The Boy With the Bread

My name is Peeta Mellark. I come from District 12 bakery. In the 74th and 75th annual Hunger Games. Independent Hunger Games RP for Peeta Mellark. I track thebakersson

[the-bakersson]

maybe i made a mistake in bringing this blog back and making that madge blog

[the-bakersson]

lightofpanem:

   Katniss looked down at his hands, focused on them as he talked to her. Her gaze    trailed up his arms to his blue eyes. She nibbled on her bottom lip as she took in     his words. Prim. She couldn’t save her baby sister. Katniss couldn’t run over and    help her as Prim did to others, help them.     Prim was taken too soon and she would have loved to know that a baby was on the    way. Her little niece or nephew.                             “I just barely kept her alive.”     She choked out, this was a human baby that they would be responsible for. Katniss     held onto Peeta’s hands. Warm, soft yet calloused. Comfort. Home. She closed     her eyes.                             “You are ready for this…”

“You did so much for her.”

He hated to see her self doubt.  The idea that she wouldn’t be able to do this.  She was the strongest person he knew, but he knew his words would only fall short.  It would take actually doing it, he was sure, for Katniss to believe what he was saying.

“You are too,” he insisted, squeezing her hands.

“This baby is going to be so lucky to have you as its mom.”

[the-bakersson]

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lightofpanem:

  Katniss walked back into the kitchen, putting her hands inside of   her pockets and she sat down at the table. She glanced over at    the clock.              “We should leave in about an hour.”   She said before leaning back and wrapping her arms around her   midsection. To say she was nervous would be a complete and   total understatement. But she looked over at Peeta and how he   was. He stood up straighter. There was a bit of light in his eyes.    He was relaxed. All at the thought of her carrying his child.    He was even humming. Peeta was estatic. There was no covering   that.              “What if I am not a good mother?”    She blurted out, then felt herself slouch into the chair, playing with    the hem of her jacket.

He didn’t even realize she had returned back to the kitchen until she spoke again.  The way she could sneak up was insane.  He only hoped that their baby didn’t inherit that trait.  Otherwise, he’d be in trouble.

Nodding, Peeta picked up the plate of cinnamon rolls and carried them over to the table, laying them down in front of her.  Pulling out the chair next to her, he sat down in it, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees, his hands clasped together.

Her words caught him off guard.  Reaching forward, Peeta caught her hands in his own.  

“You’re going to be an amazing mom, Katniss.  You took care of Prim for so long, and you’ll have me to help you out.  We’ve done some pretty impossible things together before.  Raising a baby will be a piece of cake compared to that.”

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I can’t marry you

[the-bakersson]

starcrossedandreal:

She laid her head against him and closed her stinging eyes. It felt nice to be close to him. It felt nice to be reassured. It felt perfect to not be pressured into something for once.

It felt nice. It felt perfect. It made her feel HUMAN. And      after      everything      that      happened, she needed that,      needed this,      needed him.

❝ Peeta—Thank….you. ❞

And she meant those words. It wasn’t often enough that she said them, but when she did, she meant                      them.

❝ We’ll get married. Soon enough.    You’re the only one I want to      be with for the rest of my life. ❞

He smiled at what she said.  It was a little hard to believe in the moment, but that was okay.

He knew how hard things had been for her, and he didn’t want to add to that stress.  And Katniss had been there for him through everything, hadn’t lied to him in forever.  She wasn’t lying now.  If she said they’d be married, then they would.

“Well, Miss Everdeen, I think you know I feel the same way.  There’s no one else I’d rather grow old with than you.”

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lightofpanem:

   Katniss slowly nodded, she knew it was just words. The excitement     was written all over his face,                       “Alright. I’m going to go put on something                       more comfortable.”           She slipped out of his hold and walked back up the stairs, her stomach     in knots once more. Hid the test. That’s what she should have done until     she was done with the doctor. Katniss switched into a looser shirt and      stretchier pants before looking at her stomach in the mirror.     The brunette could have easily been going insane but there was a tiny      bump pushing out of her lower abdomen. Her hand rested over it. The      bump was firm against her touch. She knew it wasn’t because of eating     since nothing had been settling with her.                           “A baby Mellark..”     She murmured before pulling up the pants and lowering the shirt and      walking back downstairs, her hand over the bump. How could she have     gone without noticing..

Peeta nodded, reluctantly letting Katniss slip away from him.  Maybe it was stupid.  She wasn’t due for several more months, but he wanted to be there for all of it.  Make sure she was alright... that his baby would be alright.

