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Sinner - Robin Buckley x fem!reader

pov - the pastors daughter has a liking towards Robin. but one thing led to the other.

tw - homophobia

It was Hawkins, Indiana, Spring of 1985. Robin Buckley had found herself in, as Steve Harrington would like to say, quite a pickle.

She had fallen head over heels in love with another girl. But this girl was not just any other girl. This girl was the pastor's daughter. The most homophobic man in the entire town's daughter. Robin knew that y/n, the pastor's daughter, wasn't homophobic because they had made out three times so far but that didn't stop her from being terrified.

Currently the two were testing their luck. They had decided to have a sleepover at y/n's house. The two girls were on her bed, y/n sat on Robin's lap as they made out. There was a movie playing the background, some boring 70's film that neither of them had seen before and y/n had her hands on the back of Robin's neck, Robin had a hand in the girls thigh, the other holding her jaw.

They had been at this for thirty minutes before the door swung open. "You're fucking joking," her father whispered. He glared at his daughter's back, making eye contact with Robin.

"Sir, I-"

"Shut up!" He screamed at Robin. "If you want to do all that queer stuff under my house, you will leave!" He shouted, grabbing y/n by her hair, yanking her off the bed and onto the floor. "I will not have a sinner in my house!"

He pulled his daughter out of the house by her hair, Robin following right after. He threw her out the door and slammed it shut. It was pouring rain and the two girls were soaked.

"Oh Gosh- Y/n, I'm so sorry," Robin began to say, trying to help the girl up.

Y/n pushed her away and glared at her in disgust. She gave her the exact same look her father had given her. "I knew this was a mistake. That you were a mistake," Y/n sobbed. "You fucked up my life, Rob. Are you happy now? Are you happy?" She screamed.

The girl stood in front of y/n, her eyes wide open. She tried to speak but couldn't. "God, how could I be so stupid!" Y/n sobbed.

Y/n had fortunately left her car out in the drive way with her legs in the seat. She got in her car and drove off, leaving Robin on her front yard, crying. Luckily for Robin, y/n lived right next to Steve's house and she just had to walk across the street. She pounded on the door, tears streaming down her face.

Steve opened the door and immediately let her in. "You good?" He asked, leading her to the living room. "What's wrong?"

"Y/n," Robin sobbed. "Her dad found us and kicked her out and she said... she said I r-ruined her life."

Steve hugged the girl and tried to reassure her. His heart was breaking for the girl. "You know how her father is. She is just scared, she doesn't think you ruined her life."

That night, Robin had fallen asleep on Steve's couch. Steve let her shower, made her dinner, and they watched movies until she passed out.

That same night, y/n cried to Chrissy Cunningham. She had told her that her father got her having sex with a boy from the neighbouring town and kicked her out. Chrissy instantly told her that she can stay at her house for as long as she needs and comforted her broken friend.

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The next day, y/n was dressed in a jean skirt and a white crew neck. She had straightened her hair and her makeup was perfect hiding her swollen eyes and dark bags. Robin watched as the girl walked into their first period and sat up front, away from her. Her best friend, Chrissy, sat next to her with her boyfriend trailing behind her. Slowly people sat down and y/n was laughing and chatting with her friend group. Robin knew she was staring but she didn't care, she needed y/n to look at her... but she never did. She completely avoided eye contact and acted like they never knew each other. It was nothing new though, that's how it was everyday but Robin was hoping y/n would look a little less perfect. Maybe even sad.

Once the bell rang, Robin shot up and tried to catch y/n in the hallway. She grabbed the girls arm and watched as y/n looked at her. "Can I help you?"

"Um... can we talk?" Robin nervously asked, not letting go of her hand. "Please."

Y/n looked behind her to Chrissy and told her she'd be right back. The two girls walked to an empty class room.

"What do you need, Rob?"

Robin sighed and looked around the room. "Are you just gonna act like nothing happened?" Y/n had a confused look on her face but Robin knew it was fake. "Don't act dumb. You're friends aren't here. Does Chrissy know what happened?"

Y/n laughed and looked at her like she was crazy. "You're insane. Do you know what would happen if this... if we got out? My entire future would be gone. I would have to move towns. I'd have to move states, Rob. This would seriously ruin me."

