I Keep Going Over The World We Knew (p.4)

rewatching the hunger games rn and peeta is so soft and sweet and clingy and obsessive but so gentle all at once i love him so bad.

— hanabi

arisu x gn!reader

genre: fluff bcos i’m being nice, implied soulmates, shortfic

warnings: canon divergence and mentions of death, hospitals, injuries, blood, underage drinking and alcohol.

synopsis: It’s New Years’. You take some time to think about your closest friend and how nice fireworks are.

author’s note: happy new year! thank you for all the kindness this year again. i hope you can continue to enjoy my works as i hopefully improve even more! thank you again. enjoy the fireworks as well as this fic featuring one of the characters that bring me most comfort! arisu ryohei. cheers c:

“How long has it been since you last saw fireworks?”

“Since that day.”

You looked up as the fireworks found by a group of hopeful teenagers set off and fired into the sky. They exploded into what felt like millions of colors from this up-close, floating above the hill you laid on. The grass was cold but the breeze was light.

It was New Years’, according to someone who’d managed to keep count. In the Borderlands, you didn’t think you’d ever celebrate that. But as old habits die hard, so do traditions. So when a group of high-schoolers giddily yell about having found nice alcohol and fireworks to celebrate, you can’t really do anything about how much their anticipation rubs off on you.

“I didn’t think I would feel this happy watching fireworks.” Arisu hummed in thought, before nodding to himself with a tight-lipped smile, “In here or ever, really.”

“Did you watch them before all of this? We didn’t talk much back in high school.”

“If Karube and Chota managed to pull me out of my room, then sometimes, yeah.” he said and cracked a bright, nostalgic smile. “Did you?”

“Maybe.” you sighed, smiling to yourself.

“So vague.” Arisu chuckled, “But really. This is kind of nice.”

You hummed in agreement. “It is. Surprisingly so.”

You heard cheering from further away and watched as the lights flew closer to the stars again. Arisu’s hand slowly moved over yours, and then clung onto it like it was the most important thing in the world. Truth was sometimes it did feel this way. Maybe you were the most important thing in each other’s worlds. Maybe you cared about one another more than you did anyone else. Maybe you would never admit it alive unless you’d fear one of you would die. But sometimes even while unsaid, some truths are spoken silently— Like in this case, through the touch of your hands holding each other.

You ignored the pain of the open wound under the bandages on your finger and Arisu did the same. Blood seeped through the white fabric and you knew you’d have to redo the whole bandage soon but in this moment not a part of you could worry or care about that. Maybe the comfort of holding each other’s hand was enough to numb the pain.

A new year didn’t mean much here. Maybe it didn’t mean much at all, even in the real world. But you made a wish to the stars for things to be okay this time around— For you two to be together, always. And Arisu silently hoped for you two to survive and somehow get out of this happy, and together.

Months since the meteors. And since the hospital.

You met Arisu Ryohei again.

You two were in the same class for a few years back in high school but hadn’t really talked much since. Somehow, seeing each other again while walking outside the hospital and realizing you’d both survived what seemed like the impossible brought you back together. And as of now, he was probably your closest friend.

As his closest friend, you decided it would be nice to spend New Year’s together to watch the fireworks or maybe fall asleep before it even reached midnight. Whatever it was, Arisu seemed to be on board. He liked coming over and staying with you, anyway.

The sun had long set and the stars were bright.

“Has it been a while since you saw fireworks?”

“Logically, yes. Somehow it doesn’t feel that long.”

Arisu hummed in agreement. “Same. Weird, huh?”

You laughed. “After everything? Honestly, not that much.”

Arisu chuckled and leaned back against the couch on your apartment balcony. It was a funny feeling to be thankful something as unbelievable as meteors crashing down on Tokyo and nearly killing you happened. It was a funny thing to love someone so much you’d be alright going through all the pain again if it meant meeting them again.

