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Meet me in the pouring rain
Harry James potter x fem reader.
Inspired by this pin: https://pin.it/2JlvuwrlR
It was your fifth year at Hogwarts, and you were always sort of alone. You had friends but they were never close. You were one of those in between people in school. Those people your classmates will remember in 10 years but won’t know anything about you.
Today was a cold day and despite that, the common room was far too busy to be reading in. And so you sat on the bleachers while the quidditch practice was happening below, to finally read your book in peace.
You could vaguely hear Harry shout instructions every now and again. Harry Potter was possibly one of your favourite people, simply because he was always nice to you.
He would lend you pens in class or explain something in defence against the dark arts. He check in on you at least once a week. He gave you his scarf at hogsmeade once because he said you looked cold.
And despite his fame, he kept to himself. What you didn’t notice was the subtle glances he kept sending you, the smile on his face when you wore his scarf. The stolen touches when teaching you how to get the correct brew.
Your nose was deep into the book you were reading you didn’t even notice Harry watching you from his broom.
In fact in was halfway through practice already when you finally looked up from the pages. And it was only because it had started to rain and your book was going to get wet.
You tucked your book into your coat and awkwardly ran down the stairs of the tent to run back to the castle…which was ages away.
“I’ll be right back” Harry told his team, squinting through the rain. He angled his broom downwards and zoomed through the entrance to the stadium, grabbing an umbrella in the process.
He quickly caught up to you on his broom and held the umbrella above you from his seat in the sky.
You looked up in confusion to see the boy on his broom above you sheltering from the rain.
You smiled. “Thank you Harry.”
Even those three basic words were enough to make him blush.
He put a hand by his eyebrows in attempt to block the water from his glasses.
He flew beside you as you walked, keeping you dry.
“What are you doing out at the quidditch field?” Harry asked.
“Trying to find a quiet place to read.” You replied blankly, still holding the book to your chest in attempt to save the pages.
Harry looked like he wanted to say something but he didn’t.
“What?” I asked.
“I know a place, by the lake…it’s quiet there. I can show you if you’d like…maybe you could read to me.” He stuttered.
I smiled. He was bright red and so was I.
“That- that would be nice.”
He smiled back and then to the floor. “That’s- good. Good that’s good.”
“I wouldn’t mind watching you practice though…” I spoke up, testing the water. Maybe Harry liked me….
He looked a bit shocked. “I’d like that. Great,” he smiled even wider.
When we arrived at the castle he hopped of his broom.
“Meet me here, noon, Tomorrow.” He said moving closer. “Bring a book,”
I blushed. And nodded.
He gave me a hug and said goodbye.
That same evening I was woken up by something I couldn’t see. That was until Harry took of his invisibility cloak
“Harry! What are you doing here?” I whisper, trying to open my eyes all the way, still half-asleep.
“I want to show you something.” He said.
“I’m in pyjamas.” I say, not that impressed with his timing. He seems to brush this off and shows me his pyjama pants.
I drag myself out of bed and follow him with my book in hand as per usual. Trying to fix my hair.
He leads me up a lot of stairs, hogwarts still feels so homey without the people all over the halls. Despite my asking he’s insisting it’s a surprise.
We reach the astronomy tower and he’s got the roof open and has placed down a blanket with cups of tea next to it.
I look up at him, feeling so special. He was so sweet. “Harry…this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” I tell him and lean closer on my toes to kiss his cheek gently, brushing his other cheek with my hand.
“I-I couldn’t wait, to see you…I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” He stutters, blushing like a mess.
I smile wider as we sit on the blanket and lie down looking at the stars. I’ve never seen them so bright.
Harry pretends to yawn to put his arm around my shoulders, I smile at how cheesy it is. It was kind of cute though.
I cuddle next to him and rest my head on his chest. I can almost hear his smile.
He takes my hand in his and immediately leans on his elbows.
“You’re freezing.” He lets out.
“I’m alright, really.” I tell him but it’s too late he’s already out of his quidditch jumper and handing it to me.
“Thank you.” I say softly and put it on.
We lean back to our original position.
“I like you a lot y/n.” He says, not nervous sounding anymore.
“I like you a lot too Harry. All of this means so much to me.” I reply and smile at him, lying on my side.
He sits up a little too and I don’t know who moved closer first but soon enough his lips were on mine and his hands were on my frostbitten cheeks. I placed a hand in his hair, almost wanting to pull him closer.
When the kiss finally broke we both just smiled, with a breathy laugh.
We watched the stars for hours until the sun began to rise.
“Read to me.” Harry whispered in my ear, stroking his fingers through my hair.
And I did, and he held onto every word.
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taytrashmouth · 2 months
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hi! can I please make a request if they are open? prompt 27: “You are everything to me! Don’t you see that!?” with Peeta? maybe some angst (followed by fluff) when he returns home to his partner after he and Katniss stage their relationship during the first hunger games film?
thank you, hope you had happy holidays! :)
I love this!!!! Requests are open!
I had a great holiday season! I hope yours were great too and that you are having a good new year. 🩷😁
Sorry for the delay!!!!!
Prompt 27: you are everything to me! Don’t you see that?
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My heart was racing and my head was spinning as I waited for Peeta to get home. I knew he would have to make a speech in the square but I wanted to see him in person.
I don’t know how to feel. The boy I’ve loved since kindergarten was sent to die before I could tell him how I felt. I was sure he knew, and that he felt the same way. But after I saw him and katniss on tv I wasn’t so sure.
I waited until after he’d seen his family to meet him by the lake.
I saw him walking towards me and I let out a breath I’d been holding in since the reaping. Tears escaped your eyes and I couldn’t help but run up to him and crush him in a hug. He hugged back tightly.
“You’re here, you’re okay.” I spoke more to yourself than him.
“I’m here.” He whispered back.
I pulled apart and examined his face, looking at the small cuts and faded scars.
“I missed you.” I let out.
“Me too…more than anything.”
I almost smiled. But I couldn’t, not with the way he left.
I was taken to the room where I could say goodbye. I ran in and hugged him, like it was the last…because it was.
I was crying and so was he. “It’s gonna be okay,” I told him, not sure of my words. He shook his head.
“You have to win.” I practically begged. “Please.” I’ve never sounded so small.
“I’ll try…for you.” He spoke. Examining my features. I heard the peacekeepers knocking on the door signalling that I should leave. I hugged him tightly again and whispered I love you in his ear.
He didn’t know that I really meant it. I kissed his cheek and he looked at me with a look I’d never seen before. He brushed my hair behind my ear and leaned in and just as our lips brushed the peacekeepers ripped me away, kicking and shouting.
I looked at him now, his eyes far away.
There was a moment of silence before he pulled me back into a hug. Brushing his fingers through my hair.
“I brought you something.” He let out when he finally let go.
“What?” I ask in slight confusion.
He reached into his pocket and took out a jewelry box. I smiled slightly. He was sent to the capital to die, and he had time to buy me a gift.
I opened it and it was a necklace with silver roses twisted along the chain and at the end was a P.
I felt like crying it was so thoughtful and gorgeous.
“I don’t know what to say, Peeta it’s beautiful.” I smiled at him. “Thank you.”
He gestured for me to turn around and I did, moving my hair aside as he put the necklace on.
I turned back to him. I had to ask, I wouldn’t be able to pretend everything was fine.
“Do you love her?” I asked, feeling hurt all over again.
“Who? Katniss?”
I nodded.
“No…they made us do it, haymitchs idea. We had to pretend to get sponsors.” He explained.
I nodded, not convinced.
“What?” He asked knowing there was something wrong.
“It seemed real.” I shrug.
“I was doing what I had to…n/n please believe me.” He was upset.
“What about that story, the first day of school, you said you’d liked her your whole life,” I spoke, staring to get teary.
“It wasn’t true…not entirely anyway,” he sighed.
“Not entirely? What does that even mean?”
“I was describing you!” He let out, tears in his eyes too. He couldn’t loose you.
“What?” I whispered.
