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could you PLEASE write a neteyam fic based on the t swizzle song right where you left me 🙏🙏

here you go! hope you enjoy it ml 💌 @madelynsverse

Hii! I hope you’re doing well!

Could you do reader fixing Baku’s bruises after he got in another fight with the union members, could it also be romantic?

Taking care of you

Pairings: Park Humin (Baku) x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a fight, you patch up Humin and a quiet kiss reveals what words never could.

Warnings: violence, injuries

A/N: Hii! Yess I’m doing good. I hope you like it 🫰🏻

The air was thick with heat and leftover adrenaline as Park Humin stood alone at the edge of the alleyway, his shirt collar torn, fists scraped raw, and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He didn’t look at the three guys groaning on the ground behind him, Union members, the usual type that thought they could outnumber him and win.

They didn’t.

But they did a hell of a job trying.

Humin exhaled slowly, like his breath was trying to keep him upright. His jaw clenched as he rolled his shoulders back and stepped into the weak glow of a flickering streetlight, head bowed slightly. His knuckles were red and cracked, a cut just beneath his eye swelling into a bruise already turning a violent shade of purple.

And then he saw you.

You had been searching for him ever since you heard whispers in the school hallway, something about Humin getting into it again. Another fight. More Union dogs barking up the wrong tree.

“Park Humin,” you breathed, and the name came out sharper than you intended.

He flinched a little at your voice, not because he was scared, he never was but because of the disappointment laced in it.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, trying to walk past you.

“Too bad,” you snapped, stepping in front of him. “I came anyway.”

His gaze dropped, his lashes low over his dark, unreadable eyes. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” You grabbed his wrist and yanked it gently. “Come on. You’re bleeding.”

He hesitated. “It’s not—”

“Now, Baku.” The nickname rolled off your tongue like a scolding mixed with concern.

He sighed through his nose but followed you. Maybe it was the weariness settling in, or maybe he knew there was no point arguing when you looked at him like that.. like he wasn’t just a fighter, or a problem, or a bruised set of fists, but something worth being worried about.

He sat on the edge of your bed, hands resting on his thighs, bloodied knuckles twitching now and then. You knelt in front of him with the first aid kit cracked open between you.

You dipped a cotton pad in antiseptic and reached for his face.

“Hold still,” you murmured.

He didn’t move, but his eyes locked on yours. There was something in them that you couldn’t quite name, tiredness, maybe. Regret.

You dabbed carefully at the cut below his eye. He hissed, jaw tightening.

“Still think you’re fine?” you asked, voice quieter now.

He didn’t answer.

You worked in silence for a while. His skin was warm under your fingertips, even bruised and battered. You tried not to notice the way he watched you, or how the dim light made his features look softer, vulnerable in a way he rarely allowed himself to be.

“You didn’t have to fight them,” you said finally.

His lips twitched, almost a smirk. “They started it.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to finish it every time.”

“I’m not letting them get away with shit.” His voice was low, raw. “Not after what they’ve done to us. To the others.”

You knew what he meant. The Union had left more than bruises on everyone. You, Sieun, Gotak even Juntae none of you were untouched. But Baku… Baku took it personally. Every threat, every insult, every blow, it fueled something in him that wouldn’t rest.

Your fingers hovered over a bruise along his cheekbone. You hesitated, and then finally whispered, “I just don’t want to see you like this again.”

His gaze dropped to your lips. “I know.”

You finished wrapping his knuckles and leaned back, resting on your knees. “There. You’re patched up.”

He looked down at your hands, still hovering near his. Then, slowly, he laced his fingers through yours.

Your breath caught.

He didn’t say anything, not right away. The silence stretched, thick with something that had been building for a while. Unspoken things. Careful glances. Unnecessary risks taken just to protect each other.

“Hey,” he said quietly, thumb brushing your knuckles. “You know I wouldn’t lose, right?”

“That’s not what I’m afraid of,” you murmured.

He tilted your chin up with one finger, his touch impossibly gentle for someone so often wrapped in violence. “Then what?”

You looked at him, really looked at him. At the pain behind his smirk, the bruises trying to heal, the boy who fought everyone else so hard he forgot how not to fight himself.

“That one day you won’t come back.”

The tension broke like glass. He pulled you close, not with force, but with the kind of need that had been waiting for permission. His forehead touched yours, his breath warm against your lips.

“I’ll always come back to you,” he said.

And then he kissed you.

It was slow at first, almost cautious like he was afraid he’d break you too. But you didn’t pull away. Your hands found his jaw, rough and warm beneath your palms, and he deepened the kiss, tilting your head just so.

It wasn’t a fairytale moment. His lip was split. Your hands trembled. There was blood on his shirt.

But it was real.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathing a little harder, he rested his forehead against yours again and let the silence speak for him.

You didn’t need him to say the words yet. They were in the way he kissed you like you were the only safe thing in his world. The way he let you clean his wounds. The way he looked at you like you made the fight worth it.

