#peeta mellark fanficiton

[mega-aulover]

Until The Midnight Hour

Chapter 6

SUMMARY: The Games don’t exist. District 12 is divided by those who live in the mountains, i.e. the Seam, and those who live in the valley, the Merchants. The folk of the mountains are simple folk and are often denied education. Books are priceless and only those who have the means to own them. Katniss is a bookworm who has found her treasure trove in the Mayor's home. Her troubles begin with a book, Psyche and Cupid. Both Katniss and Peeta are drawn into a clash between Roman gods, tricksters, and reality. Can they win against the gods as they relive the journey of Psyche?

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Chapter Summary: Peeta has passed the last challenge now he has two left. Katniss and Rue are trying to escape from within Venus's hands, as Finnick and Annie are searching all of creation for Katniss. Let's find out how Peeta will fair in the next challenge.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta and bestie @norbertsmom who without her this story wouldn't ever have looked so great. To @jhsgf82 I hope you enjoyed this chapter it was written with lots of love.

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[deaddovecoterie]

it takes two.

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peeta mellark x katniss everdeen

chapter one

chapter two (coming soon)

fandom: the hunger games

rating: R to be safe 

word count: 3.3k

genre(s): angst, fluff

warnings: mild swearing, unedited, kissing, possible light smut in future chapters...

a/n: okay listen,,, i started this about 2 months ago and it’s been sitting in my google docs for a long ass time, but here it is. this is a multichapter thing so i’m making no promises that this will be good,,, BUT with that being said i have a spare this semester so chapters should be more frequently than like one update a year kfgjdlgh. anyway idk what the fuck this is so please enjoy 

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Exhausting. 

That was the only word that I could find to adequately describe my time with my prep team. The pulling and tugging of hair, the filing of nails, the waxing of every inch of my body; it never ends.

 Today was the day that I had been dreading ever since Haymitch had dragged me onto that roof in the Capitol, telling me that I would never escape those cameras for as long as I lived. The last month had been agonizing, the dread sliding through my chest and into my throat like an oily snake. The games had taken so much from me. They started with Prim, threatening to rip her from my arms the moment that slip with her name on it had been plucked by Effie’s horrendously long nails. The games took my best friend away, putting me on a train and pampering me like a pig getting ready for slaughter. The games took my peace of mind, not that I had all that much, to begin with. It took my sense of security, my safety, my ability to sleep through the night without waking up and thrashing in my sheets. The arena changed me. It changed Haymitch. It changed everyone that had ever been thrown into the bloodbath at the Cornucopia. It changed Peeta.

The boy with the bread. 

Every day I’m reminded of him. I’m reminded of him in the woods that I hunt in. I’m reminded of him when I pass the bakery. Most of all, I’m reminded of him when I look at Prim. The way her big blue eyes remind me of how he looked at me after the feast in the arena. Her locks remind me of when I brushed the hair out of his eyes when he was dying in front of me as the hovercraft picked us up. I remember the day we arrived at the Capitol, him being all smiles, waving to the flamboyant people standing only feet away from us on the other side of the train walls. When we came back he couldn’t even meet my eyes. 

At least that’s what I pretended. Still pretend, for that matter. 

It’s been months. Months since I’ve uttered a word to him. I was never an emotional person; never have been. My indifference was what kept me from hurting throughout my life. It’s what helped me win my games. Our games. I want to keep it that way. What we did to survive doesn’t reflect our feelings for each other. I know that. He should know that too. Romantically, we are nothing anymore. But that’s not to say that I don’t pay attention to him. I know that his family doesn’t visit him. I know he lives alone, spending all day roaming his house, much like I do when Prim isn’t around. I know he paints when he gets overwhelmed, and obsessively bakes when he can’t sort through his thoughts. 

But I refuse to miss his presence. 

I had lived without him before the games, so why can’t I do the same now? I function perfectly fine without him. It would be illogical to rely on him when I’m capable of doing so by myself. The star-crossed lover’s act changes nothing, and that’s all it was; an act. We don’t owe each other anything. We finished the games. He saved my life and I saved his. 

We’re even. 

“Katniss!” I hear someone gasp, the click of heels sounding on the walls of my oversized bathroom. My thoughts are chased from the forefront of my mind as I turn to see Effie Trinket, my escort. 

“Hi, Effie,” I respond, plastering on a fake smile. 

