#finnick freaking odair

[beli-eve-ing]

can't decide on if Finnick and Annie would have a pet cat, dog or some really random and weird animal

[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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[totallywoman]

book stuff that i will never get over being cut from the movies:

•the appalachian accent of the characters

•madge

•katniss and peeta helping clean up haymitch on the train

•katniss recognizing lavinia

•katniss bawling her eyes out after her private training session

•katniss literally almost dying of thirst in the games

•rue and katniss’s relationship

•the extent of peeta’s injury

•SASSY👏PEETA👏MELLARK👏👏👏👏

•the conversations between peeta and katniss in the cave

•not using a magic cream to magically heal peetas leg like hello

•the mutts with the eyes of the tributes

•cato suffering all night

•peeta almost dying on top of the cornucopia

•katniss going insane on the hovercraft as they work on peeta

•PEETA LOSING HIS LEG

•peeta finding out it was an act

•the frequency of katniss and peeta’s nights on the victory tour train

•plutarch’s mockingjay watch

•madge and katniss’s friendship

•katniss and peeta’s bantering relationship

•bonnie and twill

•katniss breaking her heel and peeta putting her to bed

•the time katniss and peeta spent together working on the plant book during her recovery (this is where their relationship changed. i am forever bitter)

•katniss getting drunk and her breakdown after the news about the quell

•peeta coaching haymitch and katniss like careers

•katniss and peeta watching haymitch’s games (i understand this would have been hard bc there is a whole new movie coming about but shhhhhh)

•darius

•THE FREAKING ROOFTOP SCENE LIKE ARE WE SERIOUS???

•finnick’s relationship with mags and mourning her

•the way the fog left their skin all blistered so they had to put dark ointment all over themselves and looked crazy

•katniss and finnick scaring peeta by waking him up with the ointment

•the PASSION between katniss and peeta

•katniss raking her fingernails across haymitch’s face and then rage slamming her head on the table after finding out peeta was captured

•the state of katniss’s mental deterioration in 13

•katniss’s prep team being tortured

•”i’m only human, odair”

•katniss and finnick’s bonding

•delly being the first one to talk to peeta (bc why did they use PRIM??? the point was to find someone with no connection to katniss and they chose PRIM???)

•peeta listening to “the hanging tree” and asking about burdock

•katniss and johanna rooming together

•peeta frosting annie and finnick’s wedding cake

•peeta flirting with annie and taking digs at katniss in the cafeteria

•more of tigris

•katniss going completely mute after prim dies

•katniss biting into peeta’s hand while he stops her from taking the nightlock pill (this is such an important moment in their relationship)

•katniss and peeta’s burns

•katniss’s trial while being incredibly inclined to 💀

•katniss singing during her trial!!!!! bc it’s not over until the mockingjay sings

•peeta’s stay at the capitol mental institution

•katniss and peeta GROWING back together (IT’S SLOW!!!!)

•i love that they used jen’s nephews don’t get me wrong but i wish they included katniss and peeta’s daughter

•lucy gray singing the valley song in the zoo

•the tribute’s being forced to walk in the procession at arachne’s funeral

•the tribute who killed her being suspended by a crane

•maude ivory discovering mayfair’s body

•coriolanus completely taking advantage of the plinths after sejanus’ exucution

please add more!!!!!

[ssweeterthanfiction]

So High School

masterlist.

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

[harleyharlot]

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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.

[daisyjonesgf]

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.

[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.

[me10dy10]

newspaper - finnick odair x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, Finnick."

"How've you been?"

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n nodded her head. "Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

"Sweetheart, let's sit down."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ilguna]

☼ thick and thin (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; Finnick tries to break up with you, but you won't let him.

warnings; swearing, prostituion mention

wc; 1.2k

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If there’s one thing that your boyfriend’s terrible at, it’s hiding things from you.

Finnick was your best friend long before either of you got reaped for the Hunger Games. Which means you’ve spent most of your life around him, you’ve had plenty of time to pick up on his mannerisms to know when he’s got something on his mind.

He tries to hide it from you, especially now because he doesn’t want you to be worried about him. No matter how many times you tell him that it worries you more when he’s gone silent, he doesn’t listen. He thinks that you’re lying to him so he’ll open up more, which isn’t necessarily true.

You know everything about him that there is to know. If he knew exactly just how much you pay attention to him, he would be a little freaked out by it. Or maybe not, because there are times where you catch him staring at you while you’re doing chores or mentoring, and he’ll refuse to look away, even after he’s been caught.

Finnick has unknowingly given you this smile each time he looks at you, and it’s not a good smile. It’s the type that you give to someone when they’re dying, like they’re fragile and if your tone’s too aggressive then they’re going to cry. Actually, now that you’re thinking about it, he’s treating you as if you’re one of them—a Capitol citizen.

He’s been picking and choosing his words very carefully this entire trip, and started a week before you got onto the train. It’s beginning to get irritating. Finnick knows very well that whatever he’s trying to protect you from is going to hurt more the longer he keeps it.

