#finnick freaking odair

[3d-wifey]

I'm so surprised that more ppl don't do scp aus. Like the character as a Plague Doctor esque scp and the reader as a doctor/assistant/prisoner or even as another scp. Like... am I just a genius? A revolutionary of sorts?

[solar-halos]

odesta week. day #4 - throwback thursday

summary: beach meet cute. 1k

The beach is safe. Not a lot of things are, especially after Annie’s Games. 

Lucky for her, the beach is right outside her house. It’s the one nice thing about living in the Victor’s Village. 

She dives under the water until her lungs feel like they’re going to explode. Then she pops back up and does it all over again. It’s nice and repetitive and puts her mind at ease. 

She comes back up. She stops in her tracks, stunned into silence by some fucking creeper suddenly in the water with her.

She whips some sopping wet strands of hair out of her face. Oh. That’s not a creeper—that’s Finnick Odair.

“Dude!” she protests, because who the fuck just sneaks up on someone like that? Especially a victor? “What gives?”

“Huh?” Eloquent. Annie thought he was supposed to be a poet. “I didn’t even see you out here! You’re the one who scared me.”

Oh. Something about that is so incredibly funny—she scared Finnick Odair—that she starts to laugh. Some people at the Career Academy were intimidated by her, sure, but take away all her throwing knives, and what was there to be scared of?

“I can hold my breath for a very long time,” she explains. “It’s like you didn’t even watch my Games.”

She purses her lips to keep from laughing again, because she’s pretty sure she’s not supposed to be joking about that stuff. She’s still fresh out of the arena, so no one says anything about it to her, but sometimes when she’s having a really good day she’ll sprinkle it into a conversation. Kinda like she’s taking the power back.

Finnick takes a step back. She wouldn’t have even noticed if it wasn’t for the water rippling.

“Right…” he says, like he’s not sure if he should laugh with her or start running home. Annie doesn’t know how to feel about that. “Well, it was nice running into you.”

Annie considers that. She supposes it was. She’s hardly talked to anyone since she got back, so it’s nice to know she’s still capable of normal things. Looking back, it’s a miracle she didn’t start swinging after he spooked her.

“Same here,” she says. “I’ve never seen you out here. Do you visit a lot, or are you already tired of the beach?”

“I don’t think anyone could get tired of the beach,” he replies, but he looks a lot less awkward now. He even stops taking steps back. “I usually come a lot later in the day, but I couldn’t sleep. You know how it is.”

Annie nods. She does. “Winning isn’t anything like the Academy said it would be. Night terrors are not the same as nightmares.”

“Yeah. They really need to update their curriculum.”

Annie laughs—that’s such a ridiculous thing to say, even if she can’t put her finger on why—and she knows that she reacted the right way when Finnick laughs with her. It’s strange—she saw him all the time when she was reaped, but she never spoke to him. Not really, unless they were talking about the arena, and even then he was always too drunk to tell her anything useful.

Annie leans closer so she can examine him. He seems very, very sober.

He leans back. His laughter fades into a tight-lipped smile. “What are you doing?”

“I dunno,” she admits. Of course he was sober. “It’s strange. Meeting you, I mean.”

She doesn’t need to explain what she means. He nods, obviously pleased with the fact that she’s not invading his personal space anymore. “I’m not mad about it. Like, meeting you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean—I didn’t love being jumpscared—”

“You snuck up on me!”

He’s the one that laughs first this time. “—but you’re very nice to talk to.”

That’s such a sweet thing to say that all she does is thank him. No one’s ever said that to her before—not even before she was reaped—but she’s glad that Finnick Odair thinks that she’s a pleasant conversationalist. She doesn’t ask him about it this time—or the next time they talk, or the next time—but she finally mentions it when they’re waiting for the cookies in his oven to bake. 

He grins at her. “I liked how unsettling you were.”

“What?” That was definitely not the answer she was expecting. Kinda—she knows that the Capitol thinks she’s fucking crazy, and that most people in the district think she’s a disappointment, but she has no idea why Finnick would find that appealing. “Finnick! You didn’t!”

“I did. I still do.” Ugh. It’s just like him to start firing up compliments to soften all their banter, so she crosses her arms over her chest and pretends like she isn’t blushing. “Cmon, dude—you have those big eyes and a very unpredictable mind. You kept me on my toes.”

Annie’s stomach sinks, genuinely disheartened by this information. She hopes it doesn’t show on her face.

“Oh,” she replies. She’s not sure what else there is to say. 

Somehow, he figures out she’s in a mood. He turns to her, the beginnings of a frown beginning to pull at his lips. Annie allows herself to frown, too. What gives? She’s not the one who called him unsettling and unpredictable.

“I can see how that might sound bad,” he admits. Annie rolls her eyes, suddenly a bit less offended. Boys are so stupid. “I mean, it does sound bad. I just mean that you’re very genuine. You talk to me like you’d talk to anyone else. And you ask me questions no one ever asks.”

True. And he always, always answers them. Sometimes, he’s the only person that ever does.

“So you don’t think I’m unsettling and unpredictable?” she presses.

“I retract my statement,” he confirms. Yeah—boys were stupid. Finnick makes it work. “You are not unsettling and unpredictable. You are fascinating and original.”

“Well, I’ve always been huge on free thinking,” Annie agrees.

Finnick smiles. Someone close the blinds. “That’s what I mean. I never know what you’re going to say.”

“And you like that?” She needs to be sure. 

“I like that.” 

“Okay. Well, if you were curious, I like hanging out with you because you’re the only person who ever listens to me.”

“You do like hearing yourself talk,” he says, but he’s joking, so she only bumps her shoulder into his.

“Yeah, right!” Talk about throwing stones in glass houses. “Why don’t you go recite another shitty poem?”

She’s not being mean. One time, he told her that he’s been making his poems progressively worse, just to see if the Capitol would say anything. It was a strange thing to say as someone that’s supposed to be a Capitol fanatic. Good thing that Annie knows he is not a Capitol fanatic.

