This morning you got a text from Rafe asking if you’d be down to hang at the beach with him and a few other people so you accepted.
Now you are sitting on a towel on the hot sand, a mojito in one of your hands and a book in the other. Rafe is sitting beside you, sometimes stealing glances or sipping on your cocktail.
After all he bought and brought all the mojitos in the cooler just for you because he knew you loved them. And you did. But he would never admit that, not in front of you and surely not in front of his friends.
You felt his burning gaze on the side of your face but you pretended to be reading. You tried to focus but ended up reading the same paragraph several times and you just gave up.
You closed the book and placed it in your bag, turning your attention to Rafe who was now staring at Topper and Kelce trying to drag Ruthie in the water.
You watched as they grabbed her by the arms and feet and sprung her into the water. A quiet gasp left your mouth, followed by a giggle that brought Rafes attention back to you.
“What’s so funny?” he quirked an eyebrow eyes staring deeply into your soul. “Nothing, sorry.” you muttered quietly but still obviously amused by the situation.
He didn’t respond, he simply stared at you lost in his thoughts eyes scanning all over you while parting his lips slightly. You knew that look all too well. He licked his lips, a smirk forming on his lips and you knew something is about to happen.
It took you two seconds to put two and two together and realize what he was planning.
You sprang up from the towel and started running down the beach away from him. But when you glanced back he was right behind you a hand gripping your waist to stop you from running.
He picked you up over his shoulder while you were struggling to get out of his hold. He was holding you firmly, not enough to hurt you but enough to not let you go.
“Rafe, I swear to God if you don’t put me back down now.” you were kicking your feet, hands punching his back trying to get out of his hold.
“Rafe please” you yelled seeing him now knee deep in the water.
“Its fine baby, its just water!” he responded calmly but you could practically hear the smug smirk placed on his face.
Before you knew it, he had already started counting and was now about to throw you in the water.
“One-“ you heard as the cold water hugged your body sending goosebumps all over your skin.
You resurfaced with a gasp, hands wiping the water from your lashes while you made your way towards Rafe who was now laughing with his friends.
You were so going to get payback for this. He just has to wait and find out what you’ll do.
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She was now seated at the bar at the Country Club waiting for her mojito to be prepared while me, Topper and Ruthie are waiting for her at a table.
I listened to Topper and Ruthie shit talk half the island in like thirty minutes until they reached me and Y/n.
“So. You and her are dating now?” Ruthie asks while looking in your direction.
“Who? Me and Y/n?” I also turned back to see her talking to the bartender about her drink or something.
“Nah, we casual. A quick fuck here and there, but that’s all.” I lied. She’s not just a casual fuck for me she’s my everything. The reason I wake up, the reason I stopped using drugs. I’d probably be dead without her. And I know it. But I don’t admit it.
“She’s just always after me.”
You stared at his back, your heart sinking to your stomach while your eyes well up with tears but you don’t say anything, the knot in your throat not letting you.
“Oh shit-“ you hear Ruthie and Topper both say in unison you don’t glance in their way. You can’t. You just stare at what’s now his shocked face when he realizes you heard him. And you did. You heard everything he said.
You simply turn around and start heading towards the exit. You place your drink on a random table, tears now clouding your vision.
Rafe is walking after you, calling your name and begging you to listen to him but you don’t hear him. You can’t. The words he said replaying in your head over and over again while you physically feel your heart shattering more and more.
You are pulled from your thoughts when you feel a hand on your waist, turning you around to look at them. Of course it was him.
“Baby, listen to me please.”
“No, no! Let go of me!” you didn’t shout, you simply whispered, a tear leaving your eye making its way down your face.
“I didn’t mean it! I could never mean that.” he said, his hand going to wipe away your tears.
“Then why did you-“ “How could you say that?” “Why did you say that?” you were now looking at his face, searching for an answer. A real answer.
“I don’t know, because I’m a coward and I couldn’t admit how much I care about you. And I do. I care about you too much.”
“If you did you wouldn’t have said that.”
“Baby please- I do mean that. I really do. If it weren’t for you I would probably be laying in a ditch, dead. And you know that.”
“No-.” “I just- I can’t. I need time.” you don’t wait for him to respond. You simply turn around amd start walking away from the Country Club.
i think not telling you was a way to keep the dream alive, you know? so there was at least someone out there who still saw me as rosie. and not this strange new person i've become.
