angel

ⁿᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ: ⁿᵉᵉᵈʸ ᵇʸ ᵃʳᶦᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

ʰᵉˡˡᵒ ᵐʸ ᵈᵃʳˡᶦⁿᵍˢ,ᶦ’ᵐ ᵃʳᵃᵇᵉˡˡᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉˡˡ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵗᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ.

ᶦ’ᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ

ᶦ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵘᵈˡʸ ᵃⁿ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵉⁿᵗʰᵘˢᶦᵃˢᵗ

ˢʰᵉ/ʰᵉʳ

ᵇᶦˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᵇʰᵃᵈ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ

ᵃˡˡ ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵉˣᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵐᵃᵍᵃ,ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵖʰᵒᵇᵉˢ,ᶠᵃᶜᶦˢᵗˢ,ʰᵒᵐᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᵉˢ ᵉᶜᵗ.

⤷ ゛ₘₐₛₜₑᵣₗᵢₛₜ ˎˊ˗

𝒻ᵢₙₙᵢ𝒸ₖ ₒ𝒹ₐᵢᵣ

ᵐᵃˣ ʰᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ / ᵇʳᵉⁿᵈᵒⁿ ᵗʳᵉᵐᵇˡᵃʸ

ₕₐᵣᵣᵧ ₕₒₒₖ

𝒻ᵢₙₙᵢ𝒸ₖ ₒ𝒹ₐᵢᵣ

ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵇᵃᵇʸ,ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ

ꪑꪖ᥊ ꫝꪖꪻꪻꫀ᥅

ᵇʳᵉⁿᵈᵒⁿ ᵗʳᵉᵐᵇˡᵃʸ

brendon tremblay x reader

summary: working in the set of descendants was nothing short of a dream,however fans started noticing the closeness between you and a certain co-star

or: a compilation of times you and your secret boyfriend almost got publicly caught

warnings: secret-ish relationship,fools blatantly in love,invasive fans,

this is buns i’m so sorry

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⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

it was true,working in the descendants franchise was everything and more you could’ve imagined. being the first role you’ve ever booked,you were beyond anxious to meet the cast you’d work so closely with over the next many months. to your relief,they welcomed you as if you’d been in all their lives for years.

as life goes,everyone has their closer relationships with cast members and for you that was brendon. oh brendon. he was the first to talk to your fidgety self. creating a growing bond with him soon advanced after you realised the characters you play have a close friendship with one another.

you learned about eachother more,better than anybody else could and began going out one on one without the rest of the cast alongside you both. and on a late tuesday night long after filming was over, he shyly asked to be your boyfriend. the squeal you let out had to be at cat level frequency.

nevertheless,both of you decided to keep it between the two of you just incase of any mishap. despite the initial plan of secrecy,an accidental slip up of brendon calling you “darling” on the set of perfect princess soon wiped any going back. thankfully no crew members heard,only the main cast you’d grew so closely too. still,in a last hope they promised to keep it a secret. now your relationship lay in the hands of kylie,malia,liamani,alexandro,kiara,zavien,ryan and dayton. perfect. it was nicer,honestly, being able to love eachother infront of your closest friends however another slip up,or multiple, was bound to happen. especially with the help of invasive and nosy fans on the prowl.

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now the movie had been released for public view and you couldn’t have been prouder. per contra,this only meant everybody’s schedule was crammed, from interviews to red carpets;you and your beloved boyfriend barely caught a minute to yourselves.

brendon was at the gym,somewhere he was often whenever he got the chance. not that you minded,you liked a minute alone to wind down. whipping your phone out of your back pocket,you flop down on the sofa and curled your legs under yourself as you open tiktok. the first thing you see is yourself and brendon on set with the wide text ‘reasons why i believe reader and brendon are dating. part 1!!!!’.

you weren’t surprised but you were caught of guard. you knew how fans were even if someone barely interacted with another it always sparked controversy.

with no better thing to do,and pure curiosity because cmon who wouldn’t be curious,you let the first video of the series play on.

