Hello! Happy New Year, I Wanted To Ask You A Favor If You Could Do A One Shot About Finnick Odair X Female

hello! happy new year, I wanted to ask you a favor if you could do a one shot about Finnick Odair x female reader, where the two are winners and when they have to return to the games they protect each other at all costs, and the reader is stabbed and Finnick does everything to save her and he succeeds! thank you so much!

happy new years to you as well!

love this!! i'm gonna start working on it right away and will link to it here when it's complete

EDIT: here it is!

mirrors

(finnick odair x reader)

cw: mentions of sexual abuse and prostitution, talks of self hatred, ambiguous ending

→ reader comforts finnick when he's having a rough morning

open to submissions/asks !!

You know what kind of day it’s going to be as soon as you wake up.

Finnick’s not in bed anymore, which is unusual for him. He usually likes to stay in bed until well after you both have woken up. He likes to hold you against his chest, likes to whisper in your ear about everything and nothing. He likes knowing you’re there.

So when you wake up during sunrise and don’t see him next to you in bed, you can instantly tell something is wrong. You’re not worried or hesitant, you are more upset than anything.

Both you and Finnick have experienced the Hunger Games, so you’re no stranger to the nightmares that stem from it and bud out into real life. But when Finnick has nightmares, he tends to want to stay in bed rather than leave it, so you know that his terrors must not be what woke him up.

You sigh, getting up from the bed yourself. You smooth out the sheets and the duvet before grabbing your and Finnick’s mugs with old tea dregs in it to deposit in the kitchen sink. A pang of sadness hits you when you don’t spot Finnick at all during that time.

After throwing on one of Finnick’s knit sweaters and making two fresh mugs of tea, you set out to find your boyfriend, once and for all. It doesn’t take much looking- you find him sitting on the back deck overlooking the water.

“Finnick,” you say quietly so as not to startle him. “I brought you some tea.”

He doesn’t turn to look at you but by the way he flinches you know he heard you. You frown at his subtle action. 

“Go back inside. It’s too cold out here for you,” he eventually says after a long moment of silence. “I’ll be in soon.”

You don’t listen, instead choosing to sit on the step directly next to him, placing his mug on the table in front of you. “The tea will warm us both up.”

He finally turns his head to look at you. You try not to stare at the sight of the bags under his eyes or the way his frown has left a crease on his cheek. 

“What are you even doing here?” He asks, catching you off guard.

You don’t let the question faze you for too long before you respond easily, trying not to set him off. “I wanted to see you.”

He shakes his head before returning his gaze back to the water. “Not here, here. What are you doing with me?”

This question does cause you to raise your eyebrows. You set your mug of tea down next to his. “I’m here because I love you. You are the most perfect man in the world to me.”

You catch the way his face seems to melt at your words, how tears immediately come pouring from his eyes. Despite how hard it is, you don’t comfort him in fear of making his breakdown worse.

“I’m not. There’s nothing perfect about me. I’m dirty and used up.” He buries his face into his hands.

You’re speechless. You and Finnick have been together for a long time, and while he’s had moments where he feels like he’s not enough or that what the Capitol put him through made him less than, he’s never said anything like this. After a moment of processing his words, you try to soothe him by rubbing a hand up and down his back.

“Everything about you is perfect to me, Finn. And you are not dirty,” you say vehemently. “What they’re putting you through has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them.”

With his face still buried, Finnick cries out, “then why am I like this? Why can’t I live with it?”

You grimace. Every word he says resonates with you. While you were never sought after in the Capitol after your games in the same way Finnick is, you’ve seen the aftermath of the attention. You can’t do anything to change the past or what’s to come, but you can try to make things more bearable for him.

Afterall, he’s done so much for you.

“Can you tell me what happened, honey?” You dare to ask, hoping he’ll let you in.

He lifts his head up and turns back to face you. Your heart breaks at the sight of his watery eyes and red cheeks. “I just… looked in the mirror and hated what I saw. I hate my face for what it’s caused me.”

At this point you can’t help your own tears. “Finn,” you whisper. “There’s nothing wrong with you. There’s nothing wrong with your face, or your personality, or anything about you. Those people are the ones that are wrong. The people in the Capitol who are too evil to see the hurt that they’re causing.”

He nods. “Yeah.”

Not knowing what else to do, you wrap your arm around his shoulder and hold him until he tells you to stop. And when he does want to get up and go inside, you still say nothing as you make oatmeal for the two of you.

There’s nothing you can do or say to stop his torment. All you can do is promise to always be by his side.

-

vivid

(johanna mason x reader)

cw: none

link to the request → reader helping johanna dye her hair

open to submissions/asks !!

You look across the dinner table at Johanna. You’re both eating the same thing but something about how she brings her fork up to her mouth is very endearing to you.

