my-peeta

Person: Why on earth do you fall in love with fictional characters rather that real boys?
  • Jem Carstairs: I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you wil not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.
  • Augustus Waters: I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
  • Maxon Schreave: I want everything with you, America. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy seasons and lazy weekends. I want peanut butter fingerprints on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you.
  • Will Herondale: Marry me. Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
  • Dimitri Belikov: I love you, Roza. I'll always be here for you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
  • Ian O'Shea: I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.
  • Percy Jackson: The world was collapsing, and the only thing that mattered to me was that she was alive.
  • Patch Capriano: I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.
  • Ethan Wate: I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.
  • Tobias Eaton: I might be in love with you, but I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you.
  • Jace Herondale: I love you, and I will love you until I die and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.
  • Peeta Mellark: My nightmares are usually about losing you.
  • Real boys: ...
  • Real boys: ...
  • Real boys: ...
  • Real boys: ... nice butt

It’s here! To @akai-echo​ who surprised me with this beautiful banner, thank you for giving us some scrumptious visuals! I mean, just look at it!

To @loving-mellark​ for providing artwork as well, which you can view HERE if you feel like watching your screen combust. ;-)

To @peetabreadgirl​ for all of her beta reading, idea bouncing, and encouragement (read: nagging). Love you, ladies!

To @alliswell21​ who provided the final word prompt as well as to those of you who took the time to send lovely comments or the word prompts that drove this story: @imonthetumbler​, @alys07​, @louezem​, @theotheroneoverthere​, @xerxia31​, @mellarkablegirl​, and Anonymous Whoever You Might Be! Hugs to you all and as always, Enjoy!


Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality

Part 10: Malapert

Part 11: Quidnunc

Part 12: Hiraeth

Part 13: Viraha

And now for Part 14…

Concupiscence: ardent sensual longing/ strong lustful desire


When I climbed into my bed next to my drunk sister, I expected to fall right asleep. After the week I’ve had, I’m so drained that I could barely move my limbs to help clean up at least some of the mess in my apartment. The windows remained wide open for several hours while we talked and watched another movie. Annie chose one with zero romance in it whatsoever, and I am grateful for that, although the more Prim drank, the more likely she was to spout out questions or comments about Peeta and my relationship with him until all I wanted to do was sleep and not think about boys. Especially not him.

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Camp Mockingjay - Ch 5

There is a real lack of breakfast gifs on this site.

We asked, you voted, and now Katniss and Wiress are inviting our favourite baker boy back to the mess hall for a cozy breakfast!  Here it is, the next installment of our story, brought to you by @hutchhitched. You have 48 hours to vote on the direction of the next chapter of the story (until noon EDT on Wednesday, July 19th). Remember: vote in the comments, not in the tags! And don’t forget to spread the word by reblogging. The more fans playing this game, the more fun it will be!



For a few seconds Peeta’s grin captivates me. His azure blue eyes sparkle, and he gives me a wink that causes my cheeks to flush. I’m so disconcerted by his attention that I hesitate too long, and his calloused palm warms my hand as his fingers wrap around mine. He tugs me upward, and I stumble slightly on the top rung of the ladder.

“Easy,” he murmurs as he steadies me. The pads of his fingers graze my bare back, and I bite my lip as goosebumps break out under his touch.

“Th-thanks,” I stutter and study my toes for a few seconds while I work up my nerve. “Peeta, would you like to have breakfast with Wiress and me? I mean, if you’re hungry, that is. Maybe you already ate.”

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anonymous asked:

viraha - want or the realization of love through separation

Come On Baby, Light My Fire:

Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality

Part 10: Malapert

Part 11: Quidnunc

Part 12: Hiraeth

And now for part 13…

Viraha - want or the realization of love arising from separation


Tired and weary down to my soul, I return to the city and to work early the next morning. Part of me wishes that I could call in sick. Forget about facing all people and wallow in my sorrow for a few days. I’d hardly call myself recharged as I drag myself through a shower and prepare to face the day. At least it’s only a half day with students, the last half dedicated to another form of torture – Parent Teacher Conferences.

Somehow, I survive it and trudge home, dreaming of stew and crusty bread on order from Sae’s and a hot bath. I drop my bag on my kitchen table and pull out my phone. The number is programmed and I have the menu memorized by now. Once my food is on its way, I set the phone down, thinking I’ll grab a quick bath to warm up before the food arrives in thirty minutes, but something small and shiny on the table catches my attention.

A key.

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“On the Night You Were Born”-an Everlark one-shot

It’s definitely been awhile, but it’s @keelaree‘s birthday and I’m coming out for my girl!

Have mercy…I’m still a little out of my writing element…

Summary: A fateful, rainy night brings an interesting patient into Dr. Peeta Mellark’s ER…

Title—but not plot—taken from the famous children’s book.

 On the Night You Were Born

She walked into the emergency room of Panem Hospital, quiet and unassuming. Her thick, ebony locks pulled into a ropy braid that rested against hunched, exhausted shoulders.

In the hubbub of the lobby, packed with late-night drunken injuries and feverish children with their parents, Dr. Peeta Mellark noticed her right away.

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Happy Birthday titaniasfics

Happy birthday @titaniasfics! To help you celebrate in style, here’s a little bit of Everlark PwP, just for you. Enjoy! And thank you @thegirlfromoverthepond for the request.