“Stay,” you whispered.

He smiled faintly, eyes closing. “Always.”

⠀⠀ ⠀ཾ ༚ 20/20 VISION

lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader

#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.

#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff

#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx

your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.

you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.

which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).

"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.

"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.

"i gave up."

"you need to study."

"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.

"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.

"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.

"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.

your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."

ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.

"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.

"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"

"just now? instead of studying?"

"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).

"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"

you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.

it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.

you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.

"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.

"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"

chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."

you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.

you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.

but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.

three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.

"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"

"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"

"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."

you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."

"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."

"i'm not gonna be that drunk."

that was a lie.

to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.

"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.

"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.

"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"

the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"

"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.

"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"

when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.

jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.

chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.

"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.

"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.

and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.

"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.

but nothing came out.

“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.

“do i have to?”

“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”

“i don’t want to.”

“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.

“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”

“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“are you sure?”

“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”

“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.

ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.

“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.

“can i make a joke?”

“of course you can.”

“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”

“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.

ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.

you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.

he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.

"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”

and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.

the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"

"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."

"liar."

"i'm not!"

"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"

ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.

"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."

ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.

"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.

“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”

confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.

“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”

“ethan—”

“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”

“i love you.”

“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.

“i love you, ethan.”

a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.

“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.

“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”

“do you think i care?”

He’s so Peter Parker coded 😩

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heyy! your jack fics are so cute, i love them!!

i was wondering if you could write a jack champion x actress!reader where they’re secretly dating and doing interviews (i was thinking something like the ‘avatar 2 cast spill their secrets in the tower of truth’ interview w him and bailey, if you’ve seen it) but there’s obviously something going on between them as they’re super cute and the media starts to speculate.

no worries if you can’t get to this, thank you !! 🤍🤍

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫; 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Avatar 2 Cast Spills Their Secrets In ‘The Tower of Truth’ | PopBuzz Meets

the video starts with a black screen and the simple words “upcoming” displayed in the middle, before cutting to a later section of the video. jack is seen swinging his legs and arms back and forth in a little rhythm while you chant, “go white boy! go white boy! go, go, go white boy,” beside him.

the video cuts again, this time displaying a “technical difficulties, please standby” screen before cutting back to the two of you.

“hi, i’m y/n l/n,” jack says as he waves into the camera.

“and i’m jack champion,” you respond, the video cutting for the third time.

“ok, for real this time. we have to be professionals,” jack clears his throat and puts on his best serious face. “hello, i’m jack champion.”

“and i’m y/n l/n here with my lovely costar to play the tower of of truth with popbuzz meets.”

“okay who should pull first,” jack mumbles, scoping the layout of the jenga tower out.

“you obviously,” you respond, ushering towards him, “y’know ladies first.”

pausing his actions, jack side eyes you before straightening his posture. “i’ll have you know, i’m the most gentlemanly gentleman there is,” he says in his best british accent while fixing an imaginary bow tie around his neck.

you pull your lips back and raise your eyebrows, scratching the back of your neck as you look anywhere but at jack. the editor adds cricket noises in post, only enhancing the situation’s awkwardness. jack eyes you again, you straightening your form and giving him your best smile.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing jack, just get the video started.”

muttering a quick “fine” and rolling his eyes, jack pulls out the first block, reading its question.

“what were you doing the day you got the call to be in avatar 2,” jack reads, slapping the wooden block between his hands as he thinks of an answer.

“oh, oh i know. so i was with my mom in an uber when i— well technically she— got the call from the casting director. and like i remember being in the uber and wanting to scream but i couldn’t cause, y’know, i was in an uber—”

“take a shot every time he says ‘i was in an uber,” you interrupt, the video cutting to an edit of the amount of times he said the phrase.

“anyway,” jack drags out, eyeing you once more. “i remember being in an uber—”

“there goes another one,” you point out, the counter on the screen dinging again.

“hmph, i remember being in a moving vehicle that was not my own,” jack turns his body toward as he yells, pausing to stare you down, “when i got the call, and i wanted to scream so bad in there. but then we arrived at the hotel and i just screamed my head off and pigged out on ice cream.”

“what about you miss y/n? what were you doing when you got the call?”

“um…i was actually in the drive through line to popeyes when i got the call,” you spit out laughing, jack and the crew following suit.

“no, no, like i was in line at popeyes with my mom, and we were at the window when she got the call, and i just remember bawling as soon as i heard it. like the both of us were just full on crying. i think the lady who was working thought we were crazy because the look she gave us when she handed us our food was insane.”

putting the block on the top, jack ushers you forward, not before saying a quick, “ladies first.”

staring up at him, you slowly pull out a block from the bottom, turning it over to read its question.

“what was the last thing googled on your phone?”

jack whips out his phone from his back pocket, yelling “i know this one! i know this one!.”

“i can actually show you guys this,” the camera zooms in on his screen as he flips it to them. “the last thing i googled was henry cavill. totally not because of his strong…sexy… abs, y’know,” jack says, getting lost in thought.

