Thanks For The Tag @thedelicatearcher !!!

thanks for the tag @thedelicatearcher !!!

rules: give ur top artists of the last 4 weeks & ask which fits your vibe the most

i still don’t have many mutuals so… i very much encourage anyone to do this too!! (also be my mutual too 😁)

edit: i figured out how to make mutuals. i have some now. i feel so accomplished now :)

It’s that she put poisoned berries in his hand and he put a pearl in her’s

“you’re safe, you’re safe.” CRAZY. WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO ME??

me when finnick and annie get reunited in mockingjay pt 1 and he holds her so tenderly and you can just feel how much he cares for her and missed her and now i wanna cry

upon further reflection, i do believe finnick odair would be left shark and would ask annie to be katy perry.

i’m very curious about what you think modern thg characters would dress up as on halloween

flirty drunk

jesper fahey x reader

type: fluff

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: alcohol, implied bisexuality (idk if that’s a warning), gambling, a lil self doubt

summary: after a night of gambling, jesper gets a little drunk. who knew he was so flirty when he got tipsy?

the crow club was busy. like usual.

but among all the chaos, i could still spot jesper gambling his money away.

he was always either at a table drinking away with friends or at a gambling table. today, the latter was the case.

he threw his cards down, laughing dryly. i knew he had lost.

i walked over to him wrapping my arms loosely around his neck from behind. jesper was still babbling away, even with me near him.

"how much did you lose, jes?"

"nothing much. 10 kruge."

"35," the man officiating the game butted in.

i laughed as jesper sent him a glare. "i thought we were friends, man," he whispered.

i leaned towards jesper. "well, i think jesper's gambled enough for one night. i'm going to steal him away," i say, pulling him up.

everyone else at the table lets out a whistle as jesper whines.

"love, it's not that much. i bet i can win—"

"win it back? jesper, you have the luck of a one-legged dog."

everyone laughed as jesper only whined more. i plopped him down at a table with inej and nina seated at it.

"i'll be back with some shots. be a good boy, and don't move," i tell jesper, who had taken to pouting. he nodded resentfully but kept frowning.

i went to the bar and ordered some shots. i looked around while they were being made. jesper was still at the table, talking excitedly with nina and inej. i smiled at the sight.

i took the shots and placed them on the table. jesper immediately downed a shot and set it back down.

"someone's thirsty," nina commented, looking at the empty shot glass on the table.

"y/n said i couldn't gamble," jesper said, looping his arm around my shoulder.

"he had lost 35 kruge," i argued.

"you don't need to defend yourself. jesper gambling is never a good thing," inej says, taking a shot and drinking it.

jesper yelled a bit as nina, inej, and i all laughed at him.

a few hours later, i had not taken a sip of alcohol but jesper was extremely inebriated.

"y/n, darling, you're gorgeous. y'know that, right?" jesper told me, his words slurred.

inej and nina giggled at his behavior.

"so you're a flirty drunk?" i ask jesper, watching him stare at my face.

"i just speak the truth when i'm tipsy. and the truth is you have the face and body of a greek goddess," jesper says, blushing.

i laugh. "i think we need to get you to bed."

"yours or mine?"

nina, inej, and i laugh at the bit as i attempt to hide my blush.

"your bed, jes," i tell him, standing up.

jesper smiles. "feel free to join, love," he says as he winks.

nina and inej are thrown into another fit of laughter at jesper's attempts to flirt.

"okay, jesper. let's get you to bed."

jesper tells nina and inej goodbye before following me to the slat. (not without a few stumbles.)

once i got him to his room, i opened the door and i allowed him to walk inside. he walked into his room and plopped down on his bed as soon as he got close enough.

"this bed is so cold," jesper said, turning over so that he's belly-up. "if only you were in it with me."

i shake my head in amusement. "you're really dead set on getting me in bed with you, aren't you?"

"wouldn't any reasonable man be?" jesper said, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look at me. "or woman for that matter."

i laugh at him. "i'll sleep in your bed tonight if you get dressed right now," i tell him.

jesper immediately scrambled into action, stripping off his clothes immediately. i try to look away but it's pretty damn difficult considering his build. he's attractive. very attractive.

he slips on some sleeping pants and opens his arms. "dressed!" he says excitedly.

