Dead From The Beginning. Finnick Odair X Reader

dead from the beginning. finnick odair x reader

summary: in which finnick thinks you’ll die and you just want to prove him wrong

warning/s: swearing

slater’s note: uhh this just has the same theme as my last finnick fic tf sorry

“i’m not here to make friends, i’m here to fucking win.”

the crowd shouted out in different variations of reactions, all entertained, shouting out with joy while others clapped, they were all so easily entertained and fell victim to entertainment so quickly, caesar himself cried out in joy, smiling widely before clasping his hands, “really! you all hear that?” 

they cheered louder and your chest swelled despite in your head you were unsure whether if you’d truly win. 

“you’re a delight,” caesar tapped your nose and you giggled in the fakest way, swaying your feet back and forth. “tell me more!”

“it’s quite easy, really, i mean look at me!” there wasn’t really much of you; to easy body mass and strength wise, but otherwise you were a stunner, and that’s it, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly with you stuffed in your poofy dress. “i’m going to win, caesar, i’ll promise you that-” 

the interview ended soon with a cocky smile on your face and an extravagant wave as you were escorted off the stage. your smile dropped and you clenched your jaw at how ridiculous those interviews were, boasting about yourself was quite embarrassing, especially if you died in the end. 

the first step you took in the hallway and back into the bright lights you had previously waited in, you felt a hand grab your bicep tightly, escorting you further down the hallway until out of sight of all the capitol people and tributes waiting to be interviewed.

your eyes hit finnicks once he shoved you against the wall roughly, both his hands now gripping both your biceps tightly with an angered expression, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“what?” you glared at him in confusion.  “where do you think boasting is going to get you?” finnick’s voice was low and full with agitation, “it's not going to get you sponsors, boasting doesn't look good on little girls like you, especially when they get knocked out within the first few seconds of the game because they don’t know what they're doing.” 

you tired to shrug off his grip but he only held tighter, pressuring you further against the wall. it made you wince but you kept calm, fighting off any pressure of your face falling naive. you forced a smirk, pressing back against him so your face was even closer to his than before, “i didn’t think you cared so much.”

“i’m trying to not get you killed,” he gritted, “you being cocky puts you as a challenge to the other tributes, especially since you’re not in one or two. they’ll all target you now.”

you finally fully forced him off, your face dropping from your smirk as you begun to walk down the hall, “i can take care of myself.”

“sure, kid,” he followed after you, keeping his distance this time as he watched you clench and unclench your fists with your pretty blue fluffy dress flowing around you in quickness. “i’m sure you can.” 

you flipped around quickly, catching him off guard with how fast you had moved and how frustrated you looked, “don’t want me to die? tell me what to fucking do because this whole trip you’ve been no fucking help.”

he stared at you, slightly taken aback, sharing the same intense stare you held before finally exhaled sharply looking around for a moment before walking right past you, ignoring you. you were now the one walking after him, but you didn’t care to keep space from him, you practically ran after him before pushing him against the wall.

“what the fuck is your problem?” you quirked a brow, your eyes full of frustration and anger, now cornering him, “one moment you have no problem telling me what i’m doing is wrong and the next you won’t even look at me.”

“because you’re going to die, y/n,” he said fast, his own words running up on your own. “the moment you jump off that tube, you’re dead and i don’t think you’re ready to hear that from the way you so confidently stated, you're going to win.” 

your cheeks grew red from embarrassment and your chest tightened in pain from the truth. he was right, you weren’t ready to hear that. you so solemnly wanted to believe you were going to win, but finnick dropped the bomb, preventing you from doing so. you wanted to slap him. 

but you didn't, you took a step away from him, getting one more good look of him in distance before trudging down the hallway with your eyes burning in fear.

and this time, he didn’t walk after you. 

