My Request If Youd Like To Do It :) Finnick And The Reader Are Past Exes. They Both Get Chosen As The

my request if you’d like to do it :) finnick and the reader are past exes. they both get chosen as the district 4 victors for the quarter quell. they constantly argue with each other and taunt each other and are apart of different alliances. but they both realize they’re still in love and want to protect each other so during the games the reader switches to finnicks group. they then admit their feelings.

sides switched. finnick odair x reader

summary: in which reader and finnick still have feelings for each other after all this time

warning/s: swearing

slater’s note: hi! thank you for the request, good to know there’s still finnick stans out there :))

you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, counting.

one, two, three, four...

everything was quiet, leaving you to your own thoughts and you found so much pain in it. you wish you could fall asleep but you knew, even then the horrors of future would reach you.

less than ten hours ago your name was drawn and called out to the crowd of district four, deeming you the female victor that would take part in the quarter quell. you had clenched your jaw tightly before joining your escorts side, trying to hold back from frowning too much since the whole capitol was watching, probably waiting for a smile from your face due to your ruthless win a few years back making it seem as if you enjoyed killing. 

but because of your ruthless killing you'd be haunted for the rest of your life just because of it. 

your bare feet padded against the floor of the hallway that lead to each of the bedrooms quietly, hoping you could distract yourself from your aching chest. the thing was, you had never dreamed of having anything to do with the capitol after winning the games, but after snow placed that crown over your head and congratulated you, you had learned it was only the beginning. 

you traveled to the butt of the train with your hand pressed against the metal walls in guidance. the walls were entirely glass, giving you a good view of the environment that you passed by, which at the moment was entirely too dark for you to see. 

you almost let out a yell once you realized you weren’t the only one in the room. your eyes fixating on finnick who sat comfortably on the couch that outlined against the curve of the wall, his eyes fixated outside the window till he turned his head, looking to you, or so you guessed since it was so dark. 

“i should’ve known you'd be awake,” he mumbled lowly a sense of spite low in his tone as he shifted slightly in his seat. 

“we’re both so alike,” you whispered back, staying stationary in your place by the door. it wouldn’t have been right if you sat. after the two of you had ended things it never felt right to be anywhere near him, but it was hard to stay away when the two of you were practically neighbors in victors village. 

you saw him everyday, even if you didn’t want to, he was there. 

“funny how that works,” he smiled a little but still filled with the illness of hatred in the pit of his stomach. he then stood, taking slow steps towards you before he was close enough that both of your chests almost touched. “we’re oddly so much like the ones we hate.” 

“don’t deny it, finnick,” you mumbled, looking up through your lashes with an impressionable smirk on your face. “you still love me.” 

“oh how you know me so well,” he said back sarcastically, making you wince, “but it seems you forget, i don’t care for those who bring no value to me.” 

you clenched your jaw at his words, he knew very well that they’d hurt you and perhaps that was his way of finally getting back at you for ending things, for laying those exact words out for him to listen to. you resisted the urge to explain yourself, to speak the long overdue explanation you had made up in your head long ago, but you bit your tongue allowing him to bump shoulders with you rather roughly, exiting the room. 

°•

you never intended to hurt finnick, but with the whole capitol against you and president snow himself, you were force to end things before either one of you got hurt. 

you stood out in the hallway, not necessarily paying attention to their words but rather the audience. you swallowed uncomfortably, slightly put off and forgetting how nerve racking it was to speak in front of thousands of judging faces who only wanted a show. 

“play dumb,” you heard finnick’s whisper voice from behind you making you tense up slightly, raising your shoulders in anticipation. he didn’t join you side, staying behind you yet inches away as he continued to whisper while watching caesar and a male victor. “it always works.”

you clenched your fists rather hard allowing your nails to press harshly in the palm of your hand, “i don’t want to.”

“you have to,” he seemed eager, knowing it was almost your turn to get interviewed. “they eat that up.”  “it’s different this time,” you mumbled, “i’m not fifteen anymore.” 