“You wore a yellow dress to the first day of school….” He whispered back. “The only thing that was about her in that story was the singing.”
I was struggling to believe he’s liked me for longer than I have. I was struggling to believe he liked me at all.
I shook my head. Tears on my cheeks, I just wanted my best friend back and now it was complicated.
He grabbed my shoulder and made me look at him.
“You always wore your hair down, even when it was hot. You sat on the swings everyday after school waiting for your brother to walk you home. Your favourite colour has been green since I met you.” He rambled and I couldn’t believe it.
“You are everything to me don’t you see that!” He basically yelled.
“I love you.” He whispered and held the sides of my face.
“I love you too.” I smiled through my tears, happy ones.
He kissed me so passionately it felt like I was on cloud 9.
“I’ve been waiting over a decade for that.” He whispered in my ear like it was a secret.
“Me too.” I whispered back.
He kissed me again more gently this time.
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taytrashmouth · 3 months
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Request: Hiiii first comment on tumblr EVER…I really love 19 and 14..with peeta would be so cute (I’m in a peeta chokehold rn..) I LOVR YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH I CANT GET ENOUGH💕💕💕🙏🙏🙏 -@bigbootysniffer
Prompt 14: slow dancing by a fire
Prompt 19: person B is insecure about their scars and person A makes them feel better about it
This is adorable, I’m so in love with this request!!! Hope you like it!!!! Thanks so much for all your kind words it really means a lot to me ❤️❤️
Requests are open so please send them in!!!!
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Peeta x reader. Set during mockingjay after Peeta is rescued from the capitol.
It had been a rough few weeks. First you lost Peeta, which made you pretty unbearable to be around. Then you saw him on TV saying all those things, using words that weren’t his.
Coin had to lock you in your room when they went to rescue him. When they finally did let you see him, you ignored everyone’s warnings including snows. He tried to kill you which was hard to deal with.
Two weeks later and no real developments had been made in the rebellion and they finally let you be alone with Peeta for an hour. You sat in the fake garden in the base of district 13.
And watched as the guards escorted him over to you. He didn’t look like himself. Thin and covered in bruises.
“Call us if you need to.” One of the guards handed you a buzzer. You nodded.
Peeta sat down on the picnic blanket next to you. You felt nervous around him. Which made you want to cry, you were scared of Peeta.
“Hey.” You smiled.
“Hi.” He didn’t look like he wanted to be here.
“I got your favourite bread. And orange soda.” You showed him.
He just stared. “I can’t remember what’s real and what’s not.” He spoke just above a whisper. He sounded so depressed.
You thought for a moment before answering. “Ask me.”
“Green is your favourite colour. Real or not real?” He stared at you.
“Real. Yours is orange, like the sunset.” You smiled at him.
He almost looked relieved. He sort of smiled and took a sip of the soda. His colour.
“I missed you.” Tears filled your eyes.
He looked at his lap. He couldn’t say the same thing. Still confused as to why he believed you wanted to kill Him.
“You used to make me bread like this all the time. It was my favorite part of the week. Not because i liked the bread, that was just a bonus, but because I got to see you.” You spoke, trying to break the tension.
You tore a piece of bread off the loaf and hit it in your mouth.
“I threw bread at you.” He spoke.
“I was starving, you saved me.” You assured him.
“I burnt it on purpose. And my mother beat me for it. If I didn’t care about you I would’ve had a lot less suffering.”
Tears filled your eyes and regret washed over his face.
“It’s all fuzzy. I’m sorry.” He began to cry, holding his head. He repeated that he was sorry until you held him and he slowly hugged you back.
“It’s okay. I’ll help you remember.” You assured him and brushed some hair off his forehead.
“Thank you.” He half smiled.
You just nodded.
“You want to hurt me. Real or not real.” He wiped a tear off his cheek.
“Not real. I swear.”
He nodded as if telling himself it was okay.
“I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to. You’ve always been there for me. With the bread. At the Capitol, in the games, back in 12. Always. The only time I ever saw you hurt anything or anyone was to protect me. You are the sweetest person I know.” You squeezed his hand.
He smiled a little wider now, like he was more sure of himself now.
“I love you…real or not real?” He asked again.
“You never said it to me. But I like to think that you did. You showed it. The way you protected me, the way you kissed me, the small things. You planted daisy’s in my front yard because i mentioned I like the smell. You Gave me a pearl in the games…I hold it when I’m scared and when I was missing you.”
“Do you love me?” He asked simply.
You hesitated for a moment. “Yes. So much. I wish I could explain how much I love you but I don’t have the words to describe it. You’re my favorite person in the whole world.” You were teary.
Very carefully he held your cheek. And kissed you gently. You smiled into the kiss. It was over too soon.
“I think I love you too.” Peeta told you.
That was enough for you. You almost laughed in relief.
“That’s good.” You giggled.
You spent the next 2 hours talking, no guards ever came to get him.
You walked with him to his room, and as you said goodnight, and turned to leave he spoke up.
“Stay,”
“Okay.” You smiled.
He gave you a shirt of his to sleep in and it swallowed you whole. You were sure he would also drown in it after losing so much weight.
He hesitated after watching you lie down on his bed.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. You immediately knew he was scared to show you his body.
“I’ll close me eyes.” You told him and you did.
You heard some shuffling and then after a minute or two he asked you to open your eyes.
His bare chest was shocking. Scars and bruises littered his body, weeks after returning. You could see his ribs.
Tears filled your eyes and your hands came to your face.
“They don’t hurt anymore.” He told you.
“Are you sure?” You asked sadly gesturing for him to climb into bed.
He did. “Some are worse than others.”
“You’re perfect. I hope you know that. The scars just prove how strong you are. What you’ve gone through but didn’t deserve. I love you Peeta.” You told him and put your head on his bare chest.
“Thank you.” He was teary too. “I love you n/n.” You smiled through some tears. It was an old nickname that you hadn’t heard for months.
He was remembering.
You were inseparable the next few weeks. Despite Peeta having a few episodes or panic attacks he was doing much better. You were always there to calm him.
You sat with him at Finnick and Annie’s wedding.
“You’re beautiful.” He told you. You smiled, Effie had picked out your dress and to your surprise it wasn’t over the top.
“Do you wanna dance?” You asked with a smile.
“I don’t know if I know how.” He replied.
“You do.” You smiled remembering the victors tour. “But I’ll teach you if you don’t remember.”
He picked it up quickly. Your hands around his neck, his on your waist. You swayed to the music, occasionally spinning or clapping.
He was yours again. Peeta was back. You smiled as he kissed your head.
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taytrashmouth · 3 months
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Requests are still open!!!!!
Prompts and requests!!!
Okay so requests are open so keep sending them in!!! Here are some prompts, and characters I write for, let me know what you want to see next.
Send requests with the prompt and the character you want to see it with.
Prompts:
1. “You’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you.”
2. “You said you liked _____, like a month ago so I bought it for you.”
3. “Can I braid your hair!?” “Absolutely not.” “Pleeeeeassse” ends up braiding their hair.
4. “Who did this to you?”
5. “You don’t deserve someone like that.”
6. “Are you jealous?”
7. Reunited after a war
8. Taking care of each other when they’re sick
9. “Please don’t cry.”
10. “Did you just lick me?”
11. “Say the words and I’m yours.”
12. “Do you ever miss us?”
13. “Just….please, h-hold my hand for a bit. I’m scared.”
14. Slow dancing by a fire.
15. “If even half that blood is yours, you need to sit down.”
16. Trying to study but they keep distracting you
17. Cuddling on the couch for the first time, every touch is electric, it’s awkward it’s new, etc.
18. Person B discovering person A has been abused in the past.
19. Person B is insecure about their scars, person A makes them feel better about this.
20. Sunshine x black cat
21. “I trust you.”
22. “You’re staring!”
23. “I like seeing you happy.”
24. They kiss “I’ve been waiting to do that for ____ years.”
25. “Are you nervous?”
26. “Are you cold?” “No.” Gives them their jacket anyway.
27. “You are everything to me! Don’t you see that!?”