°•

the final days had been knocked down fast like dominos before you’d be finally sent up to what finnick called your death bed. those final days had filled with training and silent dinners, the only time finnick spoke to you was to inform you of events you had to attend to, but nothing else.

the day had come and to your surprisal he had spoken. you didn’t expect him to escort you to the jet but there he was, waiting for you with his hands clasped behind his back, thinking deeply before realizing you stood before him in slight confusion. 

his hand pressed against your lower back as the two of you began to walk once again to the large jet that would take you to the arena. he was silent for awhile with his eyes flickering back and forth, deciding what to say. 

“you need to make alliances,” he mumbled, “i know you don’t want friends but you need some trust formed between the strongest there. you kill them in their sleep, but otherwise in the beginning, run away from the cornucopia, the beginning is always a bloodbath. let them do all the work and then find them.” 

you looked up to him, your eyes slightly wide as he spoke rather quick, trying to fit it in all the time the two of you had left. it made your heart pick up pace and you began to feel even more sick, the reality of it all coming to light. 

“be smart,” he whispered, finally turning to face you as you were now close to the jet. the his pad thumb reached up and swiped you cheekbone lightly in a small touch of affection. “you can’t afford to be stupid out there. stupid gets you killed. so does your ego.”

you swallowed harshly, not knowing what to say. his change in attitude and demeanor was all too much to take in at that moment. but you could still see the doubt in his eyes, knowing there was a very low chance you’d get out, but he wanted to feed your hope at least once. 

but his eyes only made your light of hope dimer. it was then you knew you had to prove him wrong, you had to win.

°•

the end was a bloodbath. 

just like the beginning. 

leaving the arena was such a relief, the knot in your stomach that had been there for days had finally been untied, allowing you to finally stay calm, but you still couldn't let your guard down and no matter how hard you wanted to fall asleep on your way back to the capitol, you couldn’t. 

you had almost stabbed finnick the first moment you had saw him, almost finding him unfamiliar which was a rather unfair statement since you were the one completely covered in dried blood and grime, staining your skin and hair, making you practically unrecognizable. 

he hadn’t cared, he was shocked, and proud, causing a warm feeling to fill his chest as he had walked to you fast, holding you tightly. 

he wasn’t watching when you had single handily took down five other tributes, declaring you the victor. he hadn’t really watched any of it in fear that you’d die just like all the past kids he had to mentor, including annie, a girl he had come to love fast but ended watching her die on screen with the rest of panem. 

that's exactly what he expected from you, but there you were, in his arms, so tense and so tired that you hadn’t even cared that you had proved him wrong. 

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three plus one

pairings: jj maybank x reader

summary: the three times jj maybank told you that he loved you, and the one time you said it back.

warnings: brief (unwanted) sexual comments, profanities, mentions of blood, mentions of fighting (?)

word count: 2240

one.

there was yet another kegger at the boneyard, courtesy of the pogues who were all too bored out of their minds to waste the night away.

kiara was with pope, talking to a group of tourons about their never-ending facts, and somehow, it kept them entertained.

john b and sarah were dancing along with the blasting music, bodies swaying despite the music being upbeat.

and you, you were sitting on a log, a red cup in hand. you watched as the waves crashed on the shore. the salty breeze of the air whipping across your face, goosebumps slowly spreading on your body. the night was beautiful despite everything that’s been happening, the moon and twinkling stars reminding you that there’s beauty amidst the chaos.

you sighed, standing up to get another drink when the familiar shouts of jj caught your attention. you dropped your cup on the table and rushed over to him as you saw a group of kooks spit harsh insults at the boy.

knowing him, he’ll never back out from a fight, more so when he’s drunk. jj and the kook already had a threatening range between them, chests puffed out and fists clenched, but before any punches could be thrown, you got between the both of them and placed your hands on jj’s chest, “c’mon, j, let’s go.”

“fine piece of ass you’ve got there, maybank,” the kook laughed, eyes trained on your butt, “maybe i could get a taste after you’re done with her.”

although before jj could lunge at him, you beat him to it. you threw a perfect punch directly at his nose, making him stagger back. his friends went to help him out but he pushed them away. clutching his bleeding nose, he raised a finger at you, “you bitch!”

you slapped him across the cheek as he made the move to do so, “leave, now.”

his friends navigated him away from the boneyard, and you shook your throbbing hand, “holy shit, i didn’t know it was that painful to punch someone!”

jj had a look of adoration on his face, he placed a kiss on your hand and leaned forward to kiss you. your arm immediately wrapped around his neck, as his went straight to your waist.

you didn’t know whatever this thing you had with jj was, you’re more than friends but less than lovers. he never placed a label on your relationship, and you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant to him, if it held a big part of his life as it did in yours.

