling.

He noticed your silence, moving his hands to sit up. You refused to let go of your tight hold on his body, trying to catch your breath from the unnecessarily overwhelming feeling blossoming in your stomach.

"C'mon, baby. Talk to me," he whispered.

"Please, Peeta," your voice came out strangled. It didn't sound like your own, plagued by the tightness of your throat and the desperate want for him to touch you like he was before.

It took him a moment to register what you said.

"That's my girl."

His hands reached up to your arms, gently prying them away from his body in order to get you off of him.

He laid you gently on the bed, and you felt like a total mess. You knew you shouldn't be so obsessed with the way he was making you feel, but it felt so right to be touched by him, to be held in the erotic ways you didn't know he wanted.

He was on top of you, his arms out straight and his legs on the outside of yours blocked a cage around your body. You were in for it now.

At first though, he only kissed you.

The low light of the room added to the needy ambiance of the room. Kissing felt more erotic, less controlled, the way his lips moved familiarly but yet so foreign at the same time, the soft dominancy from him that you'd never felt before threatening to take you over. The way he would stop to take a short breath before continuing to kiss you, sometimes biting your lip as he pulled away. When you felt one of his hands creep up your hips onto your breasts, it was an explosion of feelings you hadn't had before.

Your gasp almost breaking the kiss, you felt him grin against your lips as his hand slipped under your shirt to run it over your torso.

His touch was so gentle, so polite, allowing you to feel the entire moment of what he was doing to you. Again though, it was so different from ways he had touched you before. So new and arousing.

His kisses began to trail down your cheek to your jaw, down your neck, and back up to your lips. He kissed you all over the neck, anywhere he could.

You felt so many butterflies and tingles in your stomach, and a warm heat between your thighs growing as he touched you more, lips and hands working in unison to sweetly prepare you.

His hand now moving down to pull the waistband of your pants ever so slightly down, pausing his kisses. He took the moment to move a knee between your legs, giving them a little nudge to open.

His eyes met yours, darkened with arousal and excitement. His lips were swollen and slick with saliva, his cheeks a light rosy tint.

"You ready?" he murmured, watching your face closely.

Though you were so nervous, you were eager.

You wanted this to happen, the more he touched you and the more he caressed your body allowed to the heat between your legs to grow, the unfamiliar tingles and butterflies in your stomach fluttered with anticipation. He was all you ever dreamt of, and the way his eyes bored into yours with lust and hungriness, you were as ready as you'd ever be.

"Yes," you forced out, the constriction of your throat still very prominent.

You watched as the grin on his face grew to a sinister smile, his eyes squinting with pride. He removed your pants with such swiftness you'd barely noticed, and he took the time to admire your bottomless body. Nothing he hadn't seen before, but something he got to see in a totally different manner.

He exhaled sharply, pushing a rough hand into your panties, a finger sliding through slick folds.

He wasn't near being inside you, but the first few circles around your clit felt like heaven, your mouth opening in shock and a strangled gasp forcing its way through. A white heat began to grow in your stomach quickly, and you pushed your head into the softness of the bed.

"Attagirl," he whispered, praise quickly falling out of his mouth as he watched you squirm underneath his fingers.

A slick finger suddenly pushed through you, sending more waves of pleasure to your core. His fingers worked magic on your clit while he pushed his finger in and out of you.

"Yeah, baby?"

Heat, heat, and more heat grew, the pleasure becoming almost overwhelming under your boyfriend's control, the praises coming out of his stupidly pretty face driving your body insane.

Gasps sweetened with whimpers and small moans fell out of your mouth like a sailor's cusses, your eyes screwed shut as Peeta worked your body perfectly. In no time, he pushed in a second finger, earning a loud gasp and a grab to his forearm, his legs tightening around your leg to keep you from wiggling away.

"You feelin' good, love?" he whispered. You could hear the curl of his evil smile, absolutely delighted to be making you feel the way you were. You desperately nodded your head, your grip on his arm growing tighter as the heat in your stomach grew, an overwhelming feeling threatening to fall.

He felt your walls beginning to tighten, and pulled his fingers out.

"Why?" you whined, the feeling in your stomach immediately dripping down to the small heat you had before. You grabbed for his hand, wanting him to make you feel amazing again, but he pulled it away from you.

"No, sweetheart, I want you to experience more than just my hand."

You watched as he undid the rest of his belt from before, your jaw falling open slightly in shock as he unbuttoned his jeans, undoing the zipper as well. His black boxers showed through the small opening in his pants now, and you could see what he was hiding beneath them.

"You okay?" he asked, aware of your jaw now basically on the floor. You nodded at his question, snapping your jaw shut once again.

Your face was hot, your body was shaking a little. You were so ready in anticipation of how he was going to make you feel. You didn't dare look at him, because you knew that you were basically going to finish at just the sight.

"You're sure you're ready?" he said, a hand holding steady on your hip and the other you could only assume holding his cock.

You nodded, your hands going to the quilt for a hold on something, your body beginning to tense.

"Good girl."

You felt him push into you.

A loud gasp pushed from your throat, your body jerking in surprise. He definitely filled you out, your eyes rolling back and heat beginning to grow again.

"What's wrong?" he said, the concerned tone in his voice loud, keeping still inside you.

"No, no, keep going," you whined, your eyes screwing shut.

He began to move slowly, only pushing in a few inches every time, preparing you for the full.

The friction felt so good, quiet moans falling out of your mouth as he pushed more and more inside of you, growing faster with each movement of his hips.

He pushed all the way into you, hitting a spot that sent white heat coursing through your body, electrifying, your vision blanked.

He dragged his cock out once again, pushing all the way inside of you once more.

The tingly heat grew quickly in your stomach as he found a medium pace, cock sliding easily in and out of your cunt with his hands gripping tightly on your hips.

"You look so pretty underneath me," he praised, so close to pushing you over the edge.

Uncontrolled moans forced themselves out of your throat, the heat building up so close to a release. His hips became sloppier and uncontrolled, his pace increasing as he worked to finish.

With one harsh thrust, your vision went white and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. A loud cry left your mouth as you came, your legs tightening around his hips.

He finished quickly after you, his thrusts extremely sloppy.

Pulling out of you, he collapsed next to you and pulled you into his arms, his body warm. You were both breathing heavily, his muscular arms engulfing you in a blanket of comfort,

"I love you so much," he murmured, tucking his head down, his forehead rested on top of your head.

"I love you," you whispered, "thank you."

He didn't say anything, kissing the top of your head and tightening his arms around your body.

"Thank you, pretty girl."

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destourtereaux · 9 months

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just a little bit of hope - peeta mellark x fem!reader

⤷ summary: with katniss and gale both gone, peeta steps in as an unlikely hunting partner for y/n. ⤷ wc: 2.6k ⤷ requested? yes. see request here. ⤷ follow @lovebirdupdates and turn on notifs to be on my 'taglist'!

⤷ a/n: two things - one, peeta has dimples here, it's just how i imagine him, so please bear with me; two, pretend gale's father is alive please, i didn't think our girl would be able to support two families, no matter how strong she is.

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The day is horridly warm, exacerbated by a heavy humidity. As you wake, hot air suffocates your surroundings, and the sun glares through the window, hung on a span of blue sky. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, your bare feet find the ground, then immediately retract. The floor is burning hot, baked by the sun. You grit your teeth and force your feet back onto the wood, ignoring the searing heat. You have things to do.

You make a bowl of porridge, watery, but edible. You drink half, and leave the rest for your mother. Your father is off to the mines already, his boots absent. You get dressed, pulling on the prettiest dress you own. You're ready. Or, as ready as one can be.

Today, there will be no hunting with Katniss and Gale, no trading at the Hob. Today, there is only the reaping.

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You spot Katniss at the edge of the square, gripping her sister's hand. Your friend looks nothing like she normally does. Gone are the boots and hunting jacket, replaced by a simple blouse tucked into a modest skirt. You nod grimly at her; neither of you feels like smiling.

Gale is over on the other side of the square, across from the stage they've set up. Your eyes meet, and he mouths "good luck".

After a few minutes of the routine announcements, Haymitch is introduced, then Effie. By now, the crowd has settled into an air of grimness, despite the clear blue sky overhead.

You don't hear Effie's jokes, and nobody laughs. She finally stops smiling, looking extremely awkward – you almost feel bad for her. Almost.