28. “You told me you were okay! You promised!”
29. “Where did you get those bruises?”
30. “You should’ve been here! With me!”
Franchises I write for:
Stranger things
Game of thrones
Friends
The summer I turned pretty
Harry Potter
IT
The last of us
Marvel
I am not okay with this
Outer banks
Kingsman
Heartstopper
That 70s show
The hunger games
Buffy the vampire slayer
(I will write for any character from the above franchises)
Characters I love to write:
(To give you some ideas)
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Max mayfield
Robin Buckley
Robb stark
Jon snow
Chandler Bing
Jeremiah fisher
Harry Potter
Hermione granger
The Weasley twins
Richie Tozier
Beverly marsh
Joel miller
Ellie Williams
Thor
Captain America
Peter Parker/ Spider-Man
Peter quill
Stanley barber
JJ Maybank
Eggsy
Nick Nelson
Eric foreman
Micheal kelso
Steven Hyde
Peeta Mellark
Spike
Angel
Feel free to send in requests without prompts too!
I am open to writing for ships within those franchises too!!
Can’t wait to write!!!!! Send in those requests!!!!
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taytrashmouth · 3 months
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Hi, I was wondering if you could pleaseee do prompt 8 for a peeta x reader. I was thinking this would be set way after the second rebellion where it's basically just peeta and the reader left in district 12. thank you!
Prompt 8: taking care of each other when they’re sick.
Peeta would 100% be the sweetest when yo were sick!omg! Enjoy :)
Requests are open!! Please send them in!
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Disease used to be one of the main causes of death in district 12, but now after the war it was hardly ever seen. There was nobody to catch or spread illnesses except you and Peeta.
The only reason you got sick was because you had insisted on staying out in the rain. It was grounding, like the only threat left was the deep rumbling of the sky.
“I knew you’d get sick.” Peeta spoke groggily as he woke up from your coughing. “I’m sorry.” You spoke and realised you even sounded sick.
“I’ll go make tea to clear your head.” Peeta stretched as he got out of bed, turning the bedside lamp on.
‘Peeta don’t be ridiculous it’s two in the morning.” You sounded terrible.
He waved a hand in dismissal and left the room forgetting to close the door behind him.
You fell asleep at some point, it must have been a while because the clock now read 4:30 and Peeta still wasn’t back yet. As if on que he walked into the room with fresh bread,chamomile tea and chicken soup . Which was accompanied by some cough syrup and wild flowers that he must have gone to pick.
You sat up. “peeta..” you felt like crying.
He climbed back into bed, kissing your head and cuddling next to you.
“You’re perfect. thank you.” You whispered. Dipping some bread I the soup.
“Anything for you.”
The rest of the day consisted of Peeta forcing you to stay in bed, he cooked more food and even called Effie to send you your favourite chocolate from the capitol.
“Peeta you’ll get sick.” You frowned pushing him away from your lips.
“Yeah I guess so..” he stepped back for a moment before tackling you and smothering you with kisses.
You looked at him with a disappointed look and he just smiled at you.
“Worth it.” He whispered as he kissed you again. You eventually couldn’t help but smile at his adorable behaviour
Sure enough by the end of the week he was sick too. “I told you so.” Was all you said when you woke up at 6AM because of his cough.
He looked much worse than you had. (Man flu obviously)
You made him his favourite foods- or tried to, you weren’t the cook in this relationship. You ran him a warm bath and washed his hair for him while you sang. You read to him as he fell asleep on your chest.
“I love you.” He mumbled as he drifted to sleep. You kissed him goodnight and when he woke up in the morning you had made him hot cocoa with orange sprinkles (his favourite colour). And built a fort around the bed.
He smiled when he saw you enter. “Now you can have fun without moving.” You smiled. To which he replied with a kiss.
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taytrashmouth · 3 months
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could you please do prompt 13 for peeta? like maybe the reader is feeling anxious about the hunger games and peeta reassures and comforts them? thank you for sharing your work! :)
Prompt 13: “just p-please hold my hand for a bit…I’m scared”
This is so cute. Omg so excited (happy new year 🥳)
You had been shaking since Effie trinket pulled your name out of that bowl. You were quiet on the train ride over.
The only time you spoke was when Peeta very sweetly tried to make conversation. He even managed to get a laugh out of you.
Here you were on the roof of the penthouse, that Peeta had shown you some nights before. Having a panic attack at the sound of all the people celebrating your upcoming death in the streets of the Capitol. The night before the games.
You choked on your sobs. And clawed at your face. Back home it sometimes got to bad you bled. You were on the floor with your knees to your chest, barely able to breathe.
“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?” Peeta spoke, and immediately sank to the floor and hugged you. It was a stupid question really but you were more focused on his firm grip and soothing touch.
He gently pulled your hands from your face, examining the masks you left there. He kissed your knuckles.
“Is there anything I can do?” He asked, a bit panicked.
“Just, h-hold my hand for a bit…I’m scared.” You cried.
“It’s okay.” He spoke firmly and kissed your head. He held you again. This time he clutched onto your hand. You held him back.
“Sorry.” You cried into his shoulder, tears falling faster that you could clear them away.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He whispered and you both rocked back and forth.
When you calmed down he wiped your puffy, red cheeks and smiled gently at you.
“You need your rest.” He said. He was right, but how could you sleep on a night like this.
He led you back to your room and washed your face with a wet facecloth. He brushed your hair and said goodnight when you were in bed.
“Peeta wait-“ you spoke as he walked away.
“Yeah?” He asked.
“Please stay.” You asked.
He suddenly seemed to become all flustered. “Okay.”
He sat on the covers while you were under them, you had to assure him it was okay for him to not freeze to death.
“Thank you.” You wanted to cry again. He was having the same problem as you were and yet he was so kind and helpful to you while you’ve done nothing in return. “I’m just so scared.” A tear escaped again.
“I don’t want to die.” You whispered. Tears now falling like raindrops.
“I’m scared too, really scared.” He admitted. Of course he was. But it was nice to hear.
There was a short silence and he grabbed your hand again.
Despite the situation and the unfortunate meeting, Peetas touch, and friendly kisses Felt like something more.
You decided this was technically your last chance.
You kissed him, and very quickly he kissed back.
When you eventually pulled away, he smiled at you, the moonlight emphasised his eyes.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He whispered and pulled you into his chest.
Before you could ask who was going to protect him if there was only one winner he shushed you and ran his fingers through your hair.
Requests are open so please send them in!!!!! There are prompts on my page
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taytrashmouth · 3 months
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MIDNIGHTS BECOME MY AFTERNOONS
When my depression works the graveyard shift all of the people, I’ve ghosted stand there in the room.
It’s me. Hi 👋. I’m the problem it’s me.
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taytrashmouth · 4 months
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I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH ITS SO SCRUMPTIOUS-🐞
OMG!!!!! Thank you so so much this means so much to me!!!!!
I’m glad you’re enjoying it.
❤️❤️❤️
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taytrashmouth · 4 months
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HIII!!!! could u do prompt 1 w peeta I think it would fit his character so well bc he’s actually the sweetest boy ever (also I love ur pfp robin lovers rise!!)
It so would!!!! Okay I love this!
Omg thank you! Robin slays- we should have a club…
Prompt 1: you’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you
I hope you enjoy! This is just tooth rotting fluff.
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Roses and kisses
Peeta Mellark x reader
Peeta was the perfect boyfriend. You realised this really early on in your relationship.
When you mentioned that you liked the smell of roses, the next day he was in your front yard planting rose bushes. You almost cried when you found out he came over every morning to trim, care for and water them.
You often visited him in the victors village, and today was a short, but difficult walk there. You were having the worst cramps which you mentioned to Peeta this morning when he tended to your roses.
“Peeta!” You called as you entered his home.
“Upstairs bathroom!” He yelled back and you began to walk upstairs.
When you turned into the room tears immediately filled your eyes. He had run you a bath, with rose petals floating in the water.
“Peeta-“ you could barely say anything.
