i still wanted him to be finnick... =(

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Hello, everlarkbirthdaygoddesses! 😘 My birthday is April 1 (no foolin’!) ☺️ and I would love a gift to share with everyone in the fandom. If it were rated M/E, that would be purrrfect, but I'd be happy with anything. Thank you for sharing the love. xo

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Happy Birthday, @katamount! The birthday ‘goddessess’ (your words not ours ;)) have decreed your special day a very worthy one, indeed. Thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for the incredible part 2 of All’s Fair. You can find part one here

“We’re graduating in a year, Gale. Going into different branches with different bases and little chance of being assigned together,” Katniss says.

Unless we’re married. Even then, we’d maybe get one or two assignments together if we’re lucky, and there’s not even a guarantee of that.

But I can’t say any of that to her, because this is the first time she’s even mentioned what happens after, and while my battered heart lurches at the knowledge that she’s actually thinking about us in the long term…if she’s already thinking of dumping my ass over this, then mentioning marriage now would just be the nail in my coffin.

R.I.P. Gale Hawthorne. He opened his mouth too wide and choked on wanting too much.

“We can find a way to make it work,” I hear myself say, and the words sound useless even to me. A hundred million pleas sit on the tip of my tongue, all the things that won’t mean a damn without her, all the ways I want to fight for us, but I can’t stop my brain from jumbling them all together and she doesn’t need me to be a pathetic mess right now so I choke them back.

“Gale,” she says and it already sounds like ‘good-bye.’

I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fists, feeling the bite of the plastic cuffs into my wrists and hoping the physical pain will keep me grounded through the pain of her leaving.

“Just…do it fast, okay?” I whisper, hoping it’ll be like ripping off a band aid and knowing it won’t. “You don’t even have to say anything. Just…go.”

“That’s the problem,” she whispers back. “I can’t. It’s always been you, Gale.”

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LOL! How many of you vomited? Don’t lie! We just couldn’t resist since this day only comes around once a year. @katamount you are a fan to all and a fabulous person in this fandom. We wish you the best birthday EVER! Your REAL story is below the cut. *hugs* 

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“So, there’s a girl?” Caesar asked Finnick with an eyebrow raised. A large grin pulled itself onto Finnick’s face. “There is,” he answered. Many of the women in the audience cheered with joy, some hoped dearly it was them the boy with champagne blonde hair was talking about.

“Mind telling us more?” Caesar challenged playfully. “I’m not so sure she wants her name broadcasted on television for millions to see, but I can however tell you about her,” Finnick spoke.

“Go on,” Caesar urged him. “She’s beautiful, she has these beautiful eyes that sparkle like diamonds in the sun. She’s so incredibly intelligent and smart, and so easy to talk to. She’s just really perfect,” Finnick said.

“Well I hope that we can hear more of her sometime,” Caesar nodded, hopeful that Finnick bring his significant other into the spotlight. Finnick shrugged with a smile, “Maybe.”

finnick odair imagine | he’s insecure about his past

requested by anon

words: 997

warnings: mentions of prostitution

In which Finnick tells you about his past and how it made him feel, and you’re there to help him see his worth again.

