mcsstydia

[mcsstydia]

i dream of having a regulated nervous system

[mcsstydia]

i really do miss the golden days of tumblr creation and interaction but i wanna say that i also love that us gifmakers are still here even tho even reaching 1k on something is a miracle. we love giffing and creating and that is awesome. even if i’m not in your fandom and maybe a gifset has under 100 notes i know the work and love that went into creating that and i see you and appreciate you 🔆

[mcsstydia]

Ca. 2013 - Harry Styles Imagine

prompt: kind of a soulmate-y meet-cute: On a lonely Friday night, you decide to go out on your own, only to meet a famous singer who seems to be flirting with you.

pairing: Harry x fem!reader

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption

word count: 2.4k

A/N: Harry has always, always been my favorite person ever, yet I can count on one hand how many pieces I've written about him (one, back in the day on Wattpad). I think I was always a little afraid to not being able to really capture him, or afraid that once I started writing about him, I would never really find a good ending.

Masterlist

Ca. 2013

It was a lonely Friday night, the night you met him. And you meant lonely in every way possible. You were single, your sister was out of town, and none of your friends were free that evening to go to your favorite local bar together.

Doing something you had never done before (but were utterly glad you had done it in hindsight), you went alone. Originally, you had just wanted to prove yourself something. What, you were not quite sure. Maybe that you didn't need your friends to have fun? Maybe that you weren't a loser crying in her bedroom on a Friday night? Maybe something else entirely, or maybe a little bit of both.

So you dressed up and got to the bar around 9pm. Your plan was to have one, maybe two drinks, and then had head home again. As you got your first drink and tried not to look too miserable on your own swiping on Instagram, a group of boys entered the bar. You didn't turn around to look, but it was inevitable to notice them; they were loud, and happy, and really, you were kind of jealous.

You silently rolled your eyes and continued scrolling through various platforms of social media. Your first cocktail was down within another ten minutes, and you were not hesitant to order your second. A silent war began raging in your mind: you couldn't decide between staying in a bad mood and just heading home after this drink, and forcing yourself to being in a good mood and maybe (in your soon-to-be drunken state) making new friends.

The bartender handed you your second cocktail - a strawberry daiquiri - when you noticed a person had appeared next to you at the bar. You could feel their presence next to you, and with that radiated a certain warmth. You tried looking at them through the corner of your eye as you noticed they were already looking at you.

''Waiting for someone?'', a dark, male voice then inquired from right next to you. A shiver ran down your spine for a reason unknown. You turned to look at a handsome boy, maybe your age, maybe a bit older. His green eyes captured your gaze immediately, and for what seemed like a longer than normal amount of time, you couldn't quite look away. ''I wish,'', you muttered, still taking him in, still trying to prove that this person talking to you was not who you thought it was.

But the longer you looked, the more you realized that you weren't mistaken. Talking to you was no other than Harry Styles, member of the biggest boyband in the world. Harry looked at you, one corner of his mouth rising up into the cutest half grin you had ever seen. Whether he knew what you had just figured out or just found you funny, you didn't know.

His grin led you to continue talking. ''All my friends let me down tonight, so I thought I'd come here alone.'', you explained further. Afraid you'd sound pathetic, you finally had the guts to lower your gaze away from his eyes.

''That's bold,'', Harry replied. You looked up again, searching his face for signs of mockery, but weren't able to find any. One of your eyebrows raised in question, and now your lips lifted into a hesitant smile as well. ''You think so?'', you asked. Harry's lips had now twitched into a wholesome smile.

The bartender came and placed a tray of ten beers in front of Harry, and he nodded in appreciation. You thought he would head back to his friends without another word, but before he turned to leave, he leaned down to just above your ear and whispered: ''Well, if I were your friends, I wouldn't have let such a stunning girl go out on her own on a Friday night.''

He straightened up again, and you tried everything not to gawk at him open-mouthed. He shot you a boyish wink and then turned and left. Your heart hammered loudly in your chest. Had Harry Styles just flirted with you? This alone was worth possibly humiliating yourself by going out alone.

You thought about instantly texting your friends the news, but decided to let your sister know instead. As you drank your second drink, you used every possible moment to turn around and search for him in the crowded bar. Two more hours were spent like this, sitting at the bar, sipping another drink and occasionally looking for Harry.

And every once in a while, Harry came back to the bar and every single time he chose the place right next to yours to get another beer. Each time he came back, he opened the conversation another way. It went from something like ''You read a lot?'' as he spotted you trying to tipsily reading your e-book, to asking ''How long you staying?'' as the night grew longer and later.

You tilted your head up to him and grinned. You sat on a bar stool and he was standing, but you'd die to see how much taller than you he really was. God, he was handsome. And you were slowly but surely getting drunk. He returned your smile and searched your eyes for an answer. He seemed more sober than you, despite him having more beer than you had cocktails (well, you weren't quite sure, but he had returned quite often for getting a single beer).

His hand lay next to yours on the counter, and you could've sworn it was tentatively touching yours. You found him so sweet. He was nowhere near the fuckboy and player the media portrayed him to be. He was much too respectful.

''You have really nice teeth,'' you blurted out. ''Anyone ever tell you that?'' His smile widened in response, and he seemed almost bashful at your statement. ''Yeah, maybe one or two people,'', he replied, never losing his grin. A hand ran through his curls in what seemed like a common hand gesture.

He locked his gaze to yours again and scanned your face. For what, you weren't really sure. For a second, you thought his eyes lingered on your lips. But then the moment passed, and suddenly you felt embarrassed at thinking a star like him would make out with a random girl on a random Friday night.

You straightened in your seat and looked away from him, as if he could somehow read your mind and see how embarrassed you were. ''I think,'', you started, then turned to him for what you thought would be your last interaction. ''I think I'm heading home soon,''. you replied, forcing yourself to smile. His eyebrows furrowed as he studied your face now, seeming confused at your turn of conversation.

''Oh,'' he seemed disappointed. ''Well then, let me know when you're heading out, yeah?'', he asked, also showing a forced smile now. You nodded in reply, not losing your fake smile as he turned to his friends again.

A few minutes later, after having paid for your drinks, you thought about what he had asked of you. But then again, how embarrassing would that be? Going over to his friends to let him know you'd be gone? For what exactly? For him to awkwardly wave goodbye to you and his friends eyeing you as a potential stalker? No thanks.

So you swung your bag over your shoulder, slid off the high bar stool and headed for the door. Once outside, the cool air felt anything but refreshing. It felt more suffocating than the cramped bar-air. You wrapped your arms around yourself and looked up at the sky, willing the tears from pooling in your eyes.

