#[ 🎸 anon ]

[ozzgin]

What if there was a shy!reader who's the biggest fan for a monster band and absolutely LOVES their music, showing up to their every show and having all of their merch. They would have the biggest crush on them too but is too afraid to do anything about it.

One day, they decided to have a meet and greet after one of their shows. You quietly came up to them to ask for an autograph but no words came out and you started to panic a little.

They looked at you like you're the most adorable thing they've ever seen and signed your poster along with your shirt without you saying anything. You bowed your head down as thanks and walked away in shyness.

Now, in every show they perform in, they would look around just to try and find one particular face, yours. The moment they lock eyes with you, they don't stop. Why would they? You're the cutest fan they've ever met.

- 🎸

That's actually such a great idea. Monster!Band, a fan favorite among the monstrous population. Unbeknownst to them, they have one singular human follower: you.

The concert venue is always crowded, so your existence remains a mystery. Not even the other attendants notice that a human frequently sneaks its way closer to the stage.

At the latest meet and greet, a pair of foreign hands reaches out for an autograph. The members take a moment to stare in silence, earning a flustered shuffle from you. Have you said something wrong? Did you skip your place in the queue? No, they simply didn't expect to see a human. As a matter of fact, it's the first time in their life. An encounter of a lifetime.

Thankfully they're quick to regain their composure, smiling and signing your merch, then following your figure with a pang of regret. It would've been improper to ask for your contact, especially before the hungry, envious eyes of other fans.

They begin searching for you every night, walking onto the stage and scanning the area with an almost pathetic need to find you. A cheeky sort of competition develops between the band mates, taking turns in approaching you, winking in your direction, or targeting you for interactions. You've suddenly become the lucky owner of several items thrown into the crowd; the priceless goods always land in your hands.

You might think of yourself as their biggest fan, but the beastly artists have taken quite an interest in you, too. That photo you managed to snap after their show? It's the lead singer's phone wallpaper now. Remember the time your bracelet somehow flew at the feet of the guitarist? He was ready to kick it away, until he realized it's yours. It is now his most prized possession.

Indeed, it seems that the fan behavior is slowly shifting the other way around. If only they'd find a way to get closer to their human.

[ditzydoe444]

hi lovely, me again!

this time one thing i can’t get out of my mind is reader with a high sex drive. light sky rocket high. she wants him aaaaaall the time, and it’s basically constantly jumping on him and wanting something.

and to him she’d be such a pathetic little thing. humping things around without even noticing because she is so horny she can’t help herself! and she’d literally beg for jason to fuck her, no matter where. he wants her mouth? she is taking it, better than nothing. ass? sure! make it hurt so she can use the pain as a reminder that she actually got fucked.

sometimes he’d feel guilty and like he broke this sweet young girl into basically a nymphomaniac? yes. but after she looks at him with those sweet eyes and literally begs to be filled, he is only man and can’t say no…

-🎸 (sorry if i got carried away, love ya!)

MDNI 18+

jason todd x reader

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

▐ vaginal sex, fingering, unprotected sex, brief mentions of cream pie, oral (m) receiving, humping, slight mentions of corruption??

you were a horny mess constantly, jumping into jason’s arms the moment he got home because he looked too good after a long day of fixing cars. you would snuggle into the crook of his neck and inhale his musky scent, slightly smoky, with a hint of petrol smell from the garage. the scent drove you wild. you whined as you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, giving him wet kisses along his neck as you begged him to fill you up.

when you wanted it constantly, you wanted it constantly. even when jason was driving on the highway, you on the passenger seat as you placed his free hand on your clothed cunt. “please jay, just the fingers,” you pleaded your eyes wide and innocent as if you didn’t just get fucked right before you got into his truck. though jason could never refuse you, his fingers knuckle deep as you watched them glisten with your arousal, your cunt making the most lewd noises.

you didn’t care as long as you had something filled. so it meant sucking jason off after date night when he drove back home, you bent over the console as your nose was close to his pubes, your hand stroking his fat cock. “let me take care of you yeah?” you whispered as you lazily kissed along his cock, before planting a wet kiss on his sensitive tip. jason loved it, the way you felt drove him insane, your mouth all loving and warm just for him.

you were always so accomodating, allowing him to fuck you anywhere even in your ass. “ok jay,” you beamed, already bent over with your plump ass up in the air ready for him the moment he said he’d do it. essentially, you were his own personal toy, and there was nothing more satisfying than seeing his cum leak out of every single hole. mouth, cunt, ass.

sometimes, he would make you beg and work for it; after all, he can’t spoil his girl all the time can he? this made you hump every single damn surface, pillow, bed, edge of the couch, you name it.

though at times he felt guilty, the way he turned you from a neighbourhood sweetheart, all innocent and sweet to a horny mess who needed to be filled. but after all, a man needs attention.

