The People Of Tumblr Are A Lot More Horny Than I Originally Thought. I Guess The Real Thing Does It Better

the people of tumblr are a lot more horny than i originally thought. i guess the real thing does it better for them than the actual smut fics you put out. anyways i’m still not over demolishing 😳👋👋

the way your porn link post already has so many likes is sending me 😭 i mean you gave the people what they wanted

they be hyping it up more than my actual fics 🙁🙁

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400 celebration🫂

i hit 400 like 3 days ago lol, i’ve never done this before but i’m bored, ty friends

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AMOURTENTIAA’S SOUR PROM

— guys omg thank you so much for 1k followers, i love all of you so much. in celebration of this milestone, i’ll be doing a writing collection inspired by olivia rodrigo's debut album, sour. the collection would include eleven fics based on each track of the album. s/o to @s1ater for being the best girl out there and helping me out <33

i. brutal » pogues x reader

↠ everything in life was like a slap in the face despite the stupid clichés of the teenage life being the golden years; but the only thing golden about it was your friends trying to get through the brutal ole’ life together.

ii. traitor » john b routledge x reader

↠ although john b didn’t cheat, you believe that he’s a traitor for moving on so quickly whilst you deals with the heartbreak that he caused.

iii. drivers license » kiara carrera x reader

↠ after getting your drivers license, the first thing you do is pass by your past lover’s house and reminisce all the memories and heartbreaks.

iv. 1 step forward, 3 steps back » jj maybank x reader

↠ it seems with every step of progression you ever get in your relationship with jj, it ends with three steps back to square one, throwing off your relationship like a rollercoaster.

v. deja vu » sarah cameron x reader

↠ after coming across sarah’s new instagram post, you had to do a double take at their new date photos, because it looked oddly familiar with the post you’ve archived.

vi. good 4 u » bucky barnes x reader

↠ it wasn’t fair, how bucky was able to smile and love while you were tearing yourself apart, but good for him.

vii. enough for you » pope heyward x reader

↠ everything you did was for pope, in hopes that you’d reach all levels his past girlfriends had, but in the end you never were enough for him.

viii. happier » loki laufeyson x reader

↠ you’ve never asked for anything from loki when he was still yours, the only thing you want now was that he’d be happy, but never happier, and he was reminded of that more times than he could count.

ix. jealousy, jealousy » peter parker x stark!reader

↠ with the strain to constantly look perfect in the public eye, you started to change yourself into the stereotype of a perfect girl, and your boyfriend takes notice.

x. favorite crime » pietro maximoff x reader

↠ you desperately always strived to be his, despite knowing that your heart would get broken, but in hope, you still wished you were his favorite.

xi. hope ur ok » rafe cameron x reader

↠ whilst looking through the box of pictures you’ve found under your bed, you came across a photo of you and your friends, making you wonder if they’re okay. most especially the boy who still held a special place in your heart.

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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prove me wrong. finnick odair x reader

summary: finnick odair finds you weak and wants you to prove otherwise

warning/s: swearing, mentions of suicide, unedited

slater’s note: i feel like this fandom is dead and that makes me hella sad lolz (i literally watched the movies for the first time yesterday)  

the only reason you were alive.. was because of him.

when you were fourteen your name was pulled from a large glass bowl just like many others before you. you felt the whole world crash around on your shoulders as you had heard your name called and eyes settled on you, wild but filled with relief that it was you and not them.

you couldn’t breathe and you felt your heart pound against your chest so harshly, it was hard to forget. you could feel your ribs crack.

moments after, an eighteen year old boy’s name was called, someone you hadn’t known and forever wished you had never met.

today, you sat on the same train from six years ago feeling like a scared little girl, like fourteen year old you had came alive once again with the call of your name from the escort. your eyes wide with horror and dread before closing with the feeling of content at the idea that now, your time had come, and your luck had finally run out.