"What about me, y/n?" Robin shouted. "What about me, huh? You were the best thing that has ever happened to me, I can't just go on with my life acting like this never even happened. Y/n, I love you."

"Don't say that."

"I am in love with you."

Y/n looked like she wanted to say it back. Like the words were about to explode from her chest, but she refused to say them. Instead she said three different words.

"That's a sin."

The three words she was told her entire life. The three words she knew before she knew 'I love you'.

Robin scoffed and shook her head. "I can't believe you."

"Rob, my uncle was murdered when I was five," Y/n blurted out. "Because he was gay and was having... relations with another gay man. They never went after the guy that killed him because the cops said he deserved it. We didn't go to his funeral because my dad said he deserved it. When I was 5 I thought my uncle was murdered because he deserved it."

Robin was at a loss for words, something that rarely ever happened.

"I want you but not that life. Rob, I don't see myself ever marrying a girl. My future is with a man that makes 6 figures. I'll live in a nice two story house with 4 kids. My husband and I will always argue but never get a divorce because we're both Catholic. We will go to church every Sunday. He'll cheat on me. My kids will hate me. I'll be miserable my entire life-"

"It doesn't have to be that way."

"Yes it does, Rob. It does. I'll be miserable my entire life because... because I'll always wish it would've been you instead of him. And we'll go for brunch once a year but nothing will happen because I am loyal."

Robin sobbed and shook her head. "Please." Y/N hugged the girl.

"It's going to be okay, Robi. I promise. It's how it's supposed to be. Maybe in another universe."

Robin held on tight to the girl. "I love you."

"I love you," Y/N whispered, tears falling down her face.

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Sunrise - Finnick Odair x fem!reader

pov: 15 year old tribute, y/n, gets scared but luckily Finnick Odair is there to calm her

"Help!" She sobbed. Her voice was croaky and she was coated in dirt and blood and lord only knows what else.

The small group of tributes were sitting near the beach. Finnick Odair, Katniss Everdeen, Johanna Mason, and Peeta Melark surrounded the fire and were trying to cook fish for food. Suddenly, something made them all stop. A scream. A young girl was screaming for help, fear filled her voice. Peeta recognized her as the girl from District 9. she was the winner of the 73rd Hunger Games, at just 13 years old. The, no 15 year old, girl was running out of the trees and looking around. Tears were streaming down her face as she made eye contact with Katniss. The girl collapsed into the sand and sobbed.

Finnick quicky stood up but Katniss grabbed his wrist. "You don't know h-"

"Katniss, she's 15. She needs help," Finnick told her, walking away, Peeta following shortly after.

The young girl was sobbing when they got to her. "Please, please, help," she begged the men.

"We're not gonna hurt you," Peeta told the girl, walking up to her like she was an injured deer.

Finnick crouched down to the girl. "Are you hurt?" He asked her.

She hesitated before shaking her head and then she nodded and then shook her head again. "They're hunting me," she whispered looking around Her eyes were wide opened and he could tell she hadn't slept since she got here. "Gloss. Gloss is gonna kill me. She told me, she was gonna kill me."

Finnick looked at the boy next to her. "Peeta, get Katniss and Johanna and tell them to watch out, I'm gonna take her to the water to calm down."

Peeta nodded and ran back to the girls. Finnick helped the fragile girl stand up and slowly walked her to the water and then helped her sit down. She had stopped talking and her jaw was clenched shut. Her limps were twitching and she was making sounds. The last time he saw someone like her was with his fiancee, Annie.

"I'm Finnick," he whispered, watching as she nodded. "You're y/n, right?" Another nod. "You're a very brave girl, y'know that?" The small girl looked up at him, tears in her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered. Finnick's heart hurts for her. She was too young to be here. He knew she was capable of surviving though, she had dominated her games at just 13 but for now, she was just a little girl.

Finnick carefully picked the small girl up, she immediately tensed up and grabbed his bicep. "Trust me?" He asked, another nod. He told her to rest her head and slowly cleaned her hair. The water around them turning red and brown. "How old is your brother?"

"I have a big brother. You are like him," she whispered.

"You have a lot of family?" He asked, trying to distract her so he could start washing the blood and dirt from her hair.

"You might win," Finnick told her. Y/n shook her head.

"He's 19. I have a sister too, she's eight."

Finnick nodded and smiled. "What about your parents?"