Daisy Jones and the Six (2023) dir. James Ponsoldt, Nzingha Stewart, Will Graham
Journey's End (2017) dir. Saul Dibb
The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) dir. Francis Lawrence
Love, Rosie (2014) dir. Christian Ditter
The Riot Club (2014) dir. Lone Scherfig
Me Before You (2016) dir. Thea Sharrock
Enola Holmes (2020) dir. Harry Bradbeer
Adrift (2018) dir. Baltasar Kormákur
My Cousin Rachel (2017) dir. Roger Michell
Their Finest (2016) dir. Lone Scherfig
Just watched me before you for the first time and all I can say is i’ve been bawling my eyes for the past two hours. I know nobody asked me but yeah…if you haven’t seen it YOU SHOULD!!! GO SEE IT RIGHT NOW!!
( ☆ ) . * i once believed love would be burning red . . . but it’s golden, like daylight !!
f!dist. 13!reader x finnick odair — finnick odair masterlist
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ask : “hi!! your writing event is so cool! can i get a medium box of strawberry cookies with graham crumbles and chocolate chips please? thanks!!” — anon
summary : when finnick odair almost dies to save your life, you feel almost indebted to him once you and the rest of squad 451 arrive at tigris snow’s shop in the capitol. finnick gets force-fed pain medication to dull the burning in his leg from the mutts and you nurse him back to health as he becomes extremely loopy and extremely cute.
warnings : injuries, finnick odair almost dies but doesn’t, loopy & drugged up finnick (pain killers/morphling), cute considering the situation they’re in
word count : 1.4k
He slipped. Ushering you and everyone else up the ladder first, making sure you could get to safety, Finnick slipped as he tried to climb, screaming out your name. You didn’t hesitate, lunging for him, grabbing onto his arm as Katniss had the sense to hold onto your waist, hauling the two of you up before dropping the Holo to kill the mutts.
You were frozen in place when the explosion happened, breathing heavy as you clung onto Finnick as if he would disappear if you let go, dead, killed by the mutts. In a different world, where you didn’t reach him in time, or where he slipped through your hold and cried out for you as he was torn to pieces. Those alternate worlds flashed through your head, holding onto Finnick was the only thing that grounded you in reality.
“I’m okay,” he assured you, voice strained. He wasn’t okay. He lived, sure, but his left leg was bloodied and torn from the attack. It was salvageable, mostly just broken skin, deep bite marks, teeth from the mutts still lodged into his flesh, but you had to hurry.
You sought refuge with a Capitol woman that looked as if she was part tiger. Tigris her name was, ironically enough, a friend of Cressida’s. She ushered you into a hidden cellar, providing you with bread, cheese, and a vial of morphling she said could help with pain. Finnick refused to take it initially, telling you to save them for someone else, but you, with some help from Pollux, forced it down his throat with some water.
The cellar is cramped as you all squish together, only enough space for five bedrolls to be spread out. Finnick is quickly succumbing to the medication, sprawled out on the ground on his back as you do your best to clean and disinfect his wound, a dazed smile on his face as you try your best to carefully dig the teeth out of his flesh.
“What are you smiling at?” you ask, grabbing a small bottle disinfectant.
“You.”
You shake your head, a small smile on your face, but your eyes are tired and he can tell. “You’re really drugged up, aren’t you?” you say, holding his leg still so he doesn’t jerk away at the sting.
“I’m not,” he argues, though his words are extremely slurred.
You shake your head and continue to tend to his leg, wrapping the wounds in gauze and bandages before you go to sit next to him. “All set,” you say, knees hugged close to your chest as your chin rests on them.
“Thanks, gorgeous.” He smiles up at you, bright and cheerful, as if he didn’t just almost die.
“Gorgeous?” You give him an odd look at the name. You hadn’t known each other very long, the two of you met in District 13 and only started to bond after some training together. You were a medic, originally, but you wanted to do more, be more useful.
It’s not as if Finnick never complimented you. You became friends quickly, and he’d give you decent pointers on your fighting, while you taught him how to splint a broken bone or properly clean a wound. He’d tell you how talented you were with a needle and thread, suturing up bad cuts, or that you always managed to pull off the dull gray of the District 13 uniforms. You chalked it up to his habits, left over from when he was the Capitol’s golden boy, but not much else.
“Yeah. Gorgeous,” he nods, propping himself up on his arms, loopy grin still on his face.
You just snort, moving to get some of the food Tigris had provided the Squad and sitting down next to him again, legs criss-crossed. “You should eat.”
“You should eat,” he retorts lamely, taking the bread from your hands and clumsily shoving it into your face.
“We can both eat, Finnick.” You take the bread back, splitting it and the cheese between the two of you.