“oh, i know why you looked that up,” you chortle.

“yeah, because of his abs, duh.”

“no,” you sigh, slapping your face. “remember him and jamie.”

“oh yeah! him and jamie flatters, our costar, kinda look alike.”

“yeah,” you mumble, “doesn’t help that they’re both british.”

“and handsome. really, handsome.”

“we get it jack, you have a crush on henry and jamie.”

“i. do. not,” jack yells in a deep voice before giggling like a school girl.

clearing his throat, jack fixes his collar before moving to pull the next block. moving to grab one in the middle, jack accidentally bumps into the table, almost knocking the entire tower down.

“oh my god jack,” you scream, hands flying to the tower for support. “the interview hasn’t even started and it’s almost over.”

“oops,” he says, turning the block on its side to read the question. “if you were to plan a heist, who would be the mastermind?”

“definitely not you.”

“yeah, definitely not me,” jack laughs, placing the block back onto the tower. “trinity bliss would definitely be the mastermind if it’s like out of the entire cast.”

“real, real. she definitely would, but if it’s like between us two, it’s definitely me,” you comment. “if you were the mastermind, you’d be like spongebob in that one episode.”

“oh the one where he’s like ‘put the money in the bag, put it in!” jack yells, turning his back towards the camera to imitate the popular clip.

“yessss! definitely would be like him.”

“yeah, i know. that’s why i’d be like the gatherer of gathering things.”

“the gatherer of gathering things? wow jack, you have such a way with words,” you sigh, mockingly batting your eyelashes at him.

“ok stop,” he frowns, “i mean like i’d be a henchman, y’know. like i’m tall, strong, can run fast. the full package deal baby.”

“i don’t know bout all that,” you whisper, moving to pull another block.

“say that again,” jack leans toward you, hand cuspsing his ear.

“what is your funniest memory with your castmates,” you speak, ignoring the demand from jack.

“mine’s probably the time y/n and i had like a two hour break in between scenes, and decided to take a nap together. then all of a sudden bailey and jamie decide that it’s a funny idea to come running in the trailer, screaming their heads off and pouring cups of water on us.”

“no cause i was so mad at them afterwards,” you say, laughing at the memory as you place the block on top of the others. “and it wasn’t just small cups of water, they were like this big.”

the screen stretches as you exaggerate your hands to show the size. jack laughs at your antics, nudging you with his shoulder to say your answer.

“oh yeah, ummm my favorite memory has to be the time when majority of the crew had half the day off, and we’ll all went out to eat.”

jack’s eyes widen as you retell the story, his hands waving in front of your face in an attempt to shut your mouth.

“jack stop! what are you doing,” you cry out in laughter, moving your face away from his hands. “like i was saying, we all went out to eat and jack sits next to me, and leans over—”

“no, no, no, don’t tell them,” jack frantically whispers, pulling on your arm to try to stop you from speaking. moving to his knees, his clasps his hands together, whispering out a quick, “please, y/n please.”

looking down at him, you raise your eyebrows before you mutter a quick, “are you done?”

jumping up, he holds his head down, bringing his hands in front of his torso. “yes ma’am.”

“i-”

“i’m sorry,” he rushes out, light pink blush covering his cheeks.

you stare at him for a few seconds, giving him a dirty look. “anywho, we’re sitting at the table and jack leans over to me and whispers ‘is that ketchup bottle real or fake?’ and i just start laughing because why would there be a fake display of ketchup on the table?”

“i don’t know,” jack whines, hiding his face in his hands. “for the aesthetics?”

“jack we were at a steakhouse.”

“well,” he sighs, flapping his arms against his thighs. “imma just pull the next one, okay? bereal, instagram, or tiktok.”

“tiktok,” the two of you say in unison before laughing.

“no but it’s honestly crazy how much i use tiktok,” jack breaths out, clutching onto his stomach.

“right! like sometimes jack and i will be sitting next to each other and we’ll still send tiktoks to each other.”

“and every response is like ‘real’ ‘same’ ‘me’ ‘us’ over and over,” jack adds.

“god i love us,” you sigh, the studio growing quiet before bursting with you and jack’s laughter.

“okay, okay c’mon jack,” you chant, your eyes peering into his. “we have to be serious, grrrr.”

“what the—”

the screen cuts to black as the two of you continue to laugh and cry, a “take two” sign flashing on the screen before cutting back to normal.

“who would survive in a zombie apocalypse? definitely not me,” you quickly say as you read the prompt on the block.

“how come?”

“ummm,” you drag out, tapping your under finger on your chin, “como se dice… i’d be quickly taken out by my own means.”

the studio grows quiet as the meaning of your euphemism sinks in, a small cough being heard in the background.

“awww, don’t say that,” jack pulls you in for a hug, squeezing his arms around your frame. “i’ll use my big strong muscles to protect you.”