“What has happened to you darling?” she breathes, a hint of disgust in her voice. I almost laugh at the look on her face, unable to find it in myself to care about her comment. It has been months since I’ve seen my bubbly escort and prep team, resulting in me “letting myself go” according to Venia. I hardly brush my hair, throwing it into my braid as soon as I wake up, I don’t shave, wax, pluck, trim, or do anything of the sorts that my team would prefer me to do. Before the games, I had no need to do it, so why bother now? I’m not back in the comforts of my home district just to primp myself for others. I’ve never cared about my appearance, really, not until it came to getting sponsors for the games. Then, and only then, did I care about the way my eyebrows were shaped, if my legs were smooth enough or if I had loose hairs in my face. I found it superficial, the way that people in the Capitol fretted over their faces and bodies. 

“According to Venia, I have, what was it? ‘Let myself go’” I inform her with mock formality. She gives me a look before responding. 

“Well, no point in sulking about it now, I’m sure Cinna will be here any minute now,” Effie waves, her hands almost dismissing me in a way. 

Despite Effie’s reassurances, Cinna does not appear at my house for some time. My team scolds me about self-care and how it is “important for a lady to be presentable!” which does nothing but piss me off more. They wax, poke, prod, pluck and do just about everything to bring me back to how I looked right after my first session in the Capitol. There’s not a hair to be found on my body with the exception of my head, and my skin is a smooth, silky consistency that almost feels fake. It’ll stay like that for a while; for the duration of the two months, possibly more, my skin will be void of hair. I don’t know how they manage to do it, but I don’t care to know either. They mean well, they really do, but I can’t help but feel a wave of relief overcome me when their fingers fall from my hair and face. 

“Cinna will be here in a moment for final touches, but we’ll see you on the train!” Octavia trills. On cue, they all exit the room in a flourish of makeup powder and bags upon bags of ointments and strange concoctions. I sigh, relaxing all my muscles in the chain that they sat me on. I pick myself up, hardly breathing in an attempt to not ruin the makeup they applied. 

I stare back at my reflection in the mirror, examining their work. My body is smooth and almost glowing, my face not unrecognizable but simply accentuated. They highlighted my prominent features, making my silver eyes stand out against my olive skin. It makes me look almost… pretty. Stunning, even. Despite the lack of heavy layers of concealer, I find my eyes wandering over my appearance. 

“Admiring their work, I see,” a voice sounds from behind me. Typically, I would jump out of my skin, startled by the sound, but I know this voice; am familiar with it even. 

“Cinna,” I utter, watching him stand in the doorway of my obnoxiously large room. A smile begins to creep onto my lips as I turn around to face him. 

“Hey, Girl on Fire.”

“How are you?” I ask, my question genuine. Cinna is one of the very few Capitolites that I can stand, even have come to love. He’s down to earth, and isn’t tedious or emotional, unlike my prep team. 

“I’m fine. Although I must admit I’m much more interested in knowing how you are,” he grins, the look in his eyes already telling me what he wants to know.  

I groan, reality settling in. “Not you too.” Cinna leads me back to the chair and ushers me to sit down, already rearranging a few strands of hair and pulling out makeup brushes of different sizes. 

“You two are riveting to watch, I don’t think anyone can deny that, not even you,” he states matter-of-factly. 

“Yes, well I prefer not to think about it,” I say bitterly. There’s a very brief silence, me trying to ignore the fact that I know he’s waiting for me to continue. “I haven’t talked to him in over a month, let alone even seen him,” I mutter. 

There’s a pause, undoubtedly Cinna trying to find something to say that won’t make me upset. “And is that a good or bad thing?” he asks cautiously.

“Bad. No, good. It’s good,” I get out, then squint into the mirror in frustration. “I don’t know.” 

Cinna sighs, unsure of how to tell me what I need to hear rather than what I want to hear. He’s not my therapist, and both of us are aware of that. I don’t expect him to give me a solution, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to have one. 

“I can’t sleep,” I state, my voice void of emotion. “There are nightmares. Always,” I mumble to no one in particular. I know he’s listening, but I’m starting to think I’m talking to myself more than anything. “We’ve never talked about it, but I know he would understand. You can’t just go through something like that and not understand,” I breathe. 

This is the most vulnerable I’ve been since I have returned home. And I hate it. I do. 

“You’re right,” Cinna responds. “You should talk to him.”

“I can’t,” I start, but he cuts me off. 