Campfire

rated E

Originally posted by mizar113


This is not camping.

This little slice of dirt, surrounded by giant trailers and caravans, with their generators humming and televisions flashing. That’s not camping! Who comes out to the ‘wilderness’ just to watch TV anyway?

Nothing about this trip has gone according to plan. The tent I borrowed from Gale can hardly be called a tent at all, ‘pop-up coffin’ might better describe it. My sleeping bag fits in there. Sort of. But nothing else. He, of course, has the huge tent we usually share, and a mattress on a stand, because heaven forbid Madge soil herself by sleeping on the ground.

Madge.

I should have realized, when Gale suggested inviting a bunch of friends along on our annual trip to the woods, that what he really meant was he wanted to bring his new girlfriend. And the red flags should have been flying when, instead of our typical backcountry camping, he suggested a drive up site. “But it’s right on the lake,” he’d insisted. “We can swim and fish, it’s going to be amazing!”

I guess his girlfriend prancing around in high-heeled sandals and a bikini about as big as a bandana, while refusing to actually go in the water (it’s not chlorinated!) is his definition of fun.

Who am I kidding, of course it’s his definition of fun. He looks at her like she hung the moon.

I’m not jealous, or at least, not in the way you might think. It’s just that Gale and I have been friends since we were kids. A brotherhood of sorts. Partners in crime like that are hard to find.

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Camp Mockingjay - Ch 4

We asked, you voted, and now Katniss is heading to the beach for an early morning swim with the girls at Camp Mockingjay! So, here it is, the next installment of our story, brought to you by @katnissdoesnotfollowback. You have 48 hours to vote on the direction of the next chapter of the story (until noon EDT on Wednesday, July 12th). Remember: vote in the comments, not in the tags! And don’t forget to spread the word by reblogging. The more fans playing this game, the more fun it will be!

Originally posted by tropical


When I reach the lake, only the cicadas greet me. The undisturbed water reflects the trees and clouds in a glassy panorama. I arrived early to enjoy a few minutes of peace. I need them after the campfire last night. The only bright spot from the aggravating event was Peeta’s understanding when I told him about my promise to the girls and his enthusiasm when I asked if he’d take a raincheck on the archery lessons.

“Summer’s just started,” he’d said with a shy smile. “We’ve got time.”

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mellarkablegirl  asked:

Hello! Are you planning on extending the Come on Baby, Light my Fire series? (P.S Its amazing) If yes then here's a new word prompt you could use : Malapert - Clever in manners of speech

You thought I forgot about this, didn’t you @mellarkablegirl? SURPRISE! It’s Firefighter Friday!!!


Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality


Come On Baby, Light My Fire: Part 10 - Malapert

Does it count as a first date if you wake in the person’s arms?

We lounge in bed, drifting between awake and asleep, Peeta’s fingertips skating over my legs and hips, etching cool patterns or maybe words into my skin. It’s such a luxury to wile away the hours this way. We get up to eat, but it isn’t until early afternoon that we’re both awake and willing enough to actually go on our hiking date.

I dress in cotton pants and a t-shirt, tugging on a hooded sweatshirt for warmth. Peeta leaves me for a few minutes to dress in his apartment and returns garbed much the way I am, his black backpack slung over one shoulder.

It doesn’t feel like a first date as I drive us out of town, since Peeta apparently doesn’t own a car, preferring to walk or use public transportation to get around the city. We talk and laugh, the windows down and the crisp fall air making a tangled mess of flyaways even though I braided my hair. I tell him about the time my father and I got ourselves chased up a tree by a black bear when we plucked berries from a bush he’d apparently already laid claim to. And as I park in one of the lots at the trailhead near Lake Panem, I realize that I’ve never been this comfortable on a first date before.

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Writer’s Block 4.237

I intended to get this churned out in little blocks and post every 2k words. This is actually 3k, so consider the extra 1,000 words my apology. It seems even a little bit takes two weeks these days! But it’s getting closer. This is all cheese and fluff. And unedited! Please don’t point out my mistakes :) lol. I will crawl into a hole and die! 4.1 is here and you can find the first 3 here. 

Originally posted by kolaicendionysos

I’m warm, and comfortable. And flat on my stomach with my face in the mattress. The sun is peeking through the tiny slits in the blinds over my bed. There’s a soft snore next to me and I open one eye, letting a slow smile take over my face. Blonde bed hair sticks up from beneath arms as Peeta lays face down with his head buried in a pillow, elbows jutting out from underneath it. I normally enjoy sleeping alone, but that’s obviously because I have no idea what I’m missing.

Oddly, I’m not alarmed in the slightest by his presence on my couch - bed. I’m also not ready to remove myself from this scenario, so I roll towards him and lift his arm, burrowing into him. He releases a soft groan and repositions himself on his side so we fit together better, then tightens his hold on me. I don’t want to disturb our peace, so I say nothing. Neither does he.

I must fall back asleep because I’m jolted awake by a surprised Peeta sitting straight up, and I almost tumble off the side of the bed and onto the floor. He grabs my waist and when we lock eyes my stomach falls. His eyes are wide and wild, like he doesn’t know where he is. I hope it’s not regret I see there.

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