“my hero,” you hum, flapping your eyelashes at him.

his grip around you loosens as he pulls back to flex his arms, giving each bicep a kiss before winking at the camera. “no but like i feel like i’d be perfect at surviving in a zombie apocalypse, especially since i’m from virginia i’d be like dale from the walking dead. you need something? i’m your guy.”

jack quickly grabs the next building block, the tower wobbling at the force.

“what was the most surprising thing about filming avatar 2?”

“i’d say getting close to people and the family i feel i’ve gained from this. like i’ve definitely created relationships that’ll last a lifetime” you say, your eyes soft as you look up at jack

his soft expression matches yours as the deeper meaning to your answer fills his head. a smile creeps onto his face as his eyes study your features; the features he loved so much. jack tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows as you squint your eyes and point your head to the camera, trying to signal something to him. after repeating the action once more, it finally clicks what you’ve been trying to tell him.

he’d been staring at you for too long.

“no yeah, the relationships and bonds i’ve build are definitely special,” jack rushes out, looking directly into the camera. “would also say the most surprising thing was that the big actors who worked on the first film weren’t snotty and rude.”

“true, true,” you say, wagging your finger in agreeance.

“y’know cause it’s so easy to be like ‘where’s my coffee? raaaa!’ but no one was like that, and i really appreciate that,” jack finishes off before you take the next block.

“what was your most embarrassing fashion moment? i don’t really know,” you say.

“like when i was a kid, my mom would dress me in mix matching patterns and it was horrendous. like i’d been wearing zebra pants with a leopard print top, but i don’t know if that reallly counts as my most embarrassing fashionable moment since my mom technically picked out my outfit.”

“i don’t know, maybe your mom was going for the madagascar vibe,” jack mumbles, shrugging his shoulders as you glare at him.

“y’know what, i wanna hear what your most embarrassing fashion moment was like.”

“actually,” jack bounces on his tippy toes and points his index finger in the air, mocking the stereotypical nerd. “i’ve been quite fashionable my entire life.”

“i’m done,” you groan, placing the block back into the tower before walking off. “i can’t with you jack, i can’t!”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he laughs, pulling you back with ease. “if i’m being honest, I just can’t think of an embarrassing fashion moment.”

“hmph, oh well! pull the next one jackie,” you shrug.

following your orders, he does just that, reading the message taped to the bottom.

“dream karaoke song? hmmm that’s a tough one.”

“september,” you shout, “by earth wind and fire.”

“oooo yes,” he exclaims, snapping his fingers at you. “o-or better yet, let’s groove.”

“those songs are so you to be honest,” you chortle, humming as you try to decide what your song would be.

“ummm, if i had to choose a song, it’d probably be i have nothing by whitney houston.”

“but don’t make me close one more door,” jack belts out, singing into his hand like a microphone.

“i don’t wanna hurt anymore,” you finish, matching his dramatic energy.

“r.i.p whitney,” you frown, jack pulling out the next block.

“who had the best chat up lines?”

“chat up lines,” you laugh, “what the hell is that?”

“it means pick up lines,” the producer on the side lines comments.

“we’re in england love,” jack says in his best british accent, thonking you in the head with the wooden block, “get with the times.”

“my bad, my bad,” you whine, rubbing the spot he smacked.

“ooooo. okay, okay. i got one,” jack jumps, turning his body towards you. “ahem. one a scale of one to ten, you’re a nine ‘cause i’m the one you need.”

“okay, okay,” you laugh, giving jack a little clap. “i honestly thought you were gonna go with the tennessee pick up line.”

“i was, but then i thought let me switch it up and be creative.”

“thank god,” you yell, “i probably would’ve slapped you if you did.”

“what about you y/n? what’s your best chat up line?”

“i know the difference between your and you’re. cause you’re mine and i’m yours,” you say, dragging you finger up his chin before winking at him.

“unt unt,” jack laughing, waving his hand in front of his face. “never do that again.”

“what’s the last picture in your camera roll,” you ask as you grab yet another block.

the two of you catch each others glance before bursting out into laughter.

“okay wait, wait. before i show you, i wanna preface that we took these like right before we came on set,” jack cries, eyes filling with tears.

pulling out his phone, jack turns it toward the camera, showing the audience his latest photo. the picture displayed you staring up at the camera in .5 mode, your nose and forehead talking up most of the space.

“stop jack, it looks so bad,” you whine, hiding your face in his arm.

“no, no show them the one you took of me.”

sighing in agreement, you turn your phone toward the camera, the picture you took of jack on full display. his curly hair was held back by his hand, and his tongue stuck out as he gave his best silly face to your camera.

“we’re just silly geese guys,” you mumble, jack laughing in agreement.

“who was your first celebrity crush,” jack asks, pulling another block after the two of you calmed down.

“probably shego from kim possible. either her or starfire.”

“real, real,” you hum. “i know he’s not my first celebrity crush, but like i had a hugeeee crush on him as a kid.”

“who?”

“ross lynch.”

“fair, fair,” jack hums.

