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okay so i think i’m gonna just write for peeta mellark and start writing for finnick odair, for now. that’s all i really have motivation and ideas to write for. hopefully you guys will like what i come up with!! ☆
this is me trying ☆ finnick odair x gn. reader
summary: finnick odair was something you trusted. and there were only two things you trusted. him, and the ocean. but finnick wasn’t like the ocean. he wouldn’t come back after pulling away.
warnings: ANGST, i really dk how i feel about this, reader has self doubt issues, flashbacks, fear of being led on, no comfort, victor finnick, finnick going to the capitol, no use of y/n, anything else that might count as a warning
646 words
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he was a fire. a fire that could keep your heart warm. and at first you thought that this could last. of course you were skeptical, he was known as this total womanizer, someone who would lure you in then leave you picking up the pieces of your heart. but you trusted him. he assured you so many times that what you saw on tv wasn’t who he was. and you believed him. whether it was for your own reassurance or his was up to debate.
walking with him made you feel like you did something so amazing in your last lifetime to deserve this. to deserve this person next to you, who swore he loved you so dearly.
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you two didn’t really have a backstory. of course, you knew of him. who in their right minds didn’t know who finnick odair was? you just thought he didn’t know who you were. but those lingering stares at the market, or whenever he came up to talk to you at your stall selling this week’s catch, there was always some sort of underlying tone. no malice, or anything like that. just something that your brain couldn’t pinpoint. but your heart certainly could.
“good morning, finnick. what can i do you for today?” you asked. it was like this every morning.
he would say something flirty, like “let’s see…what time are you free for dinner?”
and you would laugh, because he obviously didn’t mean it. and he’d laugh, a laugh that you could recognize anywhere, even if he became a stranger, because you were so in your head that he could see right through you, see everything you were thinking.
until one day, you responded with “eight o’clock?”
and he showed up at your house exactly at eight, flowers in hand and that haunting smile.
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you let him in, and he knew he won. maybe it was your fault. you’d been so self-destructive and selfish that you scared him off. you were so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere.
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there was a knock on your door. unusual for this time of night, but you welcomed it. you opened the door, and standing there was finnick.
“finnick? i thought you were in the capitol tonight?” you asked, confused. he left last night, telling you he’d be gone for a couple days. you didn’t mind. you understood that there were, for lack of a better word, duties that came with being victor.
he looked distressed. something you don’t see on his face very often. this combined with his early arrival back to district four made you nervous.
“is something wrong? do you need to come in?”
he gave a tight-lipped smile and nodded. “yeah.”
his attitude was off, too. something in you told you that this wasn’t going to end well.
you led him to your couch, where you both sat down.
you started talking, but he cut you off.
“look, i’m gonna make this quick. i don’t think we can be together.”
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the conversation didn’t go very far after that. till this day, you pondered what you did wrong. he wouldn’t tell you. and after he ended his relationship with you, he moved onto the next person, and the person after that.
you could tell there was something that he wasn’t telling you. you assumed it was something about yourself, the reason why he isn’t sitting next to you on the sand right now. maybe you’d never find out. the one thing you could do was let go.
and maybe, just maybe, you could find peace.
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hii! im back from my disappearance. this is my first time writing angst so please leave feedback!! it’s greatly appreciated. thank you so much for being so kind and understanding and patient. also could you tell i wrote this to this is me trying by taylor swift?
im gonna open requests!!! currently only writing for finnick and peeta rn
“THEY’RE PRETTY BUT…”
based off that one trend where it’s like “blah blah is pretty but blahblahblah is pretty like (insert something here)
a/n: i think this is really cute so i hope you like! i’ll do more characters if i can think of them ☆
includes katniss, peeta, johanna, and finnick
the hunger games characters are pretty, but…
katniss is pretty like fog over lakes
peeta is pretty like golden evenings
finnick is pretty like secret coves
johanna is pretty like fireworks
RAE’S RECORDS…
THE HUNGER GAMES
FINNICK ODAIR ☆
this is me trying
summary: finnick odair was something you trusted. and there were only two things you trusted. him, and the ocean. but finnick wasn’t like the ocean. he wouldn’t come back after pulling away.
showing my cards
summary: never would you let someone like finnick odair into your life, but finnick odair was an exception.