"Mom passed away giving birth. I was going to have another brother but complications. My dad works the fields. So does James and I."

"James is your brother?" Y/n nodded slowly. Her eyes were focused on the sunset and Finnick knew that look in her eyes all to well.

Y/n looked at him. "I don't want to die."

"Gloss is gonna kill me."

"Not when you're with us."

Finnick led her to the small group. Katniss and Peeta watched the girl as she sat down. Johanna gave her a grin and took a bite off of her fish. "Y/n, this is Katniss, Peeta, and Johanna."

The young girl reminded him of all the younger kids he mentored. Maybe he could save her. Finnick slowly helped her up. "Are you hungry?" He already knew the answer. She was skinny and pale. Starving, dehydrated, sleep deprived.

Y/n looked at each of them, scanning them. She watched all their games before, studied them as soon and she found out she would be sent back into the arena. She was fully aware of how she is supposed to protect Katniss

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newspaper - finnick odair x fem!reader

"I too used to want him to be proud of me"

Y/n was sat on the new, leather couch in the back of the train. She kept her eyes on the floor and was listening to Finnick Odair talk to this year's District four tributes.

The female tribute tapped on Finnick's shoulder. "What's wrong with her?" She whispered, making sure y/n couldn't hear her. They watched as she would twitch every now and then and never looked up from the floor.

When the train got to the capitol, Finnick went and got the girl, carefully leading her by her hand. "C'mon, love," Finnick smiled. The two tributes watched the interaction.

"She had a bad game. Couldn't handle winning very well," Finnick told them. "She's the sweetest girl you'll meet though, she just needs to get used to you guys first."

Y/n looked up and her eyes roamed the train. "Where are we, are we here," She asked, her hand going to hold onto his arm.

"Yes. Are you ready?" Y/n nodded and sighed.

"Hey, pretty lady," Johanna Mason announced, going to hug the girl.

For the rest of the very long night, y/n held onto his arm, refusing to leave his side. All the other victors were used to it. Ever since y/n had won her games, they were always together. On the rare occasion they weren't, y/n would be with Johanna Mason.

Y/n dropped Finnick's arm and hugged the older lady. "Hello."

"Hey, Finnick."

"How've you been?"

Finnick and Johanna started talking, bragging about their tributes. Johanna looked at the girl, who had a smile on her face. "How've you been, sweetheart," Johanna asked calmly.

She had heard about the girls 'freak out' a few weeks ago. Y/n had killed two peacekeepers and severely injured herself. Her leg was healing but she still walked with a slight limp.

"Good." The girls eyes were still on the ground and still wide open. "I've been good."

"I'm glad. Well, I'll see you two around." Finnick hugged her goodbye and she walked away.

Finnick looked at the younger girl. "You doing alright, love?" He whispered into her ear, earning a nod from her. "Okay, good. Remember, if anything happens, say something. We can leave whenever."

Y/n nodded her head. "Okay."

Y/n and Finnick had got into their room, it was bigger than even what they were giving in District 4. She has changed into her pajamas and was standing, waiting for Finnick, chewing on her nails.

Finnick moved her hand from her teeth. "Don't ruin your pretty nails," he said.

"Sorry." He led her over to the bed, pulling the blankets so they could lay down. "I can do it myself," she mumbled, pushing him slightly. She took the blankets from the beds, stumbling slightly over her own feet. She was mumbling something under her breath but he couldn't seem to catch what it was.

Finnick could sense something was wrong. She refused to make eye contact and she was biting on her lip. "Y/n?" He whispered, grabbing her hands when he realized that she was pulling on her hair with her left hand.

"Get away," she mumbled, pushing him with force. He stumbled backwards but didn't fall.

"Sweetheart, let's sit down."

"Stop. Just... Just stop. I can do things for myself," she told him, her bottom lip trembling. "I can... I can do things myself I don't need you to baby me. I'm an adult. I'm not 15 anymore."

She was pacing back and forth, Finnick let her walk knowing this was better than the things she normally does when she's upset. He would rather her pace than throw something or hurt herself.

"I'm not a baby. I'm 19. I'm grown, I ca-can. I can make my own fucking bed," she scoffed, raising her voice.

Finnick slowly walked over to her, he grabbed her hands to stop her from scratching at her neck.