“i mean austin monica moon? brady from teach beach movie? c’mon y’all,” you humph, slapping your arms against your thighs.

“broooo, teen beach movie is so good!!! we need to watch it sometime,” jack comments.

“right? don’t stop, stop the music,” you sing, carrying out the choreography to the famous song.

“show us your party trick,” you say, pulling out the second to last block.

placing the block down, you turn to see jack swinging his legs and arms back and forth while snapping his fingers.

“go white boy, go white boy. go, go, go white boy,” you cheer on as you start to raise the roof.

jack laughs at your dance, stopping his own as he turns to you for you answer.

“i don’t know if i have a party trick,” you frown.

“you play the ukulele,” jack points out as he tries to come up with one for you.

“yeah, but i don’t know if only knowing how to play the campfire song song by spongebob counts as a party trick.”

“yeah well it makes for a fun party.”

“thank you, jack,” you pat his back as you hold your head down. “thank you.”

“this is the last block,” the producer cuts in as you go to grab another.

“wait because of time,” jack asks, eyes brightening.

“yeah,” the producer mumbles.

“let’s go,” the two of you jump, dapping each other up.

“wait,” you stop, jack stopping with you. “i feel like this should be in like some sort of hall of fame. like we timed them out. how many people you know have lasted this long?”

“none,” jack finishes before turning towards the decrepit tower.

“okay, okay, you wanna pull the last one together?” jack asks.

nodding, you scoot closer to him, your body pressed against the side of his as you try to grab onto the last block. on the last count of three, the two of you quickly swipe out the block, causing the entire tower to fall.

“compliment your castmate,” the two of you say together before throwing the block on the ground.

“you give off such himbo pinterest tiktok boyfriend vibes and i love that for you,” you say, nodding your head as you stare at your costar.

“i have no idea what any of that meant.”

“y’know, like you’re tall, sweet, respectful, charming, strong, kinda dumb, but super smart.”

“omg stahp,” jack says in a valley girl accent, giggling to himself before bending down and whispering a quick, “keep going.”

“generous, humble, funny, handsome, i could go on and on,” you smile, eyes holding jack’s gaze. “but no, yeah, you’re all around a great person, and i’m glad i met you through the film.”

smiling down at you, jack starts, “you’re honestly such a great person y/n. you’re so kind and wise, and i really appreciate that i can go from having a deep intellectual conversation with you,” jack says, his voice lowering, “ to being silly and crazy,” jack raises his voice to a squeaky pitch, “and you’d match my energy no matter what. i’m also glad we met through the film.”

you smile widens, time seeming to stop as you bask in each other's presence. snapping out of your small trance, you turn towards the camera saying, “a film you guys should watch in theaters.”

“yeah,” jack yells, pumping up his fist. “go watch avatar: the way of water. woo!”

looking around the two of you, you take in just how many blocks fell on the floor and puddled at your feet.

“ugh, now we gotta clean all this up,” you groan, bending down and grabbing a handful.

“don’t worry, i’ll help you,” jack mumbles, squatting down and picking up some blocks himself.

“thanks babe.”

and with that, the video ends.

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jackchampionsgirl • 1w ago

I’M SORRY??? BABE?!?!?! THERE’S NO WAY NOTHING’S GOING ON BETWEEN THEM

↳ user38495748 • 1w ago

RIGHT!!! I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAUGHT THAT!

↳ therealchampion • 5d ago

y’all chill out 🙄 y/n literally calls everyone babe/love

rebbeca smith • 6d ago

THEIR CHEMISTRY, I CAN’T 😭😭😭

babysharkdodo • 1w ago

I NEED ME SOMEONE WHO LOOKS AT ME THE WAY JACK AND Y/N LOOK AT EACH OTHER!!!

↳ ethanlandrysbaby • 3d ago

REAL!!! LIKE I DONT KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS I CAN TAKE 😭😭

user947463936 • 4d ago

ummmm? so is no one gonna comment on the fact that jack LITERALLY got on his knees for y/n?

areyoulostbabygorl45 • 2d ago

it’s so weird seeing jack and y/n on the big screen cause we’re literally the same age and it’s like damn 😔 what am I doing wrong with my life

icespiceforlife • 1d ago

not jack giving ice spice a run for her money with them eyes rolls 💀

↳ sam & tara • 1d ago

RIGHT! Like he’s SO sassy

chadmeeksmartinsbae • 4d ago

they knew what they were doing by asking them them questions, ESPECIALLY the last one

↳ meandyourdaughter • 2d ago

‼️‼️‼️ I’m sorry but if you still think jack and y/n are “just friends” after watching this interview, you’re dumb asl 💀

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Remedie

pairing: chad meeks martin x reader

summary: in which chad is the only one who can make you feel better no matter how you’re feeling.

warning: mentions of sh!, fluff, lmk if i should add more

requested!!

a/n: you are all so worth it. every single one of you. please remember that <3 also if you ever get triggered by the warnings i gave please don’t read this :(

The nightmares and thoughts still haunted you till this day. The masked killer stabbing you severely was all you could think about. Losing your loved ones had emotionally scarred you. And the guilt of surviving didn’t help either.