Arisu felt it too. Something way longer than the minute the doctors had told him about. Something like a lifetime of suffering spent alongside someone he held dear. Someone who helped him stay alive and not give up. Someone who sat at his side, watching fireworks in comforting silence. Someone he always felt close to without knowing why.

There was something both nostalgic and comforting about the fireworks. You couldn’t tell why exactly.

When Arisu’s hand timidly reached over to hold yours, you felt like it always belonged there, telling you all the things he didn’t dare say out loud.

I think I love you.

You tightened your hand around his and took a deep breath.

This is stupid but it feels like I’ve always known you.

Maybe the stars shining alongside the light of the fireworks had been kind enough to make the two of you meet again. Or perhaps the red scars that circled around your pinkies like rings were made with fate. Either way, you were meant to be.

girls be aware 🥶

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.

won't ask you to wait | trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader

summary: one winter weekend in your hometown brings a friendly face back in your life... but for how long? genre: fluff w/ angst ending; themes of longing, friends that were never more wc: roughly 1k

a/n: i’m such a fraud i should have finished this A LONG TIME AGO cause winter is ‘tis the damn season's season and now it’s spring but i procrastinated this ahhhh enjoy anyway also not proof-read

"We could call it even, even though I'm leaving, and I'll be yours for the weekend." — tis the damn season, taylor swift

Time really is a funny thing. No matter how much of it passes, your hometown still feels the same as the day you left. The same beauty magazine subscription your mother has had since you were born arrives every Tuesday, the same sound of laughter reverberates from the park playground, and the same cashier greets you at the corner store, this time with a waddling toddler mimicking his every move.

Other things feel completely different. The steps to your childhood bedroom seem to creak a touch louder despite your absence, there are a few more streetlights on the route to the local high school, and the parking lots you spent hours idling in gossiping with your friends have been repaved.

You didn't expect that Trent would be the same, too. Well, maybe not exactly the same. You knew with certainty that he could never be yours, and that was an obvious change.

You first saw him on a Friday afternoon, ticking things off the list of errands your mother gave you.

The bouquet decorating the dining room table was wilting, so you find yourself in line at the flower shop to bring home a fresh batch to the house. Trent stands ahead of you in line and you peer forward at the bouquet in his hands. "When did you become a tulip kind of person?" There is a glint of humour in your question that you hope he can recognize.

Trent turns his head towards your voice with such force you feared it might detach from his shoulders. He whispers your name with a shocked expression on his face. "I can't believe you're back in town," he comments, shifting his weight on his feet in anticipation. "Were you missing it or somethin'?" The anxious movement makes your heart soften.

"Something like that," you smile. The holiday season always made you miss home, if you could still call it that. Home. A place you haven't been in years despite the way you searched for its comfort in every new city you lived in, the latest being Los Angeles.

“Thought I’d try something new,” he explains, holding up the tulips in your line of sight. You take note of the dusty rose shade, the same shade you were always drawn to.

You mimic his movement and display the festive bouquet in hand. "The house needed some beauty," you comment.

Trent smiles, "Something to rival yours?" You relish in his flirtatious banter and return the smile.

By Saturday evening, you had caught him up on everything he missed.

"I wish you would have told me sooner, I was out there this summer!" Trent exclaims, pulling out his phone to share photos. Photos you had already seen from the peeks you take of his Instagram feed every now and then. The sheer joy on his face while he explored the city you knew like the back of your hand. A relaxed expression as he spent time with his brothers. It was your favourite version of Trent.

“There’s always next time,” you muse. It’s a half-honest promise. A promise you make knowing that if both of you were in LA together, you wouldn’t be able to bear his inevitable departure. But the thought that he would want to see you in the very place that stole you from him was comforting.

You look out the window at the snow beginning to fall, paying it no mind. But it seems the longer you and Trent spoke, the heavier it fell and the poor visibility of the roads was concerning. You brush it off and attempt to walk to the door. His pull is gentle on your wrist. “You can’t go with the roads looking like that,” he warns.