Y/n shoved him as hard as she could, pushing him over. "I'm not a child!" She screamed at him, tears falling from her eyes. "I can do stuff."

"Let's go to the window, honey," he whispered gently.

Finnick grabbed her from behind, holding her arms to her chest. She threw her head back, trying to knock him out. Survival instincts kicking in. He picked her up and took her to the window. He knew that all she needed was fresh air. He kept his hold on her and noticed as she began to calm down.

"Y/n. You are not a baby and you are not a child. I know this. You are so strong and I'm so impressed with how far you've come."

"I just want you to be proud of me," she whispered. Her voice cracked and she started bawling.

"I am so proud of you, love. So insanely proud of you."

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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

fred weasley x reader

"is it a wonder I broke? let's here one more joke."

Fred Weasley was wondering the balls of Hogwarts, it was way past midnight but he couldn't seem to fall asleep. He was humming a song he heard on the radio when a faint cry could be heard from the opposite hallway. "Uh... hello?" Fred questioned. He grabbed his wand, just in case it was someone trying to prank him back.

When the got to the other hallway, he saw y/n Malfoy sitting on the floor, holding. letter in her hand. He noticed the Malfoy emblem on the back of the letter and that's when he knew, something was wrong. "Y/n?" Fred asked, walking up to her.

The girl quickly stood up and wiped her tears from her face. He watched how her whole face turned stone cold. "Weasley," she spat out. Her eyes were red and puffy and her whole body was trembling.

"Is... what's wrong?"

For a second, she dropped the act. Her lip quivered and her eyes soften. But just like that, it all went away. "I'm perfect. Something you will never relate t-"

"Do not lie to me, please."

Y/n looked away from her. "Well... it's honestly none of your business, Weasley."

"It's your parents?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

Fred watched as she opened her mouth, going to deny it. Then closed it and clenched her jaw. Giving him the answer he needed.

"They're... they're kicking me out."

"What do you mean?" Y/n didn't say anything and just handed him the letter.

Dear Y/n,

You've disappointed us, time after time. We've given you the choice to join us many many times yet you refuse? Draco has informed us about the things you've done whilst being at school and we've, your mother and I, decided that you're no longer welcome home. At the end of the year, it will just be Draco coming home and we expect you to find somewhere else to stay. No more chances, you've decided what to do and so have we. Good luck on your future endeavors. - Malfoys

Fred looked back up at y/n. A stray tear falling down her cheek. "Can I give you a hug?" He whispered. The girl nodded, falling into his chest, letting go of everything and just clinging to the taller man.

"I don't know what to do anymore. I have no one."

His heart aches, hearing her sobs. Since their first day at Hogwarts, she was portraying herself as this tough, scary, Slytherin girl. She was in unbreakable.

Until now.

Without even thinking, Fred said, "You'll come stay with me."

Y/n pulled away, looking at him like he was crazy. "I can't. Your parents won't let me-"

"Yes they will-"

"Ginny-"

"Will get over it."

"Ron-"

"Will get over it too." Fred looked into her eyes. "You have no where else to go. You will come with us for the summer."

Y/n nodded and sighed, letting her head fall back onto his chest.

"It will all be okay," He whispered, his hand going to her head. Holding her close.

The next night, Fred sat down George and talked to him.

"So... Y/n Malfoy is... coming to live with us," George repeated, earning a nod from Fred. "Does mum er dad know?"

"I sent a letter this morning."

"And Ron?"

"What about him? He doesn't control the house." George shrugged.

Honestly, he had no reason to not like Y/n, besides the fact that she was a Malfoy. He liked having her as a company, having talked to her a few times. She was quiet but funny and very honest when needed.

"Alright, I'm down," George agreed.

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sick

JJ Maybank x Maybank!reader

y/n, JJ's little sister, drinks too much at a kegger and gets sick in the night. crying to her brother.

tw. puking

JJ was woken up in the middle of the night. He looked around the room, trying to figure out what time it was. The clock next to him flashed 1:06 in bright green. Suddenly he heard the sound of someone throwing up and crying.

He carefully slid the girl he had off of his chest and walked out of his bedroom. JJ made his way to the bathroom and knocked on the door with his knuckles. "Y/N?" He asked quietly, waiting for a response. Y/n was his younger sister by two years. The two got a long pretty well, even having the same friend group.

"Come in," she mumbled.