“You said you had cramps…and I don’t know much about that stuff but I asked Katniss and she said heat helped sometimes so I ran you a bath.” He explained, completely oblivious to how perfect he was.
When you first started dating Peeta you were worried because of how the Capitol made it seem like he and Katniss had something going. But how could you be, he was so loyal and trustworthy.
“Thank you.” Tears fell from your eyes, more emotional today than any other.
“You don’t like it?” He asked, laced with concern.
“No no! Peeta…it’s perfect, you’re perfect. It’s just so nice and nobody has ever done something so sweet for me before.” You explained.
“Hey it’s okay.” He held you so tightly as he hugged you, stroking your hair. He didn’t mind if you cried on his shirt or were emotional. He was there for you.
“Well I’ll wait downstairs.” He smiled.
“No…you don’t have to leave.” You blurted out.
He nodded.
“I won’t look.” He stated as you pulled at the hem of your shirt. He looked at his feet while you got undressed. You hadn’t gotten there yet.
“I don’t mind if you look, Peeta.” You told him, his slowly raised his gaze. His eyes did a quick search of your naked body but they locked onto your eyes. It was small gestures like that, the ones he didn’t even know he was doing.
“Probably shouldn’t do this today.” Gesturing to yourself. “I’m all bloated and gross-“ you tried to explain.
“You’re so beautiful n/n” he stated just above a whisper. He was the only one that called you n/n. You smiled softly. How did you get so lucky.
You climbed in the bath, the water was so warm and soothing.
You spoke for a while, before Peeta offered to wash your hair.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to-“ he was nervous. “I want to.” You replied with a smile.
He massaged your head to gently, making sure soap didn’t go into your eye. He covered every inch of your head with soap and used a bowl to help rinsing it out. He used his hand as a shield from the water. Treating you with more care than you ever had. He finished by smoothing your hair back and softly kissing your forehead.
He was perfect.
He went downstairs to let you change and when you walked into the kitchen he was buttering some steamy bread.
“I thought you’d be hungry, so I made bread before you came. It just came out the oven.” He handed you a plate.
You could do nothing except smile at this perfect boy. “Thank you. It smells delicious.” You spoke as you took a bite of the soft bread. Warm butter on your lips.
“Holy shit!” You smiled widely. He smiled to himself, proud of his work.
“What do you wanna do today?” Peeta asked.
“Can we maybe just lie down. Rest.” You asked.
He smiled and nodded.
When you had eaten about six slices of bread, Peeta didn’t make a comment about how much you ate, he simply asked if you wanted him to make more.
Soon enough you were upstairs in his room. He walked into the on suite to drain the bath water before he lay down.
“Shit.” He spoke as he walked out of the bathroom, shirt covered in water. He obviously leaned to far forward when draining the water.
“Oh no.” You stood up, that’s when he saw you had changed into one of his plain t-shirts and your underwear.
“Wow.” He breathed out. “You’re really beautiful.” He told you so genuinely.
You smiled. Looking at him with nothing but love.
“Peeta…you’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you.
He smiled shyly, blush touching his cheeks.
“Okay.”
You kissed him gently but passionately. Holding his cheeks.
When you pulled away he smiled with swollen lips, the sight made you giggle.
“Change you’re shirt and come cuddle.” You made grabby hands from the bed after you sat back down.
He looked nervous. “ I won’t look.” You assured him. He looked eternally grateful.
Peeta had told you before, he was littered with scars from the games, from his parents. He hated it. He was really insecure. He knew you would love him no matter what he looked like but it was still scary. He could barely look at himself in the mirror.
You turned to face the other way.
You heard some movement before you heard his voice again.
“N/n.”
You waited a second before turning around to see his bare chest. You smiled. Sure enough there were scars everywhere.
He looked at the ground, he looked nervous, more than you think you’d seen him before.
“You’re really handsome.” You told him and lifted his chin, stroking his cheek when you approached.
He smiled too.
“Thank you for showing me.” You smiled at him brightly. Teary again, it was a big deal.
You squeezed his hand to let him know it was okay.
You pulled him into his soft bed and you both lay entangled in each other. Your head on his bare chest and he played with your hair.
“Is this okay.” You asked as traced one of his scars.
He hesitated before nodding.
“You don’t have to say yes.” You say up slightly.
“I know. Don’t stop…it’s nice.” He held your head back to his chest and continued.
“Thank you for today.” You whispered. He answered simply with a kiss on your head.
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I'm so glad other people are having a peeta renaissance and I'm so obsessed with how you write for him !!!!!! Could you do promt #6 with Peeta please ! Maybe with the scene with Johanna in the elevator or maybe something with Katniss during the victor's tour ?? Big love ! ❤️
Omg omg thank you!!!!!!! Ahhhhh! Love this. I hope you enjoy!
Prompt 6: you’re jealous
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Jealousy, jealousy.
Peeta Mellark x reader.
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You entered the lift with Peeta and Haymitch after the parade. Soon after Johanna entered the lift too. She undid her hair and rambled about how boring her costume was and the stupid Capitol.
She then asked Peeta to unzip her.
He glanced at you for a second before obeying. He looked up but you noticed how his eyes wondered.
A bitter feeling spread into your chest. Why couldn’t he seem to keep his eyes off her.
You had the sudden urge to lean onto Peeta and hold onto his arm.
He glanced quickly down at you, and kissed your head. Johanna climbed off the elevator.
“Wow.” Haymitch mouthed.
Peeta’s eyes went wide in an ‘ I know’ sort of way.
You let go of him, no longer liking the thought of holding him. Not right now, not nowthat she was gone.
When you got back to your room you changed out of your dress and climbed into bed.
“So, you love me…right?” You asked as Peeta brushed his teeth. He frowned leaving the brush limp in his foamy mouth and spat out the toothpaste rinsing his palate and toothbrush.
“Of course n/n.” He crawled behind you and held you close in his lap. “You’re everything to me.” He whispered.
You were quiet for a while before speaking up again.
“What did you think about Johanna?” You asked.
“She was alright-“ he shrugged, still holding you.
You scoffed.
“Oh my god! You’re jealous.” Peeta turned you to face him with a smirk.
“I am not!” You denied.
“Oh come on! You’ve been insecure all evening, you had to grab onto me when she was in the elevator, you’ve been asking about her since dinner.” Peeta listed and you sighed.
“It’s just- you looked at her… and you’re supposed to look at me. And I just- I got upset because you don’t act like that when you see me-“ you were cut off by a kiss.
“Peeta!”
“You are so cute when you’re jealous! Did you know that?” He smirked. “I wasn’t looking at her like that n/n. I was looking at the marks on her back, I think the peacekeepers beat her or something. They looked fresh. And I was thinking, she must be crazy, yelling about the Capitol 24/7 and getting undressed in an elevator.” Peeta explained.
You felt a little silly.
“Oh.”
“Even if I was checking her out, which I wasn’t, I wouldn’t ever look at you like that. You are so gorgeous and I respect you so much. I will only ever look at you with love and not like you were some painting I could eye-fuck.”
Tears filled your eyes. “I just get scared because I don’t look like her. I don’t look like the pretty girls in the Capitol.” Insecurities washed over you. “I don’t want you to be disappointed that you were stuck with me.” Tears ran down your cheeks.
Peeta kissed you on your cheek and wiped away the tears. He stroked hair out of your face. “You don’t look like them… you’re right. You’re more beautiful than all of them. I don’t want the over the top girls in the Capitol or the extremely over the top Johanna.”
You watched him with such love. You had just accused him of checking out some other girl and here he was making you feel better. He wasn’t even angry. He was perfect.
“I mean, have you seen Effie? I don’t think I could handle that much glitter. You know?” He rambled and you giggled.
“I want you n/n…I love you. I could never be disappointed about just you.”
You smiled and held each other tighter until you were almost asleep. You felt Peeta’s stomach moving? Was he laughing?
You heard laughed finally erupt and you leaned back, trying to figure out what was so funny.
“What is so funny.” You were smiling just off of his expression.