Originally posted by drunksexhes

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Finnick worried at his lip as he finally broke the silence between the two of you. You had been seeing one another for weeks, but you’d had feelings for him for a lot longer than that, with him always flirting and you always rolling your eyes, secretly enjoying the attention. Ever since you had made it official, though, things had changed; he had been quiet, reserved, and you weren’t quite sure why. It seemed that perhaps now you were finally about to get your answer.
You sat down at the kitchen table across from him, your hands fidgety in your lap and your heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. All you could think was: he’s going to break up with me. This is it.
“What is it?” You asked as calmly as you could. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”
He couldn’t meet your eyes. His usual cheeky smile had been long wiped from his face. You had never seen him like this, not even in the arena. He was always so confident, even when faced with death. That terrified you even more.
“[Y/N], I’ve not been honest with you about who I am. What I’ve done.”
He’s cheated, you thought, your heart sinking. “Okay,” you whispered. “What have you done?”
He took a deep breath, ran his hands over his face as though he didn’t want you to even look at him. “I’m a prostitute…or, was.”
“What?” Your eyes widened, your mouth slightly agape. This was certainly not what you had been expecting to hear. “What do you mean?”
“After my first time in the Games, Snow…He made me sell myself to women. Mostly those in the Capitol, but not always. He threatened the safety of my family. He made it clear that I had no choice.”
You had no idea what to say. He looked so broken—and more than that, ashamed—as he spoke. There were so many questions, so many thoughts rushing through your head, and all you could do was stare at him, a tear rolling down your cheek without you even realising. Your skin crawled at the thought of Finnick being treated so awfully.
“I didn’t let them pay me, at least, not with money. I asked for their secrets, instead. I never wanted it, [Y/N]. I never wanted to feel so…dirty.” His voice cracked on that last word and that was when you sprung into action, grabbing his hand above the table quickly.
“You’re not dirty, Finnick. It wasn’t your fault.” You squeezed his hand reassuredly, finding it difficult to hide your anger at the Snow. “It’s the Capitol. They’re disgusting. You didn’t deserve to be treated like some kind of animal. I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.”
A flicker of surprise passed over his face before his eyebrows furrowed again and he looked down at your intertwined hands. “I thought you’d be angry…or disgusted. How can you even look at me after what I’ve just told you? I was a prostitute, [Y/N],” he said again as though you had misunderstood the first time.
“It doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t make me see you any differently. How could it?” You smiled sadly, cupping his jaw with your hand and tracing a gentle thumb over the corner of his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and when he opened them again, they were filled with tears of his own.
“Sometimes I just feel like I’m worthless. My own body didn’t belong to me. I was used, treated like I was nothing. How can I expect you to love me after all of that?”
“Because I’m not like them. Because I know that you’re so much more than what they made you.” You stood up and rounded the table until you reached him. For once, it was not you that needed the reassurance. It was not you who felt insecure and underserving of him, and you just hoped that you could show him how much he was truly worth. You sat in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and wiping away a tear that had fallen. “You’re not worthless, Finnick. You’re everything to me. I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me sooner.”
“I thought you’d run a mile. I didn’t want you to see me the way that everyone else did, but I knew you had to know.”
“I could never see you that way.” You kissed his forehead gently and allowed him to rest his face in the crook of your neck. Of course, there was still so much that you needed to process, so much you knew he would eventually tell you more about, but you knew all that would come with time.
“What did I do to deserve you?” He murmured, the sound vibrating against your shirt.
“It should be me asking you that,” you smiled, pulling away and pushing his hair out of his face. You didn’t tell him you loved him—it was too soon for that, even though you both knew the feelings were there. Instead, you simply let him seek comfort in your warmth.
You sat there for hours, in his lap, his head against your chest. He was listening to the sound of your heartbeat as he told you stories about the Capitol and the women he would meet. He spoke for hours and you listened, not drifting off once.
“You never have to go through that again,” you told him when his voice had finally trailed off. “It’s over now.”
He nodded, the corners of his mouth turned up as though he wanted to smile but didn’t quite remember how to. When you woke up the day after, though, the smiling, teasing Finnick you knew so well was back and a weight having been lifted from his chest.
It wouldn’t be easy, but you would try your best to help him see his own worth again.

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Calling It

Author: cascadingpearls

Prompt: “Okay so I’m in the mood for some slight angst so I was wondering if you could possibly do Everlark breaking up because of a misunderstanding but of course they get back together after it’s resolved.” (anon request) [submitted by @titaniasfics]

Rating: T

Author’s Note: This ended up a drabble, because I had some family stuff come up… hopefully I’ll be able to come back to this and flesh this out a bit more. Also this was inspired by New Girl.

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Odesta Drabble: Pranks with Spouses

I saw a post a while back that inspired this, but I don’t think it was on this site. I saw something similar again on Facebook and I don’t know if I could link a FB post here (or that I’d want to). If anyone has a link, feel free to add or send my way!

Annie wandered into the living room, still drying her hair.

Finnick walked inside the house and commented, “It’s really muggy outside.”

“It’s winter.” She said. Then she noticed a look in her husband’s eyes. She glanced toward the kitchen. Nothing seemed amiss. All the cabinets were shut. Then she looked back to her husband.

“What?” He walked into the kitchen.

“Muggy?” She followed him. “Am I going to look out the window and see all our coffee cups in the yard?”