“You love my shitty poems,” he shoots back. It’s true. She does (not that he needs to know that, though, so she rolls her eyes). “Annie Cresta, borne of the sea—”

Not this again! Thankfully, the timer for the cookies goes off, so she is spared from hearing him do a dramatic retelling of the poem he wrote for her. It’s a lovely poem—she just blushes too hard whenever he brings it up, which gives him a ton of leverage. 

Two can play at this game. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pair of socks she knitted for him. His feet always got way too cold, prompting him to steal the blankets from her during their late night chats. She was gonna package it up for him, but if he was gonna be like this, she might as well fight fire with fire.

He doesn’t even try talking over the timer. He examines the socks like she just revealed another world wonder to him. “Woah,” he says, his cheeks turning just as pink as hers feel. “Thank you. You didn’t need to…”

He trails off. She doesn’t even have to interrupt him anymore, because he knows she didn’t need to—she wanted to, just like how he wants to do nice things for her, too.

He puts them on, sliding all over the floor the entire time Annie takes the cookies out of the oven. It’s not very long before he topples over and eats shit.

Annie crosses over to him. And then she melts onto the floor in solidarity.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m okay,” he says. “Are the socks okay?”

She rearranges herself so she can tug at his ankle, examining the socks for any wear or tear. “Yup,” she says. “Good as new.”

He nods again. “Thank you again, by the way. I really love them.”

“I’m glad. Maybe now you won’t hog all the blankets.”

“As if!” he replies. It’s his favorite phrase of hers to borrow, and her favorite phrase to hear. 

She makes a face at him anyway. He makes a face back. Then, they promptly laugh so hard their stomachs cramp up.

Huh. Maybe being a victor wasn’t all bad.

[lilmaymayy]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes!

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[leviathanspain]

I WILL GET ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR SOME GOOD OL FINNICK ODAIR FLUFF AND COMFORT ALR After the arena is shot down, reader and Finnick desperately attempt to find each other in District 13. I'm talking reader is FIGHTING to get out of the hospital bed and screaming for Finnick. What would he do? Thank you if you fulfill this request, and remember to take care of yourself!! <333

devotion

finnick odair x reader

synopsis: you would’ve died without him, and now he’s all you can think of

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screams erupted from your medical room. nurses and staff had been knocked unconscious on the floor, and you were scrambling to get out of the room but one of the stronger male nurses has his arms around your waist stopping you from moving.

you grunted in his arms, “where’s finnick?!” you were blind with rage and fear, unsure of your surroundings you had tried to fight them all off. perhaps the capitol had captured you, and this was part of your torture. desiring to find finnick and unable to seemed like a good method.

the male nurse didn’t say anything and you finally maneuvered an escape, your shoulder knocking back into his face, causing him to fall behind you.

you broke free just as hit the ground and you launched yourself to the door, banging on it until you heard the glass begin to crack.

haymitch had observed you and had been overhearing matching screams coming from down the hall. he turned to the doctors who had opted to stay out of the room, all deep in their patient notes. he raised his eyebrows, “just let the poor girl out. or else she’ll shatter that glass like she did the skulls of your staff.” he bluntly commented and the doctors all raised their heads in concern.

he scoffed as they acted surprised, “and don’t get me started on the other one. he nearly killed himself to get her out. that’s devotion, and a glass wall won’t stop that.”

finnick had been freaking out. he felt disoriented, shaky and confused when he awoke, and it hadn’t stopped since. you were nowhere to be found, and he had attacked all the staff who refused to give him answers on your whereabouts. he tried to find any sign that he was in thirteen, but to no avail. any markings had either been erased or hidden from view.

he emptied out a medical cart looking for anything sharp, throwing the rest of the materials at the window to break it down, he yelled in anger at the frustration of it not breaking.

meanwhile, you on the other hand had been bleeding as you finally broke through the glass. your knuckles and arms were embedded with glass but you had stepped through to find a bunch of doctors looking at you with shock.

you were going to attack them as well, but once you heard his screams, it sent you flying down the hall. you ran as fast as you could, your hospital gown dragging behind you as you did, you finally made it to the origins of the screams. inside a room just like yours, finnick was sitting with things made out to be weapons around him.

and as you banged on the glass, looking for a handle, you screamed his name.

the handle clicked open as you grabbed it and in you ran, finnick exhaling with relief as you jumped into his arms, he nearly cried as he held you.

“finn-“ you cried, holding him tightly, he didn’t feel real, none of this did.

“they were just watching me- watched me hurt all those people to get to you and they didn’t care.” you whispered, “i’m scared finnick.”

finnick nodded, “it’s okay. katniss and beetee should be here too, it’ll be alright.” he tried to reassure you, but the bodies behind him mirrored the same thing.

“i love you.” you whispered, “i love love love love you..” you kissed him, “don’t- don’t do that to me again. don’t leave me again.” your words came out breathy and frantic, and finnick could only nod to agree.

[sincere1ystar]

Sleepy Hellos

Finnick Odair x Reader

Late night conversations with Finnick (fluff)

(sorry i suck with summaries 😭)

Finnick tends to be out a lot these days, taking various jobs to save up money for the two of you to buy a little cabin by the beach. After what you’ve gone through, he wants you to live a quiet and peaceful life which is why he refuses for you to take part in the long and tiresome hours he spends at the docks near the shore like he does.

One night Finnick comes home particularly late to find you already tuckered out under the covers. He can’t help but smile at the sight of you clinging onto his pillow.

You’ve always been a light sleeper so when you hear sounds of Finnick trying to get settled in into bed, you immediately sit up. At first you feel a sense of panic pump through you, but then your eyes meet his and the panic is replaced with a wash of relief.

“Shh no need to freak out it’s okay sweet angel it’s just me”, Finnick says softly as he slowly settles you down.