“But you should.” He’s right. I know he is. But I’m too stubborn to admit it; he knows that, yet he doesn’t push me. Instead, we sit in silence as he finishes pulling my hair into two French braids on my head, tied off and into a loose, natural yet neat bun on the crown of my head. 

“All ready,” Cinna informs. I step into the clothes that Cinna laid out; a simple pair of loosely fitted black corduroy pants with cuffed bottoms and a thick beige sweater; fall colours. It’s very pretty, a small portion of the sweater tucked into the pants. He tops it off with black leather gloves, black boots and a warm trench jacket to go over my sweater. Since we won’t be outside for all that long, heavy clothing is unnecessary. I take my own knitted scarf and put it on, descending the stairs with my stylist. My mother nods at me, and I hear Prim coming down the stairs to send me off. 

“Hey little duck,” I say, wrapping her in my arms. “Think you can handle a few weeks without me?”

“Katniss, I’m 14, I’ll be fine,” she exasperates. “But two months is a lot more than a few weeks.” If anyone else had said that to me, I’d laugh at their naivety. Fourteen years of age is nothing, really, but Prim is different. She’s so mature for her age, her actions never failing to surprise me. 

“Alright, I trust you. Gale will be coming to check in on you periodically anyway,” I say, keeping a brave face on as I smile softly. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Prim smiles at me and wraps me in her tiny arms. I hug her back, already missing her even though she’s right in front of me. 

Our moment is broken when Effie walks into the house, arms flailing about. 

“Chop chop Katniss, everyone is waiting!” she nearly screeches. I give my sister one last grin before letting go of her hand. I wave slightly to my mother and exit, leaving my family behind. 

“So how is this going to work,” I ask Effie plainly as a bitter wind cuts across my face. I tug the coat around my body, surveying the Victor’s Village; no one seems to be around except for her and me. We descend the stairs and she begins reciting our itinerary, telling me exactly where I will have to be at what time and who I need to talk to for what reason. 

“Effie-”

“And then at 11pm we’ll board the train in 10 because the after-party will be considerably short-”

“Effie-” I interject, cutting off her long winded speech. “Effie, I meant right now, in this moment.” 

Effie pauses as if she was buffering, finally realizing what I am asking. “Right, of course.” she says as if she knew what I was talking about all along. “We’ll leave the Victor’s Village and I will escort you to the train station: we decided that if we stop at the station platform to do press then we will be late for the train, so the reporters and journalists will be waiting for you both beyond the Village gates. You will walk and respond to them in order to save time. Remember to respond with sufficient answers, but do not make each one too thorough or you won’t have enough time to get through everyone. Press will be done once you reach the station, then you’ll board the train for 11: it should take exactly one day and 6 hours to arrive. Understand?” 

My brain almost explodes trying to take in all the information she threw at me. I learned over the past year that Effie stops for nothing, especially nor my lack of information absorption. Peeta had always been the one who listened then relayed the info back to me in a very simplified way. It’s not that I’m dumb, I just find that have little to no time for schedules or itineraries in my life: specifically ones that are made by Effie. 

I try to respond with something that will satisfy her need for confirmation, so I grasp onto the first words that pop into my head. 

“Why isn’t Peeta here yet?”  

“He is already waiting for us outside the gates, dear,” she informs me. I want to ask about why he has a head start on me, but realize it doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter, at least, not to me. 

“Katniss,” Effie alerts me, “We’re here. Smiles on, shoulders back!” she trills, her mantra agitating me just as much as it did when we first met. 

In a split second, the rapid click of camera’s nearly deafen me. Flashes are going off every which way when I come into view of the reporters. I hate it, I hate it so much, but I still smile and wave to the stupid fucking Capitolites. I think about the amount of money it likely cost to make, manufacture and produce these dumb cameras and wonder how long the entireity of distract twelve could be fed for from just a few lenses. I’m so close to shouting at them when a hand touches the small of my back. I nearly jump 3 feet in the air from the contact, restraining myself from breaking their arm. I whip my head to my left to see the face of none other than Haymitch Abernathy. 

“What?” I snap at him. “Get your hands off me, Haymitch,” I hiss so only he can hear. 

“Nice to see you too sweetheart,” he deadpans, “When you’re done contemplating how to crush my bones, the boy is waiting for you over there.” My eyes follow his hand movement and make contact with bright blue ones. 

Peeta.