PEETA MELLARK ☆
the doctor is in
summary: after you get sick, peeta takes it upon himself to be the person taking care of you.
JOSH HUTCHERSON (he deserves his own category atp)
MIKE SCHMIDT ☆
my favorite things
summary: mike has never had anyone compliment him, not in a long time, at least.
moving day
summary: you moving into mike’s house makes actually moving in a bit sweeter.
CLAPTON DAVIS ☆
skate to me
summary: clapton was absolutely astonished when he saw that the person who skated right by him in the hallway was right here, next to him, in his science class.
from me, to you (1), (2)
summary: you and clapton had a christmas tradition. gift baskets. but this year, clapton has a special letter attached to his…
clapton davis hcs!
RANDOM ☆
“they’re pretty but…” with thg characters!
summary: based off that one trend yk
more to come…! ☆
NAVIGATION…
ABOUT ME…
my name is rae! i’m eighteen, and i’m a taurus. i’m 5’2 (short-ass, i know 😔) and i have the humor of a twelve year old. i can’t get enough of the ocean and rainy forests. i’ve been writing on tumblr for a couple months! i love the hunger games, and the outsiders. they have my heart. i’m also a huge swiftie, so you’ll see some references to her songs in my fics (sorry, not sorry)
WHAT I WRITE…
currently writing for finnick odair, peeta mellark, katniss everdeen, and johanna mason
feel free to send in requests for any of these characters!
i did write for mike schmidt and clapton davis, and you can find those fics here!
thinking of opening up to more movies and/or series! (outsiders, maybe??? 🫣)
i’ll write fluff, angst, and smut!
most of my reader inserts will be gender neutral, but if they’re not they will be female or feminine reader!
WHAT I WON’T WRITE…
absolutely NO pedophilia, incest, or non-consensual nsfw
i won’t write any kinks like scat kinks, piss kinks, stuff like that.
i don’t write character x character fics.
i won’t write anything relating to ed’s or sh.
CONCLUSION…
i also post random thoughts and shit on here, so be prepared! also, i can’t believe i have to say this but if you’re racist, transphobic, homophobic, sexist, misogynistic, ableist, DNI!!!!!
so apparently my account turned one year old today so thats cool 🤩
little weird rant or whatevs
do you ever feel like you get so into liking a fictional character and when you read their silly little fics and stuff you get so into it and you’re like “oh, can’t wait to experience that with them” but then you’re like, what? there’s not gonna be a when and your whole world comes crashing down around you because you sucked yourself into your own little delulu 😸
i have this enlightenment like several times a day
hey!! can i request finnick enamored with a reader who plays hard to get? and she’s desirable like finnick and they met in the capitol after snow tried to push the image of them being king and queen with equal levels of desirability? thanks!
showing my cards ☆ finnick odair x f. reader
summary: never would you let someone like finnick odair into your life, but finnick odair was an exception.
warnings: mentions of sex trafficking, finnick’s trafficking, no use of y/n, poorly written dialogue, capitol issues, first meeting cliche, reader’s hard to get, mentions of alcohol, i dont know if i love this or hate it
1k words
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you’d never liked it easy. whether it was intentional or not, you always found a way to make things harder then they had to be. maybe it was your upbringing, maybe it was just the way you were, but you never found the right person.
even as queen of panem.
it wasn’t anyone’s fault, truly. growing up was about survival. the games and everything after that was about survival. but god, how you wished that you could love someone.
it wasn’t like your life was incomplete without love, but you’d never found that someone to love. it was never…right. always some downside to the person.
it didn’t help that you changed your mind right as someone’s hand found their way into yours, or someone’s lips found their way to your lips. you wanted to live in it, to revel in the feeling of passion someone was giving to you, but it never clicked. and you hated it. it made you feel uncertain.