“You’re home late again”, you mumble into his embrace.

“I know sweetheart I know”, he says as he holds you closer to him, “I don’t have to go tomorrow though, so maybe we can do something just me and you?

“What should we do?”, you ask in a simple manner, too tired to put in the effort for a more witty response.

“Whatever you want honey. I don’t mind as long as it makes you happy. Or if you don’t got anything in mind I could just pamper you the whole day”, he mutters softly into your hair.

“Can we go down to the lake tomorrow?”, you ask as your eyes flutter sleepily.

Finnick knows what lake you’re referring to. The lake where the two of you shared your first kiss. The lake where you two always find comfort in after long days. The lake where he first asked you if he could be yours.

“Of course we can”, he utters while tracing circles onto your scalp.

“Aww darling are you falling asleep on me”, he says as he notices your eyes fluttering.

Before you can mutter a sleepy “no”, your eyes become too heavy to open as you drift off to dreamland with Finnick holding you close. He chuckles at the sight knowing tomorrow will end the same.

[ssweeterthanfiction]

So High School

high school boyfriend!finnick odair…

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who’s liked you since the first day of middle school but only found the confidence to ask you out in 9th grade.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who was all smiles when he found out he had 3 classes with you plus lunch. (He made sure he was sitting next to you in those classes.)

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who tries to make you laugh at any given chance, and when he does it makes his heart leap.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who notices that you start showing up to his practices. He sees you sit on the outdoor bleachers and read while he’s at lacrosse practice.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who walks you home afterwards and has the biggest smile on his face while he walks back home.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who after talking for a while, nervously asks you out to a pizza date. (He’s exploding with happiness when you say yes.)

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who after 3 dates, (one pizza date, one library date, and one movie date) finally asks you out by asking if he can be your boyfriend.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who feels like crying when you say yes.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who loves walking you to class, holding your books and your hand.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who introduces you to his family, but his mom already knows everything about you since he never stops talking about you.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who loves going to your house or to the library afterschool to watch you read and do your homework. He loves the way you get frustrated when you don’t get something right the first time, he wraps his arms around you and peppers your face with kisses to make you feel better.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who adores it when you come to his games wearing his spare jersey or hoodie with his number. He calls you his number one cheerleader and kisses you after every game.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who spends every winter break with you and buys you the new set of books you’ve been wanting for Christmas. He also spends new years with you and of course, kisses you at midnight.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who also spends everyday of every summer vacation with you. Whether it’s at the park, the beach, your house, his house, the movies, the pool, he’s always with you. He even spends the 4th of July watching fireworks with you.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who asks you out to the prom by having his teammates, your classmates and your friends hold out flowers for you to collect while you walk towards him. He holds a sign saying “I would be Enchanted to take you to prom” He’s all smiley when you say yes.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who needs absolutely no convincing for whatever color you choose for your dress and his suit. Anything to make his girl happy.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who freaks out as graduation nears.

He’s lying in your arms as you read. But then the thought of graduation and college comes to his mind. He calls out your name, you put down your book.

He looks like he’s about to cry.

“Finn? What’s wrong?”

“What…what are we gonna do next year?”

You look at him with a confused look. “What are you talking about Finn?”

He sits up straight. “When we go away for school. What are we gonna do?”

His voice is shaky and you can already see the tears spilling out of his eyes.

“You aren’t going to leave me are you?”

You shake your head and hug him.

“No Finn…no. I would never dream of leaving you.” you whisper softly to him.

“You mean that?”

“Course I do. I’ve loved you for 4 years…and I know I’ll love you for more Finn. We’ll figure something out.”

He kisses your cheek and hugs you tightly, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“I love you sweet girl. Forever.”

Needless to say, you and Finnick go long distance and spend every break together. You both even get your own place together in the city after you graduate. And he definitely plans on marrying you. He just needs to wait til the eras tour to make it magical for you.

this has been in my head for so long so i needed to write it out so my head wouldn’t explode :P

[mrsnancywheeler]

Okay but like imagine Finnick Odair who takes your virginity but lets you explore him first.

He knows you’re nervous, he knows it’s your first time so he sits with you on the bed as you use travel from his face, to his shoulders, to his arms. You trace his abs with your finger, outlet transfixed on him. He lets you jerk him off so the idea of him cumming isn’t as freaky to you-

-🌾anon

literally so hot and so, so on brand for the sweetest man to have ever lived

he doesn't know how you manage to seem like the most exposed person in the world when he's the one with his clothes off, but he knows he finds it endearing. and for a while you're just standing there, staring at him, too nervous to look anywhere but his face, and it makes him chuckle, "you know you can look at me, honey"

"sorry"

"you're okay, sweetheart. y'know you can touch too." and for a while you just stare so softly, so lovingly into his eyes, that he realizes the way you're making him feel exposed now has nothing to do with nakedness. you're peeling back his soul.

eventually your hands find his hair, a place of comfort, a place that is known. running through his soft curls, tousling them, and it feels therapeutic. then your hands trail down to his face, tracing across every line and bump and curve, eyes memorizing every inch of him. then you're on to his neck, the slope of his shoulders, all familiar territory, and you're scared that going further downwards is crossing a barrier with him even if he's told you otherwise. so you pause and he knows, giving a reassuring nod that you'll not be trespassing wherever you may wander. nervously your hands are feeling the expense of his chest, getting to know his body, not just have briefly touched it in between a kiss, but know it. across his stomach, each dip from his ribs, every muscle, you learn them intently. finally you've wandered down to where you know nothing about, and you're terrified to mess something up.

"see how I'm getting harder, honey? that's me getting ready for you, kinda like when you start to get wet-" and the bluntness of his words it making your face heat up, you're burying your face into his shoulder.