“that was hot,” he mumbled against your lips, words slurring with intoxication, “god, i love you.”

if the circumstances were different, you would’ve said it back. you would say it again, and again, and again, and you would never get tired of saying it to him, but instead of answering, you brought his lips back to yours. hands roaming across each other’s bodies. you hoped that the intensity of the kiss would make him forget that he ever said that.

two.

it’s been at least a few weeks since that fateful night. jj never got tired of bragging how badass his girl was, bringing up how you broke the guy’s nose.

the two of you were currently snuggled in bed, silence surrounding the both of you with the excerpt of the soft music playing from the radio. your back was against jj’s chest as he continued to trace shapes on your bare skin.

he didn’t know if you’re awake, but he continued to appreciate your existence. the moonlight was shining over the both of you, he moved your stray hair aside and peppered soft kisses on your shoulder. he whispered a soft, ‘i love you’, before letting the music lull him to sleep.

unbeknownst to him, you were wide awake. staring at the blank wall as you felt your chest rise and fall in sync with his. a heavy feeling landed straight to you, swallowing harshly before trying to get sleep to overcome you.

three.

you and jj were at the dock beside the chateau, legs dangling over the water as you watched the sun set into hues of oranges and red.

your head was rested on his shoulder, hands intertwined. he tilted his head to look at you, there was a small smile adorning his lips.

you could feel his stare practically burning a hole on the side of your head, you grinned teasingly, “you know, rumor is, it’s rude to stare,”

“not when i’m looking at the most gorgeous girl in the outer banks,” he kissed your forehead, “you know i love you, right?”

you hummed uncomfortably, removing your hand from his.

“c’mon, y/n. i’m not drunk, you’re not asleep, so what’s the matter?”

you tensed up beside him, and this time he watched you carefully. you took a deep breath, choosing to stare at the dimming sky instead of the man beside you, “you don’t mean that,”

he scoffed unbelievingly, “i do, i do.”

you remove yourself from his side, shaking your head as you let out a quivery breath, “no you don’t. you’re in love with the idea of us, with who you become when you’re around me, you’re in love with the moments we have… not me,”

“no, because that’s exactly the reason why i love you, y/n!” he stood up, running a hand through his hair, “i love who i become when you’re around, i love how you balance me out, i love how well you know me,”

“jj, can’t you see? you love how i’m such an asset to you, you think that i could change you when it’s supposed to be you!” you interjected, “i’m not even your girlfriend, jj. you never asked me to be, and even if i was, you’d have no reason to love me!”

“see now that’s just unfair!” he threw his arms up.

“what’s unfair? that i want to know what’s going on between us?” you scoffed, folding your arms, “jj, you can’t tell me you love me if we haven’t established whatever’s going on.”

he sighed irritably, tugging at the strands of his hair, “why are you so stubborn? when will you accept that my heart beats only for you?”

“jj, you don’t even know what my favorite color is!” you exclaimed, rubbing your arms together as a harsh wind blew.

he froze, his mind whirring, trying to figure out what it is, “i-”

“exactly my point,” you sighed, turning around to walk back into the chateau.