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the first video began with a clip of brendon filming the ‘group’ get ready for set and as he pointed at the camera,a silver ring catches the light on his pointer finger. the clip then switches to a picture of you in a recent instagram post alongside kiara and dayton with the very same ring on your finger. the wide yellow text then pops up ‘her wearing his ring?!’ nevertheless,you look down and see his ring on your middle finger. this could very well be a coincidence,except it wasn’t. you complimented the ring once on a whispered night in the sheets;the next thing you knew,the ring had been slipped onto your middle finger. clicking the comments,eager to see their opinion ↓

user102: omg and there’s literally a B engraved on the ring as well !!

brendontremblayfan56:better back off my man 😡

╰┈➤ user81:stfu you’re like 5yr

readerlover01: they’d be so cute

you read the comments with a small smile on your face,now you were invested. after clicking on the playlist,the next video begun so you settled into the sofa and let it play

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the second video was a little more obvious than the last. it was a harmless bts vlog from kiara showing the cast all in costume on set. she begins the video with a grin and malia by her side,talking about whatever however the creator of the playlist had circled brendon and you talking in the background. as animated as you are,you signal to him you were cold by rubbing your arms. your characters costume,as fitting and beautiful as it was,was certainly one of the showy ones resulting in the chill to affect you more. without a moment of hesitation,and without knowledge he was on camera,your beautiful boyfriend took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. yes the gentleman he was however fans also noticed he was much the gentleman to you specifically. once again,the yellow text appeared while the clip played in slo-mo behind it. ‘him giving her his jacket like helloo!!!!’

brendon had this habit a lot of giving you his stuff subconsciously. cold? jacket. fidgety? his ring. and you love it don’t get me wrong but lorde you just wish he had more awareness of cameras because as friendly as he is,he hasn’t done it to any other castmates or people in general meaning the fans noticed you were special. expecting the same as last time,your thumb presses the comments once more ↓

readensuperfan098: they’re so frickin cute

user678:guys just admit they’re together or a PR stunt it’s so obvious

╰┈➤user111:who pissed in ur cereal

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the third video rolls on and you adjust on the sofa,untucking your legs and stretching them out. brendon should be home in fifteen minutes,gives you enough time to finish the series before making him aware of the situation.

this time the video is a clip of an interview you did recently where the entire gang of kylie,malia,liamani,alexandro,kiara,zavien,ryan,dayton,you and brendon partook in a ‘personal’ challenge. it was a pair activity in which the interviewer paired everyone up with their ‘closest’ companion or rival in descendants. kylie and liamani ,malia and kiara,alexandro and zavien,ryan and dayton, and ever so conveniently you and brendon. everyone was given a stack of personalised questions for each other. everyone succeeded well enough while only getting a few difficult questions wrong about the other. however neither brendon nor you got a single question wrong about each other,even the nitty gritty ones. leading the score board to be

1.you and brendon

2.ryan and dayton

3.malia and kiara

4.kylie and liamani

5.zavien and alexandro

you can already tell how this looks until the fucking yellow text appears once more with ‘okay now they’re just rubbing it in our faces!’ and replays certain clips of ‘the way brendon and reader look at each other’

with a sigh,you open the comments ↓

user3104:they’re obsessed with each other

doglover082:the look of love 🥹

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the fourth video began to play and to your surprise it was of yourself. in a tiktok. on hot seat. on set. your faux leather outfit crinkles against your worn corset while you answered the questions. they were normal to begin with…

‘who’s most likely to break out singing?’

‘liamani,easy answer’

‘how long does it take you to go through hair and makeup and wardrobe’

‘two hours,you think i look this good in minutes?’

wondering what the actual point to this video was,you press to speed it up until you pass a few to the last question to which they asked

‘fill in the blank: when you come to my trailer,you’ll most likely find me…’

‘i’m almost never in my trailer actually…though im usually napping in other peoples trailers like a stray cat who actually has a warm,loving home’

you laugh the end of the answer,not thinking twice about what brendon would’ve answered and now you realise they must’ve put 2 on 2 together they asked him the same question to which he replied

‘we’re usually napping! the naps in my trailer go so hard’

and on he went about his trailer and it’s comfortableness unknowing that the fans,as parasocial as they are aren’t exactly stupid. before you think any further the big yellow text appears once more ‘they nap together?? getting a glimpse of one of the trailers shows there obvi not enough room for them to nap separately….’ my god!! they think you two are cuddling it up at work! well,you were but that’s beside the point!