He looks ravishing, he does, but I still manage to scowl at him. I’m not mad at him, I remind myself. It would be illogical to be mad at him for nothing, yet I find myself harbouring negative emotions. What could I possibly have against him at this moment? It’s not like we’ve even talked in the past few weeks. 

Maybe that’s exactly why you’re mad, I hear a voice in my head say to me. I want to shout back, frustrated that I feel like this. 

“Go and see him, that’s what they’re all waiting for. The quicker you do this the faster we can leave,” Haymitch tells me as if i don't already know. Fuck.

I turn back to see the Boy with the Bread and lock eyes once more. I put on a lovey-dovey, hopeless romantic face and run towards Peeta as though I haven’t laid eyes on him in months. In reality, I haven’t,  which should make it all the more believable. 

“Peeta!” I shout, my feet carrying me closer to him with every step. A few more feet and we ram into each other, our chests smashing into the others. Instantly, his arms wrap around my waist and my feet dangle above the ground. It’s only been seconds yet I already feel the stone settling into my stomach. I try to say ‘hi’ but my throat feels tight. I try not to let my arms remain limp by my side, so I pull them up around his neck. What do I do, what do I do, what do I do my mind asks me over and over again. I panic, unsure of how to uplay our romance until I think to do the only thing that saved me in that arena last year: kiss him. So that’s what I do. I pull back my face that was previously placed in the curve of his neck and go in for the kill. Our eyes connect and it looks as though he is about to say something but I stop him before he has the chance. I press my lips onto his and feel both his and my body stiffen. I hate this shit, and I always will. I hate it even more when I can feel him loosen under me and moisten my lips with his own. He doesn’t need to fight for dominance, but rather takes control out of fear that I won’t do anything if he doesn’t first. 

A sounding ‘aw’ is heard from the crowd when we break apart. Peeta looks at me with wide eyes as he sets me down from his embrace while I greet the people with a wave. It takes no time before Haymitch and Effie are behind us, ushering the two of us along towards our destination. I zone out almost immediately, letting Peeta take charge of the questions. He nudges me when there is a particular one intended for me, but otherwise leaves me to my own devices. Our hands are intertwined, cold in the brittle wind when a particular question is asked. 

“Katniss! Peeta! There’s been rumours that have been circulating in the Capitol and we’re dying to know the answer!” one asks.

“Ask away then,” Peeta smiles warmly. 

“Are you and Katniss sleeping together?” 

Fuck.

Chaos breaks out almost instantly, yells and shouts uttered all around us. Some ask for the answer while others take the question even further.

“Katniss, is he good in bed?”

“Peeta, does Katniss satisfy your needs?” I freeze, dropping Peeta’s hand as if it burned me. My face must display what I’m feeling since Peeta takes a step away from me. Effie is screeching about our age, reminding people that we are only 17 while Haymitch shouts furiously for people to back off. 

I can’t tell if I’m shaking from anger, disgust, embarrassment, or all three. My eyes flit around like a wild animal when cornered by hunters. I feel exposed, bare, on display for everyone to pick apart and poke at.

Haymitch pushes through the throng of people, his face even redder than the morning after he drinks way too much than he normally does: not red out of embarrassment, like me, but out of anger. 

We’re rushed onto the train in a matter of seconds, peacekeepers pushing the reporters back like a dam does with water. Even though the doors closed, the screams were even louder than before. Once Haymitch, Effie, Peeta and I were all on the train, a deafening silence fell between the four of us. 

“Go and unpack. We’ll see you at dinner,” Hamitch tells us in a dangerously low voice. We know exactly what we will be greeted with then, and I know I’ll be getting the brunt of it.

Lucky me.

[joshfutturman]

.・✭ MY WRITING MASTERLIST 06/05/24 ✭・.

✦ mike schmidt ✦ derek danforth ✦ billy ✦ clapton davis ✦ josh futturman ✦ peeta mellark

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mike schmidt x gn reader (nsfw) - mike comes home pretty tense, you know just how to 'take him down a few pegs' (3k words)

✦ mike schmidt x gn reader (fluff) - you and abby throw a surprise birthday party for mike! (2.1k words)

✦ mike schmidt x gn reader (fluff) - mike schmidt pretends to hate the reality tv shows you (his partner) watch, but one day he catches you watching - and can't help but get himself hooked on the drama (800 words)

✦ mike schmidt x gn reader (fluff) - mike struggles to let you get close, but when your hands brush against his hair, he realises that he may not be able to keep you at arms length forever (1.7k words)