"finn-"

he's chuckling again because he doesn't understand how you manage to be so adorable. "I'm gonna be inside you, sweetheart, it's okay." after a second he's leading your face away from him to have you look down. "you've never done this before, honey, and so I don't want to freak you out when I cum. you ever seen someone cum before?" and you're shaking your head, eyes all wide and attentive. "I want you to see what it is before it just happens, is that okay?" you nod, "need you to use your words, honey"

"yeah, it's okay." he's smiling softly at you and guiding your hand down to his member. helping you hold it, showing you how to move your hand.

"it'll be just like that, honey. you want to try on your own?"

you're nodding, "yeah." and you're so good, like you know how fast to go, how to grip him perfectly.

"oh, god, feels so good, doing it just right. such a good girl." and he barely catches the small whine you give out at the nam, but you keep going. eyes chasing his face for reactions to your movements, which are a plenty.

"you like it when I call you that?" and for a moment everything halts and you're staring at him like a deer in the headlights, "it's okay, honey, you can keep going. not a bad thing, don't gotta be embarrassed. just need to know what you like...fuck, feels so good. good fucking girl." and you've confirmed everything for him when you whine again and bite your lip. you keep going, memorizing the way he moves, the way his brows furroe together until finally he's nearly there. "almost...there, god, so you're gonna see what happens, god you do this so good. so much better then my hand, honey." the praise makes you go somehow even faster and he's quickly letting go.

anyways I'm in love with him, in love with this, and in love with you pookie 💋

[allisluv]

finnick and s/o during their honeymoon 🤗?

anon i love this so freaking much. i done hcs for this but im working on a blurb too, i hope that’s okay <3

some slightly nsfw thoughts are under the cut

finnick’s definitely a sucker for honeymoon sex. he calls you ‘my wife’ or ‘mrs odair’ and constantly praises you, telling you how well you're doing and how good you feel. there's also a lot of i love you's and the aftercare is just out of this world.

regardless of where you go for your honeymoon, it's going to be very romantic; rose petals on the balcony, breakfast in bed, soft kisses as he coaxes you awake.

finnick is always touching you in some way or another. he will kiss the back of your knuckles and pin you to the bed just to keep you there a few more minutes more. he is always holding your hand and pressing feather-light kisses to your forehead.

if this was set after the war, there would be a lot of relaxing involved. it would take you both a while to learn how to live without the threat of happiness being snatched away from you. you would spend a lot of time swimming or sunbathing while finnick does laps in the oceans.

its overall finnick doting on you to be honest <3

[thedelicatearcher]

Sick Finnick headcannon?

you'd also like this!!

sick finnick odair headcanons

warning: puking and implied diarrhea from food poisoning

finnick is a drama king when he feels sick. as i said in my other post, he absolutely loves being taken care of and will use the last bit of energy left in his body to demand attention from you

when he has the flu, he wraps himself in a blanket cocoon, begging you to join him and cuddle. he whines whenever a loud, painful sneeze comes out of him and makes his chest hurt.

after cuddling with him for hours and letting him bury his pink, coughy face in your chest, he eventually falls asleep, lovingly suffocating you with his weight on top of you. slowly, you try to slip out of his embrace so he can keep resting and you can go on with your day, placing a pillow in his arms so he doesn't notice the sudden change.

half an hour later, he finds you in the kitchen. he felt your absence and abandoned the bed, wrapped in tons of blankets, to look for you. a grumpy expression is on his face as he groggily demands that you go back to bed and hold him some more, stating that it's his right as a sick person to be cuddled until your arm is numb.

he says sorry every time after he coughs loudly, not wanting to annoy you with the so-recurring noise. you have to reassure him that he is not bothering you, and prepare him a warm tea to help his sore throat.

when his temperature starts rising, he freaks out. his paranoid self rambles about how he's going to die and insists that you should take him to the hospital before it's too late.

he loves playing with your hair when he feels tired and drowsy from all the medication.

he's not afraid of needles; in fact, he will be the one to ask for them if one is needed. he hates feeling sick and likes quick and effective solutions.

when he has a stomachache, he is in bed, twisting and turning like a worm. he rarely gets food poisoning. however, when a fish is not cooked enough, it gets bad for him.

he likes to talk to you from the bathroom. he gets bored so he will ask you to hang around the door and talk to him, trying to distract him from his pain.

when he inevitably ends up puking, you hold him and softly rub his back, whispering "it's okay, baby. let it out" as you try not to vomit too.

after he's done, you help him clean his face and guide him gently as he brushes his teeth. then you take him to bed, where he just feels too shaky and weak to speak.

whenever he has a headache, it is different; he gets completely thrown off by them and has to lie down. there are no whines nor playful demands.

he just wishes for you to give him an aspirin, place a cold, wet rag on his forehead, and turn off the lights.

if his headache it's manageable, he will ask you to hold him in bed. if he feels worse than usual headaches, the most he will ask of you is to hold his hand as he lies still, trying to endure the pain.

[harleyharlot]

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[feelingdozy]

I love your writing omg <3 it's MARVELOUS I'm so jealous!! could you do finnick odair flirting with a shy!gn!reader? Like he calls them cute and they just freak out and hide into their shirt or a blanket, etc etc? And he just keeps flirting until reader just covers his mouth and they make eye contact and it's a HUZZAH moment before finnick just kisses them?? sorry if this is really specific!! thank you if you fulfill this request <3

A Little Shy

Finnick Odair x Reader

Hunger Games Masterlist

Summary: you go out to town to find some supplies for fishing as it's the perfect season. You find yourself inexperienced with tridents, and someone comes along to help you find the perfect one to fit your needs.

Note: this is a super cute request and will probably take awhile to post because I want to make sure it is absolutely perfect, also thank you!! I try my best to write as nicely as possible

Warnings: mention of death and killing, slap (hand over mouth)

You had wanted to go to the market in district 4 for awhile, wanting to see what there was to offer at this time of the month. It was the prime time for fishing, so a lot of people had been stocking up.

