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Peeta Mellark raising his voice at the reader and then immediately apologizing like the sweetheart he is. 🤠💕 (imma send a few for you 😻)

I don't think I could handle it either

Peeta Mellark x reader

*some of this is inspired by parts of catching fire in the book*

You knew going into the woods was risky, now more than ever with the new peacekeepers lurking around, but it had been weeks since you had gone, and it was becoming unbearable not being able to leave your home without eyes watching your every move.

You tried to resist it, even going as far as trying to pick up new hobbies like knitting with Haymitch or baking with Peeta, but Haymitch and you both weren't good at knitting, and it quickly became insufferable for the two of you, and while Peeta was always kind and reassuring towards you when trying to teach you how to bake in the home in victors village you two shared, it was Peeta's thing, not yours. You kept messing up the ingredients and burning food which isn't a good thing for anyone when your district is starving, so you gave up rather quickly knowing you weren't ever going to get any good at it.

What you were good at was hunting. You were known for shooting your prey directly in the eye to not ruin the meat. But as much as you wanted to hunt, this trip to the woods would only be to relax and feel the warmth and comfort the woods had always provided you. It was the one place you've ever felt somewhat free and safe.

You felt bad for not telling Peeta where you were going, but you knew he would be against it, probably begging you not to go or even trying to go with to keep you out of danger. Because of this, you decide it would be better to wait until he left to the bakery before getting ready to go to the woods. You wait a few minutes before finally getting dressed quickly, grabbing a bag to put bread and water in before heading out.

You glance around to make sure no one is around before listening out for the humming noise the fence makes when the electricity is running through it. As almost always it's not there, so you quickly slide your bag under the fence before sliding in yourself and making your way deeper into the woods.

You had been in the woods for a few hours now. You decided to climb up a tree and just relax for most of the time you were there, occasionally snacking on the cheese buns you had brought and drinking your water. While you didn't do much, it was just what you needed. Your mind felt decluttered and you were more relaxed than you had been in a long time.

The sun was starting to set so you knew it was time to leave. Peeta would be home soon and would be worried if you weren't there before dark. Plus, it was incredibly difficult navigating your way out of the woods whenever it was dark.

You carefully climb out of the tree, grabbing your bag and making your way back to the fence. You were almost just at the fence when you heard it.

Someone had turned on the electricity to the fence.

Your stomach turns inward at the humming noise that grows increasingly louder as you get to the fence. You frantically look around, hoping to find a way out without getting electrocuted, but of course there wasn't any way. You were trapped.

Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes as you pace back and forth trying to think of a way out. You were terrified. Who knew how long it would be until the power would be out again. Regret consumed you about not telling Peeta where you were going. The thought of him worrying something has happened to you after everything you two had been through was enough to have the tears start falling freely.

It doesn't take long before its dark. Instead of sitting there waiting for the electric to go back off, you decide to walk down along the fence looking for a way out. It takes a while but you finally come across a tree that has a branch going across the fence. If you were careful enough you could easily get across without injury and hopefully without anyone catching you.

You climb the tree and slowly make your way across trying to be extra careful. You make sure you're as far as possible from the fence before jumping down off the branch. You groan in pain when your left foot twist the wrong way and you end up falling to the ground, fortunately your hands take most of the damage instead of your face. So much for getting across without an injury.

You get up slowly and hiss in pain when you put pressure on your left foot. You definitely sprained or broken it, you weren't sure which and you didn't have much time to dwell on it. You needed to get home before getting caught, so you bite your lip refraining from making anymore noise than what you have already made and make your way home as fast as you can with your injured foot.

You were barely able to open the door before Peeta rushed to the door pulling it fully open. Relief washes over his face when he sees you and he's pulling you in the house and into his arms which you gladly embrace him.

"Where have you been? I was worried sick." Peeta finally asks pulling away reluctantly but keeping his hands on your shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, Peeta. I went to the woods and they turned the power to the fence on so I got stuck in there. I had to climb a tree and jump to get out or I'd still be stuck there."

Peeta flinches at your words as if you've taken a swing at him. His hands that were resting on your shoulders go back to his sides, so fast that you almost fall over because you were resting against them to take pressure off your foot. The guilt you felt earlier makes its way back, somehow even worse than before.

The way Peeta was looking at you was familiar. Too familiar. Flashbacks of the arena come to your mind. All the times you put yourself in dangerous situations, mostly to protect him and he would look at you the same way he's looking at you now.

Peeta goes to say something but stops himself. Instead, he just sighs and begins to walk away.

"Wait. Peeta, please..." you say reaching for his arm to stop him. "I said I was sorry. I just needed to get out of here for a while. I know it's dangerous. Stupid even, but everyone is constantly keeping an eye on us. The woods are my safe place from it all."