What was going on with you? Why were you all worked up over some guy in a bar you'd met only a few hours prior? Sure, he was a star, but that was not it, you could tell. You never had an issue with catching feelings for a guy too early. If anything, you were usually the one to fall too late. But this? You couldn't place it, but your chest tightened painfully at the thought of leaving the bar and the possibility (more like, fact) of never seeing him again other than on your TV at home.

You shivered at the thought and took a tentative step towards the street to catch a taxi. Suddenly, you felt a large hand gently gripping your upper arm. You whirled around in shock but recognized him immediately. He kept his gentle hold on you as you looked up into his mesmerizing green eyes. God, he was so much taller than you. ''You said you'd let me know,'', he said lowly, eyes scanning your face just like they had back in the bar.

You weren't quite sure what to reply. You couldn't even begin to describe what you were feeling now that he was back with you. It was calming, knowing the interaction in the bar hadn't been your last, yes, but everything else was so far from calm. Your stomach twisted in on itself as if it planned to hug itself and your heart beat furiously. ''I-I...'', you stammered.

Harry loosened his grip around your upper arm and instead let it, ever so tentatively, wrap around the small of your back. You liked the feeling of being held by him, of standing in his embrace, of feeling the heat radiating off him and onto you. ''I'm sorry,'', you finally muttered, and tried looking away from him.

''Hey, hey,'', he tried tilting your chin back to him without forcing you. ''What's happening? Why do I keep losing you right when I think...'', he trailed off. Now it was his turn to look away, and your turn to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. ''Right when you think what?'', you inquired. In trying to get him to look at you again, you tentatively lay your hand on his chest. His chest heaved heavily upon this touch, and for a second, you thought you'd done something he didn't want you to do.

You were in the process of taking it away again, when his hand - the one that wasn't still laying on your back - grabbed your hand and looked you in the eyes. The eye contact was intense and neither of you dared break it. ''I'm being super bold right now,'', he started, still never breaking eye contact. ''Almost as bold as the most beautiful girl I have ever seen going into a bar all on her own,'', he continued, and a smile tugged at your lips.

''I don't really know what's going on right now, but I'm feeling things right now that I have never felt before, and I'm very close to begging - which I have also never done - you to tell me you feel at least some of it, too.'', he exhaled with the last word and made your breath pick up. You searched his eyes for mockery again, and just like earlier, you couldn't find any.

''I do,'', you replied finally. It was visible that Harry had to take that answer in for a minute. Afterwards, his lips exploded into a huge grin again and he suddenly wrapped his arms, and his whole body, really, around you in a hug. He laughed into your shoulder and you giggled in response. You stood like that for a long while, the both of you slowly and gently stroking the back of the other through your jackets in the chilly July night.

Finally, Harry slowly straightened up again. Seemingly never wanting to lose your touch, he tentatively raised both of his hands and gently cupped your face. One hand found a single strand of hair and tucked it behind your ear. ''I'm sorry if this is too much and please feel free to say no but...'', he exhaled, and his eyes shimmered with happiness in the misty street light. ''Can I kiss you?'', he asked. (As already mentioned, he's respectful). Your stomach, never getting a break from tossing and turning, somehow did a double flip and you willed your heart not to give you a heart attack before being kissed by him.

You nodded and he grinned - impossibly - wider, before slowly leaning down to your face. His plump lips found yours immediately and engulfed them in a gentle kiss. His hands still held your face and stroked a few strand of hair and his lips repeatedly found yours in soft kisses. The feeling of being kissed by him was close to being indescribable.

The world started spinning around you and you kissed him back with a need you had never felt with anyone else before. His lips were soft and tasted both of chap stick and of cheap beer. After minutes of kissing and giggling and not really believing what was happening, he took one of your hands into his large, soft ones.

''Can I get you home safe, please? I would really like to get to know you.'', he said sincerely. You raised up on your tip toes and placed a short kiss to his lips. ''Only if you stay.'', you whispered. And both things, he did.

Ca. 2023

Ten years later, life was nowhere near what you'd imagined it at 19 years old going into a bar. Whatever fate had planned when both Harry and you stepped into that bar the same night, the same time, it had worked out.

After that night, you had gotten to know, and eventually, to love each other. Though the latter didn't really take long. It felt as if there had been an invisible string between the two of you all along, and as you finally met, everything else seemed to fall into place on its own.

You had seen each other through all kinds of phases, and you had stayed through each. Some weren't easy, but neither of you ever doubted that you were meant to be together.

Right now, you were watching him perform his last song of his biggest solo tour yet, and you couldn't be prouder. Backstage, he came sprinting for you, and wrapped your body up in his arms, lifting your feet from the ground. He breathed you in. ''I'm so proud of you,'', you mumbled into his hair while gently stroking it and kissing his cheek.

He slowly put you down again and passionately kissed your lips. Your lips tingled just like the first time he had kissed you. ''Thank you, love. Couldn't have done it without you.'', he said, before kissing you again. ''I love you,'', you whispered. He grinned like he had the first time you said those words. ''I love you more''.

[mcsstydia]

they need to invent a running away & never coming back that doesn’t affect your life

[mcsstydia]

the goal for this year and for every year is to be kind and also to stop being scared of literally everything

[mcsstydia]

I just don’t caaaarreee. I don’t care. But I care a lot though I care SO much. But also I just don’t care at all and never have. But also I do and always will. Hope that helps

[mcsstydia]

i deal so incredibly well with change!!! my natural reaction to it is just so positive!!!! i really take it in stride!!! i don't even give myself migraines and gastrointestinal issues and night terrors!!!!

[mcsstydia]

you better watch out. you better watch out. you better watch out. YOU BETTER WATCH OUT.

[mcsstydia]

They ruined their teenage years to save our life.

not only grateful for their music, but their significance.

I love all 5 of you unconditionally.

[mcsstydia]

Hate you - Louis Tomlinson

prompt: your best friend's boyfriend's best friend is Louis Tomlinson. Sounds complicated, is not. Louis may be a superstar, but to you, he was just super annoying. You hate him, and he hates you. Right?

pairing: Louis x reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 2.2k

Masterlist

Another evening you had to spend with him. Louis Tomlinson. One of the world's brightest shining stars. Admired by many, loved by more. Loathed, by you.

Louis was David's best friend. And David was Madelyn's boyfriend. And Madelyn, well, she was your best friend. Madelyn was your best friend ever since 5th grade. Your paths had somehow drifted after high school because you started going to different universities, but you always stayed as much in touch as you possibly could.

Madelyn was your ride or die, no one was as important to you as she was. You would die for her. You would kill for her, even. What you really had trouble doing for her though, was spend time with Louis Tomlinson.