The two of you eat in a comfortable silence, watching as the rest of the Squad attempt to get comfortable in the cramped space, tending to their own wounds and eating the small amount of rations Tigris could spare for you. As you eat, your mind wanders a bit to what would happen if you succeeded. If you and the Squad managed to get into the President’s mansion and Katniss killed Snow.
Would you return to District 13? What would you do then? Just continue to work in medicine? Or maybe you could travel Panem? You’ve been stuck in 13 your whole life, haven’t seen anything outside of the grays of the building, haven’t tasted anything outside the slop they tried to pass off as food. You could visit the other districts, help rebuild some of them. You want to stay hopeful, believe that there will be a world without the Hunger Games, a world where you’re not quarantined in the walls of District 13.
You’re snapped out your thoughts when you feel a weight in your lap, looking down to find Finnick’s head resting there.
“What are you doing?” you ask him quietly, glancing at the others to see if they were watching. They weren’t, too distracted by their own problems or trying to rest.
“What are you doing? You’re all quiet and stoic.”
“Just thinking.”
“About what?” he asks.
“About this. This whole mission. The rebellion. What will happen after,” you explain, hand idly moving to his hair, smoothing it back from his face.
“What do you think will happen?”
“I think we can win,” you say. “I think Katniss can kill Snow, then we’ll go back to 13 and figure it out from there. What I’m mostly worried about is what will happen after we win. To me, specifically, I guess.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’ve been in District 13 my whole life. I’ve never known anything different. But after the rebellion, after Snow’s dead, I don’t want to just stay there. But I’m not sure where I’d go,” you explain.
“You could come with me,” Finnick offers.
“What?”
“To District 4. With me. We could use more healing hands in 4.” He starts rambling, pretty out of it, staring distantly up at you as he talks. “And it’d be nice to be able to see you everyday. We could be roommates. It gets lonely in 4. I mean, I have Annie, and she’s a great friend and all, but she needs her alone time a lot, which makes sense considering everything she’s been through, but it’d just be nice to have someone there with me always, you know? It’d be nice to have you with me always.”
“You’re talking nonsense,” you laugh softly, still combing your fingers through his hair.
“I’m not,” he insists, sitting up.
You just shake your head, changing the subject. “You should rest. Sleep,” you say pushing him back to lie down on the bedroll.
He grabs onto your arm, tugging you down with him. “Sleep with me.”
You snort a laugh at the accidental innuendo, but move pass it, knowing he didn’t mean it in that way. “I’ll be okay, Finnick. There’s not enough space.”
“We can share a bedroll,” he argues, still tugging at your arm.
“It’ll hardly fit the both of us,” you try to reason. “Seriously, you’re injured and you need to sleep off the morphling anyway.”
“We’ll fit,” he says. “Come on, just trust me.”
“How?”
He lies down, letting go of your arm, instead wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you down so you were both lying on your sides, face to face, legs tangled. “There. See, we fit.”
“Finnick—” you attempt to protest. This could hardly be comfortable for him.
“You’re not putting any pressure on my leg, I’ll be fine,” he insists.
“That’s not what I was worried about.”
“Then what?”
“This isn’t—I don’t know—weird or awkward?” you ask.
“Why would it be weird or awkward?”
“It’s just— Nevermind. Try to get some sleep,” you say.
“Okay.” He lets go of it easily, pulling you closer and pressing a clumsy kiss to the top of your head.
“Finnick?”
“Hm?”
“What was—” you pull your head back to look at him again.
“Will you come with me?” he asks. “After everything?”
“To District 4?”
“Yeah. To District 4.” He nods.
“Okay.”
“Okay.” He kisses the top of your head again before settling back down onto the pillow. “Goodnight, beautiful.”
The name draws another small laugh from you. “Goodnight, Finnick.”
a/n: i'm so sorry to the anon that requested this its actually cheeks but i could not get inspired for the life of me </3
Contents! - Swearing, suggestive language, use of Y/n, alludes to Rafe's past addiction.
Summary! - You sneak out of your family's sprawling estate in a silk dress to meet your sinful boy.
A/n! - Make sure to get your requests in! Hope you love it <33
9:45 pm.
You were supposed to be with your mother and father, dazzling guests with your gorgeous smile and beautiful brain. You were not supposed to be sneaking out to meet Rafe Cameron. And you were most certainly not to be in a clandestine relationship with him.
If your father found out, he would truly have a heart attack. Not because Rafe was an asshole, or a former drug addict. But because he was simply a Kook and nothing more. He didn't come from old money like you, he wasn't a blue blood. In your father's eyes he was nothing.