You stayed for a few hours getting the basic supplies, making your way over to the tridents. You had never been a pro even as a district 4 victor, but had always admired people who were able to use a Trident so easily.

You looked around slowly at all they had to offer, wondering at that point if maybe you should get your own and try it out.

"that one's nice, huh?"

You jumped at the voice that came from behind you, quickly turning around. You should've recognized the voice, of course it was Finnick.

Naturally, you got shy knowing how much you admired his Trident skills as he'd won with them as the youngest in the arena. You hated the games, but loved the skills of the weapons that came with it.

"are you good at using a trident? I've never seen you use one"

He was watching you? I mean he was your mentor back then, but you were really a nobody. You thought your win was a bit sad compared to other people who had won with skill. It was the career in you talking, quickly coming back to realize the horror that came behind it all and that you were lucky to be standing here alive right now.

"not really, I'd love to learn though.."

Your voice was quiet and faded off as you glared at other ones surrounding the two of you.

"how about you come down to my house later and I'll teach you a few tricks y/n?"

You turned to him, his charming smile placed on his face as he found your eyes.

"sure"

A blush found your cheeks, a little intimidated to be taught to use a trident by the Finnick Odair. Even though you should've learned how to use a Trident in the training for the games, you focused on your hand to hand combat and nature tips and tricks then the main weapon of your district. It made you feel a little more reassured that you wouldn't die by accidentally eating the wrong type of berry.

You picked out a trident fitting to your hand, comfortable in your hold. Then it was time to start walking to the victors village that was surrounded by ocean. Their backyards went out to a beautiful beach, and then water. Constant, neverending water leaving room to do anything you aspire to.

The walk was peaceful, as usual. The weather was hotter than usual so if you were going to be in the water, why not change into a bathing suit? You quickly went home and put on a bathing suit beneath your clothing, hiding it before you got to his house.

You knocked on his door, his footsteps getting closer and your heartbeat faster. The anxiety hit as he opened the door. You just now realized his height compared to yours and how shy you were. It's the Finnick Odair. How could you not be a little scared?

"come in"

He said with the same charming smile as before, gesturing for you to sit anywhere you'd like. His place was nicely decorated, ocean themed items around you at every turn. Tridents sat on the wall, some framed and some just hung as a decoration.

He had gone to the kitchen, his back turned towards the living room. You looked at his hair that always looked amazing and you wanted to ruffle it and run your hands through it- wait. We're you actually thinking of.. no. This was Finnick Odair. Loved by the capitol, loved by the people in his district and by the other victors. He was an amazing person despite what he had gone through, most not being able to handle it all.

He brought out some cookies and sat them on the table in front of you. He sat down, the couch dipping with the new weight beside you slightly pulling you toward him, slowly sliding. Your cheeks now had a light blush again from simply being in his presence. His eyes glistened in the light of his house, his hair fluffy and his face charming and cute. You thought Finnick Odair was cute. The Finnick Odair.

He stared at you for awhile before breaking the silence.

"soo, you've never picked up a Trident before y/n?"

You nodded your head no. He sort of knew when he was training you many years ago, just a year older than you, wondering why you didn't pick up a trident. He admired your other abilities back then, knowing how to identify different leafs or berries and hand to hand combat were great abilities in general, but especially because you got put in the arena where you'd need just those skills, like it was almost fit for your win.

It's funny because you were by far the shyest tribute he had ever seen, you didn't talk much or make a fuss like many other tributes had done, but instead listened and took any and all information and tips and tricks from the past victors that only wanted to help. Why did people go out of their way to make a fuss?

Your head was turned down from his, scared to actually make eye contact with him no matter your past relationship.

"you can look at me y'know. I don't bite?"

He laughed, your head hesitantly turning upwards, scared that you'll reveal the layer of red forming on your now heat-radiating cheeks.

"no need to be nervous, y/n."

He said, and you swear he was teasing you at this point. You looked into the distance again, seeing him taking in your facial features from your peripheral vision. His eyes widened a bit before his classic smile appeared on his face that he always wore, except it seems a little more.. genuine than before.

"you're cute."

Your eyes then met with his again, and now greatly flustered in front of the man. He memorized your face in the moment, how your cheeks gained more color and your eyes widened. You couldn't even make words come out of your mouth, your heartbeat pounding too loud and mind too fuzzy to make a coherent sentence.

"huh-?!"

Was all that came out of your mouth. He slowly lifted himself up to where his arms were to the side of your face. You quickly pulled up your shirt, covering your slowly reddening face to where you might've been radiating heat, heat that he must've felt through the fabrics that layered because it was so warm.

"You're so cute. Shy hm?"

Your heartbeat pounded louder and louder within your chest as you once again admired the man who was above your sitting, now laying form. You buried yourself even deeper within your shirt before he could see even more obvious and powerful hints of red on the rest of your face.

"look at you. So red. You like me calling you cute sweetheart?"

A slap echoed in the room as you couldn't handle it anymore. You put your hand over his mouth, your heart not being able to take anymore of his flirting. You could feel his signature grin form under your hand as he put his hand on your arm. His hand slowly slid up til it reached yours, taking it and kissing the outside of your palm.

Your eyes met with his sea green. His other hand creeped onto your cheek, his head slowly getting closer to yours.

his lips collided with yours with a deep need to feel your lips for the first time. He deepened the kiss, his soft lips feeling amazing on yours. You couldn't believe your first kiss was with the Finnick Odair. Part of it because you were already in your twenties and you had never kissed anyone before, not having any partners when you were younger. But mostly because it was him.

You let him take the lead, not knowing what else to do. You let go as you had to take a breath even though you never wanted to let go of his soft lips, feeling like you had been in another world while kissing him.

"promise me you won't explode if I kiss you again?"

He laughed as you nodded, going in again for another kiss that had sucked you in, captured you.

You had just kissed Finnick Odair. Twice.