“I love you so much you know that.” He laughed. “Remember the day we first spoke back in 12. You asked me to go out with you, which I thought was really brave because you were normally so quiet.” He rambled.
“Then you told me that you’d been outside for about an hour contemplating before you came into the bakery. Well, I had no idea you got so jealous over me…it’s flattering.” He laughed again.
“What!?” You sat up in confusion.
“N/n you 100% saw that red head from school go in before you and watched her flirt with me. That’s why you asked me out. I should thank her really.” He smiled and you gasped and then buried your head in his chest, a bright shade of pink.
It was true. You had liked him for ages. She couldn’t steal him from you.
“I should start kissing you whenever you and Finnick talk.” Peeta tickled your sides and you laughed despite your embarrassment. “I mean, he’s a good looking guy, should I be worried.” Peeta smiled at you and you returned the gesture.
“Yeah you should be.” You tried not to laugh.
Peeta fake gasped and pushed you onto your back, the spongy bed bouncing under you.
“I’m sorry, have you seen his abs…” you fanned yourself. “I don’t make the rules babe.” You smiled.
“Is that so?” Peeta held your knees that were the only barrier between him and the rest of your body.
“Have you seen these abs?” He lifted up his t-shirt revealing his abs. You could look at him all day. He was perfect.
He pulled you closer by your feet and straddled you. Moving for a passionate kiss, and moving down your neck finding your sweet spot. When he sat up straight again you were left in a love sick haze.
“Bet Finnick can’t do that.” Peeta was out of breath after the heated kisses, the only reason he stopped was for air.
You shrugged playfully. His eyes widened in surprise.
“Look who’s jealous!” You smiled. You quickly hooked your ankles and flipped him over to be on top.
“I’m-I’m not jealous.” Peeta was right, he looked at you with only love.
You kissed him now, leaving him a love sick mess. Scruffy hair and all.
“Come on bread boy, let’s get some sleep.” You climbed under the covers and he quickly followed letting you use his now bare chest as a pillow.
“You have better abs.” You whispered and you could almost hear him smirk.
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Heyy I was wondering if u could do prompt 22 with peeta I’ve been having peeta brainrot for so long 😭
tysmm!!
This is so real!!!!! Peeta supremacy. I really hope you love it.
Prompt 22: “You’re staring!”
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(Set before the games)
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It was a cold day in district 12, the snow had started to fall. But it was a good day, because you had somehow giggled your way into getting a date with Peeta Mellark.
You pulled your small brown bag, that’s been patched up so many times you couldn’t tell which fabric was the original. And began to walk to the bakery.
You pulled your dark blue beanie over your ears as you approached the door. You contemplated for a minute before knocking.
Peetas family were gathering supplies from the local market, they wouldn’t be back for the next few hours.
He opened the door and smiled the minute he saw you. You smiled back.
“Hey.” He ushered you inside, looking at the snow that dusted your shoulders.
“You must be freezing.” He took your coat and put it over the chair by the entrance.
“Only slightly.” You joked.
“You’ve got- umm snow.” Peeta pointed to your eyelashes. You giggled “oh, would you?”
You closed your eyes and he gently dusted the snowflakes off of your long eyelashes.
His hand lingered on your cheek as you opened your eyes.
“Thanks.” You spoke just above a whisper.
“I’m making bread.” He let out as he pulled his hand away. You smiled at his awkwardness.
“I’m glad! Your bread is like what I look forward to the whole week.” You told him as you walked to the kitchen.
He smiled shyly.
“I just need to get this in the oven and then we can do whatever you want.” He spoke, walking over to a metal bowl where the dough had been rising.
You sat on the kitchen counter and watched him knead the bread. You were mesmerised by the muscle in his arms, and the way he used his whole body to knead the dough.
He was talking about something but if you were honest you didn’t know what.
“Y/n-“ he called and you broke out of your trance. “You’re staring…” he smiled cockily.
You turned crimson looking at your hands and swinging your legs. “Sorry-“
“Don’t be…” he let out as he placed the bread into the oven.
“Come on.” He spoke and helped you down from the counter by your hips.
You blushed more.
He led you to the living room where a fire was going, it was small like all the houses in 12. But it was nice. Cozy.
You took your beanie off and attempted to smooth out your hair. Messy curls bouncing everywhere.
There was a severe lack of chairs in the living room. All single chairs in every corner of the room and a huge table in the middle. Furniture wasn’t one of the luxuries the Capitol provided.
You noticed some daisies lying on the table. Peeta picked them up. “I- I uh picked these for you. They grow down by the river.”
You smiled. “They’re beautiful.” You smelt them.
“Like you.” You both blushed then.
He took a daisy out of the bouquet and placed it behind your ear.
After a while of talking Peeta spoke “what do you wanna do? Unfortunately when it’s snowing there’s not much to do is there?”
“We could read.” You suggested fishing a book from your bag.
“Where did you get that?” Peeta examined it in awe.
“My dad, he knows a guy in 7 that owned a library before the rebellion. He’s really old. But every month my dad travels to get wood from 7 for our district and he gives him a book for me to read.” You explained.
“That’s amazing.”
“Yeah, when I was little he said that if the Capitol ever crumbles the library’s mine.” You smiled at the memory.
“You’ll have to take me with you.”
“Always.” You looked at every feature on his face. “You can lend some of them anytime you want. I have a feeling we’re gonna have to wait a long time for the whole library.” You joked and Peeta laughed
I would love to, but I’m not that great at reading.” He hesitated to speak. You could tell he was embarrassed.
“That’s okay, my mom taught me. Honestly I don’t blame you, schools here just care about coal and the rebellion.”
“Yeah…I’m sorry by the way.” He was talking about your mom. She died a few years back.
“It’s okay.” You smiled sadly.
“I can read to you if you want.” You offered.
He nodded. Hiding his excitement.
He sat on one of the chairs, and you sat on the floor next to him.
“Hey don’t sit on the floor.” Peeta sat up.
“No no! I’m fine, you won’t hear from over there, really.” You insisted.
“Sit with me.” Peeta suggested.
Blush crept into his face the second he said it.
“You don’t have t-“
“I want to.” You stood up.
He sat back onto the seat squeezing as far right as he could. You tried to squeeze next to him but you were half on top of him. You were both tomato’s.
He carefully placed his hand on your lower back and under your thigh. You took a sharp breath in as he moved you to sit on his lap, legs over the armrest.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
“Perfect.”
You began to read and he held onto every word. He was in deep and he knew it. He watched your lips move and the way you smiled when something good happened. And giggled when something romantic happened.
“Peeta-“ he broke from his trance when he realised you weren’t reading anymore.
“You’re staring.” You smirked.
Now he was the blushing mess. “It’s hard not to.” He moved some hair behind your ear.
You squealed and hurried your head in his chest at how perfect he was. He chuckled and stroked your hair as you continued to read, head on his chest.
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hello lovely!! would u consider writing a peeta x reader, where ur both in the quarter quell, but reader is separated from peeta from the start and goes through mutt attacks/blood rain/jabberjays by herself and when peeta and the group find her on the beach she is injured and traumatised. hurt/comfort, where he looks after her afterwards and comforts her, washes her in the water and stuff? loooads of gentle comfort and fluff. sorry for my bad english!!
Okay I am absolutely obsessed with this request!!!! Omg can’t wait for you to read this!!! Ahhhh! Okay okay I hope you love it 😊
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Peeta x reader
(Catching fire)
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When you woke up the morning of the games in Peetas arms you somehow felt safe. It was like you weren’t being sent to die that day. He kissed your head and told you he’d be by your side.
You had dreamt about the last games, how you were separated and the only reason you survived was because he became allies with those horrible kids from 1 & 2
When you eventually found each other, all you did was help Peeta get better, applied the ointment and comforted him. He did all the killing, he saved you.
You only survived the first half by dumb luck, that spear was supposed to hit you…not Rue. If only you hadn’t moved out the way.
The whole lovers idea was Peetas too, only it was true. Deep down you both knew you’d liked each other since kindergarten back in 12
But here you were in the little glass tube that sucked you straight into hell. You felt sick but you really wanted to throw up when you couldn’t see Peeta.