But you saw something past that. You saw the real Rafe. Not the one watered down by societal pressure, or the one strung out from countless lines of coke, and definitely not the one beaten down by his sick twisted father, Ward.
You observed him in his most fragile state. He let you see him. And thus it began.
You were no stranger to illicit affairs, but you never intended to become a participant in one. Yet here you were.
At the docks, black silk dress with lace trim, saltwater pearls resting gracefully on your chest and adorning your ears.
"God, you look like trouble in pearls, I love it."
You felt your face heat up and butterflies bubble in your lower tummy. "Well aren't you ever the flirt Mr. Cameron?"
And like many times before, you watched him take in your response. Eyes shining in bliss, tips of his ears growing pink, cheeks pinching together to present his award winning smile. The smile reserved for you, the one that never failed to make you fall deep in love.
You could feel him starring at you as a comfortable silence falls over you, he knows what you're thinking. He knows the nagging guilt you feel for 'breaking the rules.'
Then you break it, the silence is over. It's now a deafening quiet with only one thing floating in the air, "What do you think they'll say if they find out what we're hiding?"
And then a scoff, he actually scoffed like that was something stupid. "You think I'm hiding it? Sweetheart, I want them to know. They can keep all their stupid rules but I'm keeping you. You're not just their pretty daughter that they can parade around to every blue blooded Ralph Lauren fedora wearing creep. You're mine and I'm yours. They'll figure it out eventually. I'll watch the world burn for you. You're not off limits to me. Not now. Not ever."
Just like that, time was frozen. Like the world stopped spinning on its axis, wind stopped dancing with the trees, nothing else existed.
Contents! - Swearing, alcohol consumption, arguments, rafe being a jerk :(, eventual fluff!
Summary! - A heated argument paves the way for a heartfelt apology, ending in a soft kiss that proves you’re still his favorite person in the room.
A/n! - This was requested by my baby love, req at the bottom ! <33
Make sure to get your requests in & I hope u love it <3
You were on your way back downstairs, careful not to spill the vodka soda you’d just made, when you heard your name. You slowed, thinking Rafe was telling a story about you - maybe one of the cute ones he tells when he’s in a good mood.
But then -
“She’s sweet, sure, but she’s kinda… clueless sometimes. Not as deep as she thinks.”
The glass almost slips from your hand.
You blink, certain you misheard, but then his friends laugh. That sharp, mocking kind of laugh that makes your cheeks burn.
When you step into the kitchen, Rafe’s leaning against the counter, beer in hand, smirking like he owns the room. That smirk dies when he sees your face.
“Hi, baby,” he says, voice all smooth.
“What… what was that?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.
“What was what?” he says, like you’re being silly.
“You. Talking bad about me.” Your voice wavers, and you hate it.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Babe, I was kidding. You’re so sensitive.”
The sting in your chest flares. “Sensitive? You called me clueless, Rafe.”
“I mean - ” he shrugs, “- sometimes you don’t catch on to stuff. It’s not bad, it’s cute.”
Your throat feels tight. “That’s… that’s not cute. That’s just you being mean.”
He sighs like you’re exhausting him. “Don’t start with this right now.”
“I’m not starting anything!” you say, voice raising in a way it rarely does. “I just don’t get why you’d say that to your friends. I would never - ”
“ - Because I'm drunk and it was a joke,” he cuts in, setting his beer down with a little too much force. “And I didn’t think you’d hear.”
“So it’s only bad if I hear it?”
He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight. “No. Fuck, no. That’s not what I meant.”
For a moment, neither of you speaks. The music from the other room feels too loud, the air too heavy. His friends have already slipped out of the kitchen.
Rafe’s voice softens. “I’m an idiot. I was showing off. And instead, I made the one person who’s always in my corner feel like shit.”
You look down, biting your lip. “I just… I try really hard to be good to you, Rafe. I don’t know how to… be any different.”
He steps closer, the heat of him crowding you in. “I don’t want you to be different. I like you exactly the way you are. I just… sometimes I’m a drunk asshole who doesn’t deserve you.”
Your eyes sting, but you manage a tiny smile. “You are a drunk asshole.”
“Yeah,” he says, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, “but I’m your drunk asshole.”
He kisses you, gentle but certain, tasting faintly of beer and regret. And even though your heart’s still a little sore, you kiss him back—because you’re still you, still soft, and because you know he’s really, really trying.
He's a sweet talker, always sliding his way back into your heart, head, and bed.
