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Real or not Real?

❝I must have loved you a lot.❞

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[ Indie Peeta Mellark. Book verse. OC/AU/Crossover friendly ]

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     It’d been a couple of weeks since the three captives rescue from the Capitol. Annie sought comfort in the unfamiliar district with the only familiarity she had left; Finnick, Peeta was slowly recovering, but Johanna had become stuck in her rehabilitation. Out of everyone he used to know, she was the only person he could trust in all of this. The only person who wasn’t a l i a r, that knew what it was like to withstand hours of torture from the Capitol & still endure- —whatever that was. 
                                 She was a tribute, a victor, an ally, a friend
     After he was released from immediate medical attention, he would always return to the infirmary to visit her.  He didn’t have anywhere to be after the doctors finished ‘treating’ him, he always found himself near her, maybe out of instinct. Who else would watch over her when she was vulnerable? He didn’t trust any of them to keep her alive & unscathed. Most of the time she was asleep, dark circles under her eyes, similar to those under his own— harsh bruises & scabs marked her skin. The times she wasn’t asleep he could tell something was wrong.
     It was in the way she acted…it reminded him of tributes he once knew. The Morphling’s. The way people spoke about lasting effects on the users made him worry when his eyes fell on the I.V offering a steady supply of the drug. She never refused the medication even when it seemed like she could barely lift her eyes because of it. He couldn’t lose her. The victor who wouldn’t hesitate to tell anyone what they needed to hear, the one who he’d whisper to when the guards at the Capitol prison had left.  
   When he saw her laying in the infirmary, he couldn’t help but reach forward & catch her wrist as her arm extended for a half empty needle left behind by the doctors. It was time for him to borrow some of her courage & say the words no one else was brave enough to voice to the axe-wielding victor. 
                                                        ❝You’re scaring me!

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I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” I turn into him. "Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt."

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” I turn into him. "Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt."


1742N  on  April  15th   ·  reblog



Spit it out.
Send 'SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blurt it out to you!

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He’s been declared mentally unstable by countless doctors though he knows what’s going on. He can see it in the way the soldiers grip their weapons with white knuckles & the generals watch the screens. 
  Ever since his name was drawn, he’s known the truth. Why no one else is paying attention as closely as he is bewilders him to no end. He struggles against the heavy chains, shouting guards & restraints all to reach the one person he knows will understand what the rest call gibberish. 
Annie Cresta. 
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   He only manages to say 3 words before a needle finds it’s way to his neck once again; the contents distributing themselves to dull his senses.  The chemicals slowly take over, yet he can’t help but blurt it out even as his words begin to slur against his will. 
                                                  ❝Winter is coming.


1N  on  April  15th   ·  reblog



Send ‘SPIT IT OUT!’ and I’ll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blurt it out to you! 

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It’s gonna be a mixed bag. Go with caution!

Numbers: 1 - 50

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11288N  on  April  14th   ·  reblog
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peetasdandelions:

peeta, annie, and johanna in the captiol

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"They’re coming.”

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sentence meme. {x}

        barely conscious, and only the dull, never-ending pain keeping her awake, johanna stares hopelessly into the darkness. her body is exhausted, raw, broken and bruised entirely. her wounds neglected to be infected, her fragile bones poke through her skin that’s turning a deathly purple shade everywhere. even the tiniest movement sends her into shock, the agony like a thousand needles stabbing through her flesh. her throat burns, dry after the screaming from the day’s earlier ‘activities’.

her back is against the hard, damp wall, she hasn’t moved from this morning when she was taken back to her cell. her eyes are somewhat accustom to the blackness, and she can even make out the skeletal surroundings, the furniture that sits bare. a bed that’s a mere stretch of concrete. not a pillow, nor any sheets. her neighbouring cells, they’re exactly the same, and their inhabitants are in the same state as she is. they don’t talk, not anymore. their energy is sparse, and a further punishment is handed out if their conversation is detected by the peacekeepers.

it’s not that they’re abiding by the rules though, they simply don’t have anything to say to each other. words of encouragement, blasts of profanity directed at the guards, that all died out after a few days. johanna though, she needed to listen to something other than the distant buzzing of the electricity surging throughout the facility, as a reminder that this prison is constantly secure. she grunts as she lifts her head, and immediately her eyes are met with the icy blue eyes that belong to peeta mellark, just as bloody and distorted as she.

they don’t speak, they just stare at one another. they’re still here, both of them, still alive and still prisoners. johanna hasn’t told the capitol anything of significance, and peeta doesn’t have anything to give them, but by simply being here, he’s giving them what they want. johanna swallows, manages the smallest of smirks for him, to which he tries to smile back. this fleeting moment, a moment between them, their communication is so little, but somehow it’s enough. it’s short lived though, as the florescent lights above them are switched on, illuminating the room in a harsh whiteness. it must be time for dinner again. johanna’s eyes are shut tight, but she can hear peeta whispering to her, 

                                                     “ they’re coming. ”




   He’s been in an aggravated mood the entire day. His guards won’t leave his side, not that he exactly wants them to, but their absence was always preferred to their presence. They only reminded him of the Capitol, though he knew it was for the safety of everyone else. After all, a ‘hijacked’ mind was dangerous, he was told. 
    Despite all the guards someone seems brave enough to approach him. He carefully sets down his fork & looks up at the other.
                   ❝What do you want?❞ 

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2N  on  April  14th   ·  reblog



       - —   you are the morning when it’s clear
                when it’s over you’re the start
                you’re my head, you’re my heart.




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“Don’t trust her, Delly,” says Peeta in a frantic voice. ”I did, and she tried to kil me. She killed my friends. My family. Don’t even go near her! She’s a mutt!”
A hand reaches through the doorway, pulls Delly out, and the door swings shut. But Peeta keeps yelling. “A mutt! She’s a stinking mutt!”
Not only does he hate me and want to kill me, he no longer believes I’m human. It was less painful being strangled.

Don’t trust her, Delly,” says Peeta in a frantic voice. ”I did, and she tried to kil me. She killed my friends. My family. Don’t even go near her! She’s a mutt!

A hand reaches through the doorway, pulls Delly out, and the door swings shut. But Peeta keeps yelling. “A mutt! She’s a stinking mutt!

Not only does he hate me and want to kill me, he no longer believes I’m human. It was less painful being strangled.