“smart move readenaremyparents,smart move” you murmur before the fifth and final video plays

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and finally,the fifth and final video rolls and honestly there was no going back from it. another instagram post made 4 hours ago by your dear friend kiara. bless her,she made a cute little behind the scenes photo dump of your shared movie however you wish she would’ve background checked the photos. literally. there was no need for an arrow this time because it was right in-front of everybody’s eyes. in the back of her selfie with malia just so happens to be a familiar mop of purple hair and you cosied up on his lap. that’s right. as if it was second nature,brendon loved catching you by a belt loop and trailing his strong arm around your torso to pull you onto his lap. the thought of making up an excuse doesn’t even dare cross your mind;you’re wearing maxs signature hat brendon had plonked on your head and in return he’s wearing a lipstick print on his cheek conveniently the exact same colour as the one on your lips. both of you are pouting down at his phone as he most likely takes a selfie. darling kiara had just gave you both a head start of launching your relationship. you don’t even need to check the comments to know what’s coming. nevertheless you click the little button anyways ↓

happybaby76:dream relationship

descendantsfan:omg omg omg omg

brendonismine:back off reader ╰┈➤ user81: get a life loser

classyclue:wtf is wrong with you guys they obviously didn’t want it public. get a job

at least some people still had sense

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before you can contemplate the situation further,the door opens and your boyfriend stands there with a grin. dropping his bag he strolls over to you,lifts your chin and plants a kiss to your lips

“why the face,sugar?” he hums,lifting you up,sitting in your spot and plops you down on his lap.

he pats your lower back as you look at him with a frown,his dark eyes and eyebrows furrow with worry as he glances at your phone

“readonaremyparents found us out” you pout,showing him the compilation of videos

he laughs. “r-“ he couldn’t get his words out because clearly he found this the funniest situation in the world. you slap his chest gently and he quickly straightens his face.

brendon swallows before repeating “readon? as in reader and brendon?” your nod confirms his master investigation.

he cocks his head slightly before placing a small kiss to your nose “good job neither of us are leaving then,hm?” another kiss to your cheek and you couldn’t suppress a giggle

“mhm” you hum in agreement,knowing you two were forever and forever yet you still try and remain serious about the situation

“oh that’s the game we’re playing?” he smiles that smile. you could destroy planets for that smile but you knew so many others would as well. knowing your train of thought,he decides to prove you’re the only one that matters to him

slowly plastering you in kisses as he shifts on the sofa to lay your back against the plush cushion. his kisses trailed down and you knew it’d be a long night.

as long as you had him it didn’t matter who knew. as long as you had your brendon.

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and it’s done!!!!! i’m so sorry this took literal years and thank you so much for all who showed support and helped me decide shit 🥹i’m so so so grateful to everybody who follows and interacts with me. you genuinely mean the world to me and i say that with a whole heart. i love you all !!

taglist: @unicornglitterfarts-world @hollowskz @genrockstar @daebakdani @svjisg-fhang

ANYWAYSSS hypothetically who out of

kylie,malia,liamani,alexandro,kiara,zavien,ryan and dayton

would accidentally leak a relationship via insta post 💔💔💔💔 HYPOTHETICALLY

summary: you get the talk from snow and finnick comforts you in the shower

warnings: slight angst at the start,sickening fluff,swearing,mentions of forced prostitution,kissing,did i mention fluff?

finnick had did everything he physically could to protect you from being sold,from being forced into prostitution like he was. he promised to do double the work just to protect you. his victor. his first victor. his love. he’d do anything for you but that was never enough,it was inevitable.

your fate was sealed the second the grotesque looking woman drew your name at the reaping. however,surviving the arena felt pathetic to the fact your little innocence that remained would be sold off. finnick knew from the second he saw you stumble up on the stage that you were bound to suffer despite your ending, whether it be a brutal death in the games or the sickening route of being auctioned off for the sickos to have their way with.