He pulled a bowl from the cabinet. “Maybe.” He poured coffee into the bowl.

Annie looked out the window and rolled her eyes. “You’re doing the dishes for the rest of the month.”

Finnick shrugged and sipped his coffee out of the bowl. “Worth it.”

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finnick fluff modern au: cozy sunday morning w (wohever u ship him with)

i ship him with so many people, anon

It was early morning still, but later than Finnick had expected. He didn’t get along with sleep well, insomnia having become his best friend in recent year. The partying didn’t help, but he was beginning to leave that life behind, one drink, one club at a time. 

Next to him, Annie shifted, sighing softly in her sleep. 

He stilled. He didn’t want to wake her, didn’t want her to come to her senses and realize where she was. Idiot. Stupid. He should have never gotten involved with her, never brought her home. And somehow, somehow, she stayed. She slept in his bed until the morning. People had been in this bed before, sure, but not until morning. Not sleeping. Not wearing his shirt because she didn’t have clothes to sleep in. It was equal parts adorable and hot to watch the way it rode up her thigh, exposing long legs tangled in his blanket like she was fighting something.

Nothing happened. 

Maybe that was the part more stunning than the fact that she was still here. 

Nothing happened.

He wanted it to happen. Not because he expected it to happen, but because he actually wanted it. Wanted her. 

She had said no, firmly, with a soft kiss, and collapsed on top of him. Her head had rested on his chest and listened to his heart. She said his breathing reminded her of the ocean at night. 

He remembered staring up at the ceiling as she said that, his hands in her hair, confused. So confused. 

“Don’t stare,” Annie mumbled, turning her head to bury her face into the pillow. “It’s weird.”

“You stare at me all the time,” Finnick countered. “Isn’t that weird?”

“Not when you’re sleeping.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen me sleeping before.”

She turned to face him, lifting her head from the pillow. Her hair had spilled forward into her face, covering most of it from view. She was a messy sleeper. All over the place. Flipping sides. Reaching out for him. Stealing blankets. She was as chaotic asleep as she was awake, and it was miserably attractive. 

“I did a few hours ago. Had to pee,” she said. 

“And did you stare at me?”

“Until you started snoring.”

It took him by such surprise that he hadn’t realized he was laughing until he caught sight of Annie’s grin as she removed the hair from her face. It was the widest he had ever seen from her. 

“Nobody’s ever told me that.”

She shrugged and sat up, her legs crossing over each other. Leaning forward, she poked him in the chest. “Good.” She nodded to herself. “I want to be the first.”

His hand caught her wrist, gently, slowly, so that she knew what he was doing. She was easy to spook, and he had done that enough as it was. A blush settled over her face as his thumb rubbed casually over her pulse point. That made her blush. Not him half naked, not her half naked in his shirt, not the fact that they had slept in the same bed together. She was a strange girl, this Annie Cresta who had crept into his life like a thief. 

“Consider your flag planted, Annie.”

Her smile was small now but no less genuine, head tilting as she regarded him. He tugged on her wrist, once, letting her decide whether or not she was going to come in closer to him. He would follow her lead, whatever it was. But there was a sense of relief when her body curled against his, head on his chest again, arm around his waist. 

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Here is my story that I contributed to @mores2sl. Due to the length, I’ve decided to divide it into 3 chapters.

Rated: E for explicit sexual content and explicit language. Because I like some hotness with my sweetness. 

Possible trigger: Discussion of a minor character’s infidelity.

Thank you to @sponsormusings​ and @papofglencoe​ for being amazing betas. Your support and friendship mean the world to me. And thank you to the fantastic @loving-mellark​ for your skills in making this hot banner.

Summary: Modern AU: Young newlyweds Katniss and Peeta live a simple life in their hometown of Victors County; a life filled with family, friends and the love they have for each other. But an unexpected turn of events, and a brush with the law, puts their relationship – and their sex life – to the test. And afterwards, nothing will be the same.

“Oh, dammit!” Katniss shrieks, dropping her knife next to the half-chopped parsley and running over to the stove to pull the burning pot of stew off the gas burner. Placing it carefully on the sink, she grabs a wooden spoon, hoping the meal is still salvageable - but very quickly she realises the food smells like charcoal and the bottom of the pot is singed black. Tears of frustration threaten to fall at the corners of her eyes and she lets out a sigh of defeat. Swiftly, she scrapes the burnt remnants into the nearby trash can and throws the pot into the sink with some hot water and detergent. She determinedly scrubs away her failed mess and prepares herself to start all over again. You can do this, Katniss. You may not be a domestic goddess, but surely you can cook a meal for your husband.