No, not his baby.

Not yet.

Not until it was confirmed.

Figuring that the cinnamon rolls were done, Peeta took the sweets out of the oven and set them on top of the oven.  Settling once more into the tune he had been humming, he started taking them off the pan and placing them onto a plate to cool.

He wondered if the baby would have Katniss’s hair and his eyes.  If it would be a boy or a girl.  How he would ever figure out how to be a dad.  He had always thought Violet would be a pretty name for a girl...

He really needed to get his mind off this baby.

[the-bakersson]

replies are on the way my loves

also if anyone wants to do something, my inbox and chat are always open

that goes for both peeta and madge~

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lightofpanem:

LightOfPanem’s Happy Holidays fun list! (yay)

Happy Holidays friends! I wasn’t quite sure if I was going to do this, but then I decided ‘what the hell’ and I did it anyways, (as always with my impulsiveness). So this account is important to me and has always been very important to me. Coming back after how ever long I was on hiatus and to be welcomed into the community is something I am so grateful for. This year has been tough, but writing is something I come back to. I love this account and I love all of you and so here is a little thank you/shout out/follow forever if you wish? So yeah! I know I forgot some people somewhere so I’ll be adding to this over the next couple days :D these are not in alphabetical order nor in any particular order. i have a pretty shitty memory so I legit went through who I know from memory and went through and pulled urls from my activity + who I am following. 

Star Squad - i can’t thank these people enough for just interacting with me and sending me their love when times have gotten hard. i love you all! @mxliciousisms || @mahohohogany​ || @hcuseofchristmas || @mermaidfrom4 || @peetabread

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[nikston]

Katniss and Peeta Mellark wish you a Merry Christmas!

[the-bakersson]

xmaslightofpanem:

   He’s gotten good at waiting. Katniss felt the clench in her stomach    and she resisted the urge to show it in her face that the comment was    a low blow. But even though it stung, it didn’t make the words any     less true. They waited on each other, protected each other. But Peeta,    he waited,      He waited for her to say that she loved him. He waited until she was     comfortable with saying yes to his hand in marriage. Then waited again     for some type of ceremony. Waited even longer before she agreed      to have children. Then waited to conceive. He waited for her. And the     whole time she was scared that she couldn’t give him what he wanted.                 “I want you to be there, Peeta. If I am pregnant,                  the baby is yours as well.”      She brought him in for a tender kiss.                “Promise me you won’t get your hopes up… I                 just don’t want you to look forward to something                and then have it taken away..” 

Peeta’s eyes lit up at the fact he would be able to tag alone.  Even if it was just another doctor’s office.  But still.  Just the prospect of a baby was exciting.  And not getting his hopes up was just impossible.  In a few months, they might be able to hold a little human that was part of him, and a part of her.

And that was hard not to get excited about.

He smiled as he pulled out of the kiss.

“Of course. No hopes about anything. At all.”

[the-bakersson]

shouldhavevolunteered:

“and who do you have business with?” 

“leevy, actually.  do you want to go and ask her?”

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xmaslightofpanem:

          “If you want to come…it would probably                be a lot of waiting..”    That was all they did now-a-days, wait. Wait to see if they would     get pregnant. Wait for the train. Wait for the food. Wait. Not that she     was fully complaining, but this would be the longest waiting yet.               “I wanted to wait with telling you. I-I                didn’t want to get your hopes up. We               both know what the doctor said…”      It would be hard for her to have children. And now the thought that      she be pregnant scared her. If it was hard for her conceive, what       would be the chances of her losing the baby? She couldn’t put Peeta      through that….

“I’ve gotten good at waiting.”

He couldn’t As lame as it sounded, it was true.  Their lives were one day of waiting after another.  Nothing ever exciting happened to the pair.  Not that he supposed revolutions were the right kind of excitement.

But this?

This was exciting.

“If you don’t want me to come though, that’s fine. It’s your call, Katniss. I’ll do whatever it is you want me to.”

[the-bakersson]

ϟ

Summers in District 12 were hot and humid.  So, it wasn’t uncommon for Peeta to fall asleep without his shirt on.

What was uncommon, however, was waking up to the feeling of someone running their hand across his back.  Her fingers were cold against the heat they were facing, and Peeta let out something between a moan and yawn as her fingers traced his back.

It didn’t take him long to realize though the patterns her fingers were tracing.  His scars.  Staying in the Capitol for as long as he had, under the amount of punishment that he had endured had caused some pretty nasty scars that went across his back.  It was just another reminder of what he had been through.