you felt your stomach churn the moment peacekeepers manhandled you to his office. he sat there,every white hair resembling the roses that littered the capitol and their brainwashed lives. he looked so peaceful for a man who would ruin the scraps of sanity you treasured so deeply. he always looks so calm for a man so fucked in the head. taking the seat opposite him,you watched the projected video of your remaining family in the house you grew up in. a breath leaves your lips you didn’t know you were holding,but the moment was short lived as when you met his face again he wore a sly grin. explaining your dear families fate if you didn’t comply as if it was an every day occurrence. then another video,oh no,please no. finnick. his handsome face,dirty blonde perfectly tousled hair stood perfectly on his head and his oh so dreamy grin. he disappears,leaving you looking at the presidents face once more. you nod before you even grasp the concept of what you agreed to, but it didn’t matter as long as your loved ones were safe. he excused you and your chair scrapes against the polished floor as peacekeepers grab your arm and forcibly take you back to the district 4 penthouse you stayed in during an annual trip. with every step,your heart beats quicker against your chest. before you even realise,your standing at the penthouse door.

you felt sick to your stomach,disgusted with yourself before the procedures even begin. you slip in the door,silently walking inside the room until a familiar voice softly calls out “honey!” he almost happily announces as he skips to you. your gaze doesn’t move from the floor underneath you,disbelief still coursing through your veins. “honey?” he repeats but his tone is worrisome,he rests his palms on either of your upper arms. once you didn’t look at him,he removes one hand to gently lift your chin up at him and you could’ve swore he almost crumbled on the spot at your glossed over eyes. “what happened,sweetheart?” he softly pries and that was all it took for you to break like a toothpick in his arms. your knees buckle beneath you,as quick as ever,finnick caught you and retested on the floor next to you. tears wet the soft cotton of his shirt as you curl into him,breathlessly sobbing into the crook of his neck. large palms splayed over your back to hold you close,he softly whispers into your ear with gentle questions about what happened. too devastated to speak,you hiccup out “the..talk”. if you weren’t so close to his ear he wouldn’t have heard you. his heart drops to his ass,he did everything he could and you still got the talk.

water poured into your hair and down your body as you stood numbly in the shower. finnicks calloused hands massaged shampoo into your hair,the only noise being the gentle pressure of the warm water trickling down the both of your skin and onto the shower floor. you stared blankly at the steamed door infront of you, as his fingers work softly against your scalp. if you were crying it mixed with the shower water but you doubt you even could cry anymore,convinced you had no tears left to cry after your sobs wracked into finnicks chest. the soap sudds lather in your hair before rinsing out as finnick guids your head under the water.

“i’m so sorry honey” he whispers as his hands trail down to massage your bare,wet shoulders. you knew what he did to protect you but it didn’t work. his attempts were futile but he tried. unable to form words yet you just shake your head,water trickling off the end of your hair. one thing you liked about the capitol was its showers because currently the soft smell of lavender seeped into your nose. finnick carefully washed your body with a vanilla body wash,his fingers working down every curve of your body which would soon not feel like your own. he kept a calm front to you to keep you at as much ease as you could be in but inside he was clawing at himself for not doing more to protect you despite him doing everything he possibly could to.

“why me,finn?” you finally ask,your voice cracking after screaming your lungs out into his chest. that sentence unraveled him right on the spot,a single tear mingling with the shower water until he puts the front back up again. if he couldn’t protect you,the least he could do is keep you as calm as possible. he knows. he knows it’s not fair because he goes through it himself but that doesn’t mean he could wrap his head around the fact you will also go through it. he doesn’t have an answer for you despite him knowing the truth. capitol sickos drooled over you the moment you were broadcasted in the reaping but he didn’t have the heart to tell it you even though he knows you know. “i-i don’t know honey” he quietly says,water smoothly gushes over your bare bodies. “it’s..sickening” you continue “i mean,surely it’s not allowed-“ you follow before he pulls you back against him. you turn and rest your head on his dripping bare chest. a large palm cradles the back of your head and the other holds your waist as if you’d vanish into the steam. “i know baby,i know” he softly hushes into your soaking crown of your head “i’ve got you through all of this” he assures because he does. he’d hold you through all of the torture they put you through. this felt like unlocking a depth in your relationship you’d never reached before. the suffering of both bodies somehow conjoined the two of you even more than you already were.

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finnick odair x victor!exlover!reader

angst/fluff

warnings: limited use of y/n,classic hunger games violence,makeshift medical setting,petnames,blood,snow mentioned 🫩,mentions of prostitution. not ENTIRELY accurate but sue me if i wanted to throw a little change in there.definitely some mistakes in spelling. also the layout of the like sentences are SO weird but you guys can decode it,xoxo. i don’t think anything else? lmk if you find one!