✦ mike schmidt x gn reader (angst) - mike schmidt receives a package in the mail. it’s his younger brothers orange toy airplane. touching the plastic, he feels strangely connected to certain emotions, leaving michael confused and scared. (1k words)

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✦ derek danforth x gn reader (nsfw) - reader pegs derek with a strap-on, he's submissive only for you and only in private (1.9k words)

✦ derek danforth (angst) - derek has a vivid dream in which he's being hunted. (for a writing group im a part of, basically he has a memory in the form of a dream from the timeline of the movie!) (1k words)

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✦ billy x gn reader (nsfw) - billy is on edge, and you love to tease him when he's on edge. you find a gun in his waistband and realise you're kinkier than you thought. (4.6k words & set before the events of the movie)

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✦ clapton davis x gn reader (fluff) - you and clapton have been in a ‘will they won’t they’ type relationship for years, you’re best friends - but is that all you want? (2.3k words)

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✦ josh futturman x gn reader (nsfw) - inexperienced virgin failure josh futturman asks the reader over for some ‘video games’ (4.4k words)

✦ josh futturman (angst) - before beating biotic wars, josh has a nightmare, but begins to question if it could possibly be a memory rather than simply a dream. - for my writing group, so it's just a little one shot where josh has a memory from s2 when he finds all the au's of himself dead, and meets j26! my interpretation. (2.1k words)

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✦ peeta mellark x gn reader (fluff) - peeta looking after you on a bad mental heath day (2.4k words)

✦ peeta mellark x gn reader (angst) - peeta comforts you during your final moments in the games (800 words)

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[joshfutturman]

.・✭ MY C.AI MASTERLIST 27/05/24 ✭・.

✦ derek danforth ✦ billy (x2) ✦ clapton davis ✦ darlene danforth ✦ j26

♡ derek danforth (the beekeeper 2024): sleazy vampire at a party

♡ billy (burn 2019): he's on the run ♡ cowboy billy (burn 2019): tend to his wounds

♡ clapton davis (detention 2011): he's teaching you how to skateboard

♡ darlene danforth (beekeeper 2024): genderbent derek danforth, you're her personal assistant

♡ j26 (future man 2017): help him escape the pointed circle

♡ https://character.ai/profile/SilverSkyeLine

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♡ accepting c.ai requests!

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[joshfutturman]

.・✭ MY WRITING MASTERLIST ✭・.

✦ peeta mellark x gn reader (fluff) - peeta looking after you on a bad mental heath day (2.4k words)

✦ peeta mellark x gn reader (angst) - peeta comforts you during your final moments in the games (800 words)

✦ clapton davis x gn reader (fluff) - you and clapton have been in a ‘will they won’t they’ type relationship for years, you’re best friends - but is that all you want? (2.3k words)

✦ josh futturman x gn reader (nsfw) - inexperienced virgin failure josh futturman asks the reader over for some ‘video games’ (4.4k words) ✦ mike schmidt x gn reader (fluff) - mike schmidt pretends to hate the reality tv shows you (his partner) watch, but one day he catches you watching - and can't help but get himself hooked on the drama (800 words)

✦ mike schmidt x gn reader (angst) - mike schmidt receives a package in the mail. it’s his younger brothers orange toy airplane. touching the plastic, he feels strangely connected to certain emotions, leaving michael confused and scared. (1k words)

✦ derek danforth x gn reader (nsfw) - reader pegs derek with a strap-on, he's submissive only for you and only in private (1.9k words)

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[joshfutturman]

Request for Peeta giving the reader a bath and then dressing them during a depressed day when they can’t care for themselves please!!!!

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[joshfutturman]

ੈ♡˳ jhutch char love confessions gn!reader

summary: jhutch chars realising they're in love with you headcanons for josh futturman (future man), derek danforth (the beekeeper), mike schmidt (fnaf), billy (burn), clapton davis (detention) and peeta mellark (the hunger games). suggestive elements.

ੈ♡˳ josh futturman

♡ it hits him like a truck one day, the realisation that he loves you. he's not even with you in that moment, in his own bedroom, sitting up suddenly from bed. he repeats it over and over, testing how it feels on his tongue. . . oh god, he loves you. ♡ he's never felt like this before. sure he's had crushes and stuff, but nothing as strong as this. it knocks the wind from his lungs. he can't stop smiling. he has to tell you. ♡ your next date consists of him tripping over his words the whole time, not entirely out of character for futturman, but you can tell he's on edge. he skirts around the words the entire time, until you kiss. ♡ when your lips meet, slowly, tenderly - he can't help it. an 'i love you' slips out between breaths against your lips. his cheeks blaze, but they blaze even brighter when you tell him that you love him too.