[beloveds-embrace]

Hey Noona I only recently started reading your post and I absolutely love feral reader x 141 do you think you could give us some more crumbs please. Also I don't think anyone is using the guitar so..

-🎸

omegaverse masterlist

You moved like smoke; that was something all of them agreed on.

Simon didn’t miss much- he’d built his name on that- but you still surprised him sometimes. The way you slipped between trees on recon like his callsign, the way you could vanish into a hallway if he blinked wrong. You weren’t trained to be stealthy. You were made for war.

And yet, he found himself following your shadow more often than not.

This time, it was during a routine sweep. Just you and him, clearing an abandoned building after a skirmish. Your body language was different when it was only the two of you- still tense, but less so. Your head tilted toward sounds like a wolf scenting the wind, body coiled and ready, even if there was no one left to fight.

Simon didn’t speak as you moved, didn’t call attention to your hyper-focus, didn’t ask questions when you sniffed the air like you wished you could smell it. The scent blockers dulled everything down to sterile hospital scent. Still, you looked toward the open window like it offered freedom even if you both knew it was far away.

When the sweep came up clear, he watched you stand in the middle of the room and pause. Completely still. Listening.

Then, you looked back at him.

Your eyes weren’t wide or scared. Just watchful. Sad. Tired. Those big, sad eyes that never fail to tug at what’s left of his heart- even though he’d never, ever admit outloud.

He approached slowly, hands open, palms visible. You didn’t flinch when he reached for your muzzle. Didn’t expect him to take it off; you knew better than that.

Instead, he brushed his gloved fingers along the jawline of it, slow and gentle. A meaningless gesture, maybe. But not to you. You blinked at him once, slow. A silent thank-you, in your own way.

He tapped a knuckle gently against your collar. “You solid?”

You nodded once, slow and Hesitant.

Simon didn’t push. He just stepped beside you and stood quietly for a while, looking out the same window you had.

Two shadows in a room made for war, pretending- just for a minute- that peace could exist in the silence.

[laceyfaeryy]

hi lovely!

i was thinking about hole inspection and i can’t decide if it fits better with simon or jason or both😫

but the thought of one (or both) of them taking their sweet time to inspect their baby girl’s little holes is soooo hot!

and they’re do it in such a degrading way too, having her stay in all fours while they check her pouty mouth, tiny cunt and warm ass. they’d fishhook or pull really tight around her holes to keep it open and give them a good look, then stretching and testing it with fingers and whatever else came to mind.

but is not like they are being mean or anything! no, daddy just has to take a good look at their baby, to make sure they are being a sweet good little girl.

-🎸, from your other blog <3

MDNI 18+

mentions of: hole inspection

“open wide sweet thing,” jason cooed as he gently squished your your soft cheeks with his hand, forcing your plush lips open in a small ‘o’ before shoving his long fingers into your mouth. “‘m just checking you out ok baby? need to make sure you are taken care of,” he tone soft as he pushed his fingers around, your prying your your mouth open. your saliva coated his long fingers as he explored your warm wet mouth, a content hum leaving his lips before pulling them out, a string of saliva connecting forming. “need you to open wider sweetheart, don’t slack off yeah?” his other hand grabbing your chin, putting it in place before shoving his fingers back in making you gag slightly. “just checkin’ to make sure you’re ok sweetheart, don’t exaggerate it yeah?”

he then moved to the other side of the bed, his large hands kneading the softness of your ass before sliding to your cunt. “gonna check here too, that alright with you sweetheart?” you nodded shyly, your cheeks flushed with your hair slightly messy, the remaining drool slightly smeared against your puffy lips. “just need to take a good look at you,” his voice hoarse as he gently stretched you out, his long fingers exploring your small cunt. you, his angel remained completely unaware, a small hum leaving your lips as your cheeks started to heat up. “need you to loosen up sweet, you’re grippin’ onto me.”

whenever you tried to protest a harsh slap would land your ass, “come on, don’t act up yeah? be a good girl.” it was clear that you were getting worked up, that jason was doing nothing but simply checking. the lack of movement and attention on your cunt made you needy, you wiggling your hips desperate for something. he lets out a low tut when you tried to grind on his fingers, pulling out before stretching you out. “stop movin’ sweetheart, daddy needs to take a good look yeah?”