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the moment finnick,katniss and beete got transported out of the arena and airlifted to district 13 where the rebels lay low until their plotted attack,haymitch was the one to break the news of what went down while they were occupied in the quarter quell. it went in one ear and put the other with finnick however a single sentence broke this trance. ‘district 7 was burnt to the ground,including the victors village’ the way finnicks heart dropped to his ass was an understatement. you. you lived in that village,in the second home along to be exact,he wouldn’t forget it for the world. he gripped the chair he was placed into until his knuckles turned white. “what did you just say?” he interrupts haymitch,leading beetes and katniss’s eyes to look at the blonde man. “g.o.n.e , odair. burnt to the ground” haymitch states,his lazy eyes meeting finnicks sea-blue ones. “any survivors?” the mockingjay interrupts,asking her former mentor. if finnick could kiss katniss he would,it adverted his obvious concern of district 7 away to be classed as sympathy,it wasnt entirely wrong,he just wanted to know about a certain woman in there. his woman. “four hundred i believe? dont worry odair,your beloved was one of them” haymitch mocks. finnick couldn’t care less to deny the man’s accusations,instead exhaling a breath he didnt know he was holding. you were alive,and thats all that matters.

you and finnick had an interesting background to say the least. him winning his games launched him into a life a fourteen year old should not live. you followed shortly after,winning the games 1 year after he did and stealing his title as youngest victor ever. however he immediately took protection of 13 year old you and tried his best to shield you from the sickening route of the capitol however his efforts failed as soon you got pulled into snows office for the talk. he was there for every step of it,you sobbed in his arms and vice versa. at the age of 16 and 15,you two announced your relationship to the citizens of panem and everyone went crazy. time went on and when you were 17,snow pulled you for a chat. that night,you packed your belongings from finnicks house and left without a word. in that moment you didnt think you’d ever recover. no matter the circumstances,he’d never stopped his undying love for you,he physically couldn’t. he had the choice of all the capitol women throwing themselves at him but no. he chose you. he always did.

as you arrived to district 13,you and a hundred more or so volunteered for the medical ward to help. the memories of bandaging wounds made you sick to your stomach but you had to push past your games to help the rebels. they needed this. you needed this. with that knowledge,obviously finnick requested for you to be his knight in shining armour to bandage his wounds from the ragged rope he had being tying to distract him from his gut-aching worry about you. despite your protest of tending to him to coin,she didnt allow another medic to work on him. as you stood outside the curtained room,your heart ached in your chest as you heard his small winces at the movement of his hands you assume. with a breath you pull the curtain across and pull it behind you. he sat in his gear,blood dripped onto the floor from his palm,your hands winced at the sight.

as you worked on tending to his wounds you never felt his eyes leave you no matter how many times you didnt look at his face,into his mesmerising eyes,he never gave up. wrapping a sterile bandage around the particularly large gash on his palm,he let out a small groan “y’ know it wouldn’t hurt to be a…little more gentle?” he offered,his devastatingly charming grin on his lips however it wasnt the one he put on for the capitol,it was the one he reserved for you. the one that crinkled his skin a little more but made him all the more handsome. “yknow it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more careful” you shot back at him,meeting his eyes before looking down at his calloused hands again. he grinned at that,god he was horribly handsome it ached your soul “honey,im alive because i took risks” he says,his eyes desperate to look at yours but you kept working. there it was,the nickname. he flashes his infuriatingly charming grin but his voice drops just a bit lower “however,i was careful enough to ask for the best medic in district 13” his thumb from his free hand brushes your wrist for half a second just enough to make your breath hitch and your actions pause.

you whisper,barely audible but he still managed to catch it “im worried about you” you finish bandaging his final finger that suffered with rope burn “you’re being…reckless,finnick” you continue. at your whispered confession,his smirk fades into something more serious,his attentful eyes softening just a touch. his gaze flicks between your face and the last wound you’re working on “im not being reckless..im doing what im told to do” he states,his hand hesitating a second before gently taking ahold of your wrist. your heart lurches at the action. fuck why did he do this. “dont do this finnick” you whisper,griping the bandages in your hand. your eyes finally locking with his,those eyes you were oh so madly in love with. his hopeful smile falters for just a millisecond-an expression of hurt,of desperate longing-before he sharply exhales through his nose and leans back against the slightly off coloured wall releasing your wrist in the motion. his grin returns once more but this time tighter and didnt reach his eyes,practiced,preformation. “Do what,Honey? exist? breathe? do what im told?” his freshly bandaged hand gestures to nothing in particular. “you were always the one who saw straight through me and my tricks” he states like it was common knowledge,which it was to you. you read him like a book.