JJ opened the bathroom door and saw his little sister slumped in the cold, tile floor. Her makeup was smeared all down her face and her hair was a mess.

"Jesus Y/N," JJ sighed. He grabbed a rag from the cabinet and got it wet before attempting to wipe her mascara off. "How much did you drink?" He asked, wiping the corners of her mouth with said rag.

JJ backed up a little, caught off guard. His sister was never one to cry. "F-for what?"

"Can not 'member," she whispered. He noticed her bottoms lip started to quiver and looked at her eyes, they were already red from drugs? or from the crying he heard earlier? He didn't know which so he assumed both. "I'm so sorry, Jay," she sobbed, letting the tears fall.

"I didn't mean t'drink. please don't be mad."

"Why would I be mad at you, peanut," he whispered, calling her the nickname he gave her when she was born. Y/n shook her head. "I will never be mad at you. It's okay, I over drink all the time. It was an accident. You just need to get it out and we'll get you t'bed. a'right?" Y/n nodded, calming herself down. "You'll be just fine, peanut."

Y/n wiped her tears. "Thanks, Jay."

"Anytime."

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Lipstick - Spencer Reid x fem!reader

"I need to go to work, y/n," Spencer Reid mumbled, trying to move the girl away. Y/n rolled her eyes and kept kissing him. He was sitting in the passenger seat of her car, outside of his work. "C'mon, let me go."

She moved down from his lips to his neck, kissing it once before moving away. "I love you," she told him, giving him a smile. Her red lipstick distracting him. "Gimme one more," Y/n said, kissing him

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Ocean Eyes

Finnick Odair x fem!reader

it's the 75th annual hunger games. Finnick finds his wife laying on the ground, blisters covering her body from the fog and helps her.

Y/n Odair was laying on the dirt. She couldn't move, she couldn't even open her eyes. All she could do was think about the intense pain she was in. Her breathing was harsh and she was slowly falling unconscious until someone picked her up. Their hands were harsh against the horrible blisters the fog had created and just added to the pain but she couldn't scream.

She gasped and her eyes opened. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's just me. It's Finnick," her husband whispered. He picked her up and walked her to the lake. Y/n's body was covered head to toe in blisters and boils and there was a large gash on her head from falling and hitting a rock.

"This is gonna hurt a little bit but it'll get rid of your ache okay, sweetheart?" Y/n gulbed and nodded.

Finnick slowly dipped her into the lake. A scream releasing itself from her chest. She tried to get out of his grib, trying to get anywhere but into the water.

"It's okay, you're okay. Please, baby."

Slowly she stopped screaming and the pain lessened.

"Shh, shh, shh," he whispered. Something he'd do whenever she was upset back home. "I'm right here. You're safe."

He used his right hand to wash off her face, tears falling from her eyes but she could finally see. Her brown eyes making contact with his beautiful ocean eyes.

"Hi, baby. It's me."

"You're okay."

"You're safe now. I got you"

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Drunk

Remus Lupin x drunk!fem!reader

Y/n and Remus are friends. Nothing more. But maybe they don't want to be just friends.

Remus Lupin was sitting at the bar, watching as his friends sang karaoke together. James Potter and Sirius Black were screaming a Queen song into the microphone but they somehow sounded really good.

Someone came and sat next to him and he immediately recognized her by her perfume. "Remmy," y/n whispered, putting her head in his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Come dance with me. Please."

Remus shook his head and laughed at the girl. "Merlin no."

"C'mon, love. Come dance. Lilly is in the toilets and now I have no one to dance with." Y/n had already started standing up and was pulling him with her, she was much stronger than she actually looked and was able to drag him to where everyone else was.

For about an hour, the two danced together. But then their friends wanted to leave and go back home. Y/n and Lilly walked together, holding hands and stumbling on the side walk in front of their boyfriends, running into each other and laughing. Y/n had almost fell off the curb and into the street but Remus grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. "Alright, you too are done," he told them. Remus put y/n over his shoulder and kept walking.

Y/n was mumbling things to Remus and although he was listening, none of it actually made sense. "Cause when- think about it. Are you thinking about it?" Remus nodded. "Kangaroos come from America. They're basically human."

"You're a human too, does that mean your from America?"

"I'm from Norway, you know this silly goose," she giggled. "But humans exist in America. My tummy hurts."