ੈ♡˳ derek danforth

♡ he realises he loves you one day at a party, watching you mingle with guests. he watches how you expertly wrap them around your little finger, a sudden surge of jealousy flooding his mind. he doesn't want you being with anyone else, you're his. and - fuck, fuck, what? he loves you. ♡ fuck, derek panics. this can't happen. it's not supposed to happen. he doesn't do that romantic sappy shit. he's happy, happy with the way things are, right? how did you manage to get so close? how are you doing this to him? ♡ he realises he doesn't want those other partners, flings, whatever, he just wants you. and he holds it in for as long as he can, bursting at the seams with love for you. ♡ it's not until you're both on the verge of climax one night, when it slips out unexpectedly in a moment of vulnerable passion, his lips ghosting against yours. it's out before he's even realised he's said it. but he means it, fuck he means it with everything in him. and it comes naturally to you too, echoing it as you capture his lips in yours.

ੈ♡˳ mike schmidt

♡ mike schmidt doesn't believe he deserves love. so when he realises how hopelessly in love with you he's fallen, he curses himself. he shouldn't, he can't. it'll only end badly for him, it's a pattern in his life he's cursed to follow. ♡ he starts to avoid you, stops asking you out, stops calling as often. you're hurt. and he hates that he's hurting you, but it's better for both of you. maybe if he can slip away silently, he can pretend he doesn't cherish the ground you walk on, maybe he can pretend you're not the love of his life. ♡ you greet him angrily at his front door, you're not going to let him slip away from you. you're met with resistance, until the words tumble from his lips in an avalanche of pent up feelings. ♡ it makes you pause, noting the sadness in his eyes. you cup his cheeks, gently guiding his face towards yours. you admit your love too, kissing his lips softly, repeating it as the look on his face tells you he doesn't believe your words, can't believe your words. but you'll prove it to him, every day for the rest of your lives if you have to.

ੈ♡˳ billy

♡ billy will tell you that he doesn't do 'love'. it's cliche, it's sickening. it's all to hide the fact though, that he's so clearly falling deeply in love with you. ♡ it's a sinking feeling that makes him feel sick, how much he cares for you. he finds himself thinking about you on drives, aching to have your hand in his. and he feels stupid, because he's never felt like this before. all those sickening love songs suddenly start to make sense, and he finds himself humming them occasionally. ♡ but how can he tell you? how can he tell you he loves you when his stomach forms knots at the very thought? it's too much, his soul will be laid too bare for him to handle any kind of heartbreak after that. instead he keeps his feelings to himself, cold, quiet, hoping they die away. ♡ they don't though, they blossom when you tell him you love him one day. you explain that you know he doesn't 'do love', but that you can't help it, you love him, and that's that. billy can't help it, he grabs your stupid dumb lovable face and kisses you till you both can't breathe, mumbling an 'i love you too' under his breath.

ੈ♡˳ clapton davis

♡ he realises he loves you one day while skating, and does something he hasn't done in a long time. fall. his body connects with the ground and he lays there, staring up at the pale blue sky passing him by. his arm stings a little from the impact, but he doesn't care. a smile spreads across his face, he loves you. ♡ clapton loves you, a lot. it's like a curtain has been pulled in his mind, revealing what was there all along. he's smiling, chuckling to himself as he wonders how he didn't realise it sooner. you're like, the coolest person ever. of course he's in love with you. ♡ he spends two whole weeks listening to 'if it's love' by sting. he sings it in the shower, hums it while out skating, mumbles it under his breath during classes. 'if it's love, it has no season, if it's love, there is no cure, if it's love, it won't see reason, and of this you can be sure. . .' - man, sting just. . . gets him. he totally understands the feelings he feels for you. ♡ and that's how he tells you, in a mixtape titled to you. the first song is that same song, and as you place it in and hit play, clapton rambles on about how he's fell head over heels for you. it's the cutest thing you've ever heart, the cutest thing anyones ever done for you - and you don't think you've ever seen him smile as wide as he does when you tell him you love him too.