“don’t make me fall in love again,finnick. i’ll only make things more difficult for us.” you whisper under your breath,practically pleading him “stop being reckless,it’ll get you killed in this war and….i can’t deal with it,okay?” you continue,your voice igniting like fire,distracting yourself by placing bandages back on the cart once more. finnick’s jaw visibly clenched,your words slapping him across the face. the brutal truth of what you said almost knocks the wind out of his chest because he knows you’re right,you always were. but hearing the words come out of your mouth that you couldn’t handle his death forces him to look away for a second,a lump the size of a boulder in his throat “you’re a real pain in the ass,you know that?” he murmurs,trying to put his front back up again. “yet youre still here,still requested me” you state,rolling the bandage cart to the edge of the room and standing in-front of the blonde.

his lips twitch,a smirk yet a grimace as he tilts his head to look up at him,those sea eyes unreadable. “yeah,well” he shifts on the small excuse of a medical bed, flexing both of his newly bandaged hands before leaning back on them “suppose i have a thing for pains in the ass” his tone is forced light, but underneath there’s something raw,something he’s desperate to not let spill over. his attentive gaze lingered on you for a beat too long before he finally adds, quieter,way quieter “…couldn’t trust anyone else here”.

“guess you do” you whisper,gazing into his beautiful eyes,admiring every soft line of his handsome face “i wouldn’t have it any other way” your words a mere whisper that could’ve been discarded from the busy medical room. we were contained with the privacy of a curtain but the sounds were still loud. the shuffle of shoes against the sterile floor,the hushed whispers clashing with the devastating screams. your eyes drift to his lips then back up to his mesmerising eyes,they were like a hypnotising spell to lure people in. they reminded me of the ocean in district 4,you remember when he snuck you there after the victors parade when you two were in love..if you two ever stopped being in love was another scenario.

something about your words or maybe the depth of your gaze caused a lump to form in finnicks throat. he swallows harshly,his adam’s apple bobbing at the movement. the memory of sneaking you to the beach he treasured so deeply felt like introducing you to a part deep in his heart. his eyes flash several emotions he couldn’t quite convey with words:hurt,desire,anger but most of all.. a deep sense off longing. his voice is quiet when he talks again,a severe difference to how he portrays himself to the capitol “youre not playing fair”

“im not playing fair?” you almost laugh,your voice tinted with confusion laced with sarcasm. you were a confusing woman to say the least. you looked up at him as he shuffles slightly on the medical table,your hair tried in a messy braid to relieve the feeling of it around your face.

finnick huffs out a half exhale-half laugh,shaking his head slightly. he reaches up,hesitating for just a second before gently tugging on one of the loose hairs that frayed from your braid-exactly like he used to do “No” he mutters,his voice rough around the edges like a man who had fought too hard to just be a piece in someone’s game. “you know what youre doing.” his digits linger near your jaw before he retracts his hand with a low chuckle. “but,…i’ve always loved that about you” the confession slipping past his lips before he could even try to stop it,he stiffens slightly, almost unnoticeable. he clears his throat and leans back slightly against the wall,forcing his tone to retreat back into his teasing persona. “so,doc. am i free to go flirt with danger again?” his grin doesn’t quite reach his eyes though.