"You're right, y/n," Peeta begins "We do constantly have eyes on us. So how could you be so careless and risk going out there? You saw what they did to Gale, imagine what they would do to you if you were caught? You can't keep doing this! You're going to get yourself killed! It's like you don't even care."

"Of course I care," you start to say but Peeta cuts you off.

"Then why do you keep putting yourself in situations to where I could lose you?" Peeta shouts making me flinch. Peeta notices and his face is immediately filled with regret.

"I'm sorry for raising my voice at you." he sighs running his hand through his hair. "I know you've been having trouble adjusting to things around here. I get it, I do, but when I came home and you weren't here.... I was so scared. I've nearly lost you before, I don't think I could handle it again."

"I don't think I could handle it either." You admit. You attempt to take a step to him, wanting to comfort him the way he's always done for you when nightmares of losing him plagued you, but the second you try to step forward the pain from your foot is worse than before and you nearly fall but Peeta catches you before you could.

"You're hurt?" Peeta asks before picking you up swiftly and placing you on the couch. You grit your teeth and nod when he carefully peels off your shoes and nearly gasps at the sight of your swollen foot. "I'm such an ass, I didn't even notice you were limping."

"It's fine, Peeta. Seriously. It looks worse than it feels. I twisted it when I jumped out of the tree." He frowns, clearly upset with himself for not noticing immediately. "I'll have my mom stop by and check it out tomorrow, okay? I just want to go upstairs and get some sleep."

Peeta nods his head before standing up and carefully lifting you up into his arms despite your protest. "You don't have to carry me, I can get up the stairs on my own."

"Too bad. Be prepared to be carried anywhere and everywhere until your foot is better. I'll be at your service the whole time." he replies.

"Do those services include other things? Like possibly baking more cheese buns? I ate the last ones you made." You grin at him.

"Of course, sweetheart." He kisses your forehead.

Peeta had called your mother before you even woke up the next morning. Your mom confirmed that your foot was indeed broken and would take a few weeks to heal.

As sad as you were about being bed ridden, Peeta remained true to his words and stayed by your side almost the entire time. Your favorite part of it all was when Peeta would be drawing. You were paying so much attention to him that you didn't even realize what he was drawing until he was finished and giving it to you. It was a drawing of the woods.

"I hope one day you can safely go hunting again, but until then I just wanted you to have something to at least remind you of it."

You grin widely before pulling Peeta close to you and kissing him. "I love it. Thank you."

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Hope u liked it! i wrote this in one sitting so sorry if its a mess lol i wasn't sure where i was going with this, but my future work should be better! request are open :)

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Peeta Mellark raising his voice at the reader and then immediately apologizing like the sweetheart he is. 🤠💕 (imma send a few for you 😻)

I don't think I could handle it either

Peeta Mellark x reader

*some of this is inspired by parts of catching fire in the book*

You knew going into the woods was risky, now more than ever with the new peacekeepers lurking around, but it had been weeks since you had gone, and it was becoming unbearable not being able to leave your home without eyes watching your every move.

You tried to resist it, even going as far as trying to pick up new hobbies like knitting with Haymitch or baking with Peeta, but Haymitch and you both weren't good at knitting, and it quickly became insufferable for the two of you, and while Peeta was always kind and reassuring towards you when trying to teach you how to bake in the home in victors village you two shared, it was Peeta's thing, not yours. You kept messing up the ingredients and burning food which isn't a good thing for anyone when your district is starving, so you gave up rather quickly knowing you weren't ever going to get any good at it.

What you were good at was hunting. You were known for shooting your prey directly in the eye to not ruin the meat. But as much as you wanted to hunt, this trip to the woods would only be to relax and feel the warmth and comfort the woods had always provided you. It was the one place you've ever felt somewhat free and safe.

You felt bad for not telling Peeta where you were going, but you knew he would be against it, probably begging you not to go or even trying to go with to keep you out of danger. Because of this, you decide it would be better to wait until he left to the bakery before getting ready to go to the woods. You wait a few minutes before finally getting dressed quickly, grabbing a bag to put bread and water in before heading out.

You glance around to make sure no one is around before listening out for the humming noise the fence makes when the electricity is running through it. As almost always it's not there, so you quickly slide your bag under the fence before sliding in yourself and making your way deeper into the woods.

You had been in the woods for a few hours now. You decided to climb up a tree and just relax for most of the time you were there, occasionally snacking on the cheese buns you had brought and drinking your water. While you didn't do much, it was just what you needed. Your mind felt decluttered and you were more relaxed than you had been in a long time.

The sun was starting to set so you knew it was time to leave. Peeta would be home soon and would be worried if you weren't there before dark. Plus, it was incredibly difficult navigating your way out of the woods whenever it was dark.