[allisluv]

Hii here with like kinda angsty thought: how would finnick react if reader flinches during an argument? Like he raises his hand to scratch his neck or smth, but she gets the wrong message??

-🎸

old habits die hard.

pairing: finnick o'dair x fem!reader

content warnings: reader has been in a previous abusive relationship. mentions of previous arguments and abuse, flinching, hurt/comfort, established relationship, improved communication at the end, angst with a happy ending.

word count: 546

It happens so quick.

One minute, you're arguing with Finnick, and the next, he's raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck. Your brain whirls into overdrive and you flinch, hands flying up to protect your face.

As god-awful as it sounds, it is an instinct by now. Living with your ex has thrown you into a permanent state of fight or flight. You've been dating Finnick for the better part of six years and the thought of him raising a hand to you has never even crossed your mind. It's just your luck that your ex's actions have taken permanent residence in your psyche.

Dread runs through your veins when you hear Finnick inhale a sharp breath. You lower your hands from your face, but the devastated look on your boyfriend's face makes you want to hide away again.

Tears are gathering on Finnick's waterline and he furiously blinks them away. He bites his bottom lip to stop it from trembling and says, "I would never."

You don't trust yourself to say anything, so you're quiet instead. You know Finnick isnt the type of guy to lay so much as a finger on you. You know that, but still, deep down, there's a nagging feeling that says, what if?

You never thought your ex would hit you, either.

Finnick sighs, running a hand down the length of his face. "Can I give you a hug or do you need some space?"

The words end up getting caught in the back of your throat. When you finally manage to push through the pain, your voice is strained and broken. "I want a hug."

Finnick obliges, but keeps his hands where you can see them, just in case you change your mind. When you don't cower away from him like he had expected, he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on top of your head. He kisses above where your hairline starts. "I'm so sorry, angel."

"It's not your fault--"

Finnick cuts you off before you can get much further. "No, I shouldn't have shouted. I didn't mean to scare you. I should have walked away and came back when the both of us were calmer. I never want you to feel scared and I definitely don't want you to think that I'm going to hit you because I'm mad. I would never do that to you, and the fact I have to clarify that makes my heart ache."

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the warmth of your tears staining his cotton shirt. "I know you weren't going to hit me," you eventually say. "I know that. I-- sometimes I just forget that everyone's not like him. I'm sorry."

Finnick pulls away and cradles your face in his hands. The pad of his thumb reaches out and swipes away your tears. "Don't you dare apologise, angel. None of this is your fault, and I'm not mad. I just-- 'm sorry for scaring you. I'd never do that intentionally, you know that, right?"

You nod, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "We need to talk some more about this later, when you're ready, but for now, I think we should cuddle and watch some tv. How does that sound?"

[princessbrunette]

what habits do you think the boys have developed since they met reader??

- 🎸

rafe: speaking slower / more patience / less yelling. he’s an obsessive lover, and yeah — he still has a very quick temper and he talks to u crazy sometimes but above everything he refuses to lose you. so if he feels himself getting mad at you, he’ll ball up his fists and close his eyes and take a deep breath before talking slower and calmer !!

jj: i hate to say it guys but better self care. like he actually showers every day now can i get an amen ….. its also because he loooves showering with you, or showering at your house with all your stuff, especially cos he gets to walk around in a towel which inevitably leads to sex <3

pope: very in tune with your interests so now whenever he goes to the store and he sees something that you’d like he doesn’t even think, just picks it up like a habit. you’ve got over 50 bookmarks from him at this point because he knows you like reading and it’s literally habit for him to buy u them atp

john b: checking his closet to see if you’re in there. you get overwhelmed and upset sometimes esp after you’ve had a fight — and if the chateau is too quiet he knows you’re likely to be in a closet somewhere decompressing, sat on the floor. he used to freak out at first, calling your name wondering if you’ve run off, but now it’s like a sixth sense and he just knows if you’re in there, walking over and sliding the door open. “you good, pup?”

[nakylvr]

I have a vision… bsf fboy Dani stopping seeing other girls when she realizes she’s in love with reader and then trying to court them…

-🎸anon

omg yes 🙂‍↕️ being so confused when dani stops talking about all the girls she hooks up with and sees but you don't think on it too hard cause you assume she finally found someone to ground her, not realizing that someone is you. but then she starts doing things differently. she gets you coffee and brings it to you before you can even think of saying you need one, she's holding your bag for you while walking across the campus not saying a word, she's staring at you longer, her hands lingering on you more than they should. it's odd at first. you don't know where it's coming from or why she's doing it. she knows you like her as a friend, but she's utterly in love with you, and she's trying so hard to get you to see that. but it's hard with her reputation and being her best friend. it isn't until one night when you're both at a party that she confesses her feelings to you. it just comes out messy.

your not much of a drinker, you never were. while dani is the one who calls you to pick her up cause she's so drunk. well, your friends managed to convince you to have a few drinks. by halfway through the night you honestly forgot where you were, the music loud in your ears and people's bodies mending together. at some point some random guy is talking to you, trying to leave with you for obvious ulterior motives when dani spots it from the corner of her eye. she doesn't think, she just acts — storming towards the boy and punching him in the face before grabbing your hand and taking you outside to her car. being more sober than you for once, she checks to make sure you're okay as you stand there silently just nodding along to what she says. when you finally muster out the few words "why do you care about me so much?" she knows if she doesn't say it now then she'll never be able to. she just quietly responds "because i love you." and the two of you stare at each other for a while. you then ask her what she means and she goes "i love you, and i don't want to be with anyone but you." and she thinks she's fucked up when your already glossy eyes get more watery until you wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her.

dani stays with you the whole night. holding your hair when you throw up, bringing you water and medicine, laying down next to you. she listens to whatever you tell her to do, and doesn't argue. if you want her to go out and get you something to eat since you threw everything up, she's immediately slipping her shoes on and going. if you want her to just cuddle you until you fall asleep in her arms, she's doing it. it surprises her when you remember everything the next morning, waking her up by pressing gentle kisses on her face. you just smile when she opens her eyes, first apologizing for what happened before saying how you feel the same. her face instantly lights up as she questions if you're serious, and when you just nod she's flipping you over and immediately kissing you all over your face, neck, collarbones. all while muttering how much she loves you.

[starkeyisthelastname]

step-dad!rafe is soo 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤😵‍💫😵‍💫

-🎸

hehe 🤭 I envision step-dad!rafe as him in season 3 with that buzzcut, wearing those expensive button-downs and khakis. He is all about making money. He’s still an arrogant asshole.

He also loves to spoil you, especially when he overhears all things you want (purses, shoes, anything pink) as you talk to you're friends about it. He even started making you work for it (or at least with his cock anyway 😜)

The pretty white box was placed perfectly on your bed that read Dior. Opening the surprise, you squealed happily as the saddle bag you had been wanting was wrapped neatly in navy paper.

“You like it?” Rafe asked you as jumped on him to give him a hug. “That’s for being such a good little cock-sucking whore for me.” He laughed, rubbing his thumb over your sparkly cheek as you blushed at the naughty name.

[tsandoll]

bunnyyyyyy i can’t stop thinking about taesan + facesitting 😞😞😞😞Need it so bad

(Can i be 🎸 anon if it’s not taken?)

hi!! yes u can be 🎸 anon!! welcome ✨!

goshh the first thing i thought of when i read this just now is that he would absolutely want to hold eye contact while he's under u. he would love for u to see how much he's communicating with u with his eyes. he also loves for u to put ur hands in his hair, he thrives off of it. when u start pulling and tugging at his hair he starts eating u out more eagerly and he pulls u down more into his face like lowkey crush him!! he wants it!!

[mechs-headcanons]

TS doesn’t like being called a person,, not out of devaluing itself but just out of what makes it more comfortable ,, :] - 🎸

yesss,,,,

[tinyowlet]

ghost rider for 🎸 anon ! 🔥

[ozzgin]

Everyone looks so cozy on top of your head, may I join too? But rather than being on your head, I'd like to be wrapped around you like a scarf or a blanket 💗

- 🎸

I'm not sure how flexible you are, anon. Perhaps it's better for your handle and strings if you just...lay with us.

[ditzydoe444]

omg i can’t stop thinking about jason loving to toss reader around like a rag doll!

if you could write something about how he is so big and strong and she is so small, that most of the times he plays with her positions just for fun, testing to see just how much she can stretch and everything! he loves how her little body is so eager to please him!

already looking forward to see your magic!

-🎸

MDNI 18+

rough dom! jason x reader

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

mentions of: size difference, vaginal sex, a little very very brief mention dub con??

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“come on sweetheart, biggg stretch yeah?” he groaned as he watched his cock disappear in your small cunt, barely taking him in as he struggled with the last few inches. “so big jay,” you moaned as your head was shoved down into the pillow, already a drooling mess and he hasn’t even started. jason chuckled, gently tapping your cheeks, “you’re doing so well, you’re body is so accomodating sweetheart.”

jason was well aware of the size difference between you two, his larger muscular frame allowed him manhandle you like a rag doll. however, your body was more than accomodating, always bending to his will as he slammed his fat cock in you. though your cunt was a different story. even though you were flexible enough to bend to whatever position he desired, your cunt could barely take him in, like it was too small for him. “you’re always so god damn tight,” he grunted watching his cock split you half.

you were a willing little thing, always ready to comply with whatever position jason wanted. “always so good for me hm?” his large hands gently kneading the fat on your hips. he has placed you in various positions, bending you over the counter or fucking you whilst you were bent over in a 90 degree angle with your palms on the wall. sometimes if he was mad at you, he would just pick you up and slam you down on his cock, it was free use at his house.

jason could easily lift you and fuck you anytime and anywhere, and god did he love it. “think you can spread your legs a little further sweetheart?” his large hand gently tapping your ass, making you push it out even higher in the air. “mhmm,” you moaned, spreading your legs even further.

you were like his own personal flesh light, that was a little too small for his cock but he made it work.

jason had the bed creaking in a matter of seconds, his thrusts knocking the wind out of your lungs as you gripped onto the sheets, your body moving with each thrust. “doin’ so well, so god damn tight.”

god you were always so god damn tight.

there was something about the way that your cunt couldn’t even take him fully, cock struggling to go back in with each thrust as you clench around him. “you know, since this little pussy is so god damn tight, maybe i can fuck your ass one day yeah?”

he was going to split you in half.

jason spreads your cheeks, as he watches your ass clench around nothing. “it’s so desperate to be filled sweetheart, how about i give it some love yeah?”

[castleaudios]

Ranger love children and once Claire and Ranger get together, them, beautiful and Genevieve are on babysitting duty with Isla

(someone pls create a fanfic about this 🙏 I'll pay u)

-🎸

They're already all on babysitting duty XD But Isla has absolutely claimed Ranger as her favorite pack member even if they're not pack yet

[eddiesghxst]

Virgin pirate eddie getting his dick sucked by mermaid reader who has slightly pointy teeth and a pretty voice that he cant help but just finish on her face- 🫣

🎸<3

ohhh….oh my god🧎‍♀️

he feels like he’s looking into the sun as he looks into your eyes, but he can’t stop staring, so mesmerized as you lick up the length of his leaking shaft. you’re the prettiest creature he’s ever seen and you’re fisting at his cock like your life depends on it— it kind of does, since eddie agreed to set you free from his net you’d ended up getting caught in.

it was your idea, to have this little exchange between you two, and eddie wouldn’t dream of saying no to someone with swirling pools of gold and ice for eyes.

“i’m gonna…i’m gonna cum.” eddie mumbles, tummy clenching as he feels himself near the end. you sink your head lower between his thighs to nip at the soft inner skin of his thighs with your sharp teeth and eddie’s a goner— cumming in thick ropes onto your face. sticky white strings of cum dripping down your cheek and chin before you raise your head to wrap you lips around his tip, tasting what he has left to give. your tail snaps against the surface of the water, like you’re wagging it in approval and eddie fucking whimpers like a god damn fool and you hum, sucking and licking everything he’s got to give.

eddie, like a fool, begs you to come back and visit <3

[allisluv]

Hii I didn't see it in your guidelines but it might be triggering so I'm so sorry if I did can you Finnick taking care of reader after a suicide attempt?? I'm so so so sorry if I triggered you I really hope I didn't I'm so sorry again.

-🎸

better days are coming.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!victor!reader

summary: after a rough patch, you turn to the unthinkable, but your boyfriend is there to help you through it.

trigger warnings: depression, crying, feelings associated with a failed suicide attempt, mentions of a failed suicide attempt, pre-established relationship, mentions of the hunger games/death, ptsd, nightmares.

authors note: this fic deals with heavy topics and may be triggering to some people so please make sure you are in the right headspace to read this. my inbox is open if you are struggling. there are people that care about you.

word count: 802.

When Finnick asks why you did it, you don't really have an answer for him. Not a solid one, anyway. The truth is, you don't know why you did what you did. Sure, you'd been feeling down since winning The Hunger Games, but according to the other victors in your tiny village on the shore of District Four, it was normal to feel that way. In fact, it was expected.

Mags had once said to you that The Hunger Games changed everyone in some way or another. She had said that nobody came out unscathed. You couldn't have possibly understood what she meant; at the time, you were only fresh out of the arena and the prospect of what was to come was the last thing on your mind.

The first few weeks back home had been easy. You simply woke up, fell back into your usual routine with Finnick, and tried to go back to being normal, blissfully unaware that there would never be a day where you would feel anywhere close to normal again.

Your victory tour was when it began. You had been forced to face the families of the fallen tributes, some of whom had died at your hands. Then the nightmares started, and the insomnia, and the overwhelming fear that you would never feel better again. It started slowly. It crept up on you, like a shadow that grows as the sun comes out from behind the clouds.

So, when Finnick asks why you did it, it's a lie to say you don't know. It would be more fitting to say you just don't know where to start. It's hard to explain how you feel both everything and nothing all at once. It's something that you don't understand yourself, so how on earth is anyone else meant to know what you mean?

You didnt expect to wake up, so when your eyes flutter open and you see Finnick with his head in his hands by your beside, dread floods your veins. You know that Finnick has every right to be angry, but the mere thought makes you want to be sick.

Finnick's sea-green eyes snap up when you toss in the bed. His hand flies out to grip your own, his grasp firm and tight around your fingers, as if he's afraid that you'll slip away if he lets go. "Hi," he whispers, voice hoarse from not speaking for so long.

"Hi," you whisper, rolling onto your side to get a better look at him. There's dark circles under his puffy eyes and his pretty pink lips are tipped down in a frown. A lump starts to form in your throat and it borders on painful as you try to swallow it down. You shift uncomfortably.

Finnick's brows knit together. "Are you in pain? Should I call a doctor?" His voice is soft and gentle, more gentle than you deserve, and that's the final thing to push you over the edge. Tears spill out over your waterline. "Oh, honey," he whispers, climbing onto the double bed and nestling in beside you. He pulls you into his warm arms and you go willingly, melting into his touch.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, burying your face in his white shirt so you don't have to look at him.

Unfortunately for you, Finnick knows exactly what you're trying to do. He coaxes you to pull away slightly and when you do, he tips your chin up with his pointer finger and thumb, forcing you to look him in the eye. "You don't have to apologise, baby."

"You're not mad?"

Finnick sighs. "I'm not gonna sit here and say that I'm thrilled you tried to kill yourself. I'm mad at the situation but I'm not mad at you, baby. I just-" he blows air out through his lips. " Why didn't you talk to me?"

This time when you try shrink away from his gaze, he lets you. Your response comes muffled into the fabric of his t-shirt. "I don't know. I-- I wasn't thinking. I mean, I was, I knew what I was doing, but it was like I was moving on autopilot. It didn't really sink in until after I'd done it. I know I'm not making much sense. I just-- I wanted it to stop."

Finnick kisses the top of your head. "You wanted what to stop, honey?"

"I just wanted everything to stop. I felt so lonely and I..."

Finnick sucks in a breath and unsteadily blows it back out. "Okay." He kisses the top of your head once more and breathes in the smell of your vanilla shampoo. "Okay," he repeats, smoothing his fingers through your hair. "I just... I wish you'd told me, 'cause you're not alone. No matter how alone you feel, I promise you're not alone."