“i don’t know what youre on about,odair”you glare,shocking yourself by referring to him as his last name,the last name you were meant to take. with a huff,you reply ”if you stop flirting with your ex lover,then you can” you fire at him

finnicks expression freezes mid-tease,his signature smirk faltering at your unexpected use of his last name. its so…formal,so foreign,so distant,like you weren’t meant to take it one day. it hurts a lot more than he would ever care to admit. but what puts the final nail in the coffin was the way you’d referred to yourself as his ex-lover. his gaze hardens,eyes narrowing. “why do you care?” he snaps,his voice rough. “You’re the one who dumped me,remember? you dont get to dictate who i decide to flirt with now.”

something inside you breaks “because im still in love with you!” you almost scream,your confession catching yourself of guard “fuck!” i exasperate,spinning around and pacing the small area,ready to grab the curtain and run off in shame. nice on,y/n, just admit to your ex you’re still in love with him because that’ll go well,certainly soothe the already bubbling anxiety of the rebellion everyone felt. the accidental confession hits finnick like a punch to the gut. hearing the words he’d so desperately yearned to hear for months now leave your lips almost knocks the air out of his lips. the moment is short-lived as the anger now bubbles back to the surface,fueled by months of hurt and betrayal “oh,so youre still in love with me,are you?” he stands off the table,his bandaged hands ballling into fists. “then care to explain why you broke up with me?”

“because i had no choice! god for someone so smart,youre so…..stupid!” you spin around,your braid flying with you “you think i wanted to break up with you? well newsflash,fishy,i didnt!” you shout,your hands raised but swapping between tensed and stretched out. in your expression,you shove the medical cart across the small room. you could hear the faint chatter of plans and ideas outside the curtain but you tuned them out. finnick visibly flinches slightly at your outburst-not out of fear because hes been through much worse but surprise. “no choice?” he repeats,voice tight “what the hell does that even mean?” his tone rises with every syllable. “You just-you left. didnt even explain,didnt fight-just gone” he steps forward,his chest nearly brushing yours as he towers over you,those sea-green eyes burning into your own “tell me.” his tone left no room for argument,it dropped lower “now.”

“because for fucks sakes it would get me killed!” you almost scream,tears brimming in your eyes “you think the capitol and snow approves of me hogging their darling? the wanted me dead if i didn’t leave you!” you say,your last sentence ending with a broken sob. the tears in your eyes nearly undo him on the spot. finnicks expression flickers between disbelief,anger, and finally-slowly-understanding. the capitol. snow. he should’ve known,should’ve seen the signs. but he’d been so wrapped up in his own pain,his own self deprecating mentality,that he hadn’t even considered that you’d walked away to protect him. he reaches out,almost involuntarily,his bandaged thumb gently brushing a stray tear away from your cheek,his voice soft and less defensive “why didnt you tell me?”

“because he would kill me. im so sorry” you break,tears threatening to spill. his expression softens further despite the anger still churning in his stomach. he despised seeing you like this-hurting,upset,vulnerable. it pained him more than he could express. he cautiously pulls you into his chest as if he was scared you’d flee like a wild deer. once he realised you wouldn’t,he wrapped his arms around you gently “fuck” he mutters into the crown of your hair,he rests his chin on the top of your head. he tightens his grip,almost like hes afraid you’d vanish once more. “why do you always have to be so selfless?”

you pull away from his embrace no matter how much you yearned to be in his arms. “because i care” you whisper up at the dirty blonde. finnick lets you pull away,the hollow ache in his chest growing stronger. he shoves his hands into his pockets,his shoulders tensing “you care too much” he says gruffly,avoiding your eyes like they were the plague. “you should’ve been a bit more selfish for once in your goddamn life”. you let out a scoff of pure disbelief “what? and get myself killed?” you say,your voice raising again as you glare up at him. finnick finally returns your glare,his own anger flaring again “And what about me!?” he snaps,his voice rising to match yours “do you have any idea how it felt-how it feels- to be without you?” he runs a hand through his hair,frustration etched across his sickingly handsome face “I was hurting too,you know. but you just…left”

“I had no choice,finn!” you scream,the nickname slipping your lips before you could even think about stopping it “i’m fucking sorry,okay? i didnt mean to hurt you but i-i just didnt want to die” you scream,your eyes wide as you look up at him through teary lashes. okay now you were certain people were listening outside of the curtain but that was the least of your worries. his anger wavers for a moment at the sight of your watery eyes,but its quickly replaced by something else-hurt “you think i wouldn’t have protected you?” he retorts,taking another step forward. “i would’ve made sure you were safe. i would’ve done anything to keep you alive!” he runs a hand through his hair again,his tone dropping further to a sound mixed with betrayal and anger “but you didnt even give me that chance. you just left.”

