#PEETAAAA

[uncertainwallflower]

hi, I'm a Peeta fan.

*takes deep breath*

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?

*shoves the video into ur face*

Hunger Games - Deleted Scenes and Outtakes (SPOOF) - YouTube

I have not and will be watching immediately!

[lingeringscars]

If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me

[tired-twili]

Finally just watched the first hunger games and omg I feel so bad for peetaaaa.

I felt bad for him in the books but I feel like they emphasize the whole "katniss is going to win" thing. Like, nobody was encouraging him, they only toasted katniss after the scores came out, the careers only wanted him to get to katniss (yeah that happens in the book too) and afterwards the look he gives katniss when they return to 12 AHHHDNCJDJKEIEISIKS

IM NOT OK

[kiikix]

About me 💋

I’m a just a french girl who need to react to every event of his life. And tumblr is the best to do it !!!

ps : I’m still learning English, so don't hesitate to correct me if I make mistakes !!! ☺️

🍓 My favorite artists

American artists :

Ariana Grande, SZA, Kali Uchis, Raye, Rhianna, Mélanie Martinez, Lady gaga, Drake, Childish Gambino,

French artists :

Damso, PNL, MZ, Luidji, Tsew the kid, Hellcat, Stromae

🍓 My favorite movies

- Hunger games, the best of all time, I’ve loved this movie since I was born !! ( TEAM PEETAAAA )

- White chicks, I can to die of laughter when I see this masterclass

- Mathilda, all children should watch it

🍓 Hobbies

- photography

- writing and reading

- football, I’m just watching

- clothes and snickers

- makeup and skincare

That’s it, I think I’ve been around !!! 🪩

If you have any questions don’t hesitate to come and talk to me !! ��

Love u guys and see you soon

Kiss kiss 🍓

[metalst]

OHHHH Peetaaaa look at yew with ya ask box open, wear ya sunscreen and call ya motha we’re havin her over for dinner on tuessday

Heheheh good call on that Lois. Do you remember the time we went to that seafood place after the beach and they mistook me for a lobster?

*insert cutaway gag here*

Anyways I’m telling that bitch I don’t wanna see her

[sapphiredhearts-a]

“ i would have died if it wasn't for you. “ { peetaaaa }

the smoke has cleared from the area - literally and figuratively . soon a hoverplane would be there to whisk them back to the safety of district thirteen where the medical team could tend to all of the wounds . he had a scratch down his cheek but the blood has dried and other than some aches and pains he has mostly escaped unscathed . he wouldn't have a wound at all if he had rushed into the building lay out for them by those in charge before coming . but he had hesitated when he hadn't seen emma and eventually had gone back for her . looking down into her eyes now , he found he didn't regret his decision at all . ' nah , you're tough you would have been fine . ' he is lying , they both know it . but he can't quite get himself to admit to the danger they were in . or the fact that if he had been a few seconds later he would be mourning her instead of cradling her to his chest at they waited for their getaway transport . he ducks his head after a moment , lips brushing her ear as he whispers . ' i am glad you're okay . '

[lanfan]

I might…I might kill my peetaaaa, not the best idea, quagmire and joe are next how’d I get here

[sparkle-glitter-poet]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PEETAAAA

hii! could you do peeta melark x reader? just some domestic sunday morning cuddling :) thanks so much!

'cause it's gravity, keeping you with me

peeta mellark x reader | word count : 0.9k | requested

a/n : hii!! to be honest, i wasn't really sure on how to write this so i'm really sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind, but i tried my best, and i hope you'll enjoy reading it either way! :) thank you for the request < 33 (also yes, i know the picture i chose doesn’t quite match the theme of this fic but look at him!! and look at that golden light on his face!!!)

contains : baddd writing. fluff -> soft intimacy!! but a bit of angst too if you squint. you know, longings and a sense of vulnerability. feelings of hopelessness and despair in the past. let me know if there's more!

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the soft morning sun drifted its way to your face, resting its warm light against your closed eyes. you were just about to give yourself an excuse to sleep in a bit later before you subconsciously remembered that, today is a sunday. no business in waking up early then, you thought, as you pulled the blanket closer.

you shifted a bit and shuffled in closer to peeta’s body next to you. His breathing met at the same pace as yours and his heartbeat the same thrum as the one you had going.

peeta mellark. you knew it was silly to dwell on what could have and would have, but every day, each morning, as you woke up to his comforting presence next to you, you couldn’t help but wonder, what would your life have become, if he hadn’t been there to keep it going?

the war had destroyed everything, leaving trails of loss in its path, wider than the land itself. you didn’t know what you would have done, if you hadn’t seen him again. if he hadn’t come back to your life and reminded you that there were still reasons to live and try to heal for.

and every day you woke up feeling more grateful than the day before.

you didn’t know if an hour had passed, or had it been merely minutes later, when you felt peeta’s arms on your waist, pulling you back onto his chest, engulfing you in more of his warmth, his comfort. his head nested on the crook of your neck, his messy golden blonde hair on your cheek.

in response and out of habit, you brought your hands to his curls, smoothing them softly.