Then, she sticks her hand in the ball of names, each carrying a life, and pulls one out. Her smile is back on her face when she announces, "Without further ado, our female tribute is: Katniss Everdeen!"

You freeze, repeating her words in your head as if hoping they'd sound different. Your oldest friend – determined, brave Katniss, given a death sentence.

But Effie doesn't wait. Her next words are just as devastating. "And for our male tribute: Gale Hawthorne! Come on up now, dear, don't be shy."

Peacekeepers erupt through the crowd, grabbing your two best friends in the entire world by the shoulders, and forcing them up to the stage. Katniss whips her head around, looking at you with pleading eyes. You know what she's asking for.

"I'll take care of her, Katniss. I won't let her die. And you can't let yourself die, okay? Promise me. Katniss! Promise me!"

Your last words are hysterical, but ironically, Katniss is not. Having heard your commitment to Prim, she is satisfied. She yanks her arms free of the Peacekeepers and walks by herself, her head held high and her face serene.

You grab Prim's hand. Her whole body is shaking, wracked with sobs. You don't hear Effie's last words, but you know what they are.

"May the odds be ever in your favor."

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It's been two weeks since the reaping which stole your best friends. It's shocking how quickly you fell back into routine, as if nothing has even changed. The only indicator of their absence is an added part of your day: splitting your earnings between your family and Prim's.

There are now double the mouths to feed, so you spend double the hours in the forest hunting. Villagers are sympathetic – that may be the only reason you're all still alive. They love Prim, and they trust you. Everything you hunt manages to be traded.

But still, you're cracking. It's just too much, and you don't know if it'll ever get better. You have no idea what Katniss and Gale are going through right now, and you don't let yourself think of them. It would break your heart.

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Peeta Mellark has always been observant. His teachers told his parents this, back when he was a child. It's this trait that makes him notice you. The girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders, killing herself day after day to provide for not one, but two whole families.

He doesn't understand how no one else sees it. But maybe they do – it's just that no one in District 12 is really in a position to do anything about it. Still, the fact remains that you're close to breaking. You can't keep doing this alone.

Peeta Mellark has never been brave. His mother yells at him, beats him, and he takes it. He has never talked back to teachers, or dared disobey the Peacekeepers. So when he offers to hunt with you, he surprises even himself.

"What?"

"I'm Peeta Mellark. We were in the same class, and my parents run the bakery. I was wondering if I'd be able to hunt with you?"

So you weren't hallucinating. The baker's son – a boy you didn't think could kill a fly – had just asked to hunt with you. Your shock translates into a small laugh, not that anything about the situation is funny, really. Hurt flashes in Peeta's eyes, and you quickly backtrack.

"I'm sorry, that was rude. I'm Y/N L/N, I know who you are. I just didn't think you'd be the hunting type," you explain. Because you're gentle, and kind, and I've never seen you hurt anyone, with your words or physically. But you don't add that last part.

"I've only ever hunted with Katniss and Gale, you must know them, they were reaped this year." Your voice cracks a bit with those last words, and Peeta acknowledges the fact with a nod. His hand twitches; he wants to pat you on the back, or grip your shoulder, anything to stop the melancholy leaking into your eyes, but he doesn't.

"But you're welcome to join me," you end with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.

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The new partnership starts early the following day. You meet a groggy Peeta near his home, and the two of you begin the walk to the Meadow.

You hear no electrical hum from the fencing, which means it's safe to touch, and you guide Peeta across the boundary which separates the Seam from the forest. This is all illegal, you know, but you're too used to it to even notice. Peeta, on the other hand, feels an exhilarating sense of rebellion as he crosses the barbed wire, following your figure into the woods.

"You've never hunted before, have you?" you probe, although it's more of a confirmation than an actual question.

Peeta nods. "But I'm a quick learner. And I won't get in your way, I promise."

You smile, a genuine one this time. "We'll see about that, Mellark."

Over the next hour, you go over all the traps you had set from the day before, collecting from Katniss and Gale's traps as well. True to his word, Peeta picks it up quickly, and even has a great eye for camouflaging the traps. This becomes his task, using grass and twigs and flowers as his medium, painting a deceptive scene which looks safe and welcoming to the many squirrels and rabbits in these parts.

You also start him on foraging. Only one type of berry is poisonous in the Meadow, and it's easy to identify. You make sure he's clear on which to avoid, and leave him to it, while you head to the hollowed out tree where you've hidden your knives. The familiar sight of Katniss' bow and arrows within the trunk brings a pang in your heart. You leave them nestled within and retrieve only your daggers. You were never a good archer.

Another hour passes, and you return to Peeta with a deer. You're happier than you have been in weeks – this will be enough for almost a week's worth of food. Peeta is not empty-handed either, he has two buckets of progress, one filled with strawberries, the other with raspberries. He gives you a soft smile – he has dimples, you think. He then immediately turns a faint shade of green, having noticed the dead deer.

You're seized with the desire to laugh, "Why'd you offer to hunt with me if you get queasy from the sight of game?"

He looks at you with an indignant pout, and you can't stop the giggle that tumbles out, then the full on laughter.

"I'm not like this with all game, just, you know, the larger animals. I can look at dead squirrels just fine – stop laughing!"

Making your way back, within the District, you stop just outside of the fence to split your gatherings.

"Take the squirrels and rabbits, and the bucket of raspberries. I'll keep the deer and trade the strawberries with the mayor," you offer.

"No, you take it all," he crosses the barrier carrying the buckets, and you follow after him, shaking your head.

"I can't, Peeta. That wouldn't be right. This is a fair split."

"I never said I wanted to keep what we hunt. Only that I wanted to hunt with you, Y/N. Take it. I know you need it more than I do. I'll see you next weekend?"

And with that, he pops a strawberry in his mouth, smiling at the sweetness, and walks away.

You're left with your mouth open, unable to process what had just happened.

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The next morning, you show up at the bakery. His bakery. You earned a few dollars from selling your strawberries to the mayor, and you figure that if Peeta won't take anything, you should buy from him instead.

A few dollars is enough for two loaves of good bread, and so you head to the bread aisle. But your gaze catches on the beautiful cakes on display, decorated with multi-colored icing and swirling script written in melted chocolate.

"I did those," comes a voice from behind you.

Whipping your head around, you see Peeta himself, looking at the cakes with fondness and a bit of pride.

"You did what?"

"The cakes. I decorated them. My mom bakes, but I decorate. I like doing it – it's like painting, just on a different canvas."

"They're really lovely. You have a talent for it," you confirm, "I bet that's why you were so good at hiding traps yesterday. You can see nature's patterns."

He gives you a soft smile in return, and you can see the dimples again. They're adorable, you think. I want to see them every day.

He gives a small cough, looking at you questioningly.

You startle, and blush a deep crimson. "Sorry, I lost my train of thought. I'm here to buy bread. Two loaves," you say as you lower your head to stare down at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes.

It's only when you hear a chuckle that you lift your head back up. Peeta's eyes are sparkling, and his dimples are clear as ever.

"I'll give you three."

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Two months after the reaping, your partnership with Peeta is still going strong. Every Saturday, the two of you head to the woods, and spend half the day fishing, gathering, and hunting. Originally silent company has evolved into true friendship, with witty banter, fleeting touches, and shared smiles.

You have come to know Peeta Mellark. He isn't just the baker's son, the one who decorates cakes and hates seeing dead animals. He's the boy who saved you, when no one even knew that you needed saving.

Day after day, he has shown up, offering kindness, companionship, and warmth, without expecting anything in return. You care about him more than you thought you could ever care about someone who wasn't family. You care about his messy blond hair, and you care about his broad shoulders. You care about his blue eyes which sparkle when he tells a joke, and his beautiful heart which leads him to give the occasional customer an extra free loaf. Most of all, you care about his dimples, which come out when he smiles at you. You care so much about him, that it scares you.

And Peeta cares about you. He cares about your hands, calloused but nimble, lethal when holding onto your twin daggers. He cares about your face, how it glows when you laugh at his jokes in the woods, but dims a bit when you're back in the district. He cares about your hair, always tied in a ponytail when in the Meadow, but left to flow freely down your shoulders when hunting's over. Most of all, he cares about your smile, which comes out when Prim thanks you week after week for your help, and forces you to take bottles of goat milk and pet Buttercup. He cares so much about you, that it scares him.