You shrug at him, “There’s not really another option, no?” A smart option, you want to add but bite your tongue. One that won’t make this feel wrong. "I could try my luck out there."

Your friendship with Trent teetered along the lines of more than friends countless times. But when you "ran away" (at least that's the way your mother described it), things were cemented; you and Trent would never be more. The semblance of belonging to each other remained, which landed you in this position.

A gust of wind echoes inside his home like a warning sign. “I’m not asking you to stay for long,” Trent says in a pleading tone. “Just the night. Please.” How could you say no with how he looked into your eyes?

On a gloomy Sunday morning, his arms were encircling your waist in the bed you have shared countless times.

Although the mattress is firmer than you remember, the pillows are a little softer, and have those curtains always been so beige? You let your eyes wander around the room in the morning light. Picture frames on the TV console that you didn't notice last night. A half-empty candle on the nightstand in a scent you wouldn't have expected Trent to enjoy. All signs that confirmed your beliefs about time.

The feeling of his chest pressed against your back was one of comfort and familiarity. His breath fanned against your neck and a slight snore could be heard from his lips. You fidgeted in his grasp to face him. Slowly, you brought your hands to his chest. You studied the way he exhaled. You commit it to memory as if this was the last time you would be in this position.

A soft sigh leaves your lips. I’m leaving again. You want to give him a warning this time. But saying goodbye is always. harder than leaving. You slowly peel the sheets from your body, ridding yourself of the t-shirt Trent let you borrow and you know his scent lingers on your skin. The floor beneath you doesn’t let out a single creak as if it is in on your escape.

By the time Trent wakes, the side you once occupied is neatly made. He feels your absence like the closing credits to a movie. Painfully obvious but something he was expecting. He reaches for the crumpled receipt lying on your empty pillow, not even the indentation of your head remains. A receipt for his bouquet of flowers with only a sentence scribbled down:

Thank you for letting me be yours again, even just for the weekend.

•••

a/n pt 2 cause i can’t shut up: in conclusion i’m a cornball but hey!!! i finish this finally

underwater fairy

chad x reader who’s dewey’s god daughter

she’s been distant lately and after an incident at a frat party he comes to check up on her and she apologizes out of nowhere and he’s all confused and she just vents and cries about how guilty she feels

(maybe she’s the one who called dewey instead of gale and that’s why she feels guilty)

a shoulder to lean on

chad meeks x reader

notes: warnings: (underage drinking, mention of scars, slight mention of weed, drunk!reader) i think that's all?? ughh i don't really like this but the lack of chad fics is criminal

words: 2.6k

Maybe letting Tara get you a drink hadn't been such a good idea; the taste of pure vodka with a hint of lemonade burned your throat, making you involuntarily wince. You turned to Tara, who was smirking mischievously, clearly amused by your reaction.

"You alright there?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

You coughed lightly, trying to regain your composure. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting it to be that strong," your voice is slightly hoarse.

Tara chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "You said you wanted something strong, didn't you?"

You managed a weak smile, nodding in acknowledgment. You figured you'd get used to the taste, just like Tara seemed to have from the looks of it. Her pirate headwrap was about to fall off her head, and she had been talking and dancing with people she barely knew all night, even introducing you to three or four "new friends" she had made.

"Yeah, well, I didn't mean 'knock-me-off-my-feet' strong," you retorted. Tara laughed, taking a sip from your cup before walking back to a new target to befriend.

As Tara disappeared into the dancing crowd, you took another sip of the potent cocktail, determined to get through it. Trying to make your way to the couch where Mindy sat with her new girlfriend, you bumped into a few people along the way, each one giving you a dirty look or a friendly nod as the brim-filled drink spilled a bit every time you brushed past someone.

While trying to pat your dress dry, you didn’t pay any mind to Chad calling your name, only noticing his presence when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see a tipsy-looking Chad with a cowboy hat on his head, the varsity jacket now long gone.