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Finnick O'Dair x Reader. Requested.

Prompt; “They were all looking, but I didn’t care- I ran to him anyway.”

You and Finnick had been best friends, once upon a time. The friendship began when you two were kids and as you grew older it blossomed into love. For a long time you thought the love was unrequited. You thought the love was one sided. You loved Finnick and you wished that he could hold you in his arms, that the two of you, perhaps not at the age of fourteen but in a few years time, you wished that the two of you may one day, possibly, maybe actually get together, that he might actually fall in love in with you. But you were smarter than that, Finnick wouldn’t love you the way you love him, he sees you as a best friend, as a sister, not a lover. And you were not willing to risk your friendship with him for a hopeless dream. So you kept your mouth shut. And you thought that you would NEVER tell him of your true feelings.

But things change.

The capital ruins everything.

It started the day Finnick was reaped for the hunger games. Tears poured down your face as Finnick made the agonising walk from the crowd to the stage. When he reached the stage and shook the hand of the female tribute, his eyes locked in yours only for a few seconds. It was only when the double doors closed behind Finnick closed, blocking him from your view did it all sink in. Finnick O'Dair, your best friend and the boy you were in love with was going into the hunger games. And there was only a one in twenty four chance he was going to come back home to you.

Finnick’s family were the first to see him after the reaping. You stood outside the doors, pacing back and forth, twiddling with your thumb and doing anything to distract yourself as Finnick said goodbye to his family. When they left, surround by peacekeepers, you could see their blood shot eyes and slouching backs, they didn’t think they’d see him again either.

As soon as you were aloud in you launched yourself into Finnick’s arms. He held you closely and petted your hair, trying to calm you down. Finnick was the one to pull away. He looked into your eyes searching for something. Using the hand that wasn’t on your waist he pushed back a few strand of hair from your face but he left his hand on your cheek. He slowly leaned in until his lips were millimetres away from yours, he waited a few seconds as if changing his mind and began to pull away. But before he could you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his lips to yours. The kiss was a little awkward, a mix of lips and tears and it only last a few seconds but neither of you could deny the butterflies in your stomachs, the pounding of your hearts, that commenced as soon as your lips connect and continued until the moment you both pulled away. Before either of you could say a word, you felt a strong hand take hold of your arm. Your time was up. Tears began to blur your eyes as you looked widely between the peacekeepers and Finnick trying to get free to get back to the young boy but to no avail.

“Win for me!” You called to Finnick. And as the doors closed, you could hear him say; “I’ll come back to you, I promise.”

You didn’t see Finnick again until after he won his games, after he returned home because not matter how much your parents tried to get you to watch Finnick in the games, you’d always look away. You knew that he wouldn’t want you to see him like that, so you didn’t. When Finnick got back you were so happy. He wanted nothing more than to return to his normal life, a life with you by his side, but it was harder than he first imagined.

Neither of you could stop thinking about the kiss but it wasn’t awkward between the two of you, you both acted the way you did before the games. It went unspoken that you both were far too young to start dating so you decided you’d wait until you both were sixteen to date officially. Even though the two of you weren’t dating after a while things got a little friendlier between the two of you. When he hugged you, you’d snuggle into him, you’d kiss his cheek and he would blush and when he had nightmares, thoughts that haunted him even in his sleep, you’d be by his side, holding him and calming him down, like he did to you the day he was reaped.

By the time you guys were sixteen you both knew, without even talking, that you two were dating.

But things change.

The capital ruins everything.

There was absolute no denying that by the time Finnick had become sixteen he was extremely attractive, so much so that any girl would fall to their knees and grovel at his feet. The capital knew that. And they wanted that. And the woman of the capital, the rich and bejewelled, wanted to have him. So the President tried to make a deal with Finnick, to make him a cortisone. Finnick said no and the capital killed his family. When he tried to run away with you they caught you both and took you away from Finnick, making a promise to him that they wouldn’t hurt you, only if he obeyed them.