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This hunting day, Peeta comes with news from the Capitol. A few weeks back, he started giving you updates on the Games, after you told him that you couldn't stomach the thought of watching your friends fight to the death.

"Y/N! Good news!" he greets, exiting the bakery. As the two of you begin your walk, he adds, "I'll tell you when we get to the Meadow."

"You're insufferable, Mellark. You can't just hook me like that, and not tell me what it is."

Peeta doesn't answer, so you start walking twice as fast, ushering him toward the edge of the Seam so you could figure out what exactly he wanted to tell you.

Once in the grassy plains of the Meadow, between the forest and the fence, you turn back to the boy, the impatience evident in your face.

"Tell me, Peeta, or I swear I'll –"

"Alright, alright," he laughs, "but it's not really good news, per se. It's just a little bit of hope."

You nod, urging him to continue.

"It's about the Games. About Katniss and Gale."

The last traces of your smile fade. Concern is etched onto your face, and your eyebrows scrunch up, your jaw tightens.

Noticing this, Peeta pulls you in by the waist, so that your head lands on his shoulder. "It's good news, Y/N. Don't look so defeated. They're both still alive, and they're fighting."

"But at least one of them won't be coming back," you whisper into his neck, so quietly you wonder if he even heard. But Peeta always hears you.

"Y/N. That's the news. They could both come back. Caesar Flickerman has just announced that they will be changing the rules this year – allowing two victors of the Games, provided they're tributes from the same district!"

You look up at him in awe. A change to the Games. Katniss and Gale, not one or the other. Both could win. Both could come back.

You choke down a sob, staring at Peeta's brilliant smile and those mesmerizing dimples. And before you can process what you're doing, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his in a bout of bravery.

Peeta's frozen for a second, before he begins to reciprocate the kiss in earnest. He pulls you in, one hand holding your neck and the other wrapped around your torso, pressing himself impossibly closer. He tastes like icing and strawberries, and you can smell the comforting scent of warm bread.

The kiss ends far too quickly for your liking, and you're suddenly impossibly shy, all bravado gone. You lower your eyes so you won't have to meet his eyes, but realize that you're practically sitting on his lap, having moved there at some point during the kiss. This observation brings a flaming blush onto your cheeks, and you scramble to move away, but you're held in place by Peeta's arms, forming an iron-tight cage around your figure.

He brings a hand to your chin, lifting it up, and kisses you again, more gently this time.

"Don't go all shy on me now, Y/L/N," he teases, and holds the back of his hand against your forehead, as if feeling for a fever. "You're burning up, darling."

"You know damn well that's not a fever–", you start, but you're cut off by his laughter, and once again distracted by those dimples of his.

Maybe Peeta was right. Maybe there is just a little bit of hope left for you.

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joshhutchersonsgf · 1 month

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mind is going fuzzy thinking about riding peeta omfg

the soft glow of the lamp on your nightstand dances across peeta’s features and captures the dark look in his eyes perfectly. his blonde curls fell in soft waves over his forehead, the tips slightly damp with sweat. his face was pale other than the light blush on his cheeks, and his pretty eyes glistened with lust as he laid beneath you, silently begging for more.

peeta’s tip is just barely touching your cunt, soaking with your arousal. when you first took his dick out of his pants, he was hard and leaking. you desperately wanted to taste him on your lips, but you could do that later.

now, you wanted to feel him inside of you.

you move your hips back and forth against his dick before putting it inside, using it to stimulate your clit. you whine at the stimulation, and peeta bites his bottom lip to try to silence any moans before they leave his mouth. he doesn’t do a good job though, and a breathy moan escapes his puffy lips.

“don’t hide those pretty sounds, peeta..” you moan, “wanna hear you.”

peeta lets his mouth fall open in an ‘o’ shape, and a high pitched whimper comes out. your hips jerk at the sound, and you realize that you can’t wait any longer to have him fill you up.

you grab his dick and line it up with your hole, sighing as you feel his precum mix with your arousal. peeta hisses at the feeling, taking a chance to admire you.

you begin to sink down on his dick, only getting the head in before having to stop and let yourself adjust. you stabilize yourself on his chest, taking deep breaths before sinking down another inch.

peeta wants to let you go at your own pace. he throws his arm over his eyes and groans, knowing he could easily cum too quickly if he kept looking at you.

he just so desperately wants to fuck up into your tight cunt, but he knew how hard you were trying. you wanted to please him, and he was more than happy to sit back and let you do what you want.

once you had his cock all the way inside of you, you needed time to adjust to his length. you sat there for a moment with his pubic bone perfectly sitting against your clit. peeta struggled to focus on anything other than your tight pussy swallowing him, and accidentally bucks his hips up a few times.

you bite back a moan when you feel his dick hit a certain spot inside of you, the spot you needed him most.

he moves his arm away from his eyes and puts it beside him to grip the bedsheets tightly. his knuckles were white with how hard he was holding them and it took everything in his power to not fuck up into you again.

he looks down at where your bodies are connected and his dick twitches inside of you. he groans and throws his head back, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

when you finally started moving after what felt like hours, peeta groans loudly.

“just like that, darling.” he moans, and he removes his hands from the bedsheets to grip onto your hips tightly.

your pace is antagonizingly slow, and peeta doesn’t realize what he’s doing until he’s already fucking his hips up into yours.

“peeta— baby, slow down.” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

peeta’s hips stutter when he hears your pleas, and he slows his hips back down to your pace.

“i’m sorry, i cant—” peeta whines when he focuses on your chest, “i can’t help it. you feel so good.”

you moan loudly and put your hands on your boobs, putting your nipples between your thumbs and pointer finger. your mouth falls open and you moan quietly, letting your hips roll faster.

the sight has peeta practically drooling all over himself, and his eyes burn with desire. he bucks his up a few times into your soaking cunt again unintentionally, expecting you to ask him to stop. but you only moan louder and chase his hips.

peeta groans and squeezes his eyes tightly, using his hand to brace your waist on him.

“feels so good, angel. you don’t know what you do to me.” peeta says, opening his eyes and gently grabbing your hand that sits on your chest. he takes your hand softly and intertwines your fingers, watching your other hand that continues to play with your nipple.

“you look so pretty like this.” peeta sighs, taking a hand off your hip and using it to push himself up. he brings his mouth to your chest and softly kisses your nipple, looking up to see your reaction. you whimper and put your hand in his hair, continuing to rut your hips harshly.

tears collect at the brink of your eyelashes, threatening to fall when peeta swirls his tongue around your nipple.

you pull lightly on a fistful of peeta’s hair and he whines against you, sucking softly on your tender flesh.

peeta switches to the other nipple and you squeeze his hand tightly as his teeth graze over the soft bud, using his hand as a way to keep yourself in touch with reality. his soft skin felt perfect against your own, and the way your bodies connected felt just right.

“don’t know how much longer i can last, sweetheart.” peeta groans against your chest, his raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“please cum, peeta,” you choke up, tears staining your cheeks, “wanna cum with you.”

peeta whines and starts bucking his hips into you at a merciless rhythm, savoring every thrust inside of your tight cunt.

his name falls from your lips like a prayer as your orgasm threatens to come at any moment, begging your body for the release you desperately need.

you roll your hips in circles as peeta thrusts into you, knowing exactly how you like it.

your orgasm hit you like a wave and you felt like you were on cloud nine. your body almost fell forward, but before it could, peeta grabs you and holds your body up as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

your orgasm was enough to send peeta over the edge and soon he was cumming. your cunt pulsates around peeta as he cums with a high pitched moan, hips stuttering and dick twitching inside of you. he saw stars as he came, and nothing but incoherent blabbering fell from his lips. you couldn’t make out anything he was saying, but you were sure his mind was just as scrambled at yours was.

peeta’s back arches against the bed as your hips slow to a complete stop, and he puts his hands around you, letting you fall forward against his chest. your body goes limp against his as peeta pulls out, a breathy whine leaving his lips.

you lay in peeta’s arms for a moment, taking in everything that only happened seconds earlier. you feel peeta’s toned stomach clench slightly with every deep breath he takes.

“you’re so perfect.” peeta whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. you give him a lazy smile and allow yourself to doze off, mind fully at peace as you lay in peeta’s arms.