"We're almost home."

Y/n sighed and stopped talking about human kangaroos and instead she had started counting her steps. "Hundre," she whispered. "Hundre og trettifire."

And soon they made it to the apartment. Sirius and Marlene McKinnon had gone to their own, James and Lilly went to a different one and Remus and y/n walked up to theirs. The two weren't a couple, but since the other four were they had to share a room.

Y/n cheered when she walked into the apartment and immediately went to the fridge to grab a shot. "Hm, nope," Remus said taking it from her.

"Please, please. I'm thirsty," she said, dragging out the 'y'. Remus pointed to the water bottles they had. "No, please. Just one.

She tried to grab it from him and grabbed at his arms but then stopped and just looked up at him. He looked so pretty in the lighting. "Can I kiss you?" She asked.

Remus didn't say anything but just took a step back which surprised her. "I think it's best if you go to bed." He started walking her to their shared room.

Y/n just nodded. "You don't like me." He couldn't tell if it was more of a question or a statement.

"I didn't say tha-"

"So you do like me?"

"...I didn't say that... either."

The two had made it to their room and Remus went into the closet to grab her clothes to change into.

"Do you like me or not, Remus? Cause- Cause you will dance with me and you will... hold my hand and you helped me study in school and we had kiss sometimes and you act like my boyfriend. But then you turn around and go days without talking to me and... and you say the meanest things to me sometimes and you make me feel so skitt and like I'm so dumb an-and." She stopped and shook her head, tears falling from her face. "You're so confusing and I'm done trying."

"You're drunk, let's talk about this in the morni-"

"No! No! I... No. You don't like me. That's that." She silently walked to the bathroom and went to change into the clothes he gave her. Remus could hear her crying. He slept on the couch because he wanted to give her her space and was planning on what to say in the morning.

He did like y/n. He liked her a lot actually. Maybe even loved her and he never thought she felt the same way and now he was scared he ruined everything.

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Sight - Gilbert Blythe x fem!blind!reader

Gilbert Blythe was in love with a girl. A very beautiful girl. Everything about her, to him, was just absolutely stunning. He was madly in love with her.

Y/f/n was in love with a boy. A very kind and sweet boy. Everything about him, to her, just felt like home. She was madly in love with him.

Gilbert could see y/n. Y/n could not see Gilbert. Y/n couldn't see anything for that matter. Her eyesight was something she lost from a strange illness that struck her when she was six. But he then, Gilbert still loved the girl.

He'd help her when she needed it, although she'd always say she doesn't need it. He knows she does.

One day, Gilbert tied a tie around his eyes and stood at the front of the house. His lover was out for the week, at her families house a train ride away. So he had a whole week to do this.

He decided to fix the house. To try and make her life earlier. He sighed before walking into their house. The top of his shoes hit the floor board. Gilbert made a mental note.

- fix floorboard at entrance

He kept walking and tried to navigate around the house. His leg bashed against the side of the table, the sharp edge bruising his thigh.

- dull down table edge

Gilbert walked around the house carefully, until he thought he got everything.

- fix the floor at every entrance to each room

- dull down the edge of the cabinets in the living room

He spent the entire week make sure the edges of the tables and cabinets and dressers and bookshelves were no longer pointed and were round. Then he hammered down the wood at each door entrance, so she wouldn't trip when entering a room.

They were two small things but he tried.

When y/n got home, the couple walked into the house. Gilbert was carrying her back, since he got her from the train.

He watched as she raised her foot slightly when entering the house but was surprised when she didn't feel the floor graze the bottom of her shoe. She said nothing but just walked into the house.

They went to their room and her hand immediately went out of stop her from hitting the table but she was surprised when it was round and not pointy.

"Did you-?" She asked, looking around confused.

"Um, I just, I fixed some stuff around the house. To make it easier. I chipped down all the tables and dressers and fixed the floors at all the doors. Just some easy house work."

Y/n just stood there. She looked to where he was standing. "I... Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you so much."

"Yea, of course. Anything for you," Gilbert told her.

"Wow," y/n sighed. She could finally be comfortable in her own house.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you, Gilbert."

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Hallways

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Steve Harrington walked up to the apartments. He looked at the number on his hand. 219. Room 219. He walked up the steps to the second floor and counted the doors till he got to room 219. He knocked, hesitantly. Steve heard shuffling inside of the room and then the door opened. Y/f/n stood there, a straight look on her face.