[ilguna]

☼ the other woman pt1 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; you weren't worried when Finnick started working with the infamous Annie Cresta, even though you should have.

warnings; swearing, cheating, implied annie's a maneater.

wc; 1.6k

notes; annie slander

part two.

–

You lean into the marble counters, staring at the photos you’ve turned over for the fiftieth time in the past fifteen minutes.

You don’t know what to do with yourself. Each time you walk away to take a breath, resisting the urge to tear them into pieces and saying that you won’t look at them again until Finnick comes home, you go right back to stand and stare at them.

You knew it was a bad idea to go through with this. You had a feeling in your stomach that something was going to go wrong and screw you over, but you genuinely thought that you were secure in your relationship with Finnick. In the two years you’ve dated him, he has never shown an interest in other women.

You had no reason to think that this time would be any different. 

Finnick’s filmed plenty of movies since you started dating, and he’s been with women in each of those movies. Every time he came home to you, he was all over you. He’d want to be touching you every second, hugging, cuddling, kissing—he just wanted to be close.

If he went away to film, he’d be on the phone with you at every opportunity to talk to you. He wanted to know what you were up to, what you were planning to do when he got back. He wanted to tell you how much he missed you and couldn’t wait for the filming process to be over. 

Recently, his entire personality has switched. 

He must take you as some sort of moron if he thought that you wouldn’t catch on to what’s happening. You do your research on his co-stars every time he’s casted into a movie, so you can expect their behavior in public with him. The last thing you want is to freak out over something minor.

Up until a couple months ago, you were fine with all of his co-stars. This time around, you had an uneasy feeling when he told you that he would be working with Annie Cresta.

Annie is infamous for dating her male co-stars, and breaking up with them as soon as her next movie comes around. She makes it seem like she cares about them, but once she has a new role, the actor she’s dating might as well have never existed. She’ll remove all social media posts about them, and start over again.

When Finnick realized how apprehensive you were about this role, especially since he would be dating her in the movie, he told you that he would drop out of the role if it made you that uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted was to make you unhappy. He said he wouldn’t mind spending a few months with you in the meantime while his agents scouted a new movie.

You wanted to tell him to back off, but you saw how excited he got about getting the role in the first place. You couldn’t tell him no. All you could do was make him promise you to break up with you if he ever felt himself slipping. You know what he said to that? 

“It’ll never happen.”

What a fucking joke.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, shaking your head at the pictures. You want to ball them up and throw them away, hide the evidence that you’ve received, and pretend like this never happened, but you can’t. You know what this relationship will turn into if you act oblivious to the fact that he’s cheating on you; resentful.

You take a deep breath, and carefully take them off the counter. You walk over to the couch, tossing them face-down on the coffee table while you turn on the television. The fortunate part about this movie set is that it’s not far away from home. Which means that Finnick comes home everyday.

You spend the next few hours planning out how your conversation will go with Finnick, ignoring the show you turned on to distract yourself from doing this. You know that no matter the way it goes, you don’t want to end up in a screaming match with him. You don’t have energy to argue with him, especially when you know how this is going to end anyway.

The issue is that you never thought that he was going to cheat on you, ever. He was supposed to be different from the other guys you dated, because he’s been nothing but mature since the day you started seeing him. You had yourself convinced that you would never have to search for another relationship ever again.

It’s not fair. You don’t understand why this always has to happen to you.

The sound of keys turning the lock makes you look over. You grit your teeth, and then relax, forcing yourself to be normal. Finnick opens the door, pulling his keys out in a fluid motion. He looks up from the doorknob, giving you a warm smile.

“Hey, baby.” He murmurs, shutting the door.

“Hey,” You whisper, “How was your day?”

He lets out a breath of air, rolling his eyes, “A lot of reshoots from yesterday, scenes that I’m not even in. They wouldn’t let me go home because they didn’t want to call me back in case they changed their minds.”

“That’s a shame, I would’ve loved to spend time with you.” You tilt your head slightly, waiting for it.

Finnick presses his lips together, the corners of his mouth pointing downward briefly, eyebrows slightly pushing closer. His expression changes entirely as he comes to you, the genuine look of guilt turning into something else.

You watch as he kicks his shoes off, and sits down on the couch next to you, pulling you close. You close your eyes, grinding your teeth. He touches your chin, guiding you to look at him. Finnick steals a kiss, and then presses another one between your eyes.

“We will soon, I promise.” He murmurs.

You take a deep breath to measure yourself before speaking, “Unfortunately, your promises mean shit to me.”

Finnick loosens his grip on you. You open your eyes to see his face twisted, confused. “What are you talking about?”

You wiggle out of his grasp, getting to your feet. You’re going to want to put distance between you two, you know what’s next. You grab the pictures that were dropped off at the doorstep this morning, they were left almost an hour after Finnick had gone to the set this morning.

You flip them over, looking at the picture of Annie and Finnick kissing at a cafe. You toss that one at him, briefly looking at another, showing them holding hands while walking down the sidewalk to enter a restaurant, you toss this one. And almost eleven pictures later, you’ve got yourself a whole memory book.

Finnick’s as white as a sheet, looking over each picture that he’s laid out on the coffee table. He looks up to you, lips parted, shaking his head slightly. You raise your eyebrows.

“How…?” He trails off, touching one of them. “How did you get these?”

“The paparazzi.” You cross your arms, tilting your head at him. “Or some fan that knows where we live. It doesn’t really matter, does it? It’s clear it’s you and her in every picture.”

The hardest part about dating Finnick was giving up your privacy. It was the paparazzi that you loathed, waiting on every corner for you and him to show up. For the longest time, when your relationship was still brand new, it was you and him on the front cover of every magazine. Your face, your name, your pictures, your social media was smeared across the internet in the matter of a month.

While half of Finnick’s devoted fans hated you, hated the idea of you dating their celebrity crush, thinking he deserved someone that knew what it was like in the spotlight. The other half loved you. There are instagram and twitter pages dedicated to praising your relationship, calling it everything but toxic, because you supposedly treat each other the way every couple should. You are the epitome of a happy and healthy couple.