A month or so after Madelyn and David started dating, they wanted to introduce each other to their best friends. And what better way to do that than by simply inviting them together to a nice restaurant ? So, you went to the restaurant. Excited to really get to know David, and open to meeting whoever his best friend was.

Turns out, his best friend was star Louis Tomlinson. But that was, of course, not the problem. The problem was that he was a huge jock. He took one look at you as you walked in, and somehow decided you were not worthy enough of his conversation. He didn't speak to you the whole night. Sometimes, you found him staring at you in a weird, relentless way, but that was it as far as conversation went.

So, ever since, you couldn't stand him. But, of course, for special occasions, you had to endure his presence. Such a special occasion was today, approximately one and a half years after meeting Louis for the first time. It was Madelyn's 27th birthday, and you, as well as Louis, were going to attend her party.

''He doesn't hate you, I swear!'', Madelyn promised, a drink in hand and almost screaming as to the loud music blaring through her apartment. You rolled your eyes at her repeated statement. You hadn't believed it a year ago, and you sure as hell wouldn't believe it now. ''Mad, I promise you, it's whatever. I don't have to talk to him tonight.'', you replied, trying to sound as if the fact that he hadn't showed up yet didn't make you nervous.

You hated him, and he hated you, and you knew he would have a strong opinion about your appearance, so that's why you were nervous. Not because of him, not because of the way your body did whatever it wanted when you saw him.

As if on cue, Louis came in through the doorway into the stuffed living room you were in right now. You took a sharp breath and held it for an unusually long time. The world stopped, and spun at the same time somehow. All the noise in the room seemed to seep away although minutes ago you had to yell to be able to hear your own voice. When he scanned the room, and your eyes locked with his, was when you were finally able to breath out and look away

Your heart started pounding rapidly in your chest, and you told yourself it was because you loathed him so much. What else could be the reason, really? He's here. Okay. It's okay. You didn't have to talk to him. You didn't even have to look at him if you didn't want to.

Your gaze returned to Madelyn, and you realized you hadn't listened to a word she was saying. ''Sorry,'' you grinned sheepishly. Madelyn scanned the room to look at whereabouts of your distraction. It didn't take her long to spot him. Somehow, everyone in every room seemed to turn towards him, always. He was the sun, somehow, and all the flowers in the world turned to him to get some warmth.

''Oh,'' Madelyn said, turning back to you. ''He's here,'', she continued, eying you to assess your reaction. You willed you body to not give anything away, to not give away the hurricane of thought streams rushing through your head.

You tried to sound nonchalant. ''Yeah, I know.'', you replied. You were annoyed. Annoyed by his arrogance, annoyed by the fact that you had to see him the whole evening, as if thinking about him wasn't torture enough. You glanced at the freshly mixed drink in your hand and before Madelyn could stop you, drowned it in one sip.

Your face scrunched up at the sour and strong taste of the alcohol that just wakened up all of your taste buds. Madelyn looked at you wide-eyed, and concerned. ''Eh..'', she started, but you raised a gentle hand to silence her. You shook your head to let her know that any tries of a lecture were unnecessary.

Only half an hour later, your vision was blurry and you were sure the room was spinning just the slightest bit. You were on your way to the bathroom, another drink in hand and stumbling only slightly over your own feet.

''Bit drunk there love?'', an all too familiar voice rang in your ear. You rolled your eyes before you could even turn to look at him. You leaned against the occupied bathroom door and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

''What do you want, Louis?'', you asked, annoyance lacing your voice. His eyes traced your whole body, then he took a sip of the drink in his hand. ''Just looking out for ya'', he replied, winking. You were just about to tell him to go get lost when the bathroom door you were leaning against was opened from the inside.

For a split second, you thought your body would hit the cold tile floor of the bathroom. However, you were grabbed by two strong arms that prevented your body from losing its balance. Louis' grip was strong, but gentle, as he pulled your body a little too close to his own.

Your eyes met his and for a moment, neither of your breathed. His gaze dropped down to your lips for a fraction of a second, but you were sure it happened. What was going on here? He was supposed to hate you, and now he was looking at your lips? He must be even drunker than you were.

Louis cleared his throat and slowly let go of his grip on your body. Your eyes followed his hands as he traced ever so slightly over the skin of your arms. Your drinks must have dropped to the floor during the last few seconds. When, you couldn't tell.

''I'll....'', you started, and then turned towards the now empty bathroom. ''I'll go.'', you simply said, wanting to escape whatever situation had just occurred. You were just about to close the door when Louis appeared in the doorway, and squeezed past you into the bathroom. A bewildered look adorned your face as you turned towards him, trying to decipher what his plan of action was.

''Uhm, I was here first.'', you stated stupidly after closing and locking the door behind you. ''Just makin' sure you don't fall again.'', he countered and grinned. For what seemed like the hundredth time that evening, you rolled your eyes at him.

''Get out, will ya?'', you demanded. ''You locked the door.'' You groaned at his reply, the anger and annoyance in you rising. ''What the hell is your problem with me?'', you couldn't take it anymore, you just had to confront him. And, you know... you were drunk, so there's that.

Louis raised one of his eyebrows at you in confusion. ''My problem?'', he asked, you nodded in reply. Your hands were once again crossed in front of your chest, your frame leaning against a washing machine behind you. ''I have a problem with you?'', he inquired further. ''Uh-uh'', you nodded. ''I don't have a problem with you.'', he stated, leaning against the sink and mimicking your posture, although it seemed mocking.

''Don't mess with me, Louis. You couldn't stand me since the first time we met, and ever since, you're just fucking with me. Always dropping comments, always getting on my nerves.'', you brought out. Both of Louis' eyebrows now shot up. ''I'm getting on your nerves?'' ''God, can't you do anything except answer with a question?'', you huffed out irritated.

Louis took a step towards you, the grin never leaving his lips. ''Then why were you looking at me the whole night?'', he leaned in closely as he whispered this question, pure amusement in his eyes. You gulped. ''Because I wanted to stay as far away from you as possible.'', you replied. Which wasn't a lie, technically.

''How's that work out for ya?'', he grinned. ''I mean it, Louis.'', you found your voice, but it felt unsteady. You were too drunk to have this conversation, and at the same time not nearly drunk enough. ''You hate me.'', you stated, and you saw something change in his gaze. ''But why?'', you started sounding desperate for an answer at this point, but you couldn't stop yourself. ''Am I not pretty enough? Not interesting enough? Not dull enough to be able to fuck me and then throw me away afterwards? What have I done that's so bad that you wouldn't even talk to me?'' You let your insecurities get the better of you at this point, but you couldn't care less.