You carefully climb out of the tree, grabbing your bag and making your way back to the fence. You were almost just at the fence when you heard it.

Someone had turned on the electricity to the fence.

Your stomach turns inward at the humming noise that grows increasingly louder as you get to the fence. You frantically look around, hoping to find a way out without getting electrocuted, but of course there wasn't any way. You were trapped.

Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes as you pace back and forth trying to think of a way out. You were terrified. Who knew how long it would be until the power would be out again. Regret consumed you about not telling Peeta where you were going. The thought of him worrying something has happened to you after everything you two had been through was enough to have the tears start falling freely.

It doesn't take long before its dark. Instead of sitting there waiting for the electric to go back off, you decide to walk down along the fence looking for a way out. It takes a while but you finally come across a tree that has a branch going across the fence. If you were careful enough you could easily get across without injury and hopefully without anyone catching you.

You climb the tree and slowly make your way across trying to be extra careful. You make sure you're as far as possible from the fence before jumping down off the branch. You groan in pain when your left foot twist the wrong way and you end up falling to the ground, fortunately your hands take most of the damage instead of your face. So much for getting across without an injury.

You get up slowly and hiss in pain when you put pressure on your left foot. You definitely sprained or broken it, you weren't sure which and you didn't have much time to dwell on it. You needed to get home before getting caught, so you bite your lip refraining from making anymore noise than what you have already made and make your way home as fast as you can with your injured foot.

You were barely able to open the door before Peeta rushed to the door pulling it fully open. Relief washes over his face when he sees you and he's pulling you in the house and into his arms which you gladly embrace him.

"Where have you been? I was worried sick." Peeta finally asks pulling away reluctantly but keeping his hands on your shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, Peeta. I went to the woods and they turned the power to the fence on so I got stuck in there. I had to climb a tree and jump to get out or I'd still be stuck there."

Peeta flinches at your words as if you've taken a swing at him. His hands that were resting on your shoulders go back to his sides, so fast that you almost fall over because you were resting against them to take pressure off your foot. The guilt you felt earlier makes its way back, somehow even worse than before.

The way Peeta was looking at you was familiar. Too familiar. Flashbacks of the arena come to your mind. All the times you put yourself in dangerous situations, mostly to protect him and he would look at you the same way he's looking at you now.

Peeta goes to say something but stops himself. Instead, he just sighs and begins to walk away.

"Wait. Peeta, please..." you say reaching for his arm to stop him. "I said I was sorry. I just needed to get out of here for a while. I know it's dangerous. Stupid even, but everyone is constantly keeping an eye on us. The woods are my safe place from it all."

"You're right, y/n," Peeta begins "We do constantly have eyes on us. So how could you be so careless and risk going out there? You saw what they did to Gale, imagine what they would do to you if you were caught? You can't keep doing this! You're going to get yourself killed! It's like you don't even care."

"Of course I care," you start to say but Peeta cuts you off.

"Then why do you keep putting yourself in situations to where I could lose you?" Peeta shouts making me flinch. Peeta notices and his face is immediately filled with regret.

"I'm sorry for raising my voice at you." he sighs running his hand through his hair. "I know you've been having trouble adjusting to things around here. I get it, I do, but when I came home and you weren't here.... I was so scared. I've nearly lost you before, I don't think I could handle it again."

"I don't think I could handle it either." You admit. You attempt to take a step to him, wanting to comfort him the way he's always done for you when nightmares of losing him plagued you, but the second you try to step forward the pain from your foot is worse than before and you nearly fall but Peeta catches you before you could.

"You're hurt?" Peeta asks before picking you up swiftly and placing you on the couch. You grit your teeth and nod when he carefully peels off your shoes and nearly gasps at the sight of your swollen foot. "I'm such an ass, I didn't even notice you were limping."

"It's fine, Peeta. Seriously. It looks worse than it feels. I twisted it when I jumped out of the tree." He frowns, clearly upset with himself for not noticing immediately. "I'll have my mom stop by and check it out tomorrow, okay? I just want to go upstairs and get some sleep."

Peeta nods his head before standing up and carefully lifting you up into his arms despite your protest. "You don't have to carry me, I can get up the stairs on my own."

"Too bad. Be prepared to be carried anywhere and everywhere until your foot is better. I'll be at your service the whole time." he replies.

"Do those services include other things? Like possibly baking more cheese buns? I ate the last ones you made." You grin at him.

"Of course, sweetheart." He kisses your forehead.

Peeta had called your mother before you even woke up the next morning. Your mom confirmed that your foot was indeed broken and would take a few weeks to heal.

As sad as you were about being bed ridden, Peeta remained true to his words and stayed by your side almost the entire time. Your favorite part of it all was when Peeta would be drawing. You were paying so much attention to him that you didn't even realize what he was drawing until he was finished and giving it to you. It was a drawing of the woods.