“i don’t know what your favorite color is but i know how you like your coffee, i know that you get grumpy in the morning because you have a hard time falling asleep at night, i know that you braid your hair when you’re nervous, i know that you hang your mother’s ring in a chain because it’s too big for you, i know that you hate sitting next to john b during lunch because he chews too loud but you don’t want to say anything because you’re scared of hurting his feelings, i know that you hate how your voice sounds on tape but i love how you sound, i know that you often compare yourself to sarah, or kie, or some girl, but you’re perfect just the way you are! and i know that saying it back is at the tip of your tongue but you’re scared,” jj spoke up, his chest heaving up and down from saying it in one breath. he watched you stop on your tracks, with one more sigh, he whispered softly, “what are you so afraid of?”

he walked past you and left, leaving you alone at the dock with your thoughts.

what were you so afraid of?

one. part two.

it’s been weeks since your last confrontation with jj.

you’ve been avoiding him, and the pogues like a plague. you spent the last few days moping around your room or spending early mornings out for a walk as your mind whirred with your never-ending thoughts and possibilities.

a knock from your door caught your attention. you sighed, turning your gaze away from your television. the background of friends still went unbothered, “come in,”

your little sister went inside with a sad look on her face. you frowned, opening your arms to invite her in, “what’s wrong, bubba?”

she sighed, nuzzling her nose at the crook of your neck, “i think boys suck,”

“what happened?” you asked, rubbing her back soothingly.

“marcus said he liked me but i saw him holding chrissie’s hand at the park,” she said, playing with the elephant stuffie jj has given you, “i wish i could find someone like your boyfriend, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, “boyfriend? you mean jj?”

“yeah,” she looked up at you, “it’s like you’re his princess, he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. kind of like those disney movies.”

you hummed, “well, jj and i aren’t talking right now,”

“what, why?”

“things are a bit complicated right now. he said he loves me,” you smiled softly at your sister, who’s listening to every word you’re saying.

“really?” she perked up, “did you say it back?”

you looked up at your popcorn ceiling, “no,”

“y/n, why not?”

“i don’t know, really, i just-” you sighed, were you really going to talk about your love life to your 7-year-old sister? “i feel like i’ve loved him my whole life and when he finally said it, everything sounded so unreal, you know?”

“i don’t,” she blinked, she placed the stuffie on your lap, “but do you love him?”

“maybe? i don’t know,” you sighed, stressfully running a hand through your hair.

“i don’t think love is a maybe, y/n, it’s either a yes or a no. you love him or you don’t love him,” she shrugged.

you looked at her in disbelief, “and when did you get so smart, missy?”

she jutted her bottom lip out, “heartbreak changes you,”

you chuckled, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. you raised the volume of the television, letting her lounge in with you as you thought of what she and jj said.

what are you so afraid of?

you love him or you don’t love him.

the thing with jj was, everything happens so unexpectedly. the moment you kissed him for the first time was you signing up for the start of a summer romance. you had some expectations that you hoped would happen. but with him, sometimes it was more than you could ever ask for.

you didn’t mind if he was a bit closed off, or if he was a bit too rowdy. you didn’t mind that he often steals from your plate, thinking that you wouldn’t notice, you didn’t mind that he gets protective over you and his friends that it often meant getting into fights and you patching him up, you didn’t mind him waking you up at 4 in the morning because he got into another fight with his dad, you didn’t mind that he’ll suddenly open up about everything all at once, and you didn’t mind the least that he loved you.

you didn’t mind.

because despite his flaws, you’ll still love him.

you’re in love with jj maybank.

the pogues were all at the back of the chateau, having a light conversation as the campfire in the middle crackled.

“jj!”

their head snaps toward your direction, and jj shot up the log, rushing towards you.

“y/n, what happened? are you okay?” he panicked, hands cupping your face as he tilted it, looking for any injuries.

“i’m sorry, i love you, i love you,” you breathed out, placing your hands on top of his, “i love how you send me songs that remind you of me, i love how you always have the disposable camera with you, i love how passionate you are, i love how you never fail to make me happy, i love how you care so deeply for your friends, i love you everything about you, jj maybank, every bit. i love you,”

“-and i’m sorry for not saying it sooner, i was so scared of what could possibly happen with us at the next stage of whatever this is but i’m not now, so i love you.” you heaved, now just noticing the shocked expressions of him and your friends. now that everything calmed down, you realized that you practically yelled in front of them.

your cheeks heated up as john b, pope, and kiara stood up, muttering something about giving the both of you some space.