The grin was wiped from his lips, and his eyes no longer held amusement, but disappointment, sadness even. He let his arms drop to his sides, but yours stayed firmly wrapped around yourself. You were scared you would start trembling otherwise. ''You really think that?''. he asked, voice low, hesitant.

''What else am I supposed to think, hm? It's been a year since we've met and you never made the effort to get to know me, talk to me even.'', you answered. ''I didn't know how,'', he replied, voice even quieter. ''What?'', you said.

The gaze that had previously been fixed to the floor finally found yours again, making you nervous. ''I found your absolutely fascinating when we first met.'', he said, and it was all you could do to not let your jaw drop to the floor. ''But you're so educated, so smart, so well-read. I was afraid you'd find me dull.'', he continued, the thoughts racing in your head.

''I thought maybe it was just a quick feeling that would pass over time, but it didn't. I don't know why but you've been in my mind every day since we met, and it's really fucking annoying,'', he laughed, brushing a hand through his hair, not able to look at you. ''And after a while, I just figured you didn't like me, so it was easier to blame it on you.'', he said, now finally looking into your eyes again.

So many things were whirling in your brain, but you couldn't suppress a small smile forming on his lips. ''Superstar Louis Tomlinson doesn't know how to talk to a simple girl?'', you teased. He turned away, embarrassed, but you caught his wrist and tugged at it, pulling him towards you.

His yes dropped to your hand touching his, before he looked into your eyes again. The blue of his eyes was even more mesmerizing when you got to see it this close. You were building up all of your courage now, and as he hesitantly interlinked your fingers, you found just what you needed.

''I was instantly into you,'', you started, and your word choice made him chuckle. ''I was just so sure I'd never have a chance. And then you wouldn't even talk to me, so I thought I was right.'', you explained.

''Well, this must come as a big surprise to you,'', he began, and he slowly raised his other hand and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. ''But you're not always right.'', he whispered. A laugh escaped your mouth. ''You might be onto something,'', you grinned. His hand gently found its place on your cheek. For a second, you froze, but you looked into his eyes and saw it was okay to let this happen.

You slightly leaned into the warmth of his touch, all the while never breaking the comfort of his eyes locking with yours. ''Not to rush anything, but can I kiss you, darlin'?'', he asked, your heart skipping a beat at this question. You chuckled. ''Do you always ask that?'', you replied.

''No,'', he said, sounding certain and serious. ''Only you.'' You looked up at him and saw certainty in his eyes. Certainty about you, about wanting this, about everything he previously said. ''Yes, please.'', you whispered.

He slowly leaned into you until his lips finally touched yours. One hand was still cupping your cheek, the other released yours to softly grab your waist, pulling you closer into him. You willed your body to obey and tried your hardest not to sigh into the kiss.

His lips were soft, and he tasted of alcohol and cigarettes. Your lips moved perfectly against each other, and you wanted more, grabbing his shirt and pulled him impossibly closer.

A loud knock on the door interrupted you and pulled you back into reality. ''Oy, you fuckin' in there?'' a loud voice echoed through the door. Louis and you both laughed, before he placed another gentle peck on your lips. ''Do you wanna leave?'', he asked, his thumb stroking your cheek.

You arched an eyebrow at his question. ''No, I mean-'' he stammered, trying to explain himself. ''I know what you mean,'', you assured him, kissing him again. ''And I would love to.'', you grinned.

[mcsstydia]

x

[mcsstydia]

Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333

[mcsstydia]

Faking it - Finnick Odair

prompt: you won the hunger games, now snow forces you to sell your body. your mentor, finnick odair, proposes the both of you fake a relationship so the capitol citizens won’t be interested in you anymore.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

Warnings: mentions of forced sexual labor

word count: 2.2k

Masterlist

You won the hunger games. After weeks of fighting to survive, of hiding, of pure fright, of killing children who were not much older than you, you won the games. Now, a lifetime of glory and wealth awaited you, right?

You could have never been more wrong. You could have guessed that there was a flaw to what was promised to you. Sometimes, before and also after the games, your mentor, finnick odair, would look at you with a kind of concealed sadness, as if he knew there was something just as bad as the games would wait for you once you survived.

Finnick was 19, only two years older than you, but you had a feeling sometimes you could see in his eyes he had already endured a lifetime worth of pain. Turns out, your feeling was right about the amount of pain his heart had to carry.

Two months after you've won the games, when you've returned home, on a late Wednesday afternoon, Finnick rang the bell at your new house in the victor village. As you opened the door, you were unexpectedly greeted with the handsome man that was Finnick Odair. You had had a crush on him for forever, and it had only intensified during the time where he was your mentor.

Your stomach began to turn in nervous circles. Why was he here? Did he come to see you? Spend time with you even? Wait, that was not it. You could see it in his face. You were good at reading him.

His gaze rose from where it had been previously fixed on the ground to meet yours. There it was again, that sadness. ''What happened?'', you asked, scared it had to do with your mother, who was out of the house for the evening. ''Your mother is alright.'', Finnick said calmly, as if having read your mind.

You visibly relaxed and exhaled. Nonetheless, your grip around the edge of the door did not loosen. ''Then what it is?'', you asked anxiously, trying to seem collected, composed. But Finnick knew you almost as well as you did him.

''Can I come inside?'', he asked in turn. You nodded silently, your body began buzzing with anxiety. The pleasant turns your stomach initially performed upon seeing Finnick had now turned into unpleasant ones. Finnick headed for your living room and you followed him blindly. He pulled up an armchair and gestured you to take place on the couch. He placed the armchair so it was right in front of the couch. Both of you sat down, and then he gently took both of your hands into his large, warm ones.

This is how bad it was? Normally, you would jump in the air at the touch of his hands on your skin. Now, you could feel the colour draining from your face and the warmth leaving your hands in dread of what was to come.

''Just tell me'', you demanded. You knew he would search for the best way to tell you, to somehow sugar-coat it. Finnick looked at you, and you knew he could see in your eyes that this was what you needed.

''Snow sells the good-looking winners to the citizens of the capitol. At least their body. And now he wants to sell you.'', he said. For a moment, the information had to sink in. Then, you could feel the remaining control you had had over your facial muscles seep away. All expression fell from your face, your eyes made no effort to conceal the tears that came flooding in, and your hands began shaking in the gentle hold Finnick had on them.

His grip around your hands strenghtened, but stayed gentle. ''No…'', you managed to breath out, shaking your head in disbelief. You could feel all the strength leaving your body. Finnick seemed to notice, or he had anticipated it, because he caught your head as it fell toward him, his hands gently cupping the sides of your face. A thought came to your mind about the person you cared most for in this world. In between ragged breaths, you managed to ask ''Did he do it to you?'' The look in his eyes was all you needed to know it was true.