"where's your shirt?" i ask, noticing his bare torso.

"i don't wear a shirt to sleep, love," jesper says, winking.

i laugh and shake my head. "get in the bed. i'm going to go get ready," i say.

"you better come back! i trust you!" jesper yells, slipping under the covers.

"i promise i'll come back," i say, smiling at him.

"okay!" jesper says.

i go to my room and change into a sleeping shirt and shorts. i walk back to jesper's room.

he's still awake, but i can tell he's getting sleepy.

"hello, my love. you look gorgeous even in pajamas," jesper says, looking over at me. "i bet you'd look even better in nothing."

i blush at that. "jes, you big flirt."

i crawl under the sheets, already feeling the warmth of jesper's body.

"why'd you have to wear a shirt? i can't feel your skin," jesper whines.

"did you want to feel my skin?" i ask him, amused by the boy's drunk antics.

"yes," jesper says, tugging at my shirt.

i sit up. "you really want me to take off my shirt?"

"yes."

"why should i?"

"because i've done everything you wanted me to."

i thought about it for a second before taking off the shirt and throwing it to the side. i had an undershirt on, so i wasn't too concerned. i laid back down.

"better?" i ask as jesper traces shapes on my bare arms.

"much," he says, a huge grin on his face.

jesper loops his arms around my waist, resting his head on my chest.

"jes?"

"hmm?"

"what are you doing?"

"going to sleep."

"are you going to be using my chest as a pillow when you sleep?"

"yes."

"okay."

"i love you."

"i love you too, jes."

"not like that."

"what do you mean?"

"i love you."

"i love you too."

and then he fell asleep.

and i fell asleep, my mind on what just happened.

does he love me? or does he just love me as a friend? or is it just the alcohol talking? well they say drunk words are sober thoughts. i'll deal with this in the morning.

i woke up only to see jesper still asleep, his arms and legs wrapped around me with his head on my chest. my arms were around his neck loosely.

i just smiled down at him. he looked still and peaceful for once. i had never seen him like this before.

my hands went to his hair as i started to play with it.

jes' hair was extremely soft. it felt like clouds. and it was curly. i could take each little strand of hair and twist it around my finger if i wanted.

i started to just run my fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.

"if i knew you liked my hair this much, i would've let you do this before now."

i looked down to see jesper with a lopsided smile, looking at me.

"sorry," i said, removing my hand from his hair.

jesper grabbed my hand before my fingers fully left my hair. "don't stop. it feels nice," he tells me.

i allow my hands to start playing with his hair again.

"morning, by the way," jesper says, his words slightly slurred.

"morning. did you sleep well?" i ask.

"spectacularly. i had the best pillow in ketterdam," he says.

i laugh at him. "headache yet?"

"i've built up a resistance to hangovers, darling."

"really? i thought you'd at least have a headache. you drank quite a lot last night."

"speaking of last night, how'd you end up in my bed? not that i'm complaining."

"you wouldn't shut up about me sleeping with you, so i caved."

"and your shirt is on the ground because..."

"you said you wanted to feel my skin."

"what else did i say?"

"you told me you loved me."

jesper's eyes went wide, but my hands never stopped.

"i said what?"

"you said 'i love you.' so i said 'i love you too, jes.' and then you said 'not like that.' and i said 'what do you mean?' and you said 'i love you.' and i said 'i love you too.'"

jesper blinked at me. "did you know what i meant?"

"i know exactly what you meant."

"so why'd you say it back?"

"because i love you too."

then jesper looked up at me with the biggest smile.

so i took my hands out of his hair and put one on each of his cheeks, and i kissed him.

his lips were soft and warm, and they still tasted a bit like whiskey. but it was perfect. he was perfect. his lips moved perfectly against mine while me moved so that his body was hovering above mine.

we pulled apart for air as he smiled down at me.

"is this why you bought us shots?"

"no. but i'm happy with the result."

he smiled and leaned down to pull me into another kiss.

finnick odair would’ve been so happy to get gray hairs. rip finnick odair, you would’ve loved aging.