He reached out his hand to flick the cat ears perched on your head. "Nice ears," he slurred, grinning widely. You couldn't help but smile back at him.

“Nice hat,” he grinned, his hand moving to your waist, and the other one reaching for your cup. “I thought you were coming with Tara?”

“Yeah, she’s…” you gestured around the crowded room, “I might've lost her.”

Chad chuckled, his laughter slightly slurred from the alcohol. "Classic Tara," his hand squeezed your waist, making you look at him. "Well, you're not alone now. What are we drinking?" he asked, his eyes scanning the cup he'd just taken from you.

You shrugged. "Vodka and lemonade," you replied, gesturing to the cup. "Consider yourself warned, it's pretty intense." 

He gave you a look before chugging some of the drink, immediately cringing. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "Told you," you teased.

Chad’s roommate approached, a cardboard costume covering most of his tall frame, and he rambled about how the loud music mixed with whatever shots Chad and him had done before made his head hurt. 

You couldn’t help but zone out, taking small sips of your drink and trying to ignore the taste as you stared at Chad. The whole friend group had been through so much in Woodsboro, and you couldn’t help but wonder why they didn’t seem to be hurting as much as you were. 

The stab scars on your left arm and your stomach felt like a constant reminder of that hospital. Of Dewey. As you continued to pretend to listen to Chad's roommate's complaints about his throbbing head, your mind drifted to the events of the past year.

The Woodsboro incident had left you scarred, both physically and emotionally. The loss of Dewey had hit you hard, and the memories of that terrifying night still haunted your dreams. You couldn't shake the feeling that the danger wasn't entirely over, and you had become more vigilant and cautious, constantly looking over your shoulder. 

Sam was the only one that knew about the nightmares that left you shaking and sweaty with fear about the masked killer and your godfather. And she made sure to reassure you that you weren’t going insane, that she also had those dreams. Sometimes, when you get in your head, you can feel the scars start to hurt again, you remember the pain, the fear, and the loss all too vividly. 

You only focused back on the conversation when you felt Chad’s arm wrap around your shoulders, and a single tear on your cheek, which you quickly wiped before the boys could notice it. The topic had changed from Ethan’s poor alcohol tolerance to Chad forgetting to take his dorm keys. 

Chad continued to talk to Ethan, while keeping his arm around you and his thumb tracing eight-figures on your shoulder. You leaned into his side, taking solace in his presence. The relentless pounding of the music and the swirling chaos of the party seemed to fade into the background as you felt the soothing rhythm of his thumb and the drink that, just like Tara promised, didn’t taste so strong now. 

Soon enough, Ethan was dragged away by a smiley Anika, begging him to dance because Mindy refused to. “What’s up?” Chad asked, moving your hair behind your ears and cupping your face.

“Hm?” “You’re really quiet,”

You sighed softly, gazing into Chad's eyes as you tried to remind yourself that this is just how Chad was, touchy and flirty. "Just tired, I guess," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. He nodded in understanding, his hand gently stroking your cheek. 

“Do you want to leave? I can walk you.” 

You looked around at the swirling, chaotic party and then back at Chad, his expression filled with concern. The offer was tempting, and you appreciated his consideration, but you couldn't help but feel that you needed to confront your fears and the memories that still haunted you.

"I appreciate it, Chad," you said, a soft smile touching your lips, "but I think I need to stay here a bit longer. I'm not ready to let this party beat me." you joked.

He eyed you for a second, hesitating, before letting go of you and giving you a smile. “Let’s find Tara, yeah?”

Finding Tara, giggly and sharing a joint with Mindy outside, also meant that Chad saw the beer-pong game you walked by on the way. “Ohhh, I see something I like.” he said, dragging you towards the table as the girls started a joke-telling competition in gibberish. 