Loud, ugly sobs escaped your lips and you made no effort to hide them. Finnick made no effort to calm you, he knew there was no point in telling you it was all going to be okay. ''I've got you,'', he whispered into single strands of hair, your head still in his hands.

He rocked your body back and forth in an attempt to tell you he was there, and he wouldn't leave. He had begun to do that on the first night after your name was drawn for the games. You had been in the train on your way to the capitol, as he found you on the floor, weeping. He held you the whole night, until you had finally managed to fall asleep. He had rocked you gently, had promised to get you out of the arena alive.

At this point, you had thought he would tell that to every young girl he would mentor. Now, you came to the tentative conclusion that you meant something to him.

Suddenly, he whispered, ''I have a plan,''. The sentence brought you back to reality. His hands never leaving your face, you managed to lift your head just so much as to be able to look in his eyes. His beautiful face was blurred by the tears still in your eyes, and by your already-swollen eyelids. He looked at you with concern, and care, and suddenly you knew you were anything to him but simply another tribute he had to mentor.

You realised you were more than important to him. His next sentences only proved how much you meant to him. ''I won't let him do that to you,'', he began, wiping away one of your tears with his thumb. You could also see fear in his eyes, but it was fear for your wellbeing, for your life.

''It's risky,'', he continued and breathed in. ''But I would risk it, for you.'', a deeper meaning of his words hung in the air, but it was not important now. ''If we fake to be in a relationship, Snow can't sell you. The capitol citizens would then never want to tear us apart.'', he explained. His word registered in your head, and the word fake sent a painful, but quickly fading, stab into your chest.

''Would they believe it?'', you asked. Finnick allowed himself to smile, and his fingers carressed your cheeks. You thought you could read him well, but you weren't so sure now. His expression screamed 'of course they'll believe us, look at how in love I am with you', but he couldn't really think that. He couldn't. You would know if he had feelings for you, and you were sure he did not.

Something brought him back from his thoughts into the situation. So he said, ''I hope they do. That's why I said it's risky. If they do not believe it, if Snow does not believe it, we would be in a lot of trouble.'' You pressed your lips together, and then nodded. ''Why would you do that for me?'', you asked, and then imeediately wanted to take the question back.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. ''Because I care about you.'', he whispered, holding your gaze. ''Once we do this,'', he continued. ''there's no going back. It will be us against the world, probably until we die. Do you realize that?'', he asked.

For once, you hoped he could not read your face, or your thoughts for that matter. Did you realize that? Yes. Was it scary? Of course. But was it scary because that meant you had to spend the rest of your life with him? No. That was the only part of this whole thing that sounded like heaven. Instead of telling him any of this, you nodded as an answer.

The next weeks Finnick and you prepared your 'relationship'. You got to know each other better, to make it seem as realistic as possible that you were in love. Many nights were spent like this, quietly, so as even your mother would not know. Many nights ended with your head in his lap, with his fingers running through your hair. Many nights, in which the both of you fell asleep on your couch, or in his bed, all the while holding on to each other.

When your victory tour began, while visiting the districts, you made apparent that you were a couple. Word quickly got out about the new power couple of victors. On the nights on the train, Finnick often lay next to you, to hold you through your cries. It was agonizing to visit the districts of the children who died in the games you were a part of.

Your new relationship was so important to the capitol citizens, that, once in the capitol, both finnick and you were invited to Ceasar Flickerman's show. So you sat there, with Finnick next you, his hand in yours. You had gotten used to the pleasant feeling that was ilicited whenever he touched you. You had gotten used to having him near, so it was not hard to appear happy next to him. It had never been, though.

The people loved you. Everyone adored the two of you together. So much so, that president Snow let go of forcing you into selling your body to the citizens of the capitol. For now.

For now, you were on your way back home from the capitol to district 4. For now, there was the slight hope that things would stay that way, and it was all thanks to Finnick. On this first night on your way back home, you hadn't asked Finnick to come into your room. He had spent the night next to you for the whole of the victory tour, calming you down, holding you when you cried.

But now? You thought Finnick was tired of taking care of you every night. You thought Finnick deserved a night to himself. After all, he wouldn't get many of those anymore that you were in a 'relationship' with him. So you lay there, on your bed, your hands neatly folded on your stomach, your thoughts almost as loud as the train on the tracks. When the doors to your compartment opened, you sat up in your bed, startled and scared. It was only when you saw that it was Finnick who entered, that you relaxed again. Somewhy, you stood up from your bed out of reflex. Finnick looked agitated, and for a moment you feared he brought bad news again. His mouth stood slightly agape, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes frantically scanned your body.

''I don't want to sleep without you,'', he suddenly blurted out. Shock was an understatement. You couldn't help yourself. ''What?'', you brought out as an answer.

The usually calm, confident Finnick he could so easily present himself as for the cameras was nowhere to be seen. He seemed scared, agitated, and lost all at once. ''I-..'', he began tentatively, and took a step toward you.

''I don't want to sleep without you. I don't want to, and I can't, for that matter, when you are not next to me, when I don't know you're safe, when I cannot feel your body next to mine.'' Although he obviusly tried to explain himself, you were no smarter than before.

Finnick could see that you were not sure what he was trying to tell you. He took a few steps until he stood directly in front of you. He took your face into his hands. ''This,'', he continued, gesturing to the two of you. ''It was never fake to me. I never wanted it to be fake. I love you. I have loved you for a long, long time, and I plan on doing it for the rest of my life.'', finally, he seemed to exhale of what seemed to have been a breath he had held for a long time.

Tears began pooling in your eyes. And for the first time in a long time, they were tears of happiness. ''Oh Finnick Odair, are you really so blind as to think I ever wanted it to be fake? I am madly in love with you.'', you finally confessed, and a grin so wide he had never managed to fake for the cameras spread across his lips.

''And now, kiss me, please,'', to any other person, this would have sounded like begging. But it was Finnick, and it was you, and you were both so madly in love nothing else mattered.

So Finnick did what you asked him to do. Slowly, he leaned down, and let his lips brush against yours. After that, it was instant. You both were so hungry for each other, so desperate to finally be able to touch each other in a way you had only dreamed of.

Hands were tangled in hair, and roamed the body of the other. Your lips and teeth clashed against one another, but the kissing erupted feelings in your stomach, and heart, and the whole body, really, that you had never thought could exist. When you broke apart, the both of you giggled, caressed each other's skin, and placed delicate kisses here and there.

That night, you fell asleep in each other's arms again, kissing, holding each other. For the first time in a long time, you weren't scared of the future, because you knew either way, you would spend it with Finnick.