your ride to the capitol made you queasy as the male victor drawn from the glass bowl tired his best to talk to you, ask you of your strategy and skills, completely oblivious as to how you survived on the reliance of some other boy who wanted nothing more in life but to die.

the capitol was flooded with people in nice clothing and overdone hair and accessories filled with colors ranging from one end to the other of the color scale. it hurt your head and in return you frowned at the sight of many smiles and sounds of glee you couldn’t return.

you clenched your jaw and fists as the peace keepers pushed you through the commotion with their cold, tense hands. it made you arch away, not enjoying the touch, never enjoying the touch, especially from them.

the games had ruined all human contact for you. it made you a stranger to all those who would enter the arena, even after the first year where you were forced out to the parties and gatherings and fame that was supposed to pull you closer to past victors, but so undoubtedly failed because they all knew you weren’t a true victor.

°•

your stomach filled with knots and before you could even think, you ended up back where you were six years ago only without short hair and naive-innocent eyes that created adoration for sponsors.

you held the same brightness in your eyes now, despite all the death and traumatic moments that laced into your irises of experience—experiences that still haunted your dreams in dark clouds. dreams that more or so we’re nightmares that you attempted to push away at thought.

you had a gold dress wrapped tightly around your waist while strands of look-a-like wheat loosely twirled around your waist with a thin layer of tulle flowed over—in representation to the eleventh district. you sparkled gold specks, making you hard not to be noticed as you walked through the entrance of the arena where all the horses waited with carriages.

hard not to be noticed by him.

“for one thing, they never fail to make you the prettiest girl in the room.”

you clenched your jaw at the sound of his voice, his unmistakable sarcastic tone filled with taunt and something else that made your chest tighten even more so than it already was.

you turned around, eyes meeting finnick odair’s as he had a quirked eyebrow at you, wanting you to say something in return, but almost knew you wouldn’t. you took one look at him before sighing, knowing this would be one long experience and if the games didn't kill you, he probably would himself. 

“it’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning slightly on the wall the two of you stood by, “you almost made it without another look from the capitol, but here they just pull you back in for more.” 

you licked the inside of your cheek, “what do you want?”

“oh nothing,” he grinned, “just making sure i catch up with the capitol’s most hated before they tear you apart out there in the arena.” 

your mind thought of the reason as to why you were the most hated, making your shoulders sink and expression become even more heavy with sorrow than before in remembrance of the male tribute you had been paired with that year; jens and the way he had sacrificed himself right before your eyes moments before you were crowned victor for that years hunger games. 

“you’re going to be the one to kill me, aren't you?” you frowned harder with hurt.

“i wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

°•

the training room was filled with many victors practicing and sporting their skills for all to see. it made your head hurt at the sight of so many finding delight in the thought of killing/hurting one another in order to please the capitol.

you swallowed harshly before rubbing the side of your face, deciding where to start first. although you weren’t exactly the capitol’s most hated victor despite finnick’s words, they all still thought so lowly of you with no strength and no skill but the ability to hide real well. 

but overtime, fueled with the anger of people thinking so low of you, and anger that you were actually so undeserving of the victor stand point, you had trained yourself to something your fourteen year-old-self wasn’t. 

“wanna spar?” johanna grinned to you as she came up from behind you holding two swords tightly in her grip. “i promise i won’t hurt you too bad.”