The events in woodsboro had effected you more than you would show. Way more.

Ever since you were little, Chad would always be the one to cheer you up whenever something happened. Scraped your knee when falling of the bike? Chad helped you. Your first boyfriend broke up with you? He was there to comfort you.

But he was hurting because of the events too. You didn’t want to be a burden for him with your problems.

So you had found a way to cope with everything. A not so healthy way. Every time someone asked you about the scars, you told them it was from the attacks. But as the scars grew fresher and bigger you knew it wasn’t a good as an excuse as it was before.

You had tried your best, tried everything you could. And finally your way of coping had slowly faded away after you had moved to New York. It was terrifying, sure. But you had the people you loved by your side. Nothing could go wrong.

Right?

Turns out it could. Ever since that day. That day when you were watching the news when hanging out with Chad, the guilt and trauma came back.

You started going back to your old ways.

Nobody noticed it. But Chad could see you slowly fade away. You became less happy, less talkative than you usually were. And it killed him that he didn’t know what was going on.

It killed him his best friend wouldn’t tell him anything.

You took any excuse you could to go to the bathroom or a room whenever your anxiousness and guilt got bad again. And you started hurting.

It wasn’t healthy and you knew it. It wasn’t good and you knew it. But there was nothing you could do about it. Nothing you could change about the way you handled things. And you most specifically didn’t want anyone else to know. And no one did.

Well, until today.

The entire group, including you, were at Sam’s appartement. She wanted everyone to be together, so if any one of you were going to get attacked, you wouldn’t be on your own.

You were watching the news, hoping that nothing had happened. It made you more anxious than it should’ve. Your leg was nervously bouncing up and down, while you were sitting next to Chad.

Chad noticed your anxiety. The way your hands were on your thighs as if you were protecting them.

“Y/n.” He put his hand on your thigh, with a comforting smile on his face. You turned your head to look at him, your eyes softening when meeting his.

“It’s okay. I’m here.” He said, his eyes trying to find some answer in yours. Your leg stopped bouncing and your anxiety faded away, but not entirely. You nodded, your lips curling into a smile.

“Thank you.” You whispered, afraid that if you were speaking louder, tears would escape your eyes. “Guys, dinner is ready!” Sam called from the kitchen.

Chad got up and held out his hand to help you up. But you didn’t move, you didn’t even look at him. A memory flashed before you, almost as if you were reliving it. Your mother had said that exact phrase that night. That night your entire family was murdered. All of them except for you.

Your eyes were heavily fixated on your thighs and arms, the urge growing and growing. “Y/n?” Chad questioned, worry lacing his voice. “I- uhm… I gotta go the bathroom.” You muttered, not daring to look him in his eyes. Because if you did, you wouldn’t go to another room. You would go wherever he would take you.

You had developed a soft spot, alongside with a big tiny crush, for him throughout the years. You wanted to be strong, wanted to not be a burden. But whenever you were with him, it’s like you had to tell him all your worries.

His beautiful eyes never failed to make you feel safe. But you didn’t want that right now. The urge to hurt was too bad. Without even waiting for his reply, you got up and made your way to Sam’s bedroom.

You closed the door, so eagerly wanting to hurt, that you forgot to lock the door. You took of your sweater, wincing in pain when the fabric brushed against your scars. You did the same with your jeans.

A mirror had caught your attention and you looked at it. Thoughts and flashbacks raced through your head.

You hadn’t realised how many minutes had past, when you heard the door open slightly. Chad’s head peeked out with his eyes closed. You could see him through the mirror and panicked, yelling his name.

You grabbed your sweater quickly as he apologised repeatedly.

“Y/n, I was getting worried and I-” He opened his eyes as you were just putting on your pants. He noticed the scars on your arms and thighs, which made his heart shatter into a million pieces.

He had seen them before a long, long time ago. When you had told him it were just from the attacks.

But he realised now it wasn’t from the attacks, it was because of the attacks. And you were doing it to yourself.

Embarrassment took over you as he was still staring at you, his usual sparkly eyes seeming heartbroken.

“Y/n…” He started, but you didn’t let him finish. “It’s nothing, Chad. Why did you even come in here?” You questioned, your lip quivering slightly.

He got in and closed the door behind him. Something you wished he hadn’t done. “Y/n, please, I want you to tell me when something is wrong… I’m worried about you.”

“It’s none of your business, Chad.” You answered, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort. He didn’t have to say anything, but you could see in his eyes that he was disappointed in you. It was what you thought you saw at least.

In reality, he was disappointed in himself for not noticing that you were hurting sooner. Disappointed in himself for not noticing you were hurting yourself.

With the thought of him fearing you and hating you, all of the feelings and thoughts you had bottled up, came out .

“You really want to know what’s going on, Chad? I have been hurting myself. Every chance I get, I hurt.” You yelled, showing your arm full with scars.