Tara and Mindy's laughter echoed in the background as you and Chad approached the table. Two sweaty boys on one side of the table, dabbing each other up and chugging drinks to celebrate their win.

Chad grabbed a nearby ping pong ball and turned to you with a mischievous grin. "You ever played beer pong before?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

You chuckled, feeling a bit of adrenaline rush through you. “Uh… I've seen it in movies. Does that count?" you replied. He shrugged, “Eh, I’ll teach you.” He passed by a couple to stand on the opposite side to the boys, holding two ping pong balls in his hand with a grin. 

He handed you one of the balls, leaning closer so you could hear him talk. "Okay, so you see those cups over there?" He pointed to the triangle of red Solo cups arranged at the far end of the table, each filled with beer. "We throw the ping pong balls into their cups. If we make it, they drink. If they make it, we drink."

You stared up at him, feeling fuzzy because of the drink Tara had made you earlier and because of how close he was standing, his chest almost touching your back. “Ready?” you hesitated, not really trusting your tipsy aim, but Chad gave your hip a squeeze before focusing on the cups again.

Chad took over, having sobered up enough to not miss his shots. You, on the other side, missed enough shots to empty your cups, "Alright, don't worry," Chad reassured you, a playful grin on his face. "You're getting the hang of it. Just focus on the cups and take your time."

Feeling the alcohol begin to take its toll, you hoped your drunken state didn’t lead to an embarrassing display. You aimed for the last cup, missing by mere inches. The beer pong ball bounced off the rim and rolled across the table. Chad leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Don't worry, it's all in good fun. We can make a comeback."

His warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else – the scars, the nightmares, and the chaos of the party. It was just you and Chad, engaged in a playful game with the world fading away. 

And just like that, it downed back on you, all at once.

Chad must have noticed the change in your demeanor because he gently took your hand, his touch offering a reassuring anchor in the midst of the emotional storm. “Hey, hey, it’s fine. It’s just a game.” 

Your eyes met Chad's, his gaze warm and understanding, but you could see the concern etched in his expression. The chaos of the party seemed to intensify around you, the laughter and music becoming a cacophony that threatened to drown you. The weight of the past year bore down on you, the memories of that terrifying night in Woodsboro, the loss of Dewey, and the constant guilt that ate at you for calling Dewey for help.

He wrapped an arm around you, “You drank too much,” he said, putting down the cup you were holding because of your last miss. “Let’s get some air.”

Chad led you away from the beer pong table, guiding you through the crowd of partygoers. The night air felt cool against your skin as you stepped outside. The chaotic sounds of the party faded behind you, and he led you outside with a strong hold on your hand, and an arm around your waist.

You took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind and steady your racing heart. "I'm sorry,"

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "You don't have to apologize for anything. We all have our moments."

He didn’t say anything when you stayed quiet, looking down as he walked you to your dorm. Once you reached the building, Chad stopped and turned to face you, “Keys?” 

You fumbled around in your bag for a moment before finally locating your dorm keys. You handed them to Chad with a grateful smile. "Thanks," you said, still feeling a bit overwhelmed. 

You stepped inside your dorm, and Chad followed. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the party. You sat down on your bed, and Chad took a seat beside you. He didn't say anything for a moment, allowing you to collect your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, he rubbed your back, “Why?”

“For Dewey.”

Chad's expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Hey, don't blame yourself for what happened to Dewey. None of this was your fault," he said in a soothing tone, his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder. "We all lost someone we cared about last year, and we're all still trying to come to terms with it. It's okay to feel the way you do."

Wiping at the tears that covered your face, you hiccuped as Chad stared at you. "I know, but sometimes it's just hard to shake that guilt, you know?" 

“None of us blame you for what happened. Dewey was trying to protect us all, including you.”

Chad pulled you into a comforting hug, his arms wrapping around you securely. "We all have those thoughts, but it doesn't change what happened. You're not alone in this, okay? We're here for you."