ੈ♡˳ peeta mellark

♡ peeta fell in love with you the day he met you. it wasn't hard to fall, not when you clicked the moment you both said hello. they say love at first sight isn't real, but peeta knows you're proof that belief is wrong. ♡ he shows his love without words through his baking, sweet treats left at your doorstep, leftovers from the bakery brought on dates, asking you to try his experimental new recipe. he tells you he loves you through actions, through his kindness and patience. the way he gently tucks your hair behind your ear, holds doors open for you, or just simply listens with those sweet, gentle eyes. ♡ and he knows it's silly, maybe, how in love with you he really is. but he knows all to well that life is too short to hold back. he'd kick himself if he never got the chance to tell you how he really felt about you. ♡ so it's not hard for him to find the words when the time is right. they leave his lips, firm and strong, proudly almost. because he's been telling you he loved you from the day he met, albeit silently. and he'll tell you forever, until he proves just how special you are to him.

[joshfutturman]

ੈ♡˳ jhutch char bday headcanons gn!reader

summary: celebrating your birthday headcanons for josh futturman (future man), derek danforth (the beekeeper), mike schmidt (fnaf), billy (burn), clapton davis (detention) and peeta mellark (the hunger games). some suggestive elements, food tw. a/n: happy birthday jhutch!

ੈ♡˳ josh futturman

♡ he'd definitely throw you a surprise birthday party, goes all out with decorations and balloons. ♡ your cake would be personalised and special made, but what you don't know is that he secretly tried to bake you a cake that went so badly that he had to throw it away. ♡ can't stop looking at you the whole day cause he wants to make sure you're enjoying it. ♡ orders your favourite takeaway for dinner. you sit in his lap as you eat it, a movie playing on the tv in his room. but he's not watching the movie, he's just looking at you with those puppy dog love stricken eyes of his.

ੈ♡˳ derek danforth

♡ absolutely spoils you with gifts, anything you want, you got it. there's too many gifts for you to count, and more comes throughout the day. ♡ his limo picks you up and drops you off at a fancy restaurant where he meets you for dinner, littering your neck with kisses in front of the entire place. ♡ surprise! he's rented the rooftop bar for drinks, it's just derek, you and the stars. ♡ he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, talking about how you'll get your real gift later in his penthouse. in bed.

ੈ♡˳ mike schmidt

♡ he works extra shifts for weeks to afford something nice for you. he tries to hide the blush on his cheeks, looking anywhere but into your eyes as he gives you your gift. ♡ he and abby bake you a cake, it's adorable. abby helps you blow out the candles. ♡ you all watch a movie together, bundled up under blankets with takeout pizza. mike can't seem to wipe the smile from his face. ♡ later, mike kisses you senseless in bed, mumbling about how he's so lucky to have you.

ੈ♡˳ billy

♡ he wakes you with feather-light kisses along your neck, whispering 'happy birthday babe' in your ear. ♡ takes you to a drive-in movie, making out with you during the credits. ♡ spends the full day joined to your hip, kissing you and wrapping his arms around you every chance he can get. ♡ pretends he hasn't bothered to get you a cake, but then surprises you later, using one of the lit candles to light his own cigarette with a smirk on his face.

ੈ♡˳ clapton davis

♡ makes you your very own birthday mixtape, filled with songs that remind him of you. ♡ he bakes a cake for you, it's kind of a disaster, but he still presents it to you with a massive smile on his face. ♡ lays with you under the stars as you both talk about your future and listen to your mixtape, hands intertwining. ♡ he presses soft kisses to your face, your nose, your lips, your eyes, your forehead, each time telling you something different he loves about you.

ੈ♡˳ peeta mellark

♡ he greets you with breakfast in bed and flowers with a shy but proud smile on his face. ♡ gives you your gifts shyly, with a flush on his face but an eager smile, hoping you like the personalised presents. one of which is a jar, filled with love notes for you to open every day. ♡ you slow dance in the kitchen after dinner, resting your head into the crook of his neck as he hums to you. ♡ gives you such strong, warm hugs the whole day. the kind that make you feel safe, like nothing bad can ever happen while he's got you.