“i’m sorry, jj. i-”

he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer than you already were. lips locking with profound love, before slowing down into soft and sweet pecks.

your eyes slowly fluttered open to see him looking at you with a soft gaze in his eyes. he pulled you closer into a hug, your fingers playing with his hair.

when he pulled back, he had a teasing smile on his face, “you love me,”

you laughed softly, and pecked his lips, “yeah, i do,”

“y/n loves me,” he sang, twirling you around, “my girlfriend loves me!”

“girlfriend?”

“yeah, you’re it for me.”

“well, i can’t possibly say no to that,”

“you’re stuck with me for life,”

“forever and always.”

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heat

pairings: jj maybank x reader

request: #3 on the req of roommate au for jj 😩😩 // The heat is off because our landlord sucks so I slept in your bed last night and I’m realizing how much I enjoy waking up next to you

warnings: roommate!au

word count: 700

to be fair, you didn’t think you had to pay the bills for at least two more weeks. you should’ve known though, your landlord made his disdain for you and your roommate quite obvious.

wrapped up in two thick duvets, you groaned. with winter rolling around, the cold of your apartment didn’t help you warm up.

it was deep into the night when jj came back home from his job. he was looking forward to the comfortable sanctuary he calls his warm bed, what he didn’t expect though was to be greeted by a chill in your usual cozy home.

he walked towards the thermostat, expecting you to have lowered the temperature but seeing it off made him let out a disgruntled whine.

when you heard a faint knock on your door, you peaked your head through the covers and smiled when you saw jj walk in with two cups of hot chocolate.

you sipped on it as soon as you got a hold of it, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction, “thanks, j. you’re a lifesaver.”

he chuckled, laying in with you as you lifted the comforter up to invite him in. the both of you stayed in bed all night, having a disney movie marathon as you tried your best to keep yourself distracted from the cold.

the sun seeping through your blinds woke jj up, he blindly tried to pat down another pillow to keep his eyes covered from the light when your body heat snapped him out of his daze. there was an old disney movie playing on the tv, the two of you must’ve slept in.

jj carefully shifted his body to look at you. you were cuddled into his side, arms and legs sprawled against him as your nose slightly tickled him.

he smiled softly. it was nice, he thought, waking up next to you. the two of you weren’t necessarily something. there was playful flirting here and there, flushed faces, and heart eyes, but none of you made the move to ask each other out.

he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

the slight brush against your face made you stir from your slumber. you hummed as you felt the stare of the blonde, nuzzling your face deeper into his neck.

“good morning, sunshine,” he grinned, his voice raspy from just having woken up.

“morning,” you yawned, shuddering slightly from the cold.

jj’s smile grew as he watched you make yourself comfortable in his embrace. he ran a hand on your arm, making the goosebumps disappear.

he kissed your forehead, “i could get used to this,”

you hummed, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he smiled, tilting his head to look at you.

“i’d kiss you right now but the morning breath doesn’t sound so attractive right now,” you laughed, rubbing the excess sleep from your eyes.

jj suddenly leaped up, throwing the covers away from you. he pulled you up by your arms and threw you on his shoulder.

“jj!” you shrieked, throwing weak punches at his back.

he wordlessly walked around your apartment and opened the bathroom door. he sat you down on the countertop.

you gave him a confused smile, watching him, tousled bed head and ruffled clothes, shuffle through the cabinet. he shoved the toothbrush and toothpaste in your hand with a patient look, “go on,”

“you are unbelievable,” you scoffed humorously, brushing your teeth as he did the same, smiling cheekily at you through the mirror.

as soon as both of you were finished, he placed both arms at each of your sides. you brought your hands at the back of his neck and played with his messy locks.

“may i?” he whispered, leaning closer that your noses were touching.

you nodded, meeting his lips halfway and finally getting around the feeling of kissing him. you’ve thought of how his lips would feel on yours but nothing compares to it actually happening.

when you pulled away the both of you had wide grins on your faces, you leaned in again and stole a few more pecks.

“guess we have to thank mr. landlord for turning off our heat, huh?”

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