"Hi," Steve said, smiling at her.

"Hi."

She moved out of the way and let him walk in. Y/n went and sat down on the bed, watching as Steve walked around and looked at the room.

"This is very... small," Steve mumbled.

"Okay."

Steve walked over to her bed and just stood there.

"Are we gonna do anything or are you just gonna stand there." Steve took his shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind him. "You just took your shirt off."

"No, I didn't."

Y/n sighed. "Okay, whatever," she grabbed his belt and pulled him on top of her.

It was two days later, Monday. Steve was messing around with his friends when someone ran into him. "Freaks," one of his friend said. Steve looked at the two people. Y/n and Eddie Munson.

"Yea, fuck off," Eddie told them. Y/n and Steve held eye contact before Eddie dragged her away. She looked behind her shoulder and saw him still looking at her.

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Dance, Darling

James Potter x fem!reader

pov: it's the night Sirius Black escapes. excspt he's not alone. y/n black, his little sister, had came with him. all she can think about is their little brother, Regulus. James Potter calms her down with a simple dance

Y/n Black was pacing back and forth. It was the night when her and her eldest brother, Sirius, had ran away. All she could think of was her youngest brother, Regulus. He was all alone, he must hate her. James Potter had helped Sirius settle down and get him a room, although the two siblings wanted to share a room for a while. Just out of fear something would happen to the other. The man was showering in the other room and James Potter was just watching y/n walk back and forth.

"You're going to leave a dent in the floor, darling," James whispered. She stopped walking and just stood there, scratching at her neck. She felt like she couldn't breathe.

"I need to go back," Y/n quickly said, walking to the door. James quickly grabbed her arm and spun her towards him. Hugging her against him. "Stop, no. Reggie. He's all alon-"

"Just dance with me. Dance, darling," James whispered.

He swayed her back and forth. "You know it's not safe to go back. They'd kill you, Regulus is probably safer with you guys gone actually. Your parents need him now."

Y/n nodded slowly. Her head falling onto the mans chest. She could hear his heartbeat. It brought a sort of comfort to her. Letting her know she wasn't alone. For once, y/n didn't feel alone.

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I cried today. And for once, you weren't the reason why.

[me10dy10]

Last Kiss - coriolanus snow x fem!reader

"never thought we'd have a last kiss..."

Y/f/n sat on her bed, her boyfriend, Coriolanus Snow was yelling at her. He ran his hand threw his blonde hair and stopped pacing. He moved and sat in front of her. Grabbing her hands gently.

"Y/f/n... I can't lose you," he whispered. "Please. You can't do this to me. The revolution... It won't work."

"We're two very different people, love," Y/n hummed, putting her hand on his cheek. She ran he fingers on his cheek, she watched as his head moved rest on her fingers. "I'm leaving tonight. I don't expect you to come with me but I wish you would."

Coriolanus shook his head, a tear falling from his eyes. "They'll kill you," he cried, his hand going to hold the one on his face. "I don't want you to die-"

"Then come with me," she begged. "Please, Cor... Please. I don't want to leave you but I can't stay here. I have to fight for what's right."

The couple just looked at each other, they both knew this was goodbye. Once y/n leaves, they could never be together again.

Coriolanus pulled the girl into a soft kiss. Their last kiss. Y/n she had to leave right after, so she made it last. She let her tears fall when she pulled away and hugged the boy.

"I love you Coriolanus Snow," y/n whispered into his ear. "I'll always love you."

Y/n stood up and sighed before leaving the room. That was the last time Coriolanus saw his love in person.

She died five years later, fighting with a peacekeeper. She was shot in the head and the news was spread across all the Districts and the Capitol.

"Coriolanus Snows ex-lover and a capitol traitor, shot dead for trying to revolte."

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Drunk - Finnick Odair x fem!reader

"and if I'm gonna be drunk... I might as well be drunk in love

Finnick Odair watched as the girl stumbled into his room. They had finally gotten home from mentoring for the 77th hunger games, their victors not winning, and it had taken a toll on his wife, y/n. She smelt like a bar floor and looked like shit.

"i missed you," she mumbled crawling into bed. She had drank as much as she could, in their living room, only stopping when she started missing Finnick.