[mcsstydia]

“Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will learn what inspires you. You will cultivate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity. And when you do meet the right person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it because you are sure of yourself.”

— Bianca Sparacino

[mcsstydia]

Dance with me in the rain - Peeta Mellark

prompt: from these prompts ''I'm right here baby, it's okay'' ''Dance with me in the rain''

pairing: peeta x reader

warnings: nightmares, otherwise only fluff

word count: 1.9k

Masterlist

Peeta and you, you were friends. Well, kind of. You were pretty sure you were in love with him. You weren't as sure regarding his feelings. But you needed him too much, too often, to ruin whatever was going on between you by telling him how you really felt.

What you really felt was electricity whenever he touched you. It was your stomach getting warm and turning at the thought of his lips ever touching yours. It was thinking about him, each and every day, the whole day. It was the desperation of being near him, of having him around, of hearing his laughter and seeing his smile. So you chose the safest way to keep him close: staying friends.

Well, as already mentioned, friends and whatever it was that was going on between the two of you. Because most nights, well, almost every night now, he held you as you went to sleep, and was still there when you woke up, either from nightmares or from the sunrays coming in through your bedroom window.

It had been the same last night. Peeta came over to your house. You opened the door, he took your hand into his warm one, and you went up to your bedroom in silence.

When both of you finally got under the covers was when you really started to talk. In the darkness, in the comfortable silence that came with Peeta's presence, it was alsmot easy talking about what moved your heart the most.

You talked about poverty, about the hunger, Peeta talked about the games. Your problems had decreased ever since Peeta won the games, and you tried to lessen the pains of his memories by drawing circles on his skin when he talked. You held him through his nightmares about the games, he held you through yours about losing him. You never told him exactly about what the darkness of your nightmares consisted of, but you had the vague feeling he knew anyway.

So he held you, this night, as he always did, when you woke up screaming his name frantically. You sat up and your arms flailed around your body, feeling around the matress in panic. Peeta's arms were around you in an instant, stopping your arms from further flapping around. ''I'm right here baby, it's okay.'', he whispered into your hair, and pressed a soft kiss against your temple.

Your fingers tightly warpped around the arm that was draped acrossd your upper body as Peeta rocked you back and forth. His chest pressed into your back as a stream of silent tears flowed down your face. The arm that wasn't wrapped up between your fingers moved soothingly through your hair. Peeta's fingers solved and created knots between your hair strands but whatever he did, it did its part in calming you down, even if it was just the lightest bit.

As your body slowly recovered from the violent shivers that shook it, Peeta pulled you closer, so you leaned fully into him. What had he called you? Baby? Since when did he do that? You tried recalling a time when he had ever said that to you, and you failed. Had he done it accidentally? Where did this come from? What did it mean?

Even now, his lips lingered in your hair, touching your head without pressing them into your skin. The sound of rain splattering against your window began filling the silence of the room. Peeta suddenly shifted behind you, and you thought you did something to ruin it, to make him want to run. Had he realised what he had called you? Had he finally figured out that you were in love with him?

Your heart rate sped up as the thoughts raced around in your head. But instead of getting up and leaving, he shifted his body so his legs were around your body, and tried to catch your gaze. His arms never leaving their embrace around your upper body. You felt completely engulfed by him, you felt safe. You finally caught his eyes, making the corners of his lips twitch into a smile.

''Dance with me in the rain,'', he whispered. To your surprise, he pressed another light kiss onto the skin of your upper arm, and then leaned his head onto your arm, searching your eyes for an answer. In turn, you searched his eyes for a clue of whether he was joking around or whether he really meant it.

Peeta must have sensed your doubts, because he repeated his request. ''I mean it,'', he said, wiping a tear from your cheek and then tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ''C'mon, let's go outside and dance.'' The tears did not stop filling your eyes when you answered. ''I can't dance.'', you whispered back, hesitant.

A small chuckle escaped Peeta's lips as he rubbed one of his hands down your back. ''Of course you can,''. Slowly, he got up. He didn't let go of you, always touching some part of your body, always keeping you close. As he stood in front of your bed, he held both of your hands. ''C'mon, baby.''

There it was again. Baby. This time it was for sure no accident. It couldn't have been. You let him tug at your hands and pull you out of bed. As you let him pull you to stand, you stood directly in front of him. He closed his arms around you again, and your head rested on his chest in comfort.

When he broke your hug, he did it gently, still never fully removing his touch from you. Downstairs, you put on your shoes. Peeta opened te front door and a shower of rain greeted you, accompanied by the smell of it you adored so much.

Peeta took the first step outside, his hand still in yours. He looked back at you to catch your gaze, encouraging you to follow him. Rain dops were already collecting in his hair, making his blond hair look slightly darker than it was.

Finally, you could feel yourself beginning to smile and you stepped out of the comfort of your home into the rain. Peeta pulled the both of you onto the empty and deserted street. He stopped when you were right in the middle of it, then he took both of your hands into his and pulled your body close to his.

One of his hands grabbed yours firmly, the other landed on your waist. You placed your free hand onto his shoulder, then also leaned your chin upon it. Peeta took the lead, if you could call it that, and swayed both of your bodies from side to side.

The rain fell down onto you, wettening your hair, your clothes, your skin, until you were soaked to the bone. ''What are your nightmares about?'' Peeta suddenly asked, still swaying from side to side. You lifted your chin from its position on Peeta's shoulder to be able to look him in the eyes, contemplating about telling him the truth.

The look in his eyes suddenly told you that you could. ''About losing you,''. Something changed in his expression, but you couldn't quite decipher it. He freed the hand that was clasped in yours and placed it in the back of your neck. He pulled your head into his chest and placed countless kisses on the side of your head, into your hair, onto your temple and your forehead.

Then silence overtook you again, though Peeta was still swaying your bodies from left to right. ''Aren't you gonna ask me what mine are about?'', he whispered into the wet locks of your hair, then placing another kiss into them. His hand was still placed on your neck when you pulled back, just far enough so you could look at him again.

You did so tentatively, still not knowing what your confession did to him. A glint of amusement glistened in his eyes, yet you could not make out why. ''They're about the games.'', you stated, matter-of-factly. His hand came to rest at the side of your face, and you leaned into it out of habit.

''Sometimes, yes,'', he began, never once breaking eye contact when speaking. ''Most of the times, they are about losing you.'' The statement surprised you to say the least, and for a moment you felt dizzy. Your eyebrows rose up in genuine confusion as you stammered for an appropriate answer. ''Wha-.. what? I mean... what? Really?'', you sounded helpless, stupid even. Nonetheless, whatever you stammered, it made another chuckle escape Peeta's lips, his fingers absentmindedly caressing the skin of your cheek.