“y/n, sweetheart?” he muttered, and you could feel his lips on your shoulder, sending vibrations onto your skin and bone. it was crazy how he could still make your heart skipped a beat like it was the first time.

“hm?” you responded, still not ready to part with sleep too much to say anything else.

his lips lost touch with your skin and moved on to your ear, whispering, “turn around, look at me please.” 

and so you slowly did. with your eyes still refusing to open, you felt his fingers playing with your hair, pulling them off your forehead. 

“morning, sleepyhead.” he chuckled, and you could tell that he was playfully rolling his eyes. he kissed your temple slowly, and you let your eyes flutter open. 

rubbing your eyes in an effort to erase the sleep out of them, you mumbled, “how are you already awake? it’s sunday.”

“old habits die hard,” he’d answered before you felt his hands on your wrists, stroking them softly with his thumbs. 

you placed your arms around his chest, and as if on cue, he pulled you closer to him, earning him a soft sigh. “do you think it’s physically possible for us to get any closer?” he wondered aloud with a way too cute smile on his face.

still not entirely conscious, you muttered without thinking, “maybe once our bodies have withered into skeletons." oh, you caught yourself. “oh wait, that's dark.” 

he let out a light laugh at your scrunched up eyebrows. “i love you.” 

you looked up at him, into his deep beautiful blue eyes. his eyelashes are so long. “i love you too, peet.” 

and you did, you really did. you told him that everyday, but you never did think it was enough. it was so dramatic to actually utter it, but you truly didn’t think there was enough variety in the english dictionary to fully capture this. this thing that passed between you and him.

as if hearing your quiet thoughts, maybe your eyes had displayed a moment of fragility in them, he responded saying, “i know, love, i know.” 

the grip on your waist held on tighter, like it was scared if it faltered, then it would lose. you mirrored his gesture and snuggled your head further into his chest, the top of your head touching his chin. 

“you want to get some breakfast?” he mumbled into your tousled hair. 

you thought about it for a second, but then shook your head. you looked up at him, a wide smile etched onto your face. “no, i’m good here.” 

you didn’t want to leave this yet, this sacred place. one where you could feel his signs of life all around you, one where you could shut the entire world all around you and its bleak reality and made it only consist of you and him. peeta mellark. 

was it possible to fall further in love with the same person every time you heard his name in your head? was it possible to have the same name echoed through your head over and over like a promise?

you saw his lips formed into a bigger smile, his fingers played with the strands of your hair. 

maybe you knew, maybe you didn’t, but all he could think about  at this very moment was how he had gotten so lucky. to have you here beside him, letting him love you and and letting him show it to you. he looked at your face, with that big smile on it, eyes still bleary from sleep. you were so beautiful, my god. 

he nodded, agreed. he didn’t want to leave too. if he could stay here forever, he would. it would be like having lived a lifetime itself, he thought. “yeah, me too." he said softly as he planted a kiss on your forehead. 

[greasyslug]

RAHHHH I’m rereading the hunger games. And watching the movie right now since I finished the first book. And PEETAAAA PEETA!!!!! GOD his realization that Katniss was playing pretend for the games. And he’s actually in love :( :( :(

[geekbetweenthelines]

Peetaaaa. 🥺 Our new episode discusses Peeta's hijacking and Katniss grieving him.

We also talk about Prim standing up to Plutarch, District 2's + Chinese mining history, and even some cute fanfic ideas! And let's not forget the POVs of Delly, Prim, and Sejanus (yes, of course I bring him in).

🎧 Listen on your podcast app, via our biolink, or at: bit.ly/mockingjay-podcast

💭 What do you think about #Peeta’s hijacking?

📷 Fanart by chibi-rina is of as Peeta Mellark in Mockingjay. He sits, glaring and strapped to a chair in District 13. Source: https://www.deviantart.com/chibi-rina/art/The-odds-are-never-in-our-favor-421653753

[samantha-is-blogging]

Keep thinking your icon is Lois griffin on my feed

PETAAAA I’M LOOKING FOR SKY EGGS FOR BUNNY DAY PEETAAAA!