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venuslore · 4 months

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whenever peeta is feeling stressed or just in need of calming, he'll drag you to bed or to the couch where he'll lay you down just to snuggle with you. he buries himself in you, arms wrapped under your waist, head nuzzled between the valley of your chest. his legs tangle with yours as your fingers intertwine. you play with his hair, running your fingers gently across his scalp continuously as he listens to the sound of your beating heart. all he needs is the reminder that he is with you, the love of his life, to feel at ease again because nothing in the world could possibly ever matter more than that ᰔ

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱#peeta mellark ᰔ #peeta mellark concept #peeta mellark imagine #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark x y/n #peeta mellark x you #peeta mellark x fem!reader #peeta mellark fanfic #peeta mellark fluff #peeta mellark fic #peeta mellark fanfiction #peeta mellark

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schmidtsbimbo · 3 months

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★Peeta Mellark Headcanons★

𖦹 Warnings: Mentions of the orange peel theory so maybe look it up if you don’t know what that is, nothing else this man could do no wrong

⋆｡°‧Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated♡

―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: this is incredibly short but i had to get it out of my system i miss peeta its been rotting my brain, also i promise I’ll get to my requests eventually :p

This has not been proofread ^_^

Peeta who can’t keep his hands off you. Not necessarily in a sexual manner, he’s just simply yearning for your reassurance and the comfort of your presence. Weather it’s locking pinkies together while you walk alongside each other or simply playing with your hair while you sleep

Peeta who would do absolutely anything for you. That orange peeling trend on tiktok is kinda what made me want to write this because omg??? He heard you complain once about how sticky your hands get when you peel them and he hasn’t let you peel yourself one since. That man would run into a house fire just to get you that orange. He’d plant his own orange tree, tending and caring for it just for you if he could

Peeta who never comes home without brining you some kind of gift. If he’s in town and finds a small trinket he thinks you’ll like, you bet he’s getting it for you. Picking flowers on his way home simply because they’re your favorite color and picking up a small rock because it was kinda shaped like a heart, anything he thought you’d like he’d get for you in a heartbeat

Peeta who enjoys your presence no matter what you’re doing together. You could be quietly reading a book and he’d lay on the opposite side of the bed just admiring you as your eyes are glued to the page. Completely oblivious to his gaze on you, his eyes reflecting appreciation and fondness with every lingering look

Peeta who loves seeing you in his clothes. He’s coming home after working on the garden you guys started together and can’t help but just beam at the sight of you cooking in one of his t-shirts. You’d wake up missing him a bit more than usual that morning and start looking for anything of his, smiling fondly at his familiar scent as you slip on his t-shirt and begin your day

Peeta who always brings you back a small treat from the bakery, weather it’s your favorite bread or a cupcake decorated especially for you with small hearts and smiley faces, he always makes sure to never come home empty handed

#i miss him so much omg #peeta… come home #peeta my beloved #screaming crying and throwing up he’s so sweet #josh hutcherson #peeta mellark #peeta mellark fanfic #peeta mellark headcanons #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark x you #the hunger games peeta #thg peeta #the hunger games #peeta x reader #peeta mellark x fem!reader #peeta mellark fluff #peeta mellark x y/n #Rosie writes ―୨୧

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targaryenluvs · 4 months

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PARANOIA

pairing: dark!peeta mellark x fem!reader

summary: peeta tries to reintegrate into society in district 13 and get over his fear of you being taken from him. no one noticed just how badly the capitol messed him up until he lashes out.

warnings: guilt trip/manipulation, possessive, panick attacks and nightmares

a/n: my first ever dark peeta fic as well as fic in general! thank you to the anon and their request

the first time you laid eyes on peeta since the arena was horrifying. his sullen eyes, hollowed out cheekbones, nimble fingers, all of it made you sick. your boyfriend was a shell of his former self and was deathly afraid of his best friend katniss.

it seemed you were the only one able to calm him down.

almost every night of yours was spent curled up in bed together, stroking his hair, assuring him that he was far away from the capitol.

“peeta, i promise, no one’s going to hurt you. i’m right here, shh.” you cooed, your hands rubbing down his arms. “y/n?” you smiled at the recognition, “yeah sweetie. i’m right here i promise.” his heart slowed down and so did his breathing, your hands around him, hearing your heart in your chest. you were alive. here with him. no one had taken you, he wouldn’t let them.

it was tough of course, getting him back into the world.

he seemed to think that everything was a problem, out to get him, to get you.

at his first dinner with everyone he’d been keeping his cool. focusing on eating his food and you. but it seemed to be all to much especially when finnick odair sat right next to you, striking up conversation for majority of the night, leaving peeta to himself.

“do you ever stop talking?” peeta’s abrupt disruption of the conversation and uncommon tone of annoyance was more than enough to stop everyone in their tracks. finnick was stunned, not expecting peeta to speak that way, and so were you. “peeta? is something wrong?” you asked him, hand slowly placed on his before he withdrew his, standing up suddenly.

“no, everything’s fine. let’s go.” he dragged your arm along with him, unrelenting grip as he led the two of you back to your room. “peeta! what the hell?” his glossy eyes made you immediately frown, “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have yelled. i just…” you exhaled, unsure of how to approach the conversation.

“you’re acting so weird, i just want to make sure you’re okay. what happened out there?” you questioned, sitting next to him on your bed. “everyone was taking you away from me.” he murmured, playing with the hem of his shirt.

you smiled, “i was right next to you peeta, i wasn’t going away nor was anyone taking me. it was simple conversation. i’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable, rather than lashing out, talk. tell me what’s wrong okay?” he nodded, “are you mad?” you hugged him tightly, “never.” you’d been told how hard it would be for peeta, but you never expected it to be this bad.

it seemed almost everything rubbed him the wrong way.

whether it was who you sat with, talked to or even looked at. it all affected peeta. and you had no clue how to handle it. of course you loved him yet you felt suffocated. you barely saw your friends half the time, peeta seemed to be everywhere.

his shouts for you in his sleep, he couldn’t control that of course yet it seemed to drain all the energy out of you. every night, as if on cue, he’d call out for you and your personal space was kissed goodbye as you crawled into his bed to hug him. promises of safety and love directed his way.

you found relief in your showers.

you could be alone, with your own thoughts for once. no peeta. you felt guilty at times, being so miserable around your dear boyfriend who’d been through so much. but it seemed the others were slowly getting better, johanna could at least sit with other people. annie had finnick of course. but peeta seemed to be getting worse, clinging into you for dear life and simultaneously dragging you away from your friends.

but of course, he’d pushed himself into the picture. claiming he felt as if he was back in the capitol when showering alone. he needed you, you’d help wouldn’t you? what a bad girlfriend you are if you deny him. and so he chipped away at your personal space, your privacy, all infiltrated by peeta mellark.

you were with him 24/7.

and he’d never let you go.

#hunger games x reader #peeta mellark x you #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x fem!reader #peeta mellark x y/n #dark!peeta mellark x reader

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 5 months

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the winner takes it all

pairing: peeta mellark x gn!reader

wc: 890

warnings: blood and weapons mentioned. cato getting eaten by mutts (spoiler i guess). a self-sacrificing suicide (i fucking fridge someone off)

summary: there can only be one winner of the hunger games.

A/N: bread boy! lover boy! peeta mellark everyone!!!

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cato was dead.

his screams of agony mixed with the growls and snarls of the mutts ripping him apart. you and peeta peered down from above on the cornucopia, panting from the strenuous fighting while witnessing the horror below. his screams of mercy, begging to be put to his death. all you could do was watch as he finally went silent, his vocal cords ripped out by a mutt with dark brown eyes. they ran away once their prey stopped putting up a fight, disappearing into the dark woods.

a canon went off in the silent night. you and peeta are the only two left. it’s over, the hunger games were over and there were two victors.