And that was the last time you ever saw Finnick.

Each day passed the same way. You’d wake up in your soft bed, in your huge room in the president’s own home. You’d ring a bell to notify the peacekeepers outside your door that you were awake, and one of them would send for an attendant to dress you in some simple clothing and give you breakfast that could be bacon & eggs or pancakes or even waffles with ice cream, you were given anything you’d like. After getting ready and eating, peacekeepers would escort you to the library where you would read until lunch which would be served either in the library or in the gardens. After lunch you had a large verity of activities to do to entertain yourself. You could watch capital tv (never anything about the hunger games as you were forbade to have anything to do with Finnick), write, draw, shop with some of the presidents family and once a month you’d have a spa day to keep you looking beautiful. And once a month you’d have tea with President Snow himself.

It continued like this for years but not once did you go a day without wishing for Finnick to be with you or at least to see his smile. Up until one day during the 75th Hunger Games.

You were taken from your room in the middle of the night and taken to a tall building which was said to be the training centre for tributes. They lead you to a room and injected you with something and than something else, and something else. You were injected with needles over and over again causing stabbing pains throughout your entire body. You screamed and withered in pain until eventually you passed out.

When you woke up, you were hot. You felt the humid air surrounding you like a completely unwelcome blanket. You lied on a soft dirt ground facing towards the sky. Slowly, you raised yourself to your elbows and looked around, trying to familiarise yourself with your surrounds. Jungle. You’d never seen one in real life but you remember seeing an arena like this on the hunger games when you were younger.

The Hunger Games.

Is that where you were? Immediately feeling extremely paranoid you jumped up form the ground a began walking in a random direction, hopping to find some clue of where you were. By the direction of the sun it looked as if it was the afternoon, around four.

Coming closer to the beach I saw five figures. Quickly I ducked behind a tree and remained as silent as possible. Three of the tributes had their backs to me, two men and a woman. They seemed to be banging on a barrier of some sort of force field, blocking them from the other two. A man curled in a ball, whose face I was unable to see and a brunette girl who must’ve been a teen, she looked terrified and than he curled herself into a ball and laid next to the man.

Curious about the lot, I stayed and watched. Not long after the blonde male moved forward and lifted the brunette to carry her to the beach near by, the other man trailing behind.

“I heard her. She was screaming.” The boy said, still curled in a ball. “It was her.”

The woman crouched down in front of him. “The Capital has her, they promised you they would kill her.”

“They didn’t say they wouldn’t hurt her.” The man said looking up.

I gasped in shock, alerting their attention. My hiding place concealing only the left side of my body, they could still me. But against my instincts, I didn’t hide. I was in an arena with killers, two of which are right in front of me armed. But I didn’t want to run. I did probably the dumbest thing someone could do in these games. I stepped forward, with arms raised.

“Finnick.” My voice came out a lot quieter than I had intended. The woman looked ready to charge but Finnick held her back. I felt tears pool in my eyes, he recognised me. “Finnick it’s me. I swear it’s me.” I took another step forward.

So did Finnick. “(Y/n)?”

I nodded my head furiously. “Its me Finnick, it’s really me.”

He shock his head. “Your not her, your a trick.”

By this time the other three had returned and stood with the woman with the axes.

“Our first kiss was the day you were reaped, when I had to say goodbye to you. You were about to pull away when I grabbed your collar. I told you to win for me and you said that’ll you’ll come back to me, you promised.”

“(Y/n)?” I saw in his eyes that he believed me. I smiled.

“Finnick, do you know her?!” The axe girl yelled in question.

Finnick nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

They were all looking, but I didn’t care- I ran to him anyway.

When I reached him his arms circled around me holding me tightly and I wrapped my arms around his neck as I cried softly in his shoulder.

“I love you (y/n). I love you so damn much, and I’m never letting anyone take you away from me again. Especially not the capital.” My arms wrapped tighter around his neck.

“I love you too Finnick.”

—–Extended Ending. Do not read if you want a nice warm and fuzzy feeling after reading this.—–

“How are you here?” Finnick asked pulling away.

“I- I don’t know. I was taken from my room in the middle of the night and they injected something in my arm.” I said gesturing to my arm. “I woke up about an hour ago.”

“Finnick, I thinks she’s now a tribute.” The older man says.