“because i can’t let you risk your life for me,finn. i did it to protect us both. listen,im sorry but i did the best i could!” you resort,your hands gesturing helplessly beside you. finnick exhales sharply,his shoulders slumping slightly. he reaches,hesitating before gently cupping your face in his hands which you reluctantly lean into. “god,youre frustrating” he murmurs,thumb brushing away a tear that fled your watery eyes. “but..you mean so much to me” his gaze locks on yours,intense and unwavering “so dont ever do that again. dont shut me out. we’re both in this now,whether you like it or not.

“and if we die?” you whisper

his expression sobers at your question,his grip on your face tightening slightly. he swallows ,his throat tightening as the gravity of your words hits him. he’d tried so hard to not think about the possibility of you,of both of you, not making it out of this alive. and yet,here you were,forcing him to confront that very real fear because in war anything could happen at the blink of an eye. he lets out a shaky breath,a nervous laugh, his fingers gently tracing your jawline “we wont” his voice was a raw whisper,filled with fierce determination. both of you knew the possibility was slim but hope was there,glimmering just far of your reach. before he could protest further,you stand as high as you could manage on your tippy toes and pull his face down to press your soft lips against his. whatever words were about to leave his mouth died the second your lips met his. his surprise lasts for a slips second before he melts into the kiss,his hands trailing down to grip your waist as he kisses you back,hard. its a mixture of anger,frustration and longing all pouring into this one desperate clash of lips.

rafe cameron x reader

word count:583

summary: smoking out with your numb boyfriend

warnings:drugs,swearing,me being under educated,shit writing

life with rafe was never easy,you never expected it to be. king kook after all,however the harsher parts were the drugs. you were aware of them,even went as to far to dabble in them but once rafe was in the picture,it became a huge part of both of your lives. it became both of your escape from that horrible world and expectations you both had to live up to.

the infamous party at tannyhill was like every other. frats,girls merely dressed and everyone under the influence to some degree.

you weren’t any different,a black dress that left little to imagination and eyes red and glassy. across the room you caught rafe’s half hooded eyes,a simple nod to their balcony was all you needed.

manouvering your way through sweaty bodies and pounding music against your eardrum,the balcony was locked in sight. one the door slid open and the cool breeze nipped at your skin it felt like a breath of fresh air,literally.

the squeak of the sliding door interrupted your solidarity

“m’hey baby” rafes voice grumbles behind you,his large hand cupping the side of your waist.

you didn’t turn around “do you have it?” your voice quietly comes out,almost un-hearable with the gust of wind.

a sigh escaped his lips as he shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shivering shoulders

“i got it,doll” he murmured,reaching into his pocket to retrieve a blunt that promised the weight off your shoulders,unleast until you woke up again.

pulling you back by your hip till your back hits the wall beside him,the music thumped from inside the house. you slip a bedazzled lighter from out of your purse and hand it to him. he lit it and took the first hit,the smoke filling his lungs sharply.

“i don’t think i can handle any more of this life” plucking the blunt out of his fingers and heavily inhaling,your head lolling back against the brick wall

“i know doll,i know” he uncommitedly hummed

“fuck what did you put in this” your voice becomes rough and hoarse as you cough and splutter into the crook of your elbow

“you don’t gotta worry,sweetheart, just let it take you” he hums,taking the blunt back and inhaling sharply.

however despite being used to whatever drugs and blunts were thrown your way,it has never hit like this. your head begins to spin as you slide down the wall onto the floor,legs layed out infront of you.

you roll your head up to meet rafes glossed over eyes,his cheeks flushed out as the drug in the blunt somehow hit him harder.

“rafe” you whisper,tears prickling like unspilled secrets in the corner of your eyes

he slumps down against the wall and his head drops to your lap,the blunt discarded on the balcony floor. you drag your nails through his sweaty hair,everything felt heavier.

“we can’t do this any longer doll” he manages to murmur,his breath hot on your thigh. you watch as his eyes droop shut

“till drugs do us part,baby” you whisper,your voice doesn’t even sound like your own.

the cold air bites at your exposed skin and flushed cheeks as you slowly fade out of consciousness.

the music fading out of your hearing until nothing but black enveloped you like the promise of safety and something better than what you two live.