''Did you not know?'', he asked, smiling. Your confusion and lack of answer made his smile vanish from his face, and his eyebrows drew together in concern. ''Seriously, did you not know?'', he pressed. ''No,'' you asnwered silently, but really, how could you have?

You were about to argue, ask him where he had given you signs, where he had made it obvious, when he cupped both of your cheeks into his hands, as if to shake some sense into you. ''It doesn't matter now,'', he whispered, staring so deeply into your eyes you thought he wanted to read your mind.

''I am desperately in love with you,'', he confessed, shocking you again, your face a clear display of it. ''So much that I cannot stand it when you are not with me, not talking to me, not by my side in any way.'', he continued. Your heart skipped a beat, or two, you didn't know how many, really. Yet you didn't, couldn't, answer him.

''Can you say something?'', he asked, desperate at your lack of reaction other than utter confusion. ''I..'', you began, not knowing why you couldn't voice your feelings. The rain still poured down on your bodies, wettening your faces to a point where water was dripping down your cheeks, your lips, your chins.

Lips. Peeta's lips. You stared at them, then back into his eyes. Then something overtook you, you gripped Peeta by his shirt and pulled him into you, pressing your lips onto his in one swift move. You grasped at his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. Something clicked in him and he tried to pull you closer as well, pressing his lips onto yours with an urge you could not describe. His lips were wet from the rain but still warm.

Your chests heaved heavily with your breaths as you kissed and kissed as though you thought you could never kiss again. One of his hands left your cheeks and he draped it across your back, to keep you as close as possible when your lips finally stopped moving against one another. He leaned his forehead against yours, all parts of your bodies still touching except of your lips.

''I love you,'', you chuckled, making a smile spread across his lips. You have never been as good with words as Peeta was, but you had to let him know either way. ''That's why you are the only one who can calm me down after a nightmare, because it is only you I care about. It is you I love, you whom I cannot spend a day thinking about, spend a day living without.'', you finally confessed.

The smile did not leave Peeta's lips after that. ''I love you too,'', he answered. ''So much.'', he continued, then leaned down to place a delicate on your lips.

Afterwards, you went to Peeta's house, changed into dry clothes, and cuddled up in warm blankets. Peeta held you, and he kissed you, and it was the first night the both of you spent without any nightmares.

[mcsstydia]

PROMPTS OF ALL PROMPTS

I would definitely make intense smut prompts later! For now I hope you enjoy these fluff angst prompts instead! Requests are always opened!

For others that want to use these prompts! You're free to do so! Just tag me no need to credit. I would love to read it and see what you came up with! -- FLUFF PROMPTS 

“Can you hug me”

“My teammates gets annoyed because I talk about you 24/7”

“Can we have a date night tonight?”

“Do you know you're pretty” 

“Why are you being a pain?” 

“Stop simping for me you simp” 

“Your blushing you idiot” 

“Are you kidding me? I love cuddles” 

“Your hair smells good.” 

“I just want to lay here all day” 

“Can you wash my hair for me?” 

“I really need you right now”

“I like you.. well no… I love you” 

“I love your smile” 

“You sent me inappropriate pictures. When I was out in public” 

“Why are you so clingy?” 

“Fine. We can stay home tonight” 

“Dance with me in the rain” 

“Let’s jump in the puddles!” 

“Can I sit on your lap?” 

“Kiss me please!” 

“Can you rub my arm in circles?” 

“I’m wearing your shirt if that’s fine!” 

“This still smells like you” (long distant or for breakups) 

“Your mom gave me pictures of you when you were a baby.” 

“Stop you’re making me blush in public” 

“Don’t… I’m ticklish —“ 

“I can’t sleep can I stay here”

“I had a nightmare…”

“I care about you”

“You mean everything to me”

“You make me feel like I’m at home every time”

“Can I give you a hug? You look like you need one”

“Stop denying it! You need sleep”

“You’re so adorable.”

“You make me so happy.”

“I need pads”

“I don’t ever want to lose you”

“I feel better now that you’re here with me”

“It’s like we are meant to be”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“I feel safe when I’m with you”

“I can’t reach the top shelf.. Can you help?”

“Here take my jacket.”

“I just started my period…”

 “I’m right here baby, it’s okay”

“I’m so in love with you.”

“I’m never leaving you.”

“You're mine forever.”

“Should we make it official?”

BEACH PROMPTS

“Can you do my sunscreen?” 

“Why is your massages better than you scratching my back” 

“Please come in the water” 

“Stop it’s cold!” 

“I'm going to splash you!” 

“My sandcastle is better than yours” 

“I won!”

“Don’t throw me in the water!!!”

“I’m trying to tan”

“Stand in front of me you block the sun”

“Can you give me a piggyback”

“The sand is hot” 

“Come with me on the floatie!”

“Can you set up the umbrella?”

WINTER PROMPTS

“it’s snowing!” 

“We are locked in…”

“Let’s look at the stars through the window”

“Can we bake gingerbread cookies”

“You got frosting on your face”

“It’s so cold..”

“I love hot coco.”

“Look! I caught a snowflake in my mouth!”

“You got snow in your hair!”

“My snowman is better!”

“Whoever gets to the bottom of the hill first wins!”

“It’s freezing, could you turn on the heat?”

“Snowball fight!!!”

“I got snow in my boots, now my feet are cold.”

“Dw! I’ll warm you up!”

“Let’s build a fort!”

“This is the perfect time to set up the Christmas tree!”

“Ooh! I love sledding!”

“Woo! That was sooo fun!”

“Here! I made this one just for you!”

“You have such good decorating skills!”

SUMMER/CAMPING PROMPTS

“It’s so hot!”

“Can I borrow your hat please?”

“May you buy me a slushie? I forgot my wallet”

“The mosquitoes are killing me”

“Here let me spray you”

“Let’s go on a hike!”

“The sun is so bright.”

“Did you forget the sunscreen.”

“Baby, can you get my backside please?”

“I want to go swimming.”

“Can we just stay inside!”

“This is the perfect spot to set up our campsite.”

“I got the marshmallows!”

“I’ll help you set up the tent. But.. I don’t know how.”

“I’m already tired.”

“Let's roast marshmallows!”

“I made a smore just for you!”

“We can share.”

“Come swimming with me!”

“The water is sooo warm.”

“I rented a boat. You know how to drive it right..?”

“Don’t worry, of course I got the beer.”

“I love summer parties.”

“No… I didn’t steal your towel… Ok fine I did”

“Put me down – Ok ok fine fine! You win.”

“Can we go on a road trip?”

“You pushed me into the water, you jerk!”

“I couldn’t help myself… All the ice-cream flavours looked so good!”