“y/n,” finnick flipped you around quickly, no longer whispering but rather harsh at tone, not wanting you to fuck this up, “you’re going to go out there and play that cute stupid little girl the capitol loves so much because if you don’t, we lose. you fuck it up.” you shove him off quickly, now angered, “you think i care anymore? the moment my name was drawn, i lost. either way, however i fucking play it, snow will have my head.” 

he watched you storm off until you hit the edge of the curtain line, allowing caesar to introduce you, allowing a round of cheers and applause to welcome you. you looked back to finnick cautiously, thinking, then gliding out in front of everyone, putting that cute stupid little girl smile the capitol adored so much. 

he knew you'd do it, no matter how much you didn’t want to, you kept up the fake act, putting on the show and feeding into their entertainment. finnick couldn’t help but smile, looking to his feet before back to where you sat, moving like a little girl with your arms while you answered caesar’s questions with delight and to that, the crowd cheered, laughed, clapped, adored you. 

you had looked over your shoulder to see finnick standing, watching you with pure astonishment like everyone else, but he kept his face blank of emotion with his lips slightly curved and arms held behind his back. 

you gave him an unimpressed look, one that told him you weren't happy with him. you slightly shook your head once before turning your attention back to caesar who was recovering from his fit of laughter. 

you would do anything for finnick, especially if that meant he was safe. including acting like a fool in front of capitol people, the real fools. 

°•

the moment the countdown had ended, you dove into the water, swimming as fast as you could to the cornucopia, knowing well enough you needed a weapon if you were going to survive, especially if you were without finnick. 

you hurled yourself on the rough rock the cornucopia was sat on, moving quickly before grabbing onto a spear, deciding that was the best you’d get if you wanted to move fast, but before you could dive back into the water you felt a hand pull you back roughly. 

you swung your spear fast, the large, sharp point landing close to one of the male career’s throats. you kept your arm steady as he still held onto you, giving you a knowing look as if asking if you actually wanted to do that. and you really did. 

“you’re with us girl,” he grumbled, trying his best to lean away from the spear. 

“no, i’m not.” 

a hand abruptly yanked on your hair roughly, pulling your head back to face the career one, gloss, a playful look on his face, “you wanna survive, you’re coming with us.” 

°•

night set in fast as you had hesitantly agreed into the alliance of the careers, not wanting to die just yet. they had kept you close and in-between them as you all hiked through the jungle full of disasters. 

if the obstacles of death traps didn’t kill you, the heat and dehydration definitely would. sweat soaked your body, it dripped down your forehead creating your face to heat up even more than it already was. 

you weren’t sure where you were going or what the career’s motive was at the moment but you knew it wasn’t good, especially when you pretended to lie asleep on the ground, allowing them to speak freely. 

“we’re getting nowhere,” one of the mumbled, “i’m going to die before we find the girl on fire.” 

“you need to be more patient,” one of the girls grumbled. 

“we need to kill girl on fire,” the voice spoke fast and angrily, “but before that, we have to kill the district four boy. we have a lot to do and we’re getting no where, so excuse me for not being fucking paitent.” 

“how do you propose we move faster? we have a whole goddamn island to search and they could be anywhere on it.” 

“that’s why we have her.”

you held your breath, feeling the obvious attention pulled to you. 

“there's no way she’ll help, they’re from the same district.” 

“oh she’ll help,” you could hear the snark in the mans voice making you close your eyes shut tightly. “she’ll just need some convincing.” 

you felt stuck in your body, completely trapped as they had continued to talk before it went completely silent. you knew they wouldn’t kill you, but you were still too fearful to fall asleep. 

it wasn't long till you felt a kick on you back, “it’s your turn to keep watch.” 

you rolled over seeing the female victor from district one, you got to your feet slowly, eyeing the girl carefully before nodding, leaning against a tree while she laid down next her brother. 

you watched her silently before your eyes traveled to the rest of the careers thinking about how you could do it right then. kill them. they were all sound asleep but then again it wouldn’t be a smart play. anyone who had survived the games slept lightly. the moment you cracked the skull of one of them, the rest would be ready to pounce. 

you had to run. 

°•

“johanna?” 

“y/n?” the girl narrowed her brows, squinting at you before fully coming to realization it was you. “jesus, y/n, thank god you’re alive.” 

she wrapped her arms around you before pulling away just as fast, her eyes frantic with sweat dripping down her forehead. you could tell she was so close to falling away from her sanity just as you were. 

“where’s finnick?” “i don’t know,” she shrugged, “i would have guessed he was with you.” 

“fuck,” you whispered, pulling away fully from her grasp. she gave you a questioning look. “we need to find him, the careers are hunting for him and if we don’t find him before they do-” 

you were cutoff from the loud sound of thunder, drawing both of your eyes to the sky. johanna let out a yelp of joy, calling out to the rest of her group with a rather rare smile on her face, “rain!”

you could see the large droplets begin to fall from the sky fast making you gasp in slight relief. johanna ducked her head back in joy, allowing the rain to fall on her face, only for hot droplets of blood to soak her face. 

your eyes went wide and you gasped, the same liquid completely soaking you. the feeling was warm and you suddenly wanted to throw up as the taste filled your mouth. 

johanna let out a scream, calling out to the rest of her alliance—her alliance that you couldn’t see—yelling them to run and follow her. you tried your best to shield your eyes from the blood, attempting to find where she was, but you failed, feeling trapped as you were so completely unaware of everything of your surroundings. 