“I could’ve done something, Chad. I could’ve saved them. I am a coward. A hurting, piece of shit coward!” Tears were streaming down your face as you ranted. You were breathing heavily, the emotions rushing through your veins. You weren’t thinking straight.

“I shouldn’t even be here right now. I don’t deserve it. Not after what what happened to them. I- I c-could’ve…”

It became too much for you. Admitting to hurting yourself impacted you more than you thought it did. You plopped on the bed and rested you head in your hands as you cried. Not caring about what Chad was thinking anymore.

Chad walked over to you and grabbed your arm gently. To your surprise, his fingers were scanning the scars, caressing them every so often. Your head perked up at this, your heartbeat increasing at his touch.

He planted a kiss as light as a feather on one of them, his eyes meeting yours in the process. Heat crept up your cheeks, the rant and embarrassment long forgotten.

He spoke to you in between kisses, “Y/n, I’m here for you.” Another kiss. “I will be here no matter what.” And another. “I care for you.” Another. “And I want you to be safe.”

He grabbed your other arm, caressing the scars gently. He wished he could’ve prevented from anything bad happening to you. And he wished he noticed your state sooner. Another kiss was planted against a scar.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. His kisses and gentle touches bringing you more comfort than you could’ve ever imagined.

It was as if his kisses helped you heal.

“Chad…” The proper sentence you wanted to say, couldn’t leave your mouth when he planted more kisses.

His gaze flickered to your face as he pulled away. You were only now aware close proximity between the two of you, your heart thumping out of your chest pathetically.

“You want me to stop?” Worry was lacing his voice as he said this. He didn’t want to go past your boundaries or even scare you off. You shook your head, a simple “No.” leaving your mouth.

You didn’t know what was coming over you. He comforted you in a way no one could. In a way no one did. Your hands made their way to his cheeks, cupping them ever so gently.

While you leaned in closer, you swore you heard him take in a sharp breath. The closer you were the more your heart beat sped up.

Your lips brushed against one another, both of you longing for this moment for as long as you could remember.

Before you knew it his lips were attached to yours, fitting against each other perfectly like puzzle pieces. The kiss was gentle and soft, both of you trying not to put in all the passion you were holding back all this time.

But your passion took ahold of you, your kiss getting more and more passionate by the second. You backed away for air, a smile making its way to both of your faces. He planted kisses on your collarbone, made his way down your neck and arm.

A giggle left your lips as he left gentle kisses on your scars once more. His smile widened at the sound, loving that he had cheered you up.

It was like his kisses and his comforting words helped you heal. Like he helped you heal.

He was what you could say, your remedie.

evermore

“and when i was shipwrecked, i thought of you.”

pairing: finnick o’dair x reader

summary: even in the dark times, even when the pain seemed to be for evermore, the thought of you made that all go away.

requested!

warnings/contains: angst maybe, fluff, lmk if i should add more

a/n: with this fic i realised how bad i actually am in writing. i apologise anon for not doing your request any justice i will probably rewrite or edit it once i’ve finished writing all the requests. TYSM for this request tho i absolutely love writing tswift inspired fics 🤭🤭

Where did it all go wrong.

That was the question that kept you up at night and haunted you during the day. It was strange how, no matter how hard you tried to please people, they still found a reason or way to stab you in the back. Finnick was one of the many people, who obeyed the capitols every wish. The main reason being to save his loved ones. And even that wasn’t enough.

No, because the people wanted entertainment, they wanted something more. They wanted to be astonished, blown away.

You knew that by now. Because why else would president Snow make the decision to reap from the existing pool of victors. Because why else would the love of your life, the person you called your home be reaped again. It was all to satisfy the capitol and make them feel even more powerful than they already are.

The moment the woman from the capitol fished a small piece of paper out of the bowl with the reaped one’s name on it, you knew it would be Finnick. When she said the first letter, your prediction was confirmed. And without even hearing the entire name, you broke out into tears.

You watched as your boyfriend tried to be nonchalant about it, smiling through the pain like he always did. But when they zoomed in on his face, you were crying uncontrollably. It didn’t help that you weren’t allowed to come with him either.

However, until the day he left the district you both lived in, you never left his side. Even if it weren’t allowed, even if it meant being threatened by the peacekeeper. Frankly, you couldn’t care less, because all you could care about was your Finnick. The one who was about to relive the torture he did when he was fourteen all over again.

All you could do now was watch him through a screen, something about it bringing some sort of comfort. Because you could see him.

The day of the ceremony was a tough one.

You could tell from everything you saw of him, that the stress and anxiety had gotten to him.

And you were right. He couldn’t function properly without you by his side. Finnick felt as if all the life was sucked out of him and that he would never feel alive again. Nonetheless, he smiled like he was enjoying fighting for his death again. He had to put on a show or else his chances of survival would decrease.