“I didn’t buy any more ice cream.. The receipts are lies!!!!”

“Can we stay longer!!”

ANGST/ARGUMENT/BREAKUP PROMPTS

“You promised me.”

“You lied. You said you would never leave me.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know everything”

“Please don’t do this.”

“I loved you.”

“Why don’t you trust me”

“This can’t be goodbye.”

“Please don’t walk out.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t love you.”

“We were never meant to be.”

“I just wanted to be enough for you.”

“I don’t forgive you.”

“Stop saying sorry! It’s always ‘I’m sorry’. When you really aren’t”

“If you’re sorry, why did you leave me?”

“You thought I was dumb.”

“I know you’re lying.”

“Why did I fall in love with you.”

“I’m so stupid to think we had something.”

“You never cared about me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop being selfish.”

“I moved on.”

“You cheated on me.”

“This isn’t working…”

“No. We can’t… we are too toxic for each other.”

“Why me..”

“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”

“I’m done.”

“It’s better if we just stop seeing each other.”

“I can’t love you.”

“You broke my heart so carelessly. Now you want forgiveness?”

“You don’t deserve me.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Your always mad at me.”

“What do you want? Because I could care less.”

“I was such a fool.”

“You talked to her and then lied about it.”

“You told people that you were single…”

“I thought you loved me..”

“How could you…”

“That’s not going to happen. I already told you.”

“What's wrong with you seriously?”

“You lost me”

“Where’s your new gf/bf?”

“Shouldn’t you be with your new gf/bf”

“I thought things were going amazing”

“I thought wrong…”

“This is goodbye.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“I can’t live without you.’

“What did you expect me to say?”

“Our relationship is in the past. I’m sorry.”

“I like someone else.”

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“How did you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”

“I think it’s best if we don’t meet again.”

“You didn’t love me, did you?”

“I hope you're happier.”

“At least you got what you wanted”

“I was miserable and I still loved you.”

“Stop pretending. You wanted me like this… You wanted me broken and you got what you wanted.”

“We can’t keep talking. This isn’t healthy.”

“It’s best if we stop talking… like forever.”

“You're not the same person I fell in love with.”

“You don’t own me.”

“You act like everything is fine when it’s not!”

“Can we not argue for once.”

“Not now. Not even in a million years. I would ever think to give you another chance.”

“I fell for your lies again, and now I’m not anymore.”

“I was nothing to you. I was only a toy for you to manipulate and I fell for it.”

“Why wouldn’t you admit to everything! This was all your fault.”

“I hate you.”

“I despise you.”

“You were my ride or die.”

“I don’t fall in love. I don’t want to be loved or love someone else.”

“If I leave you know you would never see me again.”

“I deserve better.”

“You were my first and would be my last.”

“Don’t – Don’t make me fall in love again.”

“You know we can’t..”

“I know this is random and we haven’t talked in awhile.. But can you stay with me one more night and just forget about everything.”

“It was indeed. The wrong place the wrong time”

“Good for you!”

“Why can’t you be happy for me for once?”

“We shouldn’t be together anymore. I’m supposed to hate you.”

“How could I be so oblivious..”

“Why did I even think I could be enough for you.”

“I needed to hold you once more.”

“I don’t understand.. Wha- what are you saying..”

“I don’t want to say something I’ll regret later.”

“Don’t bother to call me when you need something later.”

“I didn’t mean to. I was just mad..”

“Please forgive me.”

“Why are you suddenly coming back into my life after I just started to do good.”

“Do you not understand the words ‘I’m done’.”

“Haha! You think I love you? That’s pathetic.”

FICS/STORY IDEAS

Here’s some storyline ideas. You can decide if you want it angst or fluff or whatever! I don’t mind if you take this ideas. You don’t need to credit just a tag, so I could read it! Would be great!

All the promises were already broken. 

Just one more night with no feelings, nothing. After that we forget.

Reader finds out their relationship was nothing, but a lie.

He wanted her back. She moved on. 

Even after breaking up. They still find ways back to each other.

He manipulated her and she fell for it.

They are toxic for each other. But always end up in bed with each other.

He wanted her back but she isn’t giving him another chance.

He left her and she still wanted him back.

They were never meant to be and they knew that. They just can’t let each other go.

She just wanted to be enough for him, but he didn’t care.

He cheated and she found out. Now he realized he can’t live without her.

He didn’t deserve her. But her love for him is stronger.

They thought they had something. But then decided it was best if they stopped seeing each other.

She always forgave him, but this time she didn’t.

How could you be in love with someone who is always mad at you. She knew it was best if she just left. But after everything they've been through it wasn’t going to be easy.

She couldn’t love him as much as she wanted to. It was forbidden to sleep with someone you worked for. But she couldn’t help but ignore the rule.

He was such a fool for letting her into his life. But maybe it was the best thing to happen to him.

They broke up, but they can’t live without each other.

Their relationship was fragments of the past, but deep down their love was still stronger than ever. What happens when they meet again?

She thought things were going amazing. Well she thought wrong.

He got what he wanted and he was happy. Meanwhile she was still broken and miserable.

Their relationship was amazing at the start. But over time the person that she fell in love with wasn’t the same.

After years of talking. They decided it was best if they stopped. Maybe it actually didn’t stop in the end.

He didn’t listen and thought everything was fine. She knew everything wasn’t fine and just wanted him to listen.

She despised him. He was arrogant and only cared about himself. That was until he gave her a ride home.

She didn’t want to fall in love with him again until his touch made her do the one thing she didn’t want to do ‘fall in love again’.

They stopped talking, but he called her wanting just one more night to forget about everything.

No denying they loved each other. But this was their third breakup. It was just best if she left for good.

He was her first love and would be her last. (either she could meet someone else or something!)

He didn't care about any girls and most importantly. He didn’t fall in love. That was until he saw her and his whole life changed.

She knew he was pretending and she wasn’t falling for it.

After years of dating they finally said the 3 words. ‘I love you’

Maybe being snowed in wasn’t so bad after all.

He didn’t seem to understand the words ‘I’m done.’ If they were done, why was she in his bed again.

After years of apologizing. Apology accepted.

After she said don’t ‘bother calling when you need something’. Turns out it was her in the end calling for something.

Maybe jealousy is something that can reunite the flame that was lost.

He was jealous and she didn’t care.

She didn’t trust him. Until one night when drinks got the best of her, and waking up on his couch realized how wrong she was.

She thought he didn’t love her. Until he showed her how much he did.

He didn’t understand that she was breaking up with him. She wanted so badly to say no. But her desires got the best of her.

[mcsstydia]

"it's unhealthy to read fanfiction"

well i'm doing my 20 minutes of daily reading so...