“Peeta!” You screamed as the countdown started. Sweating and getting panicked. You couldn’t do this again, not without him. You had a deal: stay together.
The games had begun. You needed a weapon. You jumped off the platform into the water swimming for the weapons.
Once you found your feet at the cornucopia, you began to hear screams and watched people start to fall. You grabbed a machete and ran for the jungle on one of the thin arms of rock.
“Peeta!” You screamed from the beach. But no answer. That was when a knife flew past your head and missed by an inch.
You couldn’t kill somebody. So you ran.
You shoved past trees and vines running deep into the jungle.
You found a spot hollowed out under a tree. It was hot- and you needed water.
That was when you heard his voice. Peeta.
You screamed for him as you ran towards the sound.
“Help n/n!” He yelled.
“Where are you!?” You frantically turned around. “Peeta?”
That was until his voice became overwhelming. Your ears started to ring. His cried for help, his screams.
You began to cry, realising this was some cruel trick of the capitol. “STOP IT!” You yelled, throat raw. You screamed as loud as you could covering your ears to get it to stop but it didn’t help. It was overwhelming. You tried to run but a forcefield locked you in. You screamed and banged on it but nothing worked.
You grabbed your machete and banged at the field but it just ricocheted.
You sunk to the floor, covering your ears and cried. You were there for what felt like a decade but was probably only an hour.
When his cries suddenly stopped you felt a strange sense of sadness. The screaming had been awful but you were worried about him. What if he was dead.
You began to walk deeper into the jungle, sweating and with tear stained cheeks. You had never been so thirsty before, after screaming so loudly in what felt like 100 degree heat.
As desperate as you were you stumbled across a little pool of water. You smiled dryly and lay on the floor, drinking out of the pool. A sigh escaped your mouth as you quenched your thirst. You splashed your face. And sat up leaning against a nearby tree.
This is where you would sleep. You gathered sticks and placed them in a circle around the area, to ensure that if someone walked by you would hear them.
The music began to play, you looked up at the sky, holding your pin. Praying you wouldn’t see Peetas face. You didn’t. Relief washed over you as the final canon went off.
You barely slept when you felt a warm air hitting your face, as your eyes opened you were greeted with a large mutt, two inches from your face.
You took a shocked, shaky breath in and slowly reached for your machete. It belted a loud noise sending a signal to the rest of his friends.
You closed your eyes as you wedged the sharp end of your blade into the mutt in-front of you.
You pulled the machete out of its body and stood up. Swinging at any that got a little to close. Just as one of the beasts began to jump at you, you decided the best option was to throw the machete and run.
As the mutt jumped and you released your blade, the woman from 6 who had been hiding in the trees tried to save you. And the machete hit her instead. A scream escaped your lips. You had killed someone.
You covered your mouth with your hands, shaky breaths escaping your lips. “No!” You sobbed.
You bent down to try help her, applying pressure to the wound. “I’m sorry.” You cried as she became limp.
You held her to your chest in the hopes it would cause a miracle.
Soon you noticed the mutts had began to run as a white smoked reached the edge of the water, you stood up, knowing something was coming.
One of their claws ripped the back of your calf open as it ran away. “Shit!” You fell into the smoke, immediately screaming and running.
The sun had started to rise, and you were limping with an excruciating pain in your arms and legs with growing boils from the poison.
You screamed as you ran not caring about attracting other tributes. The sun has begun to rise, and you were now an easy target.
You ran through the jungle searching desperately for the beach but it was so overgrown you had no way of knowing.
You stopped in a small clearing. Crying and sitting in the dirt. Desperately wanting to rid yourself of the boils.
After a while of crying A cool liquid hit your face. Rain. You looked up at the sky, hoping the water would help your sores. Opening your mouth to quench your thirst.
It was definitely not water. You gagged. Spitting onto the dirt. Blood.
You sobbed and ran wherever you could and tripped over a log of wood. Tumbling onto the sand of the beach. 
You screamed and cried. Not knowing what to do. You hated the capitol. You hated that you didn’t know where Peeta was. You hated this. You hated that you had to die.
Just then you heard voices. You put a hand over your mouth trying to quiet your whimpers.
Tears running down your face. You couldn’t run anymore. This was it.
You shuffled back, trying to find and escape route but there wasn’t one.
You got on all fours and crawled on the sand, dragging your leg with a gash in it in the sand.
You let out chokes of pain and self pity as they grew closer, you refused to look.
“N/n!” You heard him…peeta. “Oh my god it’s y/n!!!”
You screamed and covered your ears lying in the sand. You would rather die than listen to the jabberjays again. Until someone rolled you onto your back and you were met with Peeta.
He looked so scared for you. You immediately started to cry as he hugged you tightly to his chest. “You weren’t real.” You sobbed into his chest, feeling his hair, his back, anything to make sure he was there.
“I’m real now. I’m here now.” He kissed your forehead and held you again. Until you hissed when he touched your boils.
“Oh shit! I had them too see-“ he showed you the faint scars on his hands.
“I need to get freshwater.” He began to get up but you held onto his hand. “Don’t leave” you whispered.
He stared at you for a moment too long, his eyes laced with concern.
“Finnick! I need water.” Peeta yelled at the group that was a safe distance away.
While you waited, Peeta brushed hair out of your eyes that was covered in blood and sand, just like the rest of you and you squeezed his arm in pain.
“It’s okay.” He kept repeating. Kissing your head despite your state.
When finnick returned Peeta poured water all over your boils and you screamed in pain as they vanished.
“Thank you.” You smiled sadly. Overwhelmed. Peeta often said you were a kind sole, you wouldn’t hurt a fly at home, literally. You sang songs and picked flowers. You weren’t meant for this. Nobody was really….
“Come on, let’s wash you off…if at least half this blood is yours, we’re in serious trouble.” He joked and you attempted to laugh. He picked you up bridal style.
You would argue that you could do it yourself but it just wasn’t true.
He dipped you into the salt water. You hissed in pain, clutching his wetsuit.
“I know it stings. I’m sorry.” He rubbed your arm but kept you underwater.
“It okay. Thank you.” You whispered again, almost scared something bad would happen like it had been. One after the other. Peeta cupped water into his hand and tilted your head back rinsing the blood out of your hair and carefully brushing through it with his fingers.
He washed you off, holding you with one had at all times. Afraid to let you go. He was careful around your cuts and scrapes.
“I killed her.” You let out, staring at nothing.
He stopped his movements and just helped you too his chest.
“Who?” He whispered.
“Six… she tried to save me and-“ you chocked on your tears.
“Hey hey hey, it’s okay…I’m here. You don’t have to talk about it now.” He assured.
You were both wrinkly like the raisins Peeta used in his raisin bread back home by the time you got out the water.
You tried to walk but you could barely stand on your right foot.
“What happened?” Finnick asked before Peeta got the chance.
“Mutts.” You answered simply, trying to see the gash on the back of your calf.
You almost fell but Peeta caught you. He picked you up agin and placed you on the leaves they were using as beds in the sand tonight.
“Now we match.” Peeta smiled at you pulling up the leg of his wetsuit to reveal his prosthetic leg.
You laughed, for the first time in days.
The others were asleep while Peeta took the first watch. You sat in his lap, and wrapped your legs around his torso, like a koala.
Head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he leaned against a tree looking at the waves.
“I thought I lost you.” He whispered, a tear running down his face. You sat up slightly to wipe it. “Me too.” You assured and squeezed his hand.
“So much for sticking together.” He half laughed.
“Yeah.” You looked at his brown eyes and played with his blonde fringe. He leaned in and Kissed you gently but passionately. Holding your cheek and pulling you in by your back. Carefully avoiding your right leg that was tediously bandaged with leaves and vines.
When you broke apart for air. You smiled softly at each other. Heart still heavy from the past two days.
“I love you n/n.” He spoke with only truth in his tone. It wasn’t just an act and you knew that.