[joshfutturman]

the golden haired boy & the stars

oneshot - peeta comforts you during your final moments in the games (800 words) pairing - peeta mellark (the hunger games) + reader (gender neutral) warnings: blood, death

shit. night was closing in on the day that seemed to last a lifetime. as your eyes settled on the stars that you knew to be fake, you still found some comfort in that familiar sight. it reminded you of those nights in district twelve, under the constellation-riddled sky - with him.

but those memories were long buried, you couldn't afford to think of them now. those fuzzy warm feelings in your stomach, the way he'd point with that bright-eyed smile and ask questions about the sparkles in the night. because now, you were alone. now, only one of you would make it home. and it had to be him, because how could it ever be you?

when the games had started, you'd ensured that distance was put between the two of you. there was no situation you could be put in that could make you hurt him. it wasn't worth thinking about.

but, as the night closed in on the day that seemed to last a lifetime, your blood was the one soaking into the muddied grass. hand clenching wound, your fingers gripped at the flesh that had been torn at your left side. peeta mellark was nowhere to be seen.

vision growing weaker, your eyelids felt heavy, a warm array of colours dancing behind them. a voice whispered your name. it was quiet at first, gentle, like remembering an embrace. another, this time louder, this time it made you smile. with one more, you slowly let the night sky and those familiar constellations take you.

not yet. something pulled you from that journey, a soft hand on your cheek with the warmth to bring you back to the present. the touch felt desperate, pleading, a thumb brushed across your cheek in a rhythmic pattern. you heard him call out your name.

peeta.

your eyes opened to find him hovering above you, those hazel hues wide through tears. "hey, hey, it's alright." he speaks in a hushed tone as your vision comes back into focus, "you're gonna be alright." and you believe him because peeta mellark never told a lie.

a hand envelops yours over your wound and the coldness seeps from your skin into his. you could feel the slight tremor in his touch as he fought back the sobs that threatened to escape. but all you could do was smile, weakly but still, as you examined his features.

the golden-haired boy whispered, "please don't leave me. . .", with his grip on your wound tightening in a futile attempt to stop the blood. words ran through his mind, all the things he hadn't told you yet, all the things he'd planned to tell you, all the things he'd wished he'd told you before it came to this. how had it come to this?

how had the boy who had admired you from close and afar in district-twelve become the one at your side as you passed? the boy who had sheepishly asked to be your partner in class. the boy who had watched the stars with you after the world became too loud. the boy who had so much to give and now, the only one he wished to give it to - slipping through his fingers.

his eyes stare into yours, afraid to leave them - what if it was the last time? "i'm sorry." he finally muttered after what felt like a lifetime, "i should have stayed with you, tried to protect you. . . i should have told you that-" words cut off with a whimper, peeta rests his head on your chest. the warmth was welcomed. despite your damp surroundings and the length of time it had been since he had been at the bakery, he still held the scent of fresh baked goods, cinnamon and spice. it lingered in your nose and you could have sworn you were back there.

the bakery, where you'd travel every day just to see him. peeta would offer a shy smile through the glass window and you'd wave back. one day, you'd ask him on a date. one day.

the gentle sobs on your chest only served to lull you further, lids closing. you were safe now. it was going to be alright, because peeta was here - it was time to go.

with the rising and falling of your shallow breaths ceasing, his head springs up only to be greeted with your blank stare. ". . .no, nono." peeta mutters, sniffling. "no, please, please it's. . . you can't go. i wanted to. . ." his sentences fail him, over and over. brow furrowed, he lets out soft cries into the night, placing his lips on your forehead with a gentle kiss as he wraps his arms around you. the cannon sounded.

he wouldn't let go. not even when his eyes grew tired and the air grew colder. because how could the boy who had watched the stars with you after the world became too loud let you go? his distant eyes drew upwards towards the constellations. alone, with the world entirely too loud.

[mega-aulover]

Until The Midnight Hour

Chapter 5

SUMMARY: The Games don’t exist. District 12 is divided by those who live in the mountains, i.e. the Seam, and those who live in the valley, the Merchants. The folk of the mountains are simple folk and are often denied education. Books are priceless and only those who have the means to own them. Katniss is a bookworm who has found her treasure trove in the Mayor's home. Her troubles begin with a book, Psyche and Cupid. Both Katniss and Peeta are drawn into a clash between Roman gods, tricksters, and reality. Can they win against the gods as they relive the journey of Psyche?

RATED M

Chapter Summary: Peeta passed the first task, and he has three more. Will he be able to best Venus? While Peeta is fighting for Katniss, Finnick is seeking her out, with time running out will Finnick find Katniss?

A/N: Special thanks to my bestie and beta @norbertsmom who always is willing to hear me when I get stuck. @jhsgf82 who is a and is such lovely amazing person.

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