[nightwhispcrs]

"hmmm , does that mean you have a gift for me too ?" katniss asked with a teasing wiggle of her eyebrows , though peeta probably didn't notice with his face to her neck . "but i'm curious now , peetaaaa ..." he probably got them something perfect . peeta was sentimental and amazing like that .

Running one of his hands through their hair, Peeta just looked at Katniss with a smile on his face. When he felt them peck his lips, he chuckled and kissed her cheek. "It's okay, Katniss. We can open presents later. Let's just stay in bed for a little bit longer" he mumbled against their neck.

[everlarkficexchange]

Never been kissed

Written by: @thegirlfromoverthepond

Prompt 8: Hi! So excited this is happening! Here’s my prompt - Practice kissing - (BFFs, 16ish) Peeta gets a first date and admits to Katniss he’s never kissed a girl and he’s nervous. She offers to help him learn after telling him she hasn’t been kissed, either. It’s magical! I’d like Peeta to go on the date and realize he doesn’t want to kiss anyone but Katniss. ;) Thanks Javi for organizing this!! 😘 by @peetabreadgirl.

Rating : T

My deepest thanks to tanb for her beta skills :)

“You’re sure about this, Katniss? Like really sure?”

She stopped dead in her tracks. It took Peeta a second to realize he was still walking when she, well, wasn’t anymore.

“You’re starting to get annoying, Mellark. When exactly did I come back on my word?”

The answer is never. Peeta knew it. Katniss knew it. More importantly, Katniss knew that Peeta knew she never backed up on anything. Not even that time when they were ten and he challenged her to kiss a frog.

“I know… it’s just… I don’t know.”

“Peeta Mellark doesn’t know? Must be a first!” Katniss laughed at her best friend, before she started walking again, lacing her arm through his as she passed nearby. “So, your place or mine?”

“Yours, definitely. We don’t want Steve or Phil interfering. Remember last time?”

“Hell yes. I’ll never forgive Steve for making me lose on the Rainbow Road.” She could feel her scowl coming back as the memories invaded her brain. “Next time I’ll -”

“I know, Kat, I know, you’ll shoot an arrow at his head. Because that’s believable.”

“As long as it scares him….”

“I think it’s the thought of you holding a bow that would scare him more …”

“Good.” Katniss smirked as they took the last turn to her house on Seam Lane. “So, will you tell me who’s the girl?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because?”

“Peetaaaa…..”

“Look, if I promise to tell you after, is it okay? And does it matter anyways?”

“You’re my best friend, Peeta ! Of course it matters to me who you’re dating ! I just hope it’s not Glimmer or Cashmere - they’ve had their eyes on you for so long …”

“Have they ? Interesting….” Peeta teased. “I swear it’s not them.”

“Good. then you’ll tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

Peeta nodded at Katniss, just before she turned from him to climb the steps to the porch of the Everdeen’s house, opening the doors for them.

“Okay, so, where do you want to do it?” she asked as Peeta went through the door, into the familiar living room.

“Hum, I don’t know… what’s the risk of getting caught?”

“Fifty-fifty. But the third stairs cracks - so it might give us time, just in case…”

“Your room, then.”  Peeta said, raking his hand in his hair, a sign even he recognized as nervousness.

They climbed the stairs that led to the first floor, taking the familiar path towards Katniss’s room, second door on the right.

She let her satchel fall to the floor, where it found its usual place, against the desk’s side while she walked towards her bed, carefully sitting on it.

All the while, Peeta remained in the entrance of the room, as if he’d never been inside.

“Come on, Peeta let’s do this….”

He could have sworn Katniss’s voice had an edge to it, something that made it tremble a little.

Sighing a little, he came in, letting his own satchel fall to the floor as he joined Katniss on the bed.

“So, well, I mean…” He started to babble, looking at everywhere but his best friend sitting next to him. He took a deep breath, willing his nerves to calm down before trying to explain himself again. “I mean, well, how do we do-”

Katniss’ lips on his silenced him. Warm and chapped, they lingered on his for a few more seconds before she pulled away.

But he wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet. He wanted to know how it felt to kiss Katniss Everdeen. Really kiss her.

He had wanted to know for a long time, honestly.

She had her eyes closed when he leaned into her.

He took his time, relinquishing in the moment, taking every single detail into account - the smell of her skin, something both woodsy and sweet, the silk of her hair as a loose strand fell onto his cheek, the feel of her cheek on his, sliding until nose brushed nose, until lips met lips.

It took all he had in him to not moan the second he felt her respond to him, pressing herself closer.

Until there wasn’t any space between them.