"I hope one day you can safely go hunting again, but until then I just wanted you to have something to at least remind you of it."

You grin widely before pulling Peeta close to you and kissing him. "I love it. Thank you."

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Hope u liked it! i wrote this in one sitting so sorry if its a mess lol i wasn't sure where i was going with this, but my future work should be better! request are open :)

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Send in request for Peeta bc why not 👀

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is there any other ginny & Georgia characters you'd write for? There is NO paul randolph fanfics out there. 😮‍💨

Yes!! Adding him to the list and will most certainly write something for him soon <3 there seems to be no fanfics for almost everyone in Ginny and Georgia which is shocking tbfh

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he's obsessed with you | Marcus Baker

plot: Marcus and reader have been in a secret relationship and they have been hiding it well from Max, but when she finds out she laughs because she knew he was obsessed with you.

requested by: @xtom-darling-x17

warnings: slight smut but no details

Marcus sneaking through your window at night had become a habit for the past few months, but on this particular night you decided you'd be the one doing the sneaking.

You took extra caution to be quiet not wanting to draw attention to yourself as you shimmied your way up the house and into the Baker household. As much as you didn't want his parents catching you, the thought of his sister Max who just so happened to be your best friend was much worse.

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend sleeping soundly in his bed, his sketchbook sprawled against his chest and he pencil he was still in his hand.

You walk over to him, carefully grabbing the pencil out of his hand and the sketchbook to put it away. You go to close the sketchbook but before you could the drawling he was working on catches your eye. Your heart begins to flutter when you realize it was of you.

Marcus stirring in his sleep snatches your attention away from the drawling and you close the sketchbook before placing it on his nightstand.

"This is different. Normally I'm the one doing the breaking and entering." Marcus's voice startles you a bit.

"Figured you shouldn't be the only criminal in the relationship." you grin before leaning down with the intentions of kissing him gently, but the moment your lips touch, he's pulls you on top of him making you gasp at the sudden motion. Marcus uses this to his advantage as he slides his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

The moment you pull away for a breath of air, Marcus's lips are against your neck sucking and pressing needy kisses against your skin. "You drew me." You moan shakily.

"I did." Marcus replies before sucking on the sweet spot on your neck making your eyes roll back. "How about you be my muse again and give me something else to draw of you?"

"Please." you beg, already so needy for him and before you know it, Marcus is detaching himself from your neck and flipping the two of you around so he's on top.

His lips crash against yours as he grinds his hips against yours, causing the both of you to moan. Both of you were too consumed by each other that you both failed to hear his door open.

"Mom wants to know what you want for dinner- y/n? Holy shit! Holy fucking shit, my eyes!" Max screeched before slamming his door closed and running off.

All you can do at first is look at Marcus in horror. "Shit! How mad do you think she is?"

"She didn't try to kill me so maybe not as mad as we expected her to be." Marcus replies sitting up off of you.

"I'm going to go talk to her." you stand up off his bed fixing your hair and clothes.

"You want me to come with?" he asks reaching for your hand and kissing it reassuringly.

You shake your head no. "I think I should go alone in case she's super pissed. You being there might make it worse."

He nods his head in understanding before you make your way to Maxines room.

You knock on her door, and it doesn't take long before she tells you to come in. You quickly do, shutting the door behind you but never moving from in front of it. You look up at Maxine who is already looking at you. The two of you go a moment without speaking when all of a sudden Max burst into a fit of laughter.

You stare at her wide eyed, unsure if she was so pissed it was coming out as laughter or if it was for another reason. You really hoped she wouldn't make such a big deal out of it, you loved and cared about both Marcus and Max in different ways and you never wanted to hurt either of them.

It goes on for a few minutes before her laughter finally dies down. "I'm not mad." Max speaks after catching her breath.

"You're not?" you question, gaining the courage to move away from the door to sit next to her on the bed.

"I mean it hurts a little that you didn't tell me, but I figured something was going on between the two of you and that you'd tell me when you were ready. I've seen the way you two make googly eyes at each other and honestly, I've never seen him as happy as he is with you. He cares about you a lot, it's disgusting really. Not as disgusting as what I just seen though." Max scrunches her nose up in disgust.

You giggle. "Sorry about that."

"As you should be, I'm scarred for life." she says before giggling too and pulling you into a side hug.

A weight feels like it had been lifted off your shoulders now that you and Marcus no longer had to hide your relationship from her and that Marcus cared as much about you as you did him.

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idk about the ending but hope you guys liked it <3 feel free to send me request!

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lemme know if you need more requests 😩 my mind be wild

I’ll be working on yours soon but definitely send more too if you’d like!! <3

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