“we won,” peeta sighed. you slowly looked over to him, a barely there smile as his eyes seemed to bring a twinkle in those swimming blue irises. “we won.” repeating it with more enthusiasm.

your own lips twitched at the corners, both of you smiling at each other as you go in for a bone-crushing hug.

arms over his shoulders while your fingers sink into his dirty blonde hair, your face buried into his neck as you deeply inhale peeta’s natural scent. peeta held you close by the waist with his palms pressing flat to your back, his breath tickling your ears as his lips left an absent kiss on your skin. “we won,” practically cried at those words. you both could go home and be happy together, get to enjoy your growing love in private.

leaning apart while moving your hands from peeta’s hair to caress his rosy cheeks, smiling so wide the apples of your cheeks ache. your eyes roamed over the scars and dirt smudging over his pale skin, how he still was your peeta mellark. still kind, selfless, and caring. your charming, handsome bread boy.

hands on his face you bring him close as you lean in so you are able to press your lips together, sighing in relief. it’s been too long since your last one, having been separated for most of the games. you could drop your guard and indulge yourself wholly into being with peeta, tasting peeta, touching peeta. it was heaven on earth.

“i love you. i love you so much.” peeta declared breathlessly, puppy eyes peering into your heart. you leaned in for another kiss, muttering against his mouth, “i love you too.” you ignored the ghostly feel of all district eyes watching this heartfelt moment, it was just the two of you in this world.

peeta helped bring you to the ground just as the sky was changing from night to day. looking to the sky thinking a helicarrier might appear from above ready to whisk you both away from this nightmare, but nothing. no peacekeepers stomping the grounds, no obnoxious trumpet flair or announcer's voice, nothing.

“we won. why- why aren’t they-” frantically looking around just as a feedback noise sounded throughout the arena. seneca crane’s voice a godly thing. “the two victor rule has been revoked. there shall only be one winner of the hunger games. may the odds be ever in your favor.”

heart dropping to your stomach, tears pooling in tired eyes, your knees gave out and you dropped to the grassy floor. the salty drops stained your cheeks and burned your tongue as a scream was ripped from your chest, head pounding in protest. you didn’t notice peeta’s arms wrapped around you until he started whispering in your ear, “it’s okay. it’s okay, you’ll win.”

and those two words made you go insane. “no! no, this- this isn’t fair! we- we won!” trying to shake peeta’s embrace off of you, panicking about the next move for either of you. someone needs to die, and it’s not gonna be peeta.

feeling for the hunting knife in your waistband you gripped the thick handle and held it at your side. peeta looked down and shakily inhaled before locking eyes with you, forcing an imitation of his lovely smile. “you deserve to win, it’s only fair.”

you steeled your nerves so that with your empty hand you could reach for peeta’s cheek like earlier and bring him back to you, capturing every last touch of him before it becomes a distant memory. the returning tear drops bullets on your skin.

“peeta mellark,” pulling away and taking a few steps back, “i’ll love you even when i’m dead.” slicing the sharp blade over your throat, causing a warm thick waterfall of your blood to flow downstream.

“no!” he rushed to your limp body, catching you and bringing you both to the ground. he cradled your upper body into his chest, pushing your sweat-soaked strains away from your face. his face was twisted in agony, something you caused to spare him any pain.

“please, please don’t leave me. i need you.” peeta’s hand fretted about your paling face, drops of dark red blood staining your mouth. “i love you. you’ll be in my dreams forever.” kissing your temple with every ounce of love he could pour into it.

your heavy eyes memorized the freckles scattered over his cheeks, the shade of green coloring peeta’s orbs, and the feel of his skin on yours. with your last breath, you were able to choke out, “forever.”

then your heart stopped.

and a canon went off.

#peeta mellark imagine #peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #peeta my beloved #thg peeta #team peeta #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark x you #peeta mellark fic #peeta mellark x gn!reader #peeta mellark x fem!reader #peeta mellark angst #the hunger games #the hunger games imagine

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bethsvrse · 2 months

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Can we ban shy!readers? please 🙏

#bethsvrse #it’s not that I don’t like them #it’s just i want more badass reader who wouldn’t be afraid to sucker punch someone #or at least someone who can talk without stuttering or blushing every second word #fanfic #text post #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #dean winchester x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #steve harrington x reader #peeta mellark x fem!reader #shy!reader #let’s ban shy!reader #steve rogers x reader

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d4yl1ghts · 18 days

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hey! so i had this idea where it’s Peeta x reader and they take a bath together. yknow just pure fluff and they take care of each other

peeta mellark x fem!reader

summary: you and peeta share a peaceful moment in the bath

warnings: nudity

A/N- this is post-mockingjay by the way

You cautiously stripped yourself of your clothing before stepping into the bath where Peeta was waiting for you. You sat in between his legs with your back pressed against his chest. Peeta pulled you closer to him. You both loved physical touch as it would remind you that you weren’t alone. It especially helped after your games.

Peeta sighed contentedly as he gently massaged your shoulders where he knew you enjoyed it. As you turned to look at him, you noticed the peaceful gaze in his blue eyes and smiled at him. You loved moments like this, when it was just the two of you intimately bonding. You reached over to place your hands in his blonde hair.

He softly kissed your lips as he lifted you onto his lap. He poured some body wash into his hands and began rubbing it onto your skin. Once he was finished, you took the bottle from him and placed it on him as you stroked it onto him.

This was a weekly thing that you and Peeta did as you both truly felt at peace.

Peeta then playfully splashed some water on you. You gave him a death stare as you pushed a massive wave of water towards him. He chuckled as you were always so dramatic but he loved it. You sprayed some at his face and he ducked your head under the water, careful not to make you swallow any.

You ripped your head up from below the surface and pushed his head down below the water but he brought you down with him. Instead of fighting, you joyously pecked his lips as he passionately kissed you back before you had to get out of the water for oxygen.

Once you were both washed, you stepped out of the bath and Peeta handed you a towel as he had gotten out before you and was already wrapped up in one. You dried yourself and got yourself a robe as you headed to your shared bedroom. Peeta was waiting for you on the bed. He put on a movie and you curled up beside him. Before long, you were fast asleep. Peeta smiled down at your sleeping form before he too was taken by sleep.

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bruisedboys · 5 months

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reader and peeta showering together after a hard day (just some innocent intimacy nothing suggestive) 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 love this man sm 😭🤞🏻🤞🏻

!!!!!! thank you for the req angel <3 this inspired me so so much! thanks for kickstarting my writing for peeta era hehe

peeta mellark x fem!reader 16+ please for non-sexual nudity. not really in universe but can read as post mockingjay if you want it to!

Peeta’s sketching on the bed when you come inside. One knee propped up with his back against the wall behind the bed, his sketchbook pressed against his thigh. His golden hair falls over his forehead, messy where he’s been too distracted by his drawing to push it back.

He looks up when you enter, smiling a bruising smile you don’t feel deserving of.

“Hey. Hey, sweetheart.” It’s alarming how quickly he sets aside his book and pencil to reach for you, as if he hadn’t been immersed in his sketching mere seconds ago. “C’mere, I missed you.”

As much as you’d like to be wrapped in his strong arms right now, you’re filthy, and he’s just changed the sheets earlier today.

“I can’t. I’m all dirty, see?” You wiggle your dirt-covered hands at him. You’ve been in the garden all afternoon. Time drifted away from you as you planted a new batch of tomato seeds. By the time you were done, the sun was setting and you hadn’t even realised. Your knees are stained dark brown and you’ve got dirt up to your elbows. “I’ll shower first, then we can cuddle. Sorry, baby.”

Peeta looks decidedly put out. You turn away from him before he can convince you any further, because you know if he looks at you like that for much longer you’ll give in. You pull fresh clothes from your side of the dresser and then move down the hallway to the bathroom.

The showers warming up and you’re starting to undress when Peeta knocks on the door. It’s unlocked, and he doesn’t have to, but he knocks anyway.

“It’s me,” he says. Who else would it be? You think. Silly man. “Can I come in?”

You pull the door open for him instead of answering. You’re halfway out of your clothes but it doesn’t phase him. Sure, he looks, but not for long, and not in a way that would suggest anything other than affection.

“Hey,” he says. He pushes the door closed behind him. The shower runs in the background, a peaceful thrum. “Do you mind if I join you? You can say no.”

You huff a soft laugh. He should know by now that saying no to him is a near impossible feat. “Yeah, of course. I don’t mind.”

You finish undressing quickly, eager to be clean and warm. Peeta leaves to get fresh towels while you hop in under the hot spray. The majority of the dirt on your skin has been rinsed by the time he gets back. You hear him moving around the bathroom for a minute or so before he pulls the shower curtain aside. You let him in, moving aside to make space for him. It’s tight, but it’s not uncomfortable. Weirdly, it’s almost a perfect fit for the two of you.