you never let that uncertainty show though. that’s how you got your title: “the poker faced jewel of panem. never letting her real feelings thorough. so misleading. so mystical. so hard to get.
and you played along. better to let them think you’re a person who leads another on because of no particular reason than to let them see through your facade you’d put on for so many years.
unfortunately, wittiness and mysteriousness can also earn you another title; desirable. and no urge is too nauseating to fulfill in the capitol.
parties, where the drinks tasted like a perfume your stylist had selected for you that evening. dinners, where even outside of a camera’s view, you had to entertain. to put on a performance.
it was at one of these parties, though, where you’d been invited with no certain reason why. the only other victor at this party was the only one in the capitol who was as beloved as you.
it had been four years after your “victory” in the hunger games, so you knew everyone fairly well. you just never got around to introducing yourself to finnick odair. seemed odd enough too, seeing as you were neighbors in district four. he was rarely home, though. a situation you knew all too well.
you decided tonight could be the night. as good as any other capitol party. you waited for when he finally got out of the grasp of a very handsy customer, who looked like she’d been downing glass after glass of alcohol.
you turned around, preparing yourself to walk up to him, only to turn around and be met with the sight of eyes that could make the waters part.
and for a split second, it felt like this was how you were supposed to live. in each other’s presence.
you decided to speak first. “hello, odair.” you say.
“looking for some fresh air tonight?” he asks, walking towards the entrance of the building.
strangely, you already felt comfort in his foreign presence. feelings of an unknown name started to bubble up, and you couldn’t allow that to happen.
“why? trying to get me alone so you can dazzle me into dating you?” you reply, having absolutely no idea where the cold undertone came from.
finnick knew of your repuation, but he also knew that every victor has their role. whether it be the crazy one, or the one with nothing to lose. it was something he knew all too well. but still, hearing your sarcastic remarks and replies made his heart flutter a little more each time. so he kept pushing.
he put a hand on his chest, feigning injury. “ouch,” he says. “seems like someone’s enjoying the party.”
you let out a scoff. “yes, absolutely ecstatic about my being here.” you say, walking ahead of him and outside.
you make your way to a sort of balcony, overlooking a garden in the gorgeous front yard of someone’s mansion. you pitied the person that would have to clean up after this.
finnick walks up next to you, leaning his arms against the railing, mirroring you.
“what is the queen of panem thinking about?” he says, sarcasm and humor delicately laced into his voice.
you turn your head to look at him. you were about to speak, but the sight that was in front of you was jarring.
you knew finnick was gorgeous. it was a known fact throughout panem. but cameras did not do him justice. you never understood why he needed all the fancy lighting the capitol provided. the moonlight cascading down his face and drawing out his features was certainly enough for you, you thought.
remembering the question he had asked god knows how long ago, you brought yourself back to reality. “she thinks about why finnick odair is asking what she thinks about.” you say, turning your head away from him and looking down.
he laughs. “touché.” he says, trailing off.
you can’t help but let out a small laugh. you don’t know why, there’s just something so intimate about the whole interaction.
you decide it’s your turn to ask a question. “how’re you enjoying the party?” you ask.
“party? could’ve sworn it was a funeral with how many people there look like they could’ve witnessed the rebellion.” he says, earning a laugh from you.
finnick swears that making you laugh within the first ten minutes of your meeting is one of his biggest accomplishments. he’d been enamored with you since he’d heard your laugh that night.
you’ve never known what it’s felt like to have someone go this far without making you change your mind, so you let the conversation happen.
you’ve heard of finnick’s reputation. his alleged personality, his habits. you’d never let someone like finnick into your life. but finnick himself could slide.
maybe, just maybe, you’d show your cards for finnick odair.
hii!! really hope you like what i did with the request! i tried to put in every component but i may’ve gone a bit astray! please leave feedback it’s greatly appreciated ☆