“I love you too…so much.” You teared up thinking about how you were going to have to say goodbye soon.
You resumed your position on his chest and fell asleep to his hand rubbing your back and his whispers of “it’s okay.” And “I love you.”
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Peeta mellark x reader
(The hunger games)
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It was a quiet day in district 12. And everything would’ve been at peace if it weren’t the last day of the games. That Peeta was still in.
You told gale to call you when it was only down to a few tributes, you couldn’t watch Peeta and Katniss. Not after the way he left.
“Peeta Mellark.” Effie trinket read with a smile, your heart dropped as you watched him ascend the stage. Your throat ran dry and you couldn’t speak, you wanted to call for him but no words came out. Tears streamed down your face as you made your way to the empty aisle where Katniss has volunteered for her sister.
He looked down at me, but not for long. He couldn’t seem to bare it. A part of me knew he wouldn’t come home- I had seen the way those other tributes played.
I stood there until a peace keeper hit me across the cheek and shoved me back into place, I saw Peeta lunge forward but a peace keeper held him too.
When I was allowed to say goodbye I entered the small room after his family has left.
I hugged him tightly and he returned the gesture. “Peeta you have to survive.” You spoke firmly holding his face.
He started to object but you interrupted. “Promise me you’ll try to win!”
“I promise.” He was being genuine.
His hand brushed hair behind your ear and lingered on your cheek.
“You know- since you stood up for me against those boys when we were 12, I’ve never admired someone so much.”
You smiled whilst your cheeks turned red, you didn’t look away though, you couldn’t. This could be the last time you see him.
“You are so smart, and shy but you stand up for what you believe in, even when that means putting yourself out there. You’re funny and creative. I’ve never met someone who loves bread as much as you and-“ Peeta was rambling.
“Peeta..” you tried to question where he was leading in you Mr final moments.
“You’re beautiful n/n…and I guess all I’m trying to say is that I love you.” He looked nervously at your expression. “I have since the day I met you.”
“Peeta I- I love you too.” You smiled and cried at the same time.
“I wish I told you sooner.” He cried too.
“Yeah, me too.” He hugged you tightly.
As you both pulled out of the hug, with tear stained faces. You were leaning into each others touch. Lips barely grazing before two peace keepers were ripping you away. You screamed as they pulled you away.
“You’ll kiss me when you come home!” You yelled as they picked you up.
A boy from the mines ran out of the local bar to inform me that gale was calling. When I saw gale he couldn’t look away.
Peeta and Katniss were being hunted by some rabid hybrid.
You couldn’t watch for a while, until Cato found them and the stakes became a lot higher. You watched Peetas head almost become a meal and watched as he was held at gunpoint. You held gales hand in support as he did yours.
You hid your face in your other hand often.
When the last canon had fired you let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding in.
“They won.” You smiled at gale.
Just as they announced 2 tributes from the same district can no longer win.
You began to cry. And then harder when Katniss handed Peeta those stupid berries.
You dropped gales hand and ran out of the bar. You couldn’t watch him die. You wouldn’t. You ran deep into the meadow and fell to your knees. You screamed. You were angry at the capitol, angry that you didn’t have more time with Peeta. You had lost the best thing in your life.
You stayed there for hours, crying and remembering.
You stayed out there in the meadow for a day or two. Sleeping under the trees. Forgetting about food or water.
When you finally went home in that third day you took a cold shower, wishing you had gone in his place.
In the early evening there was a knock on your door. You swung the door open expecting to tell whoever it was to come back some other day.
But when you saw the boy you longed for you began to sob. He grabbed you tightly, hugging you with everything he had.
“I thought you were dead-“ you sobbed into his shoulder. “I’m here now it’s okay.” He whispered into your ear and stroked your hair.
When you had both calmed down, he lead you to the river. Not many people knew about it.
And there it was, a picnic blanket with 3 types of bread in a basket accompanied by some fancy drink from the capitol.
“Peeta.” You smiled becoming all giddy. Running down to the blanket, Peeta followed with a smile, knowing he had made you happy.
“You like it?” He asked sitting down.
“It’s perfect.” You blushed, and ripped a piece of the soft bread loaf. “Mmmm… oh my god I missed this. There is no good bread in the world without you Mr Mellark.” you smiled. 
“It was all an act…” he spoke up. He looked scared. “Me and her.”
You smiled sadly to yourself.
“It wasn’t real?” You asked him genuinely to assure yourself, letting your insecurities get the better of you.
“Promise.” He whispered.
“Then you owe me a kiss, Mr-“ you were interrupted when he pulled you in and kissed you passionately. You squealed as he flipped you into your back, leaning over you into the kiss.
When he pulled away from air you giggled. “I’m really glad I’m home.” He smiled. You laughed again.
“Me too…”
You spent the rest of the evening holding each other, kissing and talking about all the times you missed each other over the past month.
“You are beautiful you know that.” He smiled, holding you in his lap looking at the water.
“You’re really pretty yourself…lover boy.” You teased tilting your head back and looking up at him.
“I hate that!” He cringed.
“Okay okay, I’ll stop.” You turned around to face him. “Lover boy.” You repeated and immediately screamed and ran away. He was hot on your trail. Smiling and chasing you.
When he caught you he spun you around smothering you in kisses, carrying you back with your legs dangling. Both laughing and smiling.
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taytrashmouth · 4 months
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A ballad of songbirds and snakes had single-handedly brought back my hunger games obsession. And my obsession for Peeta mellark
I am now writing for the hunger games! Send in requests !!!!!!!!! Especially for peeta!!!
(I’ll write for anyone in the movies)
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taytrashmouth · 4 months
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Reposting this, I’ve added some character options and I need to write!!!
Prompts and requests!!!
Okay so requests are open so keep sending them in!!! Here are some prompts, and characters I write for, let me know what you want to see next.
Send requests with the prompt and the character you want to see it with.
Prompts:
1. “You’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you.”
2. “You said you liked _____, like a month ago so I bought it for you.”
3. “Can I braid your hair!?” “Absolutely not.” “Pleeeeeassse” ends up braiding their hair.
4. “Who did this to you?”
5. “You don’t deserve someone like that.”
6. “Are you jealous?”
7. Reunited after a war
8. Taking care of each other when they’re sick
9. “Please don’t cry.”
10. “Did you just lick me?”
11. “Say the words and I’m yours.”
12. “Do you ever miss us?”
13. “Just….please, h-hold my hand for a bit. I’m scared.”
14. Slow dancing by a fire.
15. “If even half that blood is yours, you need to sit down.”
16. Trying to study but they keep distracting you
17. Cuddling on the couch for the first time, every touch is electric, it’s awkward it’s new, etc.
18. Person B discovering person A has been abused in the past.
19. Person B is insecure about their scars, person A makes them feel better about this.
20. Sunshine x black cat
21. “I trust you.”
22. “You’re staring!”
23. “I like seeing you happy.”
24. They kiss “I’ve been waiting to do that for ____ years.”
25. “Are you nervous?”
26. “Are you cold?” “No.” Gives them their jacket anyway.
27. “You are everything to me! Don’t you see that!?”
28. “You told me you were okay! You promised!”
29. “Where did you get those bruises?”
30. “You should’ve been here! With me!”
Franchises I write for:
Stranger things
Game of thrones
Friends
The summer I turned pretty
Harry Potter
IT
The last of us
Marvel
I am not okay with this
Outer banks
Kingsman
Heartstopper
That 70s show
(I will write for any character from the above franchises)
Characters I love to write:
(To give you some ideas)
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Max mayfield
Robin Buckley
Robb stark
Jon snow
Chandler Bing
Jeremiah fisher
Harry Potter
Hermione granger
The Weasley twins
Richie Tozier
Beverly marsh
Joel miller
Ellie Williams
Thor
Captain America
Peter Parker/ Spider-Man
Peter quill
Stanley barber
JJ Maybank
Eggsy
Nick Nelson
Eric foreman
Micheal kelso
Steven Hyde
Feel free to send in requests without prompts too!