“y/n!” johanna yelled for you, causing you to begin to run, no longer shielding your eyes, but squinting, trying your best to see but it was hard when your entire vision filled with red. “y/n, where are you?”

you ran and ran, gripping your spear tightly as johanna continued to yell till finally you bumped into something roughly, or rather somebody, landing you on the ground and just as fast as you figured out who it was, they swung their large weapon to you, making you roll fast onto your stomach before you tried your best to get to your feet. 

you were quickly knocked back down to the slick floor of the jungle and away from your spear making you swear. someones body quickly layered over yours, pressing a knife to your throat. you recognized him to be one of the people who had made an alliance with the careers, “where’s your boyfriend, girl?”

“i don’t know.” you suddenly yelped loudly, feeling the familiar feeling of being sliced, his knife running roughly along your bicep, causing your own blood to blend within the rain. you seethed, struggling beneath his weight, but he kept you still, now pressing the sharp knife against your cheek.

“i’m only going to ask this one more time,” he said harshly, blood filing his hair before dropping down upon your face causing you to continuously flinch. “where is finnick?” “i said i don’t know!” you yelled before screaming loudly as you felt the knife sliced against your thigh deeper than before. 

you struggled harder even more, tears coming to your eyes as your hands grasped the ground tightly before you took hold of a rock, slamming against the side of his face. he cried out in a low yell as you quickly got to your feet, slipping once as you grabbed your spear before going into a full on sprint. 

it felt forever, your lungs beginning to give out as you gasped and gasped, forcing yourself to keep running so the man wouldn’t catch up with you. 

the blood rain slowly begun to stop, causing relief to fall from your shoulders, but you knew that now you had to find finnick. he was the only thing that mattered right in that moment, you didn’t even care if snow would kill you himself just because you broke the promise you made to him. 

the lining to the trees begun to clear, causing you to slow your pace, allowing yourself to finally catch your breath as you slowly walked, now fully aware of the pain seething on the side of your thigh and bicep. your walk turned into a limp and soon you broke to the beach where you saw johanna, beetee, wiress, and.. finnick. 

“oh thank god,” johanna’s gaze landed on you making you slowly walk her way, wincing. she looked as if she was about to hit you, scold you for not following her but her eyes slightly went wide at the sight of blood still oozing from your body. “what the fuck happened?” “one of the career alliances found me,” you mumbled, still trying to catch your breath as you stared out towards the horizon, completely exhausted. 

“what's going on?” finnick was quick to join your conversation with his face scrambled up to a frown, looking to johanna then to you. 

“your girlfriend-” “finn,” you grasped his arm quickly, interrupting johanna before she could say anything more. “finnick, i need to talk to you.” 

his eyes intensified as he got a better look at you, his hand grasping your arm, the one that already held his. his jaw was clenched, hesitant, looking to the water before looking back down to you, looking to katniss before looking back to you.

he pulled you away slowly from johanna and the rest of the group despite her grumbling. finnick’s lips were pressed into a thin line as he still held you. he could feel his stomach swirl at the sight of you, his chest tightening to realization that you were hurt and probably because he wasn't there. 

“finnick, the careers are looking to kill you.”

“it’s the games, y/n, everyone’s out to kill me,” he almost scoffed, shaking his head while slowly removing his hand from yours in support, almost finding it ridiculous that this was what you had to tell him. 

“finn, no,” you shook your head rather fast, your voice broke and your head began to spin, “you don’t understand, there’s something going on, something’s not right.” 

he looked taken aback, stress lines falling from his face as he slightly leaned back, now fully letting go of your arm, “y/n.”

“finnick,” your voice was breathy, head still spinning, and he leaned back forward, ducking closer to you.

“you hear what you’re saying?”

say it. y/n, say it.

he hoped and begged you knew about the rebellion, he hoped you knew but there was a rare chance you did from the way you looked at him.

“what?”

he couldn’t say it. he wanted so badly but they were being watched, everywhere, there would be no way for him to tell you.

you laid a hand on your forehead, feeling dizzy. your eyes rolled to the back of your head before your legs gave out from under you. finnick quickly falling with you, his eyes going wide as his hands roamed everywhere on your body, shaking you.