We both stared at him not believing his words. But than it slowly started to click. The injection was a tracker. I was in the Hunger Games. I was now officially a tribute.

It was the Capitals final revenge. For Finnick to survive I’d have to die. To live myself Finnick would have to die.

This was the way to make sure Finnick and I could never be together.

Finnick Odair Imagine (Pt. 2)

Imagine Finnick coming home from the game and acting completely different around you.

Eagerly, I stood waiting in the train station for Finnick’s arrival. Due to his skills, charm, and striking good looks, he gained a lot of sponsors, and won the games through a bloodbath. Because of the horror in the arena he had to deal with, I felt sorry for him, but I was elated to have him return just as he promised.

Cheers erupted from the crowd as the train pulled into the station. The doors opened, and out stepped out victor and my best friend: Finnick Odair.

“Our victor has returned home!” The escort announced boldly. The crowd cheered louder as she hoisted his hand in the air just as she did at the reaping; a grin split my face as I applauded with them. As soon as the crowd began to disperse, I snaked my way through to Finnick.

“Finnick!” I called joyfully. His head snapped in my direction and his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“(Y/N)!” He shouted as we ran towards each other. I jumped into his arms and we both laughed as he spun me around. Once he set me down, he embraced me tightly.

“You’ve grown since I saw you last,” I stated looking at his face.

“Have I?” He asked raising his eyebrows. I nodded with a chuckle and buried my head in his chest. “I promised I wouldn’t leave you.”

“I know,” I giggled. “I know.” He ran his hand through my hair as we stood there in each other’s arms. “I missed you so much, Finnick.”

“I missed you, too, sweetheart.” Raising an eyebrow at him, I pulled back to look at his face to see a mischievous grin on his face.

“Sweetheart?” I chuckled.

“Yeah, why not?” He asked with a shrug. “Come on,” he continued grabbing my hand, “we’ve got a lot to catch up on.” Nodding, I let him lead me wherever he wanted to go.

Our day was mostly spent at the beach just as we did before the games: fishing, swimming, and relaxing in the sun. The sun was beginning to set and we both sat on the shore watching it slowly sink into the horizon. The sky was painted a light fuchsia with streaks of violet, scarlet, and red to accent it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He spoke up looking down at me.

“Sure is,” I agreed keeping my gaze forward, a gentle smile settling its way on my face. “Probably not nearly as beautiful as the Capitol, right?” I glanced over at him.

“Oh, the Capitol is gorgeous,” he crooned looking back at the sun, “but I prefer this over artificial beauty. In that case, I prefer District 4 over the Capitol any day.”


“Mhm,” he nodded, “especially when it comes to the women.” Furrowing my eyebrows, I met his eyes again. “Too much artificial beauty and…not enough natural beauty.” I then noticed how close he was to my face.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, oblivious to the fact that our faces were merely inches apart. “I’m just enjoying the natural beauty I haven’t been able to see for so long.”

“…Me?” He smirked leaning in closer. I shrunk back. “Since when have you noticed my ‘natural beauty’? We’re best friends.”

He sighed. “Look, (Y/n), I don’t mean to throw this on you now, but I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember. There’s never been any girl like you when it comes to beauty and a great personality.”

My heart suddenly skipped a beat, but why? “You were the only thing on my mind that kept me alive throughout the games. Besides my family, I had something to actually go home to. The rest of the tributes, I learned, had almost next to nothing, so I fought. I fought hard…” He trailed off. “For you.”

Without warning, his lips landed on mine sending my head into a whirligig. Completely forgetting myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved my lips perfectly in sync with his. I felt his hands travel slowly to my hips and pull me closer to him.

As soon as I felt his tongue drag across my lower lip, I pulled away. Deep pants puffed from my mouth as I looked into his wanting green eyes. My mind snapped back to reality, and I stood up before he could capture me in a mind-bending trance again. I hurriedly grabbed my shoes and sped away from him.

“(Y/n), wait a minute!” His hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Please, just come back and we can talk about this-”

“I need some time to think, Finnick,” I quickly interrupted. “Just, let me be for a few days.” Defeated, he dropped his hand from my shoulder and I ran home.

The question stuck in my mind: “What happened to my best friend Finnick?” It was never his intention to come on to me like that before the games. