#• | muses — finnick odair.

[daisyjonesgf]

My help is the headcanon that both Billy and Finnick rub their girls tummy when she’s on her period. The main difference is Billy will rub her tummy and her back while Finnick rubs her tummy and uses his free hand to massage her neck and scratch her scalp

-🌾anon

correct (something I really need rn bc I'm literally nauseous asf rn)

finnick has her laying across his lap so he can have one hand massaging wherever on her stomach she needs it to deal with the cramping and he has expert scalp massaging fingers, trust.

and with billy he'll move depending on how she wants to lay, get her back if she lays on her stomach or her stomach if she lays on her back and he'll alternate when she's on her side. my personal headcannon is that billy is a really good back massager, he's got the hands for it.

[kaitlinamberxo]

“I drag myself outta nightmares and there's no relief in waking up. But... it's better not to give in to it. It takes 10 times longer to put yourself back together than it does to fall apart.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 86/100: Finnick Odair

[ofcelestialstories]

@ivycovestarters

.｡.:*☆ “Is there any chance you could maybe hand me a towel?” Finnick had not been swimming for a very long time, at this point. There was no certain reason, really. None he could put into words, at least. Just a slight unease he was feeling everytime he jumped into the water, no matter what. Whatever it was, though, it did usually fade away again once he was diving deeper. And it had been just like this today.

Now he was stepping out again, goosebumps on his skin and wter dripping from his hair. Sand was clinging to his wet feet, and Finnick did wonder if he was indeed insane for pulling a stunt like this right at the end of february.

“The water is freezing cold, I admit. And yet, I do feel very much alive right now.”

[svjetllost]

"Are we... trying to camouflage ourselves with the world’s ugliest tablecloth?" He glanced at the gaudy, mismatched explosion of colors and patterns spread across the table behind her—truly a Capitol masterpiece of bad taste, complete with their questionable idea of gourmet finger foods.

"If you step back any further, you might just become part of the décor. "He offered his arm with a flourish, the picture of effortless charm. "Come on, let’s make the rounds. I’ll even rescue you from your tragic lack of small talk skills. Consider it my good deed for the day."

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[fablesuntold]

@musingmemories sent: [ COAX ] for scenario where receiver’s muse knows they’re the only one sender’s muse will let close — For Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair ✨

“I’ve been advised that no one goes in there. President Snow’s orders. No visitors whatsoever. She’s a danger to herself and other people.” Words spoken by Head Peacekeeper sounded more like white noise to Finnick, ears ringing and practically drowning them out as though he were underwater.

Staring at the locked metal door in front of him, heart racing what felt like a million beats a minute, Finnick didn’t know what to expect once the door swung open and he passed the threshold. While he was aware that Annie hadn’t been doing too well since she’d returned from the arena, Finnick had been completely kept in the dark about her condition upon arrival back to the Capitol despite his constant questions of when could he see her again. He hadn’t been permitted passage to even talk to her, access denied with every attempt made to sweet talk his way through Snow’s goons. And now knowing that Annie had been held all alone, barricaded on the other side of that door and caged away like some feral animal to be feared? Finnick couldn’t help but to be furious. It had been an entire week. Were they even feeding her enough? Allowing her to talk to someone about the games so that she could take that first crucial step toward mentally healing?

All things he intended to find out today whether President Snow liked his little act of defiance or not. Besides, what could he possibly do to punish him? Every waking day was punishment enough. He was already suffering, even more so now with Annie just out of his reach. “Yeah well, thanks for the tip, but I can handle myself just fine.” Spoken with signature sass and a forced smirk in tact, Finnick quirked a brow and clicked his fingers to gesture toward the door. “Open it.” While he was in no position to be making demands, luckily Finnick was well adored within the Capitol which meant he had more authority there than most. If they wanted him to continue to be their puppet, then they had to give him some leeway too.

Didn’t mean everyone had to be happy about it, proven with the scowl he’d been regarded with as the keys to the door were begrudgingly unclipped from the Peacekeeper’s belt and harshly shoved into the lock until it clicked with a turn of his wrist. “You’ve got five minutes, then you’re gone.” Five minutes. What good was that going to do? Alas, at least it was something.

Inhaling a deep breath, Finnick braved a step forward until the door was slammed shut behind him.. only for his heart to sink with the sight he was met with.

There she sat facing the white wall in front of her, body trembling like a leaf and rocking back and forth, hands clamped tightly over her ears as though the very air around her spooked her to her very core.

Who could blame her after what she’d witnessed? Her fellow tribute beheaded right in front of her. “Annie..” She’d won her game, but at what cost? Her sanity? Oh how Finnick felt his stomach churn with the mere notion. “Annie it’s me, Finnick. Can you turn around and look at me..?” Deep down, he knew that if anyone was able to storm through the darkness and reach her, or even get close? It was him. They shared a connection like no other, built over the short period he’d mentored her. He wasn’t giving up on her. A promise he intended to keep even now after her game was over.

As he neared her bed, faint mutters could be heard as well as sobs. His heart ached for her. “I’m gonna get you home, okay? Back to District Four and out of this room. Maybe not today, but I promise I’ll get you out of here.” Attempting to keep his voice from wavering with pent up emotion, Finnick settled down on the edge of her bed, close but not too close. Touch could be triggering. He didn’t want to set her off and have the Peacekeepers intervene. “You’re gonna be okay. I know it feels like the world is ending, but it’s not. You’re still breathing.” He knew the feeling all too well, maybe not to Annie’s extent.. but at least he could somewhat understand if she needed to talk.

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

finnick odair isnt twitchy or panicky because having that kind of response would mean killing the people he is committed to protexting and that is intolerable

hes unflappable when hes "working" and as long as he'll have to perform. the only time finnick ever is completely genuine is home in four, completely alone and unserveiled. hes more honest with annie and mags than anyone else, but he would not let down his guard enough to be entirely genuine because thats how people die.

finnick was nearly nonfunctional in 13 because his driving force has been to protect his important people for his whole life and he failed. there wasnt anyone to protect by being "together" and there wasnt a way he could protect them anyway. the only reason he started that propo for 13 was because they were actively retrieving annie and he knew she was in the least danger of retaliation she could possibly be.

[wr1tten]

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witnessing  the  reaping  as  a  v    i    c    t    o    r  was  bittersweet;      he  couldn’t  be  thrown  back  in,    but  he  was  forced  to  get  close  to  these  people.      then  watch  them  suffer  their  ꜰᴀᴛᴇ.      this  time  would  be  worse.      annie  had  a  brightness  that  would  linger.      scorching  his  eyes,    ruining  them  for  any  other  he  might  catch  in  his  gaze.      pinky  grazed  hers,    both  their  hands  wrapped  around  the  railing,    staring  out  at  the  ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ  ˢᵏʸ.      she  would  be  in  the  arena  tomorrow.      fighting  to  stay  alive,            ❝ you  can’t  be  𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥  in  there.      you  need  to  fight,    and  fight  hard. ❞            turning,    his  hand  reaching,    touching  her  face,    for  possibly   the  last  time,            ❝ you  can  win.      we  both  know  you  can.      don’t  prove  me  wrong. ❞            it  was  stern,    a  ᵈᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ  sound  hidden  beneath.  

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@mockingjaysfm

Ashley Moore. Female . She/her ➶ i recognise that face ! primrose Everdeen, the 32 years old medic from district 12 . they’re lucky to have escaped to / district thirteen during 94th hunger games and have been here long enough to gain a reputation for being so kind & overtly trusting .  – queen . 23 . She/her . Cdt . Sa and CSA

jenny boyd . cis woman . she / her ➶ did you see them ?! they were a spectator  during the 94th games, and you know they were one of my favourites ! it’s melody ward  , the twenty three year old winner of the ninetieth hunger games! they brought great honour to district four and escaped to thirteen during the 94th games ! the world just loved them for being so funny, even if they have been known to be hardened to the world at times . 

joseph morgan . cis man . he / him ➶ did you see them ?! they were a mentor during the 94th games, and you know they were one of my favourites ! it’s finnick odair , the forty three year old winner of the year they won in sixty fifth hunger games! they brought great honour to district number and escaped to thirteen during the 94th games / three months after the 94th games ! the world just loved them for being so charming, even if they have been known to be arrogant at times .

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[kolmikalson]

[daisyjonesgf]

Okay the same reader as the fight one but imagine if someone in the band sees how much they fight and offers to take her off his hands…or goes to her about it

long blurb with mentions of drinking, drugs, smoking, and nsfw topics

me about to write another long ass blurb, but thinking about eddie pining after reader and always watching, thinking about how she could do so much better then billy fucking dunne

you're always fighting and leaving until billy calls you back or you get bored again so you show up. rarely is there apologies, sometimes he tells you that your his muse and he needs you around as some sort of half apology to say you're not replaceable with just any groupie. but you let it work on you because when things are good, they're good, he's kind, and loving, so sweet, but the bad is the worst it possibly could be. and for how you tell yourself you've always known he wouldn't pick you forever, wouldn't settle down and that you were okay with that, you just know you're lying to yourself. because when you find out that last fight you had where you stomped off afterwards and spent a couple of hours sitting in a diner crying, billy was busy getting sucked off my some other groupie, you think this might be your limit. for all you've said you'd never actually even dreamed of even looking at anyone else and the pain in your chest is so immense. it only gets worse as you listen to billy and the rest of the band perform some song her wrote about you, a confirmation of his feelings without him having to commit face to face with you. it makes your blood boil when he's singing about how regardless of everything he'll always pick you, always want you.

so when everyone finishes and he's smiling looking over at you with a, "so, what'd you think, baby?" and you pull out that slow clap you hope he knows he's done fucked up because the rest of the band sure does. and he doesn't ask if you're okay or look too concerned, just annoyed, scoffing slightly, "what now?"

"I think you're a liar and the whole thing is fucking bullshit!" You announce

"don't do this right now, we're trying to rehearse." his frustration only serves as fuel to your fire, and you look around the room to see the awkward glances around the room, eddie glaring holes into the back of billy's head.

"what? do you want me to say you did a great job, give you a kiss and hug, and then scamper off so some other girl can suck you off? is that what you want billy?"

"not right now. if you're not gonna sit there and do what you're good at, then get out of the studio. go spend some of your daddy's money, you'll get over it."

his dismissivness makes you want to scream. how dare he. why did you have to fall for someone like him? "like you've said, I'm sure you can find some other groupie to give you praise and attention. you're the fucking worst, billy."

you're storming out of the room, followed by his voice, "you're not the only pretty girl! one of so fucking many!"

you don't know how long you've spent sitting on the cold cement, back up against the building as you smoke a cigarette. trying desperately not to cry because you just want him to love you the way movies told you men loved. but this wasn't a movie, he was a fucking rockstar and you were in fact just another groupie who he was sick of. the way you wanted to cry was embarrassing and you quick wiped away any stray tears when you heard footsteps approaching.

"mind if I join you?" and there was eddie, trying to give a comforting smile. you shook your head and he sat down, your offered him a cigarette which he took, for a while it was silent. "you deserve better."

you laughed, "yeah, maybe." no, you knew you did, but you didn't want better. you were too attached to billy dunne. "did he call some kind of break or did you just storm out? bet he'd love that."

eddie chuckled, he loathed billy, so the latter would've been just fine with him. "called a break." you thought about how right now billy was probably busy getting fucked by some other girl, some other groupie who had patiently waited her turn. you didn't mean to sniffle, but you did. suddenly eddie's lips were on yours, you wanted to lean into the soft, loving comfort but you couldn't. it felt wrong.

"eddie-" you muttered as you pulled away.

"he doesn't see you like I do, you deserve to be treated so much better, and he's stupid for not being able to see that. just because he's the lead singer doesn't mean you have to be stuck as his groupie, especially when he treats you like you're disposable."

"eddie, I can't do that to him. it's wrong."

"he does everything he can with other girls except fucking them, you're allowed to have something."

"well, I'm just me and he's billy goddamn dunne."

"he's just billy dunne, and you're strong, perseverant, beautiful, funny, compassionate, the whole damn package." you snort through the laughter which makes him smile, and you feel bad because he's sweet, you like him, but you've had a taste of billy and are desperately trying to hold onto ship. "he's too lucky, let me give you what you deserve-"

"what's going on?" billy's voice interrupts the rest of eddie's speech that you honestly might have fallen for, if you focused on the actually being able to constantly feel appreciated by some someone. eddie glares at the other man.

"we're talking." you say softly as billy walks closer. he holds a hand out to you expectantly.

"come inside with me, baby. let's talk in private." eddie's eyes are urging you to refuse, to stay with him, but you don't heed the look. so you take billy's hand a and let him lift you off the ground.

and it's hard to miss the way eddie gazes at you after the that, the way he comforts you post arguments and reminds you not to take it to heart, and you feel bad that the way you burn for billy is a forest fire compared to the way you burn for eddie. and he spends his days waiting for you to realize billy was never worth the struggle and to have him instead.

@nomorespahgetti

[sapphiredhearts-a]

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ?

the  ghost .   it's an odd thing, to feel so far from grounded and yet trapped, tethered, unable to escape. there's more you have to do! so why can't you move? i'm sure you have an answer to that, at the very least in the back of your mind. people love to say that ghosts hold grudges or haunt for revenge but they always get it wrong; you're stuck because something or someone chained you down and left you there. you try and reach out to all those bright people who pass through your life, but it rarely feels like it does much more than knock a cup off the table, blow some papers into the air. i need you to trust me- they see it. they're listening. they'll keep looking for you and, eventually, they'll be able to see you too.

tagging:  you reading this !

tagged  by:  @patentyd ( ty so much !! )

[svjetllost]

"I'm a collector of sorts. What do you collect?"

She’d be a good addition. Katniss wouldn’t like her, but then again, Katniss didn’t seem to like anyone—not that she was in the know. Her acting was… a work in progress. There were flashes, though. Moments where even Finnick caught glimpses of something more. Maybe not the symbol everyone whispered about, but something.

He’d watched the Games, of course. His own District tributes hadn’t lasted long, but like the rest of Panem—Capitol and Districts alike—he’d kept an eye on the ones who did. And lo and behold, two of them made it out. That was why they were all here again. Because two victors had made Snow look weak. Because the Games were no longer a one-way street. Because there was hope.

How awful.

"Nimue. I’ll remember that." He already knew, of course. Had made a little profile, familiarized himself with her Games. She’d be a useful ally. And he’d been told to choose someone, so why not her? In some ways, they were alike. Maybe in the way all war-worn children were. Maybe in other ways, too. He supposed he’d find out soon enough.

"They’re already grumpy about last year—two winners. Not much else they can do to us. Pretty soon, they’ll just start killing us in the arena." He flashed a grin, easy and sharp-edged. "So we might as well enjoy ourselves while we can. Come on, let’s see—close combat, right? Knives? Maybe you can even try to get to me."

Like Districts 1 and 2, his own District trained Careers. It wasn’t as widely known, but they took pride in it all the same. And if they had to play along, might as well put on a show.

It was a unique insight. Finnick knew fish and fishing. He may not have had to work in the industry, but you picked things up simply by existing in a space. Nimue knew plenty on the training of Peacekeepers and the weaponry of the Capitol, for instance. It helped with versatility in the arena, but she tended to stick to knives and smaller swords, or hand to hand. She had some skill with a bow, but they all had to know that the bow was going to Katniss. The way Nimue figured, this was going to be a big show, they'd make sure everyone had their favored weapon.

"I understand the fish. I, too, like shiny things." The was a sage nod to her words, as if the desire for shiny was undeniable. "Not to eat, of course. I sort of just hoard little knick-knacks. Which... probably sounds dumb." Her brows knit at herself, gaze dropping to attempt repeating his actions with a light frown. Why should he care about her weird birdbrained collection of useless things?

Alliances weren't really on Nimue's mind--- after all, why bother when she didn't intend to survive? Not that the others knew she was essentially here to die, of course. Her gaze flicked to the fishing line. It would work as a garrote, if you were willing to sacrifice your own hands in the process or had gloves. Near invisible, it could trip someone up, depending on environment. ---What would that be? Somewhere with fish, she was certain.

Deep brown doe's eyes flicked up to the taller man. "You're Finnick, I don't really think you need an introduction, at this point." Darling of the Capitol and all the prestige, comforts, and horrors that came with that. She'd never been in the position, but she had a feeling it wasn't a good one. Being in the Capitol's sights was never pleasant. Whether he knew her or not didn't matter to her--- though not knowing your competition would be dumb. And not introducing yourself anyway would be rude. "Nimue. I'm Nimue. I prefer keeping it at that." A lack of association with her surname, as always.

A brow rose at the offer. Training together? That was typically frowned upon, wasn't it? Getting to see fighting styles, learning weaknesses early... but they weren't freshly reaped children. They'd seen each other fight. Finnick favored a trident, extending his reached. She favored close combat. "We could try, but the gamemakers might get grumpy, you know." Grumpy? An almost innocent word choice. Unlike Finnick's act, though, Nimue didn't seem to know how to have an act. She seemed awkward, anxious even.

[svjetllost]

The beds in District 13 were too hard, but that didn’t bother him much—not when they had a room of their own. It wasn’t much, just four walls and a door, but it was theirs. The bed was shoved against the left wall, a small table and metal drawers on the other side, big enough for the few clothes they had. A narrow rug stretched across the middle of the floor, its muted colors blending into the gray, blue, and green that made up the rest of the space. But the worst part—no windows. Just the steady hum of fluorescent lights, casting everything in an artificial glow.

Finnick lay on his back, one hand tucked under his head, staring up at the ceiling. Annie was beside him, close but not quite touching. They weren’t speaking. Weren’t doing much of anything, really. Just breathing in the same space, as if that alone was enough.

“You want to take a walk?” he finally asked, turning his head toward her—only to find she was already watching him.

His throat tightened. He didn’t move, didn’t say anything else. And then she kissed him.

For a moment, he froze. Then, instinct took over. He melted into her, hand lifting to cradle the back of her head, holding her like she was something fragile and precious.

Because she was.

graveston3s asked: ❗❗❗ ( annie to finnick ! ) / MEME - accepting!

[fablesuntold]

@sirendrowns sent: "Can your head get any bigger?" — From Annie Cresta to Finnick Odair ✨

‘Can your head get any bigger?’

If only that’d been the first time Finnick had heard that enquiry aimed right at him— but now from the newest female tribute he’d be mentoring of all people? Annie Cresta. She must’ve bore witness to him peacocking his way around the train like he owned the place. While he’d love to know what went through her head when she glanced at him, Finnick figured he already knew by the telltale look of disapproval written all over her features. She probably thought he was just another Victor corrupted by the Capitol into thinking and living like them. If only she knew the half of it. There was more to him than the cocky composure displayed on the daily— a defence mechanism of sorts.. but he barely even knew this girl. Why would his walls crumble to allow her a glimpse of the real Finnick Odair?

It wasn’t like it mattered who he really was anymore. Nowadays, people only seemed to want him for one thing— his dashing good looks and reputation in the bedroom. The Capitol’s Darling. Oh how Finnick hated that alias he’d been given.

Signature mischievous smirk tugging at his lips, Finnick leaned against the doorframe of the train compartment to block her exit if she attempted to leave. “Well it could, but you see..” Momentarily pausing and leaning forward to practically purr into her ear, Finnick’s next words were slow and deliberate. “That would be telling, wouldn’t it~? Besides, my head isn’t the only part of me that’s big. I have something that’s massive.” Ever the flirt. How would she take his brazenness? Would she shy away, or regard him with disgust? He was just dying to know.

Pulling back ever so slightly to search her expression in hopes to gauge what she was thinking, he wasn’t at all disappointed by the look she wore. In fact, it was enough to have that cheeky grin plastering itself across his face, one that made his eyes crinkle at the edges and sparkle in amusement. “I was talking about my heart, by the way. Somebody needs to get her mind out of the gutter and into the game.” Preferably before they arrived at their destination and were greeted by the usual riff raff of the Capitol welcome party.