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hands like he’d done earlier that night. “Why haven’t you told us about this?”

“Sam knows,” your voice broke as you shrugged your shoulders, “but I didn't want to burden everyone with it. We've all been through so much, and I didn't want to add to the weight on your shoulders."

Chad's eyes held a mixture of concern and understanding. "You're not a burden, and you shouldn't have to go through this alone," he said softly. "and we've got your back. That's what friends are for." 

He kissed your forehead, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back to give you a small smile. “You know we all love you, right?” you stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say. You’d distanced yourself from the group since the murders, not enough for them to stop talking to you, but seeing their faces made you go back to that night.

"I do," you finally whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. "I love you all too."

Chad's thumb gently wiped away the tears from your cheeks, “I’ll make you something to eat, yeah? So the alcohol goes away a bit.” you nodded and he kissed where your tears had been just seconds before he wiped them.

While Chad prepared a simple meal, you took the opportunity to wash your face and change into more comfortable clothes. When you returned to the kitchen, the aroma of grilled cheese sandwiches filled the air, making your stomach rumble. He handed you a plate with a smile, and you both sat down at the small table in your dorm room. 

“Thank you," you said, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I don't know what I would've done without you tonight."

Chad smiled, "Of course,” 

As you both finished your sandwiches, Chad cleared the plates and put them in the sink. You watched him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "You're a great cook," you remarked, genuinely impressed.

Chad chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Well, I've had a lot of practice. Ethan is a horrible cook."

You appreciated his lightheartedness and humor. It was moments like these that made you feel like you could truly escape the darkness that had been haunting you. "I'm glad you're in my life, Chad."

His smile widened, and he approached you, gently cupping your face. "I'm glad I'm in your life too," he said, his voice filled with warmth. He squished your cheeks with his hand, pushing you to chuckle as he showered your face with kisses. “So, so glad.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and he pulled you back in for another hug. After a while, you both pulled away from the hug, but Chad kept his arm around your shoulders, his touch grounding you. 

“So, what now?" you asked, looking up at Chad, feeling a sense of peace you hadn't felt in a while.

"Well, we could watch a movie, or we could just sit here and talk. It's up to you." 

You considered your options for a moment, feeling the weight of the past year slowly lifting from your shoulders. 

"A movie sounds good," you finally replied, a genuine smile gracing your lips as Chad played with your fingers before standing up to lead you to the couch. He places another lingering kiss on your forehead as you sit together, his arms wrapped around you and, just for a moment, you think about how he makes you feel safe, how his presence eases the ache in your heart, even if just for a little while.

The two of you settled on the couch, wrapped up in blankets, with a comforting movie playing in the background. Chad's arm remained around your shoulders, offering silent support as you both immersed yourselves in the storyline. Occasionally, he'd squeeze your shoulder or run his fingers through your hair, a wordless reassurance that he was there.

how it feels scrolling through the “x reader” tags during october as someone who doesn’t read smut

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 !! 🤍🤍

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞?!

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

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑.𝟓𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲; 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭! 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰, 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐭

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.

_________________________________________________

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 💀

Ⓒ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐚𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡!!! 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 🫶🏾

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝): @akali357 @luvvv-klo @emobtchshockedtimmah @millslover @val4him @ruegrys @msminutes @jayyyyyy @slatdown47 @kysdabii @panickedpeepee @laniissocool @bellstwd @champ1onsgirl @landrysgirl @sqarlettwitch @datrie @harrys17blacktat @dizzyscreams @iluvwomansblog @urmomlovesliyah @sebschrs @volturi-girl-imagines @iheartvanillamilkshakes @sebschrs @yassssssscnncn @aonungsgirlfriend @groovybailiffeggangel @urdarkestsecrets

Can u pleaseee write something about reader comforting finnick after he was sold to a customer for a night? Because he doesn’t deserve that and I love him so very much

here it is i kind of combined it with another request but i hope you like it 💕💕