As if he didn’t have enough already.

“’Morning to you too,” he said in way of greeting, turning his head so he was facing her, and careful to stay on his stomach so she could continue her tracing of his back.

[the-bakersson]

staywithmemockingjay:

{↣ — Katniss shrugged and continued down the line of the scar beneath her fingers, a frown crossing her features before she leaned up to get a better look at it. It was probably one of the nastiest ones Peeta sported, most likely one that caused him a lot of pain when it was new, and on instinct she pressed her lips to it. Even now she wanted to protect him, even if the danger was gone and all that remained were nightmares. She still wanted to keep him safe.}

{↣ — She soon shifted so she was pressed against his side, burying her face in his shoulder as her arms wrapped around his waist to keep him close. “You okay?” she asked after a few moments of silence, breathing in his scent as she closed her eyes. Maybe she’d go hunting today. Or something. She wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted to do, but she wasn’t wanting to get in Peeta’s way if he should need to do something later.}

He closed his eyes at the feeling of Katniss’s lips against the scar.  It didn’t hurt him anymore.  But he remembered the day he had gotten it.  And it had hurt like hell then.  Those days were in the past now, and all that was real was the fact she was against him.  She wasn’t going to hurt him.  She was going to heal him.  As lame as he fel that sounded sometimes.

Peeta turned his own body as Katniss repositioned.  Gently, he laid his arms on top of hers, so that he was holding her close as well.  At her question, Peeta nodded.  “I’m fine.”  And he really was.  A little tired, but he couldn’t remember the last time he didn’t wake up exhausted.  “What about you?  Are you doing alright?”

[the-bakersson]

hijxcking:

    “Come to the Peeta Pack                                                    …we have bread.”

It’s finally here, a open group for all people playing an Independent Peeta Mellark. If you are a fellow Peeta role-player and you are interested in joining just send a simple message to the account above.

Just two big simple rules: No hate to your fellow Peeta muns and track the tag ‘Peeta Pack’. We’re going to have some awesome activities.

Inspiration by the #bucky brigade — go check them out!!

[the-bakersson]

thecxmpanion:

❝ I mean, you’re DECENT with icing. My birthday cake last year did have a weird looking ‘b’ on it. ❞

A giggle fell from her lips as she joked with him. He was a gifted baker and the bakery would be left in good hands, GIFTED hands. At his question her eyes immediately started to search for a goodie, though she quickly remembered that she was trying to save money for her brother’s Christmas present.

❝ That’s alright, thank you though. ❞

The smile that appeared on her friend’s lips causing her to reach over the counter to shove him playfully. Delly saw the way he looked at that girl.

❝ Oh yes you do, Peeta Mellark. All you do is stare at her. She is very BEAUTIFUL, isn’t she? ❞

“I was trying to get too fancy. And it looked okay. You could at least tell it was a b.”

He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her laugh.  As much as he liked seeing people’s expressions whenever they enjoyed something he made, nothing compared to making his friend smile.

“Come on, you know you want something.   And it’s a buy one, get one free special. It’d be ridiculous not to get something for you.”

He’d pay for giving her something later.  But for now, he wanted to do it.  Even if her teasing about Katniss seemed uncalled for at moments.

“She’s...”

Peeta paused, unable to really try and form the words he felt even described Katniss Everdeen.

“Amazing.”

Not that he’d ever actually had a conversation with her before.  And he was still fairly certain she didn’t even have a clue who he was.

[the-bakersson]

lightofpanem:

            Katniss watched as his expression changed. Confusion to shock              to excitement. She sighed softly when he wrapped his arms around              her.                      “That’s what the stick says…”                She wrapped her arms around him and she relaxed against him.               He was excited. She had to try and act happy for him. Katniss knew              that Peeta has wanted children for a while. Hell, he’s probably               wanted a family of his own since he was a kid.                      “Well. We’ll find out for sure today..”               

He took the fact that she was hugging him back as a good sign.  He knew.  He knew that she wasn’t nearly as excited as he was about this possibility.  That his want and desire for a child had to make him more joyful about this.

And he couldn’t blame her.  After all, it wasn’t him that was nauseous at the thought of most food.  That would end up on the floor of the bathroom sick at some point or another.

“Can I come with you?”

He couldn’t wait.  The idea of having to sit at home, wondering whether or not the test was false seemed like torture.  And if he was there at the doctor’s, then it would feel as though he was doing something.