Peeta moves under the shower head and the water quickly drenches one half of his hair and one of his shoulders. His big hand slides over your hip and he carefully moves you into a position where you’ve both got equal spray.

“Hi,” he says, smiling. He’s so close you could count his freckles, each light brown spot scattered across his collarbones.

“Hello,” you say back. His thumb rubs your hipbone, up down, up down. “Is it too warm?”

“No, it’s perfect.”

You smile and touch your palm to his cheek. “You okay?” You’re not asking because he seems out of sorts. You’re asking because you want to know, and if he’s not he’ll tell you. He does the same for you. It’s just how you love each other.

Peeta nods. “Yeah, I’m okay. How did your gardening go?”

You beam. You love that he cares about what you care about. “Good. We’ll have tomatoes growing out of our ears by summer, I think.”

Peeta laughs. It’s a brilliant sound that bounces off the shower walls and warms your chest. “Awesome,” he grins. Then, “Hey, you’ve got dirt under your ear.” He reaches behind you to grab the flannel hanging on the shower caddy. “Look that way for me?”

He holds you still with a hand at your jaw and rubs the dirt from your skin so gently you barely feel it. His touch is like a magnet — you’re drawn to it over and over again, no matter how generously he gives it to you. When he asks if he can wash your hair, you’d be crazy if you said no.

“Yeah, please,” you tell him, past caring how desperate and needing of his touch and love you are. He knows, anyway.

Peeta turns you by the hips so your back is to him, then gently tilts your head backwards. You hand him your shampoo and he squeezes a dollop onto his hands, rubbing his palms together before spreading the bubbles over the top of your head. He’s very, very gentle with it, much more than you’ve ever been, massaging the soapy, sweet-smelling bubbles into your hair, fingers rubbing circles onto your scalp. His dedicated touch, along with the gentle thrum and warmth of the shower spray, is enough to almost put you to sleep.

“Okay, you can rise now,” Peeta speaks up. His tone is soft and you suspect he’s noticed your sleepiness. He gets very soft with you when you’re tired. “Shut your eyes, please.”

You do as he says and he directs you under the spray. He holds a hand over your forehead like a barrier so the bubbles can’t escape and sneak into your closed eyes. The action in itself makes your chest ache. He cares more than you could ever comprehend.

When he’s done rinsing you finish scrubbing the dirt from your knees, your elbows. Peeta washes his own hair, and you help him rinse the same way he did for you.

“Thank you, angel,” he says. Warm water and soapy bubbles stream over his shoulders, his neck. His eyelashes are wet, clinging to each other in sparkly triangles. He dips down and kisses your shoulder, then your cheek. “Love you.”

You beam. You love him more than anything. You get on your toes to kiss him properly, a warm press of your mouth on his, a promise for more of the same later, when you’re clean and dry and fed. “Love you too, Peeta.”

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lovekendri · 1 year

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kids forever | peeta mellark

peeta mellark x fem!reader

request: may i request peeta x fem!reader fluff? just sweet friends to lovers, fake dating is always welcomed too!!

i absolutely love this! i literally wrote this at 2 am because i was in need of some peeta too. i hope this is what you're looking for, and i love writing requests, so keep them coming! ♡

summary: you realize you're in love with your childhood best friend while you try to stifle him with a pillow.

cw: tooth rotting fluff, shy!reader

wc: 1.8k

type: ❀

"Kids, time for dinner!" your mother called out, peeking her head out of the door, the setting summer sun beginning to burn your cheeks.

"Coming!" you yelled back, grabbing Peeta's hand. He dropped his chalk on the rough, pothole covered ground and followed behind you, his feet dragging on gravel.

You pushed open the screen door of your little cozy home, sunlight shining through the freshly washed windows, yellow summer glows and pink burnt cheeks on all of your family.

You pulled out a chair at your old, tethered wooden table, ready to enjoy your mother's delicious dinner, fresh chicken from the market, roasted carrots, fresh berries, and carrot cake for dessert. The dinner was special for tonight, as Peeta had come over and your father was paid at work.

"You guys dating yet?" your father joked, sitting down and taking a bite out of his chicken.

"Dad!" you whined, "We're only 7! He has cooties," you pouted, crossing your arms and giving your mother a pleading look to stop your father's teasing.

"Now, now, Mark, let's not give her ideas," your mother said, winking at you and sitting down to eat her own delicious dinner.

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"Peeta!" you shrieked, running down the hall to your room from the feathery pillow gripped in his hands, sliding on your socks as you slid around the corner. You jumped on your bed, holding your smaller pillow up in defense from his aggressive whack, trying to fight him off by kicking your feet.

"That's not fair! You can't kick!" he yelled back, smacking you repeatedly with the pillow, sending small feathers flying out of the pillow.

"You always did when you were a kid!" you shrieked back, finally landing a kick on his forearm.

"Ow!" he yelled, dropping the pillow and jumping onto the bed with you, taking your pillow and trying to smother your face with it, his full body weight on top of you while he struggled against your arms to push it onto your face.

"Ew! Mom, look at them! They're wrestling on the bed!" your little sister yelled from outside the door, Peeta stopped dead in his tracks and looked at you, his jaw dropped, your expression mirroring the exact same.

"Kids! I will not be a grandmother to two sixteen year olds!" your mom yelled from the kitchen, coming down the hallway with a basket of freshly dried laundry.

"Mom, we're pillow fighting, like we did as kids!" you said, frowning as she walked into the doorway.

Peeta was still on top of you, pillow half pushed onto your face, and your mother gave you a look of 'really'.

You nudged Peeta off of you, getting off of your bed to go talk to your mom.

"Just because we're teenagers now doesn't mean we're going to do anything, mom," you said. "Let us hang out."

Your mother sighed, a smile creeping up on her lips as she switched the hip the laundry basket sat on, looking at you.

"Behave."

You shut your door the second she turned away, jumping onto Peeta and tackling him with the pillow that he tried to smother you with. You fought hard, his arms a lot stronger than they used to be, his body a lot bigger and much taller. In good ways, of course. They made him look older, more attractive.

Wait, why were you talking about your best friend like that?

The yelling and laughing stopped as you paused again, staring at Peeta like a deer in headlights.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, his eyebrows knitting together in concern as you went quiet.

"Yeah, I just need to use the bathroom," you lied, immediately hopping off of him and rushing down the hall to the bathroom.

You slammed and locked the door, turning your back and sliding down against the wall.

You began to think about him, the way his muscles moved when he fought you, the way his arms strained against your body weight when you'd try to shove him over as you did as kids, how tall he had gotten. You thought about his broader shoulders, his longer hair, his defined jaw, and his beautiful blue eyes. His eyes had stayed the same, but carried so much maturity. The boy who carried so much of your childhood had changed, he was much more attractive and unspeakably amazing to look at. You thought again, over how attractive he had become. You thought once more about his arms, the thick biceps he had developed, able to throw you over his shoulder when you'd try to run from him in the square.

Your best friend had grown up.

You wondered if he thought about you like this, but you knew he couldn't. You were falling in love with your best friend, something that couldn't happen. Friends since forever, never more than that. He was only that cute blonde boy you met one day in the square with your family when you were six, the baker's boy, the goody-two-shoes who made bread for your mother's dishes.

You knew your friendship was all fun and games, there had never been any more than platonic love in your relationship, a shared love for one another that was unspeakable. Like a brother.

Now, it was different.

You were looking at him like a partner, like someone you'd see in your future, more than just a friend.

You felt love.

Not just the family love you felt to people like your mother and father, or your sister, real love.

You were in love with Peeta Mellark.

Your childhood best friend, your favorite cookie maker, your brother from another mother, your chalk buddy. Yours.

You sat on the floor for almost another twenty minutes, contemplating on whether or not you should just tell him, tell him how you're thinking, tell him what you're feeling. Tell him that you love him.

You figured he was growing concerned anyways, so you took a deep breath before unlocking the bathroom door once more.

You walked down the hallway quietly, peeking your head into your room and seeing Peeta still laying on your bed in his sweatshirt and jeans, playing with a feather that had flown out of a pillow.

"Peeta?" you murmured, his head snapping up immediately to you in severe concern.