“Stop watching me eat, weirdo,” she smiles at you, no heat behind her words. You smile back before taking a bite of your own dinner.

“You know,” she says, putting her fork down on her plate. “I was thinking I should dye my hair again now that it’s grown out.”

Your smile only grows. It’s been over a year since Snow died, since you moved out of the underground of District 13 and made a home in District 4 with Johanna. She wanted to stay close to Annie and her son and you would do anything for your girlfriend so you followed without complaint.

“I think you should do it. Red again?”

She nods, tilting her head. “Maybe you should do it for me. Some girlfriend bonding time for the two of us.”

You raise your eyebrows. “I don’t think I would be too good at dying hair. I can help you look for someone to do it for you, though.” You don’t want to mess it up and make her hate it.

“No,” Johanna insists. “I want you to do it.”

You bite your lip. Ultimately, you put your nerves aside and say, “fine. But if it goes wrong you absolutely can’t blame me for it.”

Apparently, the thought of dying her hair was something that has been on her mind for a while, because she squeals with excitement and runs out of the room. You stand up to follow her, but before you even make it out of the dining room, she’s back with a paper bag in her hand.

“I’ve already got everything we need. It’ll be perfect,” she grabs you by the hand and drags you to the master bathroom, both of you giggling excitedly on the way.

She unpacks the bag on the sink’s countertop, revealing red dye, gloves, a mixing bowl, and a brush. “This is it?” You ask, observing the materials.

“Should be,” she shrugs. “I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.”

“Huh. Okay,” you sigh before picking up the bottle of hair dye and reading the instructions, which doesn’t prove to be too helpful. 

Carefully, you put on the gloves and pour some of the dye into the little mixing bowl. You pause, before asking Johanna, “how much of your hair do you want to dye?”

“All of it,” she says offhandedly, playing with the hair tie that you left out this morning. “I just want something new.”

You nod, sticking your tongue out in concentration. “Okay, then I’m not even going to bother with the brush, to be honest. I’m just gonna slather it all on.”

“Slather,” Johanna teases. “Real professional.”

“I’m not a professional! If you wanted someone who knew what they were doing, you shouldn't have asked me.”

“Calm down, baby, it’ll be fine,” she puckers her lips and you oblige her with a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” you say offhandedly before scooping up a glob of the red dye and putting it on her hair. You work it through the ends before going up to her roots. You don’t know what you’re doing, but it seems right. It doesn’t take long before her entire head is covered in the red dye, some of it ending up on her forehead and her shirt. 

“Maybe we should have done something to prevent this,” you say, gesturing to the red mess all over the place.

Johanna shrugs, turning away from the mirror to face you. She kisses you, wrapping her arms around your neck. You reciprocate, moaning into her lips. After a few minutes, you pull away, leaving one last peck on her lips. “How long does the dye need to stay on?”

Johanna shrugs. “Like another half an hour?”

“You know what we can do in that time?” You smirk, eyes searching Johanna’s.

Your girlfriend smirks back at you. “What?”

“Kiss some more.”

Johanna’s smirk melts into a full blown grin and she practically attacks you in an effort to get to your lips again.

The next half an hour passes quickly between kisses and whispered words. When the hair dye gets rinsed off and her hair gets styled, both of you look at it in disbelief. 

“It looks… bad,” you say slowly. You slap a hand over your mouth when a giggle almost leaves your lips. You shouldn’t be laughing at your girlfriend's botched hair but you can’t help it.

It’s not terrible, the color stuck and is a beautiful deep shade of red. The issue is the fact that there are several sections of hair that the dye apparently never touched in the first place.

“No, I like it,” Johanna says unconvincingly. “It’s unique.”

You two look at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you laugh, tears welling in your eyes. “I’ll find a hairstylist, even if we have to go to a different district.”

Johanna leans into your side. “No, I want it to stay like this. It’ll remind me of you.”

You coo loudly at her. “When did you become such a sap? Love you, baby.”

She shuts you up with another kiss. “Love you too.”

-

hi !!! lil idea — finnick comforting pregnant!reader during morning sickness ??? just fluff thats all <3

so excited to write this one!

EDIT: the link

What about angst or like a genuine argument between reader and finnick? Curious to see how that’d play out

here it is!!

this was honestly so cathartic to write for some reason like i literally loved it

Hey ! I'm so excited to see someone else writing for Johanna because I'm obsessed with her and a grumpy×sunshine trope !!! Grumpy and abrasive Johanna and sunshine always kind fem!reader 🥹 would love love love to see some scenes maybe in the arena of during training and everyone is just shocked lol

johanna is literally my gf i'm so happy to write something for her

i'll link the completed work here when it's finished!

EDIT: here it is!