Until she moved her head, turning slightly, giving him more access in the process. He wanted to kiss her chin, her jaw, the brow over her eye, linger under her ear.

He knew though, he only had this kiss. She had agreed to be his first kiss - and he knew he was hers.

But that was all she was willing to give him now. A few seconds. He had every intention to use all of them.

He lingered, savoring the taste of her lips, of the raspberry flavor of her gloss, until the world shattered around him.

Something wet touched his lips. Something that could only come from her mouth. Even if his rational mind knew what it was, it was hard believing it.

He wasn’t going to let his chance pass, though.

He opened his mouth.

If he thought he was in Paradise before, he was wrong.

The first touch of her tongue was tentative, hesitant.He met her halfway.

The first time his tongue touched hers, he was hesitant too. Would she allow it? Would she pull back?

She didn’t.

The touch of her tongue to his seemed to bring new nerve endings to life. Some he didn’t even knew he had - even though he was used to tasting and sampling awesome food at the bakery.

Nothing could even compare to the feel of Katniss in his mouth.

He was more than willing to oblige his senses, to lose himself to the touch.

That was until he moved slowly, embarrassed by his body’s physical reaction. The slight change in his posture urged his tongue to move a little, finding itself on the side of Katniss’s.

Which brought another world of explosions in his mouth, when he discovered another kind of dance - when parts of bodies took their time discovering each and every secret, each and every curve or crevice, each and every sound their moves created.

Peeta didn’t know whose moan was the first to hit his ear. He didn’t care.

His senses were overwhelmed by the sensations, by how good it felt to be there, in that moment, kissing Katniss.

Good wasn’t even the word that could start describing what he felt.

Hell if he knew a word that could.

He needed more, though. More than the touch of her tongue and lips on his. More contact. More proximity.

He realized his hands had come to her cheeks when he felt her skin, so smooth under his thumbs - he hadn’t even noticed they had moved. He couldn’t care less, as he got the chance to feel more of Katniss.

A need, primal and raw was burning inside him, begging him not to leave the contact of KAtniss’s lips - ever.Until another primal need took over - the need to breathe, to have oxygen in his body.

The need to still touch her was still present, though.

He let his forehead touch hers, even if she allowed it for only a few seconds before pulling away.

He opened his eyes slowly, wanting to hold on to the feel and magic  of the kiss for as long as possible.

He could see her, now. See the familiar scowl on her forehead, her eyes still closed.

Her hand touched her lips, her fingers lingering there as she exhaled.

Never ever had Peeta wanted to be a breath of oxygen more than now. He wanted to spend every second, every hour, every day of his life on her lips.

Even though, right now, he had to go on a date.

And it was killing him.

When Katniss finally opened her eyes, he noted how quickly she turned away from him. How the air  between grew silent,  too heavy to breathe.

He knew he had to do something. He was at Katniss’s house and couldn’t just go away, throwing years of friendship through the window just like that.

He didn’t want that.

He gathered all his courage, finding the right words for his best friend.

“Would you mind coming with me to the bakery?”

“You have a date…”

“Well, yeah, but not until later. And there might be something for you.” Peeta teased.

“That better be cheese buns …”

“You’ll see…”

It was as if all the tension between them had suddenly been lifted.

As if their relationship, their years long friendship was back on tracks.

Only with a jolt of electricity when Peeta put his hand casually on Katniss’s arm.

They reached the town center quickly, their usual banter on display. With something more to it.

Just before they crossed the square that would lead them to the bakery, he put his hand on her arm, stopping her.

She turned to face him, surprise clearly etched on her face.

“It’s not the time to tell me there won’t be any cheese buns, Mellark!”

He shook his head from right to left. How difficult could it be to spell out five words? Immeasurable, apparently.

“What? Don’t tell me your date is there?”

He didn’t say a word. How could he?

“Oh, god, Peeta? She’s there? Who is she?” Katniss started looking at the bakery, searching the length of the sidewalk. “There’s nobody…”

He nodded. There was. She just didn’t see. He gathered his strength, his willpower, all of him, to ask her.

“Will you be my date?”

Her kiss was his answer.

[yaplusdesaisons]

[oneday-onehour-oneminute]

So... I finally saw Mockingjay...

[edwardbenz27club]

I'm sorry, but Family Guy has ruined The Hunger Games for me. In my accent, I pronounce the name 'Peter' as 'Peeta' anyway, so whenever I see Peeta's name, I feel the need to overdo the fact that it's an 'a' and not 'er,' so in my head Katniss ends up sounding like Lois, and that's just...terrible. It kills the mood. Whatever mood it is. Angry, upset, romantic, scary, it doesn't matter. It kills it.