He hopped off your bed immediately, coming up to you swiftly and grabbing your hand.

Your body erupted in butterflies, your face raising a rosy tint.

"Are you okay?" he asked, covering your hand totally with his.

"I'm okay," you said quietly, looking down to hide the blush on your cheeks. "Can I talk to you?" you croaked out.

"Of course, what–"

You shushed him, still holding his hand and leading him to come sit on the bed once more.

He sat down next to you, layers of concern still growing on his face as you sat down, scooting far enough on the bed to cross your legs underneath you. You sat quietly for a few moments, looking down at your lap as you figured out a way to say it.

"I need to tell you something. I don't want to ruin our friendship," you whispered quietly, now realizing that what you believe is out, and your throat began to burn at the thought of losing him because of your stupid love for him.

You began to play with his fingers in your lap, too afraid to let go. Peeta moved to sit the same way as you did, his body turned toward you.

"You can tell me anything," he said, placing his other hand on your knee.

You took a deep inhale and a quiet exhale, sitting quietly for another few moments.

"I like you," you paused. "And not just the like you like a friend, like– like like you, like– love you,"

You didn't dare to look up to him, too afraid to see the expression on his face, whether it was fear or hurt or disgust. All were terrible. He was dead silent, and tears began to well in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it–" you began, until his hand moved swiftly from your knee to your lips, pushing your chin to look at him.

"I love you too," he whispered, his beautiful blue eyes searching yours for happiness, for an emotion of something for reassurance.

"You do?" you asked, your jaw falling open slightly in surprise.

"Of course I do, I've always liked you. I've liked you since the day I saw you in the square, little six year old me. I've liked you since I watched you learn how to draw a flower with the silly pink chalk your dad would give you. Since you learned how to ride a bike, since we had our first dinner together. I've liked you since the day I taught you how to make bread, and how to frost a cookie. I've liked you since you met my mother and made fun of me all night for my taste in food choices, I've liked you since the first night we watched the stars together."

Your jaw dropped more in awe, staring at him as tears coated with happiness filled your eyes.

"I've loved you since the day I laid eyes on you."

The tears finally fell, and you threw yourself against Peeta, sobs of happiness racking your body as his arms flung around you, squeezing you tight against him like he wouldn't let anyone take you from him.

"Don't cry, you'll make me feel bad," he laughed, you could hear the cracks of tears in his voice.

"You shouldn't cry!" you said, pulling out of his embrace and looking up at him, a tear slowly falling down his cheek. You took your hand, shaking a little, and wiped the salty water off of his face.

You couldn't help but give him a small peck on the lips.

"Woah," he said. "That is so different from when I kissed you on accident when we were eight."

You laughed, truly laughed, your hand still holding his face from wiping his tears.

"I know."

The night outside finally grew dark, though it wasn't entirely late, it was late enough to go to sleep.

"Would you...stay with me tonight?" you whispered, fiddling with his hand. "Maybe...cuddle?"

"You don't have to ask twice," he smiled.

Your face lit up, pulling him by the shoulder and slamming down into your bed, snuggling up close to his body, engulfed by his arm and tight against his chest. He held you close, the sound of his still racing heartbeat making you giggle quietly. You pushed your leg on top of his, wrapping your arms around his neck and snuggling into the warmth once more.

"Can I say it just one more time?" he asked, squeezing you playfully.

"Not if I do first," you giggled.

"I love you," he said, wrapping his other arm around your back to hold you closer.

"I love you too, Peeta."

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never again.

Billy (burn movie) x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

Summary: your boyfriend hasn't been calling or messaging you and you're starting to worry.

A/N: I'm new!! I don't usually write and haven't in yearsss so I hope this is alright!

CW: swearing, MELINDA!!, mention of getting drugged & rape:(

No calls. No messages. It's been about 4 hours now, and you're starting to worry at this point.

You knew your boyfriend was going to rob a gas station tonight since he was in trouble with some bikers and needed to pay off a debt and the gas station was his easiest target. You insisted that he take you just as a guard, but he refused. He didn't want you to be unsafe, regardless of you wanting to help him. He wouldn't allow it.

So here you are sitting impatiently and worried waiting for him to get in contact with you somehow. You've done nothing but worry the whole night, but you thought he'd call at this point.

"Screw it." you say under your breath as you get up, having enough. You had to go find him.

What if he's in trouble? You thought.

You look out the window. It was mid-December and it was snowing. You make sure to grab a coat, then grab your purse and keys and head out the door. Feeling the wind blow right at your face as you turn around, locking the door behind you.

You carefully step down the stairs, making sure not to slip on the icy ground. You get to your car, unlock it, and get in. You start the car, waiting for it to heat up before leaving.

After a few minutes, you start to back up, heading to the gas station he told you about. Praying to god he's there and okay, but it's not like him to not call or message you since he knows you will start to worry.

You look out the window of your car, the roads were pretty empty but nothing new in this town.

It's usually like this, especially late at night. You finally start to see the lights of the gas station.

You hoped, at least.

And you're right it's the gas station you look around and see his car still parked, so you park your car right next to his and take your keys out of the ignition.

You grab your purse, put your keys in, open your car door, and get out, Taking a pocket knife out of your purse Billy insisted you bring with you anytime you're alone, and you put it in your back pocket and make sure your coat is covering it in your pocket to not be suspicious.

You wrap your purse around your body. Finally walking up to the door of the gas station, snow crunching under each step you make. You try to open the door and are immediately greeted by a woman with short brown hair, unlocking the door.

Why was it locked in the first place? You thought.

"Hello." The woman greets you with a smile, almost unsettling, like it was fake.

"Hi…" you look down at her name tag, "Melinda."

You say with a small smile back.

"How can I help you? We… Are out of coffee if that's what you're looking for." Melinda says.

You shake your head. "That's okay. I wasn't. I was just…wanting to look around, I guess."

Melinda nods and heads over to the cashier, giving you privacy.

She was odd, you won't lie like something was wrong. You look around, not really looking for anything in particular but your boyfriend. You had to at least get something, so you just pick out some random candy and head over to the cashier.

You smile and put the candy on the counter.

"Is that all?" Melinda asks.

"Yes, thank you." You look to the side and see a bathroom

"Actually, I'll go to the bathroom too. I'll be right back, Here's the money for the candy." You say, holding out the money and give it to her, then head to the side of the store before she could respond.

You walk down the hall and open the bathroom door. It was surprisingly clean. You quickly use the bathroom and wash your hands, heading out the door.

You see Melinda outside brushing the ground you're assuming getting the ice off the ground for safety and right as you're about to head back to the front of the store you hear a cry of something or someone…in a storage room at least that's what you think it is.

You walk towards the room slowly. And put your ear to the door seeing if you could hear it again and surely enough you do, but it was more prominent this time, making you slowly open the door.

The lights were off in the room, which was strange. You struggle trying to find the light switch, when you finally do, you're shocked to the core. Your boyfriend is on the floor hunched over, tied to a chair with tape around his arms, mouth, and eyes.

"Billy?" You gasp. Heading over to him and touch him gently and he flinches. Your face saddens.

"Billy, it's okay. It's me." You say gently and take the tape carefully off his eyes and mouth. He squints his eyes with the lights on.

"Baby?" He questions, his vision still blurry.

"It's me. You're alright." You say and caress his cheek softly, and he doesn't flinch this time.

"Y/n, we have to get out of here." He says in a very serious tone.

"Billy, what happened?" You look at him, helping him up in the chair.

"Baby, I will explain. We just need to leave." He tells you.

You nod, get the pocket knife out of your back pocket and start to cut off the tape around his arms. After you're done you help him up, he loses his footing a little from being tied up, but you hold onto him and look at his face closely and your heart breaks, Half of his face is red from being burnt by something, and a gash by his temple with dried blood. You gently touch it and he jumps back slightly

"I'm sorry,” you say, removing your hand.

"It's okay." He says with a small smile.

You look around the room to find something to wipe it and when you turn around, you see a body wrapped in a tarp, and you gasp, putting your hand over your mouth.

Billy notices and grabs your waist and turns you around so you can't see it anymore.

"You weren't supposed to see that." He says.

"Billy… What happened? Seriously." You ask, wanting an explanation for all this.

Billy sighs and nods.

"Ok."