"I missed you too, honey," he said, sighing as she curled up on his chest. "I do wish you'd stop drinking though," he whispered, knowing she couldn't hear him.

He knew it was the only way she could cope with the stress of mentoring for the hunger games. But he wished she'd find a different coping mechanism.

Y/n didn't hear anything he had said just looked up at him, a huge smile on her face. "You are so gorgeous, baby. So gorgeous," y/n giggled, running her fingers gently on his face. "You're handsome, Finnick. My Finnick."

He smiled at the drunk woman and just rubbed her back until she fell asleep. "I love you, my y/n."

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Safe

Finnick Odair x fem!victor!reader

Y/f/n sat on the train. She had won the 74th hunger games, a very brutal game. She had almost died, a fatal attack to her chest. If it was three millimeters to the left, it would have killed her.

She was on tour, going to every district to speak. She was given a script, written by her mentors Finnick and Mags. It was very boring but it made her look professional.

Y/n hadn't spoken outside of her speech's. She'd go to the district, talk, and go back to the train and sit. Everyone was very patient with the young girl, all of them understanding what she had gone through. Although Finnick and Mags had difficult games, they knew hers was atleast ten times worse.

She stared at her hands, her nails were done and her hands looked soft. Thanks to the Capitol -- thanks to President Snow -- she was taken care of. All of her cuts and bruises were healed, she looked gorgeous. Her makeup was done everyday and she had a brand new wardrobe and thousands of dollars. She was the Capitols favorite.

Finnick walked up to the girl. His steps were careful, almost like he was scared she'd snap. He sat next to her. "We're almost to District 7, you ready?" He spoke soft and slowly so she could understand him. She had lost all her hearing in her left ear.

Y/n nodded and looked up at him. For he first time, since she had won, he saw her eyes. Her gorgeous eyes. There was a harsh scar going from the top of her eyebrow to her cheek, part of her right eye obviously damaged but it somehow made her look beautiful.

Finnick stood up and held out a hand for her. Y/n placed hers on it and stood up. He didn't let go of her hand as they walked from the back of the train to the front. Right as they got to the front, they arrived to District 7.

There were siblings from this district. They had risked their lives to save y/n. Something she'd never forget. She already had tears in her eyes as she slowly walked into the District. People were cheering for her and waving. She let go of Finnicks had when she finally made it to behind the stage. There was a curtain covering where she was standing.

"Remember, your script," a lady told her and pushed her out of the curtain.

The 17 year old girl froze. She looked at the large groups of people who were all looking back at her. Then up at the families of the two siblings.

"I... I knew Cash and Harriet very well," y/n said. She decided to ignore her script and say what she felt. "They had saved me. Harriet... She was just. She was so selfless and caring and strong. And... And I tried to save her, but I couldn't," Y/ns voice started to crack and a single tear fell down her cheek. "Cash was so full of love and he adored his older sister. He had nothing but good things to say about his family. It's not fair... It's not fair that they weren't the ones that won."

At this point, y/n couldn't stop her tears. "They were loyal and amazing kids and I'll never forget them. No one should." Y/n couldn't look at the family any longer. "I'm sorry I couldn't save them, I wish it was them giving a speech instead of me. Thank you," she quickly said before hurrying off.

Mags tried to comfort the girl but y/n just shook her head and sobbed as she was walked back to the train. Finnick had a hand on her back, guiding her.

"You're alright, honey. You're alright," he whispered, keeping her away from the photographers who were following them. "Hey! Back off!" He shouted at one of them who had stood right in front of them.

He made sure no one was getting a picture of the distraught victor as they hurried to the train. Once they were all inside, y/n rushed away and into the bathroom, locking herself inside.

"I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this," she whispered repeatedly as she sat on the floor. She sat there until she stopped crying. Y/n stood up and looked in the mirror. Her makeup was fortunately water proof so none of it was ruined but her eyes were red and her head was pounding.

Finally someone knocked on the door. It was Finnick. "Y/n... Are you okay?" He asked.

She opened the door and saw the man. He held his arms open for her and let her fall into them. She didn't cry, she just stood there. Her arms wrapped around his waist, her hands holding onto the back of his shirt.

"You're alright, honey. You tried to save them, it's not your fault."

Finnick hugged the girl till the sunset, promising to keep her safe. To always keep her safe.