Req - "Hiii!!! It’s me again. I was wondering if you could write something with like the scene where rafe talks bad about sofia but instead of sofia for it to be reader and she hears and they get in a massive argument but then they make up and yeah. hope this makes sense!! also i just want to let you know you are one of my favorite writers on this app and i check you account daily!!" - @inlovewrafe
kook!rafe cameron x kook!jj maybank x kook!routledge!reader college smau
warnings: mentions of drug use and alcohol consumption.
a/n: another surprise drop hahahaha, i'd be posting daily if the mobile app didn't have a 10 pic limit 🥸 no pc privileges at the hospital unfortunately 💔
Have we ever tried this one Drew is a busy man and he barely comes to your shows but now you are on tour for your new album so he had to come and watch you. You told him that you wanted to surprise your fans and call him on stage and he was really excited.
You were seventeen songs in when you put your hand above your eyes to start looking around in the crowd. You gasped and put your hand over your mouth as you looked at your boyfriend. “Oh my- Girls do you see that handsome looking man?” You ask them with a grin on your face as you turn back around to look at Drew. He was smirking at you. A chill made its way up your spine, a pink flushed color embracing your cheeks. You were grateful for the blush that was already on your face, that was matching your costume without making you look crazy with the color radiating on your skin.
You glanced at him, the sight of his perfectly sculpted face making you suck in a breath. “What’s your name, handsome?” A flirty tone rolling its way from your mouth.
The camera was now pointed at Dr ew making his angelic face show up on the big screen.
He points a finger to his chest and says “I’m Drew.” The fans were extatic at the sight of him and to be honest so were you. “I can’t say anything except for the fact that you drew me in!” You chuckle into the microphone. A smile tugging from the sides of his lips. “Do you know that moment when someone is so charming that your clothes are just starting to fall off?” You ask the large crowd as your long skirt fell to the floor leaving you in a baby pink miniskirt that was sparkling and matching your top. The fans cheered and you turned towards one of the girls that were around you motioning for her to give you the pink handcuffs. “I have to arrest you for being too hot” You say playfully as siren sounds started playing from the loud speakers and blue and red light were flashing.
He advanced to the stage with bodyguards surrounding him. You motioned for him to come on the stage as you gave him the pink handcuffs with a sly grin at the crowd that was cheering loudly clearly enjoying his presence. The big screen was reflecting his face that had a smirk on it while he took the puffy handcuffs and put them in his pocket with a wink.
The fans started cheering as “Juno” played from the loud speakers. You sang the lyrics and when it was time for the most awaited part you took Drew’s hand leading him to the front of the stage as you said.
“Tell me baby…Have we ever tried this one?” You placed your hand on his biceps as you got a leg over his shoulder while keeping it straight and the other supporting you to stand. His hand moved instinctively to your waist as you let go of his biceps, arching your back while letting your head and the upper half of your body fall back as you made a split while standing.
He trailed his eyes over your body and the crowd cheered louder than you’ve ever heard. A small smirk playing at his lips. The camera zoomed on his face as he licked his lips before saying “I don’t think so. We should tho.” He winked at you the room filling again with loud noises and giggles.
You put your leg down now standing properly still singing and he still kept his hands over your waist placing a small kiss on your neck. As the song was ending you gave him a quick kiss putting your hands around his neck as he reciprocated the kiss. The fans filming all the interactions between you two for the edits they were going to make later.
You mouthed a quick ‘love you’ to him as he climbed down the stairs of the stage to continue watching you perform from his original place. He returned to his spot next to his costars from ‘Outer Banks’ and they all cheered for him. Austin one of his best friends patting him on the back playfully.
The show was nearly ending you had two more songs to sing and you made quick eye contact with Drew. He was snapping photos of you and smiling. Your heart felt warm at the cute look on his face.
When you were done singing you got down from the stage to take some pictures with your fans and to give some autographs. “Sorry guys, I have to go, my boyfriend is waiting for me! Thank you so much for coming and I love you all so much.” You told them before starting your way backstage where you knew Drew was waiting for you.
When you got to your changing room you smiled at the sight of him. “Hey baby!” He smiled softly at you. “Hey!”
“You did so well! I’m so proud of you!” He said looking down at your small frame. “Thank you, baby. It means a lot to me that you were here.” You smile at him. Your heart filled with love and gratitude.
“Also…I can grant you that I must make time to attend every single one of your shows if it means that we’re going to be trying out new positions.”
He smirks playfully and you shove him back lightly. “Can’t wait to actually try them!” He looks you up and down with a lick of his lips.
authors note: Sorry if you see any spelling mistakes. English is not my first language and I am also writing this very late. Please share your thoughts and opinions in the comments. I am very nervous because this is the first time that I write something and I hope it makes sense yk.
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