“you sure,” you quirked a brow, taking a hold of the metal material she held out to you before taking a few steps back for some distance. “i don’t wanna hurt you.”

she rolled her eyes, also taking a few steps back, allowing silence and focus to cloud her vision before launching herself at you. she swung her sword causing you to lean backwards, almost falling to your ass from how low she swung. 

you swung back, catching her sword causing a loud metal on metal sound to echo throughout the large room. swing after swing you had proved yourself to not be the girl you were all those years ago that people had watched from their screens with worry and even anger with how easy you got away with winning all because of a boy who was smart and strong and charming and in the end, had no will to live. 

you were no longer weak. 

you had almost caught johanna’s skin many times if it weren’t for her being quicker and more experienced with combat until, finally, the tip of your blade sliced across her cheek, catching her off guard.

 she frowned and just as you were going to take another stab at her, she rolled behind you, making your swing to your side, thinking you'd once catch her off guard with how quick you reacted, but to your failure, you had caught finnick just barely at the tip of his nose. 

you swallowed harshly, taken aback, and after he swallowed his own slight shock, he tipped the blade away from his face with two fingers, smirking, “careful there, sweetheart.” 

you dropped your weapon, clenching your jaw. 

“wouldn’t want to kill the most charming person in the capitol,” johanna rolled her eyes, speaking in a rather low and annoyed tone as she dropped and rolled her shoulders from how tense they felt. “of course, your gonna end up deserving it if you keep getting in the way, finnick,” she bumped shoulders with him before taking ahold of your own sword, walking away.

“you sure know how to fight, girl wonder. where was that at your first games?”

“shut up,” you glared at him, rolling your shoulders, now feeling fired up. 

his eyebrows raised, slightly surprised at your words, “finally standing up for yourself? what happened to you in those six years?”

“just decided i’m done letting people like you shitting on me for something i couldn’t control,” you spat, feeding into his taunt. 

“you let that boy die for you,” he leaned in forward rather fast, catching you off guard with how close his face was to yours. “you let that boy die for you even though you knew you very well you didn’t deserve to win. you’re weak, you always have been, always will be.”

“i was fourteen,” you pushed on, hurt by his words and now completely set off. “he killed himself before i could even process what had happened. you think i wanted to be victor? you think i even wanted to be drawn from that stupid glass bowl in the first place? i wanted to be dead the moment they drew my name.” 

your voice came out fast and choppy filled with anger and offense as you couldn’t even process what nerve he had to call you the things he did, “i am not weak. you know why? because i have put up with people like you for six fucking years. i am not weak.”

“prove me wrong then,” he swiftly gripped your chin, tightly, raising his eyebrows daring you to do something. “prove. me. wrong.”

you jerked your head away from him, glaring at him, not knowing what to do but walk away with your fist tightly gripped, thinking of how you’d have to kill him if you wanted to prove his words wrong. 

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you were completely knocked out from the strobe of lightening that flew through katniss’ bow before electrocuting the whole arena. you hadn’t known whether if you were dead the minute you had hit the base of a tree but you figured you were with not being able to move or think or even open your eyes. 

that was until everything in your body so suddenly ached and you were very much aware that you were alive from the pounding headache taking over your mind and your body pressed against the cold metal floor of a jet. 

the jet that whisked away dead bodies. 

you pushed yourself from the floor, groaning and keeping your eyes shut tightly due to the bright fluorescent lights stabbing your sight and increasing your throbbing headache. it was then the questions flooded in. 

what happened? 

why were you on the jet?

was this a dream?

where was finnick?

finnick, the boy you had came to rely on progressively through the short amount of time you had all spent in the games. he had saved you many times and even when you had tried your best to stay as far away from him as you could, wanting nothing to do with him and his taunting till you finally gave in once he had saved you from the hurling axe that had been coming your way from one of the district one victors, tackling you into the water, just barely missing the very sharp blade by an inch. 

you were in a small room before opening the surprisingly unlocked glass door out into a large main hallway, where voices echoed and touched the walls gently. you slowly wandered before reaching fogged doors that prevented you from seeing who hid behind before you heard his voice. 

“i don’t know if she’s ready or not.”

you slowly pulled the knife your had hid in beneath your belt and shirt at hand, holding it tightly as you continued to listen carefully. 

“what do you mean ‘you don’t know’,” another voice spoke lowly and rather irritated. 

“she’s hard to read,” finnick mumbled, “she isn’t exactly an open book, ready to tell me every secret she has.”