You don’t care who left the pictures at your step. Whether it’s someone that was hoping you’d break up with him because they don’t want the two of you together. Or if it’s someone that thinks you deserve better than a cheating asshole. Or if it’s the paparazzi, which you have fought hard to tolerate, trying to do good, evil, or stir up drama.

It doesn’t matter, because Finnick has cheated on you with Annie Cresta.

“You promised me that you would let me go if you felt like you were falling out of love.” You tell him, his tongue pulls his bottom lip in his mouth. He can’t look at you, another sign of guilt. 

You don’t want to do this. You want everything to be okay with Finnick, because it shouldn’t be this way. The only reason why he came and sat with you is because you made him feel bad for it. He never touches you anymore. To him, he thinks that he’s cheating on Annie now. It’s no longer about you, it’s about her. Even though she’ll chew him up and spit him out as soon as the filming process is over.

“I’m so sorry.” He breathes, finally looking up to you.

“Why would you do this to me?”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“So you kissing her in these pictures is just a fucking accident?” You shove the pictures off the table, they fall at his feet. “I told you what was going to happen with her. You wanted this.”

“At first, but I’m done now.” He stands up.

You can feel your eye twitch. You didn’t realize he was this bad at lying, “No, we’re done. I’m not doing this with you.”

[mollywog]

"Do you think we'd have ended up like this if only one of us had won?" he asks, glancing around at the other victors. "Just another part of the freak show?"

Actually - yes (though they’re not freaks). Under slightly different circumstances or over time, Katniss could have become the next Haymitch, Johanna, Finnick, Annie, or morphling

Haymitch Abernathy

Maybe he wasn't always a drunk. Maybe, in the beginning, he tried to help the tributes. But then it got unbear-able. It must be hell to mentor two kids and then watch them die. Year after year after year. I realize that if I get out of here, that will become my job. To mentor the girl from District 12. The idea is so re-pellent, I thrust it from my mind.

~

"Is that what happened to you?" I ask Haymitch.

"No. My mother and younger brother. My girl. They were all dead two weeks after I was crowned victor. Because of that stunt I pulled with the force field," he answers. "Snow had no one to use against me."

"I'm surprised he didn't just kill you," I say.

"Oh, no. I was the example. The person to hold up to the young Finnicks and Johannas and Cashmeres. Of what could happen to a victor who caused problems," says Haymitch. "But he knew he had no leverage against me."

"Until Peeta and I came along," I say softly. I don't even get a shrug in return.

Johanna Mason

Where you can starve to death in safety," I mutter. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here, even in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you.

When I was younger, I scared my mother to death, the things I would blurt out about District 12, about the people who rule our country, Panem, from the far-off city called the Capitol. Eventually I understood this would only lead us to more trouble. So Ilearned to hold my tongue and to turn my features into an indifferent mask so that no one could ever read my thoughts. Do my work quietly in school.

~

"Of course Peeta's right. The whole country adores Katniss's little sister. If they really killed her like this, they'd probably have an uprising on their hands," says Johanna flatly. "Don't want that, do they?" She throws back her head and shouts, "Whole country in rebellion? Wouldn't want anything like that!"I can't help catching her hand as she passes me.

….

"Don't go in there. The birds -" I remember the birds must be gone, but I still don't want anyone in there. Not even her.

"They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's ho one left I love," Johanna says, and frees her hand with an impatient shake.

Finnick Odair

"President Snow used to ... sell me ... my body, that is," Finnick begins in a flat, removed tone. "I wasn't the only one. If a victor is considered desir-able, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for an exorbitant amount of money. If you refuse, he kills someone you love. So you do it "

~

I'm left with Haymitch in the rubble, wondering if Finnick's fate would have one day been mine. Why not? Snow could have gotten a really good price for the girl on fire.

Annie Cresta

"You're not leaving me here alone," I say. Because if he dies, I'll never go home, not really. I'll spend the rest of my life in this arena trying to think my way out.

~

"Yeah. Annie's the one who went mad when her district partner got beheaded. Ran off by herself and hid. But an earthquake broke a dam and most of the arena got flooded. She won because she was the best swimmer," says Peeta.

The morphlings

Surely she could afford food, but turned to the morphling just as Haymitch turned to drink, I guess. Everything about her speaks of waste - her body, her life, the vacant look in her eyes.

I revise my suicide plan to slow death by morphling. I will become a yellow-skinned bag of bones, with enormous eyes.

[alyssajennwrites]

So I’m rewatching some MCU movies and I just thought of something that could be pretty freaking cool to write.

Imagine this convo:

“The cell was just in case-“

“In case you needed to kill me. By you can’t. I know, I tried.”

With any the reaction of the following characters in an x reader:

1. Thomas (maze runner)

2. Newt (maze runner)

3. Gally (maze runner)

4. Minho (maze runner)

5. Basically any MCU character

6. Spencer Reid

7. Bellamy Blake

8. Jake Dawkins

9. Steve Harrington

10. Finnick Odair

11. Damon Salvatore

12. Klaus

There are many more characters that would fit a plot where the reader says Hulk’s line and the character reacts to it. I just can’t think of all of them, so please tell me your thoughts and if you think of anymore characters.