“y/n?”

your head rolled, your vision blacking out after you mumbled, “i don’t want you to die, finn.”

°•

finnick softly dragged the side of his fingers against your cheekbone, waiting patiently for your conscious to return.

you had scared him, real bad. if he was being honest, he never stopped caring for you, even after your hurtful words that lead to a break up. he almost knew that was coming, all things good in panem didn’t last, especially the most desired.

they always became corrupted.

you had been on this cursed island for more than twenty four hours without food or water and untended wounds, it made sense as to why you passed out, but it still didn’t put finnick at ease with johanna’s constant reassurance that you were okay, that you were going to be okay.. once you woke up.

finnick sniffed, wiping his nose before slouching, his eyes never leaving your face, not wanting to miss it when you woke up.

“she’ll be alright,” johanna mumbled, coming to his side with her squeezing his shoulder quickly before letting go, eyeing you softly. “better she’s in there then out there.”

“yeah,” he whispered softly, “i still.. i just can’t help but worry..”

“well you’ve both been away from each other for how long?” johanna lifted a brow before her voice unleveled to a more serious tone. “you know she loves you, right? she came running through the forest only worried about you, finnick, no one else.”

his lips pressed into a thin line before he lightly drew his thumb against your cheek, “i love her too.”

“then you tell her that.”

finnick resisted arguing back, knowing eyes were on them. he only nodded his head causing johanna to walk away, content enough to leave him alone.

you had finally woke ten minutes later, feeling as if you were dying from the way your stomach screwed up in a strange feeling of pain. you sat up quickly, breathing harshly before you felt hands lay on you gently, resting you back down with shushing noises.

“it’s alright, you’re okay,” finnick pressed his hand against your forehead before running it back through your hair, trying his best to calm you down. “you’re safe,” he whispered, his mouth close to your ear before pressing his lips gently to the side of your head.

“finnick,” you gasped lowly, reaching out for him before he took your hand, squeezing it reassuringly that he was there. “finnick, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

he shushed you again, but in reassurance that your words were nonsense, “it’s okay,” he shook his head with a light tone, still stroking your hair, “it’s fine, love. okay?”

your cold hand reached up to cup his face, to which he leaned into, smiling softly, “i still love you,” you whispered, smoothing your thumb over his cheekbone, “i don’t care if snow kills me for it, i still love you.”

finnick smiled widely, feeling his heart put at ease before he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours while his hand caressed your face. he pulled away slowly before mumbling, “i love you too.”

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you’ve been hurt by louis many times, but you don’t want to let him go. 

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you’re the only thing marcus has going for him, but he can’t help but allow his addiction to wipe him out. 

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in which you run away from home, but can’t keep the thought of michael out of your head. 

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you and mattheo have a relationship that runs on hypocrisy and toxicity. 

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firsts. adam banks x reader

summary: julie reminds the group it’s adam’s birthday

warning/s: swearing, underage drinking 

slater’s note: i haven't watched any of the mighty ducks movies

you felt sweat drip from every pore of your body as you entered into the locker room with the rest of your distraught and fatigued team. it had been another long and hard practice at eden hall with no breaks and more hassle than you had ever seen from the team. 

you begun to slowly pull off your gear, finally easing into your skin in relaxation as you thought about taking a long bath when you got back to your dorm, maybe even watch a movie or two with connie due to your homework already being done and packed away for the weekend. 

you weren’t going to be doing anything this weekend but sleep, and you had no problem with that.

“boy am i beat,” guy leaned against the lockers completely stiff in position and looking as if he wouldn’t be moving for awhile. sweat slicked back his hair as little droplet beaded at the lining of his hair lining, making moves to slide down soon. 

“good work todays guys,” charlie nodded at each of you, beginning to pull his own gear off as he thought about what he’d be doing this weekend. hopefully scoring a date. “really saw the hustle.”

there were hums of acknowledgement as the others all packed up, too tired to say anything else and having their own thoughts and plans clouding their minds. it was the one time there wouldn't be practice over the weekend and you all were sure excited about it, but unlike the usual teenagers who made plans to hang out with their pals, you all had hoped to stay far away as you could from one another. 

you already saw one another everyday, practically every hour, a break from each other wouldn’t be too bad. 

“so,” fulton hummed, “what’re your plans this weekend?”

you shrugged, stuffing the last of your gear in your bag as you stripped from your sweat soaked tee-shirt, “probably nothing,” you mumbled, “i haven’t had a weekend without practice or homework for so long... i won’t know what to do.” 

fulton laughs lightly, nodding in agreement, “i know what you mean. i’m kind of hesitant though, somethings just been kicking at me like i’ve forgotten about something.”

you laugh back, nodding. it was habit. 

“alright, i’ll see you guys on monday,” you looked up to see banksy with his duffle already packed up fully and slung over his, ready to go. he smiled lightly, waving you all off in some low form of reassurance as everyone waved at him. 

you smiled lightly, connecting eyes, waving at him lightly. he returned the gesture with a longing look in his eyes before walking off. he never packed up that fast, usually holding small talk with the majority of you, but not today. 

everyone continued to pack up and change as you stood for a couple of seconds before continuing on. 

“so,” julie’s voice filled the air, “what’re we doing for adam’s birthday?” your back straightened back up, surprised as you looked to julie, wondering if she was serious. 

“that's what i forgot,” fulton mumbled from next to you, his lips pursed in a thin line while wagging it back and forth slightly as if shaming himself for it. “goddamnit.” 

“it’s adam’s birthday?”

“tomorrow.”

“shit, man,” charlie swore, shaking his head in disappointment, “we always do this.”

it was true. it seemed when it came to birthdays, celebrations, congratulations, and all that shit, the team always failed when it came to adam banks. not in a purposeful way, it was just.. adam had never been that big on attention unless it had to do with scouts. he didn't care for it and rather got embarrassed when anyone went out of their way to show affection and appreciation. 

especially on his birthday.

“we have to do something,” your posture straightened as you thought about the boy alone on his birthday. well.. maybe not alone, but without his friends. everyone on the team owed banksy, he had all of your backs even in the worst of times and none of you had ever repaid him.

“why didn’t he say anything,” connie quirked a brow thinking about seconds ago when adam was just in the dressing room, biding them goodbye. “does he not want to celebrate?”

“he doesn't like his birthday,” julie shrugged, folding up her jersey. “says they’re overrated.” “bullshit, even if he doesn't,” charlie looked around the locker room, making sure everyone was paying attention, “we’re throwing that man a goddamn birthday party.”

°•

the moment you had met adam you had immediately adored the boy and the secret small smiles he had at moments. he was one of the quietest people you had ever met but he was skilled, smart, and knew what he was doing. he quickly became your best friend. that’s why you were shocked (and hurt) to learn it was his birthday from julie and not him himself. 

the ducks had gathered in his small dorm that he shared with charlie, all with party hats on enjoying the cheap punch you and connie had hauled in. the room was filled with a large banner stating ‘happy birthday’ along with a cake and bowl of chips. 

due to the late notice of it being the boys birthday, you and the ducks could only scrape up enough money, but you assumed this would be enough since adam was expecting... nothing. 

the clock almost turned eight as you lowly converted with fulton about your game in two weeks against a valley team, someone you were bound to beat with playing them in the past. suddenly julie had appeared in a rushed state shushing everyone, cueing that adam was near. 

the lights were turned off and you inched near the front where julie and charlie stood before silence fully took over. you all waited patiently, practically holding your breath before the door opened and you all screamed; ‘surprise’.

adam’s eyes went wide as he stood in a grey suit holding a small box full of leftovers from his birthday dinner with his parents, something he didn’t exactly enjoy, leaving him in a low mood, but that was thrown out the window the moment he saw all of you. 

you. 

you smiled to his shock, his eyes going everywhere before hitting the banner hung behind all of you ducks. his face slowly released from shock before settling in a small smile, “how’d you all know?”

“c’mon, banksy,” you quirked a brow, handing him a plastic cup full of punch, “you really thought you could not tell us about your birthday?” 

the two of you held a hug while the ducks fell in commotion of talk. you smiled widely at him while he still looked around as if not believing what was around him. he had never had someone or multiple people care enough to celebrate his birthday, this was the first time. 

“you all really did this for me?” he smiled, looking down to you, his hand still wrapped around your waist as you still lightly held his shoulder.

“we sure did buddy!” dean appeared out of nowhere with a smug smile on his face, clapping adam on the shoulder, “happy birthday, cake-eater!” 

dean held a metal flask you eyed cautiously before he suddenly dumped some of the contents within adam’s punch, “loosen up, buddy, it’s your birthday!” he sped off, bouncing on his feet as he joined fulton’s side.

you looked back up to adam, seeing him drink and wince, “why not? it’s my birthday isn’t it?”

you smiled before shaking your head, “happy birthday banksy,” you then pressed a light kiss on his cheek before escaping off like dean, into the party. 

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