I am open to writing for ships within those franchises too!!
Can’t wait to write!!!!! Send in those requests!!!!
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taytrashmouth · 5 months
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okay okay stanley barber x metal head reader ❤️❤️❤️ please i need some kinda hcs or something love your work babes
Love this idea!!! Thanks so much and I hope you enjoy!
Stanley barber x metal head reader
TW: brief mentions of drugs sex and porn, use of girlfriend, hickeys
In Stanley’s basement, pretty much everything goes. Drugs, fine. Sex, fine. Porn, fine. You, totally fine.
But the wonder that was Stanley barbers basement had never been exposed to metal, heavy metal. So here you were, lying on the carpet with Stanley listening to black sabbath and Metallica.
He would nod his head or move his foot to the beat every once in a while but he didn’t seem to love it like you did. It was okay, it’s not like you were dating him because he was a metal head. In fact you kind of liked that you were polar opposites.
You lifted onto your elbow to look at him, dark hair falling into your eyes. “What do you think?” You asked as he mimicked your position, now facing each other.
He looked at you in awe, forever lucky to have you as his girlfriend. He examined your eyeliner that made your y/e/c eyes pop.
“It’s different. I like the guitar in the one about the girl who likes plants.”
“Huh?” You looked at him with utter confusion.
He started to hum the tune, head banging as he sung and you began to laugh.
“Sweet leaf?” You fell onto your back laughing.
“Bingo.” He smiled down at you.
“You know you’re like my favourite person on earth right?” Stan stated, just above a whisper but it’s so much meaning behind his words.
Red blush crawled to your cheeks and you hid your face in your hands. Smiling from ear to ear. “You’re my favourite boy in the world.” You added as you lowered your hands.
He looked only half offended, jokingly clutching his chest. “who’s your favourite girl?” He questioned.
“Joan Jett babe.” You shrugged.
“Ah, I can’t compete with her! She’s like a god to you.” Stan smiled.
“Nothing I can do.” You joked back.
“You’ll have to repay me, I guess.”
“I guess so.” You smiled wider.
“You should start working off your debt now” Stan added pretending to look at files.
“Is that so?
“Yeah, y/n/n” he leaned down and your lips met his.
You moved perfectly in sink pulling him into you to deepen the kiss. Ozzy seemed to fade in the background, an afterthought. You grabbed Stan’s shoulders and rolled him under you, straddling him now. Long dark hair falling to your side.
As you pulled apart for air, both breathless Stan held himself up on his elbows, with you still on his lap.
“Blood witch is better.” He panted.
“Shut up.” You shoved him back down, smiling despite yourself and continuing your heated make out session.
What can you say opposites attract.
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heyy i love ur writing🩷🩷 Could you possibly do prompt 18 where the person that’s been abused is the reader and steve finds out and comforts her when she’s anxious maybee xx
Awe!!!! Thank you so much ❤️
Okay I’m here for this, I hope you like it
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Prompt: person A finds out person B has been abused
TW: swearing! Abuse
Steve Harrington x reader
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It was Christmas Eve and your family was having a big party (as usual) with the family they pretended to like (as usual) It was the first time Steve was really going to meet your parents, not just wave or awkwardly say hi as he dropped you off. You had made sure he hadn’t met them….
You were overwhelmed and you knew all these people, but Steve seemed fine.
“Steve?” You asked as you pulled him to the slightly quieter kitchen.
He hummed in response, putting his hands on your waist and you leaned against the counter tops.
“You okay?”
“Honestly? No.” He half smiled. “I’m pretty sure your cousins hate me, your brother looks like he wants to kill me and your dad didn’t even glance at me when I said hello.”
You sighed. “If it helps you’re good at hiding it.”
He sighed too.
“My cousins are…young. They don’t know what’s what. My brother is just upset he has to be at a family gathering and my dad….well he hates you.”
“ I feel so much better babe, thank you.” He rolled his eyes sarcastically as your cousins manically stampeded through the kitchen knocking the punch bowl all over Steve’s back.
You both looked at each other in shock, as the kids ran away. It felt like time had stopped, , the music slowed and everyone stopped and gawked.
“Fuck.” You whispered under your breath.
Steve looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack. He was so stressed about what to wear to meet your parents and now it was ruined.
“Steve, you can put your sweater in the washer, I’ll find something in my brothers room for you, meet me upstairs.” You instructed and rushed to find something to clean up the mess.
“Baby it’s okay, let me help you clean up.” Steve offered.
You shook your head, tears filling your eyes. Steve’s brows softened in confusion and worry. It was t that big of a deal? Was it?
“Y/n! Why aren’t you cleaning this up?” Your dad yelled.
“Sorry.” Your voice was so quite not even Steve could hear it.
You knelt to the floor and started to wipe up the red liquid. Steve tried to help but your father shoved him out the way.
“That’s a woman’s job son, don’t be a sissy!” He spat.
Steve tried to hide the look of disgust in his face.
“George-“ your mother tried to interrupt.
“Shut up!” He screamed.
As you tried to get up and fetch the mop he grabbed the cloth from your hands. You stood still, tears on your cheeks.
Steve was frozen in place as your mother ushered everyone outside. She left years ago, but she left you behind, you never really forgave her for that.
“You are so fucking clumsy! You know that!” Your father yelled.
“It wasn’t her f-“ Steve tried to interrupt but your father shoved him out the way.
“You think your safe because of your smart mouth boyfriend? You’re not! You’re still a fucking pathetic little girl!” He yelled as he rung out the red liquid in the cloth onto your white sweater you’d be saving up for the whole month. You gasped, you could smell liquor on his breath.
“Hey man, Stop!” Steve spoke.
That was when your father slapped you cold across the cheek.
“What the fuck?!” Steve shoved your father into the island and grabbed your hand before he could regain his balance, dragging you up the stairs.
You heard your father tumbling after the two of you but refused to look back. Once you reached your room you slammed the door and locked it. You heard your parents fighting downstairs.
Steve looked at your tear stained face, and red cheek with teary eyes himself.
“Surprise.” You cried.
Steve pulled you tight into his chest, holding you like the world was ending. Providing the comfort you’ve always needed, fixing wounds he didn’t cause.
You held each other while you cried for a long time until your sobs slowed and his arms rubbed up and down your back slowly.
“You can come over any time you need to get away, you know. I can make the guest room up for you- or you could sleep in my room with me.” Steve rambled. “ you’re not pathetic or clumsy, and it’s definitely not your job to clean up after anyone else.”
You smiled with blurry vision.
“I love you.” You interrupted.
He smiled.
“I love you too-“ he cut himself off by kissing you, more passionately than before, more meaningful in the six months he’s been so lucky to call himself your boyfriend.
“Why don’t you change into something more comfortable?’ Steve pulled away tossing you a hoodie that was on your bed…. His hoodie that you stole.
You tugged at the hem of your sweater, and Steve instantly turned around.
“No, it’s okay.” You spoke and be slowly turned. He watched you pull the sweater over your head, he watched the bruises appear on your skin, the scars. Both littered on your body like stars in the sky
He felt himself get emotional. You pulled on the new hoodie and went to hold him like he’d held you. Steve couldn’t understand how someone could possibly hurt you. You were the nicest person he’d ever known.
He hated your father. Hated him.
From then on Steve made sure you felt safe always, he made an effort not to raise his voice or take you to loud places, he made sure you were comfortable with every touch he ever placed on your skin. You ended up staying with Steve ,more often than your own house.
He would hold you as you cried when something did happen. And he would kiss all the marks better.
You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders now that steve knew. You told him things about your childhood that you had never told anyone before. He would never admit this to you but those storied kept him up later than his memories of the upside down did.
One night, when you were cuddled up in Steve’s bed in that same hoodie from Christmas Eve 2 years ago. With less bruises on your body than you’d had in years. You smiled to yourself.
“Steve.” You whispered.
He grumbled into his pillow in response. Hugging your waist closer to him.
“Thank you.” You whispered.
“For what?” He grumbled half asleep.
“Just thank you.”
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