"That woman outside is crazy," He starts.

"Melinda?" you ask.

He nods and continues, "I demanded the money with my gun… but I wasn't gonna hurt anyone. You know this."

You nod, understanding.

He continues, "And so when they gave me some of the money they had in the cashier, She… Melinda. Said she could get the safe open where even more money was, I agreed, and she came back with all the money and asked if she could come with me… Which was the oddest shit ever, like I'm robbing you, and you want to come with me?" He laughs slightly.

You can't help but laugh a little, too.

"And I said no, and she immediately got hurt and wouldn't give me my bag back. I had to fight for it. I didn't mean to hurt her, she just pissed me off. And as I was about to leave the store, this one…"

He points at the dead body in the bag.

"Really pissed me off, tempting me, so I did lose my temper a little…”

And you raise your brow at him.

"Okay. Maybe more than a little… But anyway, I brought her in here to teach her how to respectfully talk to people. And Melinda came in here and threw hot coffee all over my face and made me… Shoot her, I didn't mean to shoot her, okay?”

You nod, believing him he may have some problems, but he'd never shoot anyone.

"Then hit me in the head with something... I couldn't see it. And I woke up tied to that chair… with Melinda cleaning up the blood from the body and already wrapped her up. After she got me up, I asked her for some Advil since this shit hurts."

He points to his face.

"And she came back with Advil but something else too, and I didn't realize until my body started to feel weird. She… Uh- she drugged me and tried to rape me…" He says, looking down now.

"What?!" You said louder than you expected and immediately covered your mouth.

"But I was able to kick her off and stand, and I ran at her, but then I hit my head, I think, on the lockers over there, and got knocked out." He says.

"I'm going to kill her." You say with anger.

"Baby, I'm okay now… you're here. It's okay, let's just get out of here." He begs.

"We- I… can't just let her get away with this!" You yell quietly, not directly at him of course but just in general from anger, how dare someone do this and think they can get away with it?

"Ok. Ok. What do you wanna do?" He asks.

You think for a minute.

And you come up with the craziest idea, even you’re shocked, but you’re angry as hell.

“We could burn down the place.” You say so seriously.

He laughs a bit, “Really?”

You look up at him, “What? Billy, there’s evidence that you were here everywhere. The gun has your fingerprints,”

He nods, understanding your point.

“Where is your gun anyway?” You ask.

“Shit. Melinda must’ve got it. Damn it.” He says in a panic

“It’s okay.” You reassure him.

You look around, eyes landing on the electric box, turning around to Billy.

“This gas stations, security lock the front door if we turn off the electricity, Right?” You ask.

“Yeah, I think so.“ Billy says.

“Okay then, this is the first part of our plan.” You say, pulling down the lever and turning off the electricity and everything goes dark, Billy immediately grabs your waist so he knows you're by him.

“Let’s go.” He says, holding your hand and head out of the storage room as quietly as possible.

You both tip-toe to the front of the store and hear rustling around the store, you see short brown hair and immediately stop. Anger overtaking you.

“Melinda! Get up!” You yell.

She gets up slowly and hides behind a rack of junk food, scared to death.

You walk towards her and are right in front of her now with Billy beside you.

“You bitch!” You slap her.

She immediately hits the ground like you killed her or something, oh just you wait... you thought.

“Did you really think you were just gonna get away with this?” You yell at her.

“Please! I didn’t mean to hurt anyone!” She pleads.

“Oh really? Then why did you do it?” You ask angrily.

“I swear, I didn’t know he had a girlfriend!” She says.

You were about to talk, but Billy cuts in, “Yeah, you did! I told you when your crazy ass, asked to leave with me!”

“Please! Don’t hurt me!” She begs.

You almost feel sorry for her. Almost.

Then a guy comes up to the front door and starts yelling for Melinda, she immediately gets up, running to the front trying to get his help.

Billy grabs your hand, pulls you to the back again, and heads out through a side door to the outside. Once you’re outside you try to catch your breath from yelling at Melinda, Honestly, the cold weather felt good from the heat you felt since you locked eyes with her now.

“We’re not leaving yet, I just have a new plan too.” Billy tells you.

You nod in response.

“First, let’s cover up this door.” He says.

You both move the dumpster in front of it and some other stuff you could get, making sure Melinda would be stuck at least for a while in the store.

Then, You both run to his car, get in, and turn on the car. Driving out of the parking lot and go to the other side where you drive into the gas station.

“Baby, you might want to look away and put your seatbelt on…” He tells you.

You look at him worried but do as he says. Locking your seatbelt in and close your eyes.

He starts to drive again and this time you feel the force of the car going fast, and you hold onto your seat with your eyes still closed.

You jolt forward when he runs right into the store, shattering the front door’s windows. He backs up a little again.

“You okay?” He asks with worry in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?” You ask.

He nods.

You both head back into the store, glass crunching under your feet, and Melinda is nowhere to be found. You look around, the smell of gasoline is very strong, and realize it’s all over everything.

You look at Billy. He gives you back the same look.

Did she have the same plan as us? You thought.

“Melinda!” Billy yells this time.

No answer.

“Melinda!” He yells again.

She bolts up, a scared expression on her face.

“The money’s right there on the counter, please, just take it and leave.” She pleads.

You both slowly head to the counter. And she speaks up again.

“I’m sorry. I really am, I didn’t mean for all this to happen.”

You want to roll your eyes, but you bit that back. Billy reaches for the bag and checks the money, then realizes something. He looks back at her.

“You were gonna take the fucking money and run, weren’t you?”

She doesn’t even hesitate to say yes.

“Yes, I just thought you were dead, but it’s all there, I promise.”

He sees his gun and grabs it, shaking the gasoline off.

“Oh, and your gun, don’t forget that.” She says.

He laughs slightly at her idiotic comments.

“Look, the police are gonna be here any minute.”

His smile drops, and you immediately look at each other.

“What?” You say.

“You, you called the police?” He asks.

“Yes, but you can still leave, you have time.” She says.

“You can just leave...” Her voice breaking more and more as she speaks.

“This didn’t have to be complicated, Melinda.” Billy says.

“I know... But-“ she starts...

“No buts! You knew what you were doing!” You yell at her.

She starts crying more. Pathetic you think.

“What, what are you gonna tell the cops when they get here?” He asks.

“Are you gonna tell them about me?”

“Are you gonna tell them about you?” He says in a more mean tone.

And as he was saying all this, Melinda being distracted, you slowly backed up and looked for the lighters. Getting an idea.

“I’ll tell the truth.” She cries.

You finally found a lighter.

“All of it.” She continues.

“The truth. Hm, no.” Billy says.

You get by Billy again.

“That’s not gonna be enough. Not after what you did.” He continues and raises his gun.

And Melinda ducks behind a rack, but you stop him before he pulls the trigger.

“Stop! The gasoline!” You yell, throwing the gun out of his hand.

“Let’s go!” You pull him out of the store.

“What about Melinda?” He questions.

You pull the lighter out, flick the lighter on and throw it into the gas station and run backwards, seeing the flames immediately light up. You hear Melinda start screaming. And you almost feel sorry again. But She deserved this.

You both walk a few feet from the gas station.

“Now, when did you get that lighter?” He asks, clearly impressed.

“When you guys were talking.” You say.

“I’m impressed.” He grins.

“Thank you.” You smile and turn towards him, and he puts his hands around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Promise me, if you ever go do something crazy like this again… You’ll bring me.” You say, cradling his face.

He hesitates for a moment but nods.

“Okay.” He smiles.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for the first few hours.. then that wouldn’t have happened to you...” you say, your face dropping.

“Hey, that’s not your fault.” He says, lifting your chin to look him in the eyes again.

“I know, but I wanted to be here with you.” You say.

“Hopefully I’ll never have to do this again, but if I do, I promise I’ll take you.” He says and gives you a sweet kiss, which you gladly accept.

“Now let’s go deliver this money.” He says grabbing your hand and get to your car which was parked right by his.

Never again, are you letting your boyfriend go to these crazy places alone like this again, even if he refused for you to go. Never again.

A/N: AHHH!!!! I hope this is alright. I'm not a writer by any means, but this idea has been on my mind since I finished watching Burn. We deserved this ending with Melinda dying!!! So, I hope you guys like this. PLEASEEE tell me what you think!!! <3

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