I would so read this story, but I can’t find any with this plot and I’ve hit my lazy writing arc 😭

[solar-halos]

my baby fever is officially back so here are some odesta baby hcs

• i’ve mentioned this before, but i think their baby is annie’s spitting image but his mannerisms / personality are very similar to finnick’s

• building off of that, he makes poems about tadpoles and seashells and sand crabs and annie hangs them all up on the fridge. when there is no more space on the fridge they make a scrapbook

• also mentioned this before but i think it’s a pretty popular hc that annie knows how to knit bc mags taught her how. so i think she’d make baby booties and beanies and gloves and she’s freaking out bc she wants to finish all the projects before her due date and everyone is like “?? you live in d4” and annie and finnick (bc in my opinion he lives) are still freaking out bc what if their kid gets cold? (they end up lending a lot of it to katniss and peeta for their kids)

• okay apparently my dad was the only person who cussed around me as a kid so when i was little i said a curse word except i said it in such a thick accent my mom wasn’t even sure what i said at first. i think this would happen with haymitch. odesta is the first to have kids out of the bunch so he’s probably still a little rough around the edges and annie and finnick know that bc their kid starts reciting very colorful d12 curses in a very haymitch abernathy accent. but at least they’re spending time together

• whenever annie is up late from a nightmare she checks up on him and in my experience kids are literally awake like 24/7 so when she sees that she’s like “you wanna bake cookies or go for a swim?” and obviously the answer is yes but he has to know the rules in order to break them (it’s the finnick odair in him!) so he brings up the lights out rule and she’s like “babe i made up that rule so i can just take it back let’s go do something” and so they do! and then her son is soso tired the next day and annie is like hm. maybe MY mom never broke the lights out rule for a reason. (she still breaks it anyway. in moderation)

• finnick loves pretending to be a submarine whenever he and his son play out in the water, complete with sound effects. annie thinks it’s fucking ridiculous (it’s also her favorite thing ever)

• speaking of finnick, i think they have one more kid after the first one but they’re so close in age they’re like we’re never doing this again. they end up doing this again a few years later

• you know those towel cape thingies? yeah. love that. they def have matching duck ones

• finnick and annie are both so chill in different ways. spoiling your appetite? annie’s like, yeah. i was literally doing the same. finnick is like, um. i’m literally in the middle of cooking dinner. going cliff diving? finnick is like, sure. we did that all the time when i was your age. have fun. annie is already swaddling their poor kid in a bunch of flotation devices

• with that being said whenever odesta’s kid wants something he has to be very strategic on who he asks. egging the mayors house? annie will buy him the eggs. traversing the district w some friends? finnick tells him to be back by curfew

bonus:

johanna’s favorite game to play with odesta’s kid is hide and seek. not in a you-hide-i-seek way. have you ever seen that tiktok that’s like “when you’re done playing hide and seek and someone comes out of the most ridiculous place sweaty and dusty and have dry lips and no money and no future”? that’s them, except the feeling is mutual. at first it freaked annie and finnick out that their son would disappear for long periods of time but then they figured out that all they needed to do is see if johanna was marching around the house and upturning everything in her path

[ticklishraspberries]

As someone who can turn their ticklishness on-and-off, I totally relate to/understand that recent headcanon post you made! This community is so enthusiastic about characters who are extremely ticklish, the kind that giggle and squirm at the smallest touch, and it sucks when you really aren't like that. If I don't feel 100% comfortable, my body just turns off being ticklish, and it sucks! Sorry to vent, but all of this to say, do you have any characters you headcanon to be like this? Thanks! :)

anon, i completely agree with you!! this happens to me all the time and it's so frustrating, i have gone like months without being ticklish and as someone whose relationship is so full of tickling, it was genuinely a hard time for me. i'm sorry this happens to you as well, but know you aren't alone!! here are some characters that i think probably have the ability to "turn-off" being ticklish, whether they would see it as a blessing or not (also, if i've ever headcanoned these characters as super ticklish, shhh that never happened, there are two wolves inside me)

tw: mentions of canon-typical trauma for the specific characters, not detailed or graphic though!!

aaron hotchner, derek morgan, and emily prentiss (criminal minds) - i think that just...being trained to endure the physical and mental toll of their job, specifically these 3 members of the b.a.u. have the ability to just...shut things out, physically. i think each of their unique traumas and backstories can support the idea and i could be more detailed about this in the future if anyone cares, lol.

ash lynx (banana fish) - it's very clear in canon that ash is very familiar with the concept of just...completely dissociating from your body as a coping mechanism, and i think tickling is something that blends with other unwanted touch. i think that if he is around someone he feels safe and comfortable with (cough eiji cough) he would be capable of letting his guard down, but it's mostly just instinct.

astarion (baldur's gate 3) - this man has learned to use his body as a weapon, and having physical weaknesses just doesn't mesh well with that. no one really ever...tried, not in hundreds of years, but when people touch him, it feels numb, detached, rehearsed. just like how he canonically doesn't know how to accept hugs, i think he would be so surprised if someone tried to tickle him, he'd just go rigid.

finnick odair, katniss everdeen, johanna mason, peeta mellark (the hunger games) - i think you could make this argument for any survivor of the games, because...they are all so traumatized, i can't imagine that they experience physical sensation the same was as other people, after all of the pain and discomfort they've been put through, the injuries they've sustained. realistically, i think all of them would either be completely not ticklish, or their instinct when tickled would be to freak out.

inej ghafa and kaz brekker (six of crows) - this one hurts to admit and i will never stop writing about them both being ticklish, but...let's be real here. both of them are so traumatized when it comes to the specific concept of physical touch, kaz literally has a phobia of skin-to-skin contanct, if you tried to tickle him, i think he would probably throw up and then murder you. inej shuts down at unwanted touch, she "disappears" as i believe she calls it in the books (aka dissociates) and i think that it would take a lot of trust and healing for either of them to even realize they were ticklish let alone allow it to happen.

levi ackerman (attack on titan) - this man has literally suffered so many injuries, i have to imagine his nervous system is just completely shot. i will still write about him being super ticklish, because it's my party and i'll do what i want to, but like...let's be real. i can't imagine him even reacting to a minor injury, like he's bleeding profusely and everyone is like "omg captain are you ok!?!?!" and he didn't even notice he was hurt and just starts stitching it up. like, he doesn't feel things. it would take a loooot to get him to relax enough to react to tickling, i think, lol. probably liquor.