Which leaves you to only one choice, and that’s forcing his hand. He’s going to be pissed when you do it, but if it were you that was treating him gently, he’d do the same. He knows that you hate secrets, why he even bothers is a complete mystery to you.

Even now, with his back turned to you, it’s painfully obvious that there’s something going on. The moment you came into the room, he drug his chair over to the window to sit on while looking out of the window. For the first fifteen minutes you thought he was reading, until you looked over his shoulder and saw that he’s staring at the streets below.

While you have no issue calling him out on his behavior, you do have trouble starting the conversation. You and Finnick don’t fight often, and it might have something to do with the fact that you like to keep the peace. It’s easier to try not to disturb the bear.

You did your part by waiting, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself these past couple of days. You waited for him to come to you first to eliminate this, it’s almost like he wants you to ask because he doesn’t want to start the conversation. He knows that it’s eating you alive.

It’s probably the whole reason why he made a show out of turning the chair around and sitting there for the past hour without moving.

“Finnick,” You begin, watching as he sits up in the chair. “This has gone on longer than I normally let it, and I’m tired of waiting for you to come to me. Will you please tell me what’s going through your head right now?”

He doesn’t speak right away, running a hand through his hair, head tilting downward, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You ask, getting up from the bed to join his side. “You haven’t done anything besides treating me weird.”

Finnick looks at you when you stop, and you find that his eyes are bloodshot. The expression on your face falls, twisting into concern. You reach to touch his face, and he pushes your hand away.

“I love you.” He swallows, “And I think we should break up.”

You let your hand fall to your side, “That’s not happening.”

“(Y/n),” He’s shaking his head.

“No, Finnick.”

“Please, don’t make this a bigger deal than it has to be—”

You let out a scoff, taking a step back from him so he has a better look at your face. “We’ve been together for four years, you made a promise to me last year that you’d try through thick and thin. I’m not letting you do this.”

He turns his body to face you, “It’s not your fault, I’m not saying it’s your fault. It’s me.”

“That’s what they all say.” You tell him. “Why? Why would you change your mind like that?”

“Because I have a lot more on my plate than you do.” He says, holding his hand out in the direction of the door, “Because every night I’m in someone else’s bed instead of yours. I…” He closes his eyes. “I’m not trying to start a fight, or hurt your feelings. I just don’t want to do this anymore.”

“I told you before that I don’t care.”

“I care!” He bursts, “I wake up, I check on you. We mentor the tributes, I check on you. We end the day, I check on you, I leave to do my second job. When I come back and you’re still awake waiting for me, I feel fucking awful because I’ve kept you up.”

“You don’t have to worry about me.” Your eyebrows draw in. “I’ve told you a hundred times that I know you don’t have the energy.”

He sighs, “I don’t want to work this out, I just want to break up.”

“I don’t think you’re fully understanding what you’re asking for, Finnick.” You try to keep your voice measured.

“I do.”

“Baby,”

“Don’t.” He shakes his head, getting to his feet, trying to escape you. “Don’t call me that, not right now.”

You reach to grab his arm, following his steps. “Finnick, you’re going to regret your decision as soon as it’s done.” You stop walking, letting him go. “If you break up with me right now, you won’t be able to sleep tonight. It’s going to kill you more than it’s going to kill me, because you’re going to wish that you can take your words back.”

He wheels around to face you, “I know what I’m asking for.”

“We can stay together. I’ll stay in my own room, so that you get more privacy and you don’t feel the need to make sure I’m okay.”

“You know that’s not going to work.” He half-laughs.

“That’s what you’re asking for anyway right now!” You shout, “You think I’m still going to sleep in your bed even though we’re not together?”

“Please, (Y/n).”

“I’m not leaving. You can’t make me, and you won’t either.” You take a breath. “I’ll always be here, whether you like it or not.”

[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. But 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 😭

[ssweeterthanfiction]

highschool!finnick odair with The Prophecy coded reader.

like reader is apart of that one friend group where boys always go up to their friends but never to them. all her friends all have partners or have people they’re talking to, and all reader wants is that.

but when boys do come up to her it’s them asking her to set them up with one of her friends.

all she wants is someone to love her the way she loves.

all she wants is someone who wants their company.

she prays that hopefully one day it’ll be her.

and then along comes finnick.

he approaches reader, and of course she thinks he’s just asking to be set up with one of her friends.

but she’s pleasantly surprised when he asks her for her socials and her number…but she isn’t convinced that he wants to get to know her.

so it’s not surprising that she’s shocked that after talking for 2 weeks he asks her out.

before she knows it, she finds herself being with finnick more and more.

she finds herself walking with finnick afterschool, going on more dates with him, being at his house.

she’s confused for a while and freaks out. she convinces herself that if she keeps spending time with him she’s just going to get hurt. this resulting in her accidentally ghosting finnick for a few weeks.

finally he gets some alone time with her and he explains to her that he’s falling in love with her, and that he thought she felt the same way. but if she didn’t he would respect that.

she can’t believe it. he actually likes her. no, he’s falling in love with her.

it’s finally her turn to love someone. and she finally gets to be loved the way she loves.

and who else better to love than finnick odair?