“i thought that’s who you were, mister ‘i know everyone’s secrets-”

“what’s going on?” you passed through the doors, taken aback the moment you saw and realized who was all in the room, haymitch and the game keeper and finnick like you had guessed. “why am i here?”

“y/n.” you gripped the knife tightly behind your back as you looked between the men, analyzing each of them fully before you landed on finnick who was leaned against the other end of the large table across from you, staring at you with an unfamiliar look that caused your chest to filled with an unfamiliar feeling.

“what’s happening?” 

“you might want to sit down for this, sweetheart,” haymitch took a step towards you with his hands ready to grasp you, and out of panic you lifted your knife, pointed closely to his chest making his arms go up in surrender. “i’m not gonna hurt you.”

“how do i know that?” “y/n,” finnick had his arms raised as well, rounding the table to join haymitch’s side. “y/n, it’s over.”

“what’s over?” you still had your knife pointed, “why am i here?”

“the games are over,” the gamemnaker mumbled from the table, watching the scene unfold, “you don’t have to be scared.” you looked between the man anxiously before the weapon was ripped from your gripped making you yelp in surprise. you suddenly felt cornered as you watched haymitch hand the knife to finnick who set it down on the table. 

“you're going to kill me now, aren’t you?” you frowned hard with your back pressed against the wall, fear and doubts beginning too creep in on you.  “i wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” finnick smiled lightly, “you proved yourself.” 

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some jason todd content

ephemeral

wc: 530

pairing: jason todd // gn reader

You find him lying on the couch when you get home.

“Jason,” you chide, “again?”.

His helmet is cast on the floor and his legs are propped up on the cushion. He looks up at you, and the smile he wears is pure honey backed by exhaustion.

Your keys clatter as they are dropped in the bowl, and your shoes are off by the time you are standing next to him. Pulling him off the couch takes all your weight, and even then, you probably couldn't do it without him helping.

“Ten bucks says you don’t make it to the bathroom door before passing out, Jay.”

He groans and gives you a meager, “Fuck off.”

“You know not getting shot every time you go out on patrol could really fix this,” you hum to him.

The door opens with a creak, and when you turn the light on Jason winces at the harsh white glare. You've gotten better at taking care of his wounds since you started dating, but as he sits on the sink and you take the bandages and supplies out of the closet, your heart hurts just a little.

His curls are glued to his forehead, his eyes can hardly stay open, and yet he still smiles when you fumble with the roll of bandages and let out a string of curses.

Finishing cleaning all his wounds takes longer than you thought, but when you’re done and everything is put away, Jason slips off the sink and wraps his arms around your waist.

You hear a quiet, “Thank you,” and tighten your arms around his neck pulling him even closer.

“I’m not kidding about the getting shot thing though. The next time you get hurt while trying to backflip to win a bet in the middle of a fight I will personally let you bleed out.”

Jason groans.

“Tim told you, didn’t he?”

You lean back to give him a teasing smile, “He texted me right after he made sure you weren’t dead.”

The sigh he lets out is telling, both of his tiredness and exasperation, and as you pull his hand leading him to your bedroom, he doesn’t complain.

Jason is already in bed when you finish your nightly routine, and the blankets are warm and accepting when you crawl into them and his arms.

“I have class tomorrow at 8,” you say into his neck.

“Patrol starts at 6,” he replies.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you sink even further into his embrace. Soft breaths fill the gaps in the silence that the city can’t quite get to.

There’s an unspoken understanding that whatever solace you both take in these quiet moments of company only last until the sun breaks them apart. The sun always comes back up, and while time flows like molasses when you’re in his arms, you can’t help but think sometimes that the molasses flows too fast.

Jason’s breathing slows enough for you to recognize he’s asleep and you curl closer into the warmth of his body.

“I love you,” you whisper into his shirt.

You could swear you see the ghost of a smile on his face.