The way the crowd cheered when he was standing next to Caesar flew over his head. Because his thoughts were absolutely consumed by you. Flickerman talked to him, but he didn’t process a single word he was saying. “I heard from a little bird that you have message for somebody. A special somebody.” Caesar said, emphasising the special as he looked at the audience with a smug look.

Finnick’s smile turned more genuine when Flickerman mentioned the special somebody, which was you. The thought of hopefully seeing you again was the only thing keeping him from going insane. So with you in his mind, he started talking in the microphone. “My love,” The crowded room screamed hysterically, but he talked over it, his lips quivering, “You have my heart. For all eternity.”

The image of you sitting on the couch popped into his head and he wished desperately that he was with you right now. “And if…” He continued, but he had a hard time finding the right words. Flickerman nodded at him encouragingly, wondering where this was leading. “If I die in that arena… my last thought will be of your lips.” Your boyfriend tried his best to hold his composure and appear calm and confident, but inside he was breaking down.

After that, the games went by in a blur. The only thing you could vividly remember during the hard times, was the dream you had about Finnick. A dream that you would cherish forever, because it gave you hope of him surviving.

Soon enough, before you knew it, the capitol had taken you because of what happened during the quarter quell. You were watching the games, hoping that the plan your lover and his allies had made would go well. And remember Katniss shooting a bow at the middle of the dome. Before you knew it, the peacekeepers were infiltrating your house. They took you with them, but you can’t recall exactly how and what happened then.

When being held captive by the capitol, Finnick was the only thing you thought about. You weren’t aware if he was alright or not and it scared you more than anything. You snapped out of your thoughts when there was a knock on your door. President Snow himself walked in, accompanied by a woman you had seen by his side a lot recently. It took everything in your power not to jump at and attack him, so you did in your imagination. You imagined strangling him as he talked to you, however, you didn’t care one bit about what he was saying.

But as soon as your lover’s name was mentioned, your ears perked up. “We will find him, dear. And when he sees you, it won’t be long before he will leave district thirteen.”

Some kind of joy bloomed inside your chest, because even though his statement scared you, you were relieved that your Finnick was alive and well.

Finnick didn’t know anything about your state, but he blamed himself for everything that happened to you. He shut himself in his room all day, thinking about you, wishing he was with you, thinking about how things would be like in an alternative universe. He wasn’t aware of his surroundings anymore, being absolutely consumed by and in his thoughts.

Your name was the only word that left his mouth.

One day, Finnick heard about the plans to save you, Johanna and Peeta. And from that day on, he was more involved in everything that happened. Because all he wanted was for you to be with him again and he would do everything it took to get

you back to him. The day of executing the plan finally came and it went by swiftly, however for Finnick, it felt as if a million years passed by. Everything felt out of place without you.

After his interview, which was meant to distract both president Snow and the capitol, he rushed to Katniss. He interrogated her about if it had worked, but even she was unsure if it was a success.

Finnick waited for hours, pacing through his room anxiously. The only thing running through his mind being you, like always. He started to realise how just the thought of you had brought him so far. Because without you, he wouldn’t have cared if he passed away in that arena. Without you, he wouldn’t do his best to keep himself alive and to openly talk about what Snow did to him. Because for you, he would do anything. Anything you wanted him to do.

When he heard yelling coming from down the hall, his eyes widened. Was it possible that they were back with you guys already? Finnick didn’t waste any time and before he knew it, he was standing next to Katniss, waiting for Coin to tell them what was going on. But when he saw Johanna lying on a hospital bed, he knew enough.

You were somewhere here too.

He greeted Johanna, thankful that she was saved as well, before looking around to find you. Finnick asked every person he ran into, anyone that might know where you were. But everyone was so busy with everything they were doing, that they didn’t respond to him.

At this point, Finnick entered any room there was, in hopes to find you after the long separation. He searched every room, investigated every hall, but there was no sign of you.

Your lover was frantically looking around, when you awoke. And even though you were unaware about where you were, the only thing that mattered was that Finnick was right there. You wanted to call out his name, but there was no sound coming out of your mouth.

But you didn’t need words, because your boyfriend could feel your presence. When your gazes locked, Finnick didn’t waste a second when making his way over to you. He pushed away everyone that crossed his path, and pushed the doctors surrounding you aside.

Finnick halted right next to you, tears swelling up in both your and his eyes. He picked you up, not caring about the man that told him not to. He wrapped his arms around you so strongly, you were sure you would never get out of his grip.

Many tears left your eyes as you were finally in the arms of your home.

Finnick pulled away after a long time and took a good look at you, before pressing his lips against yours like a starved man. Hungry for you and your touch, he kissed you like you were all alone, with no one around. The only reason the two of you pulled away, was the lack of oxygen, and when you did you flashed him a smile.

“I finally kissed the lips that were on my mind the entire time.” Finnick whispered, his arms still wrapped around you. With a chuckle you planted another kiss on his lips, before pulling him in again for another hug. Being with your lover restored all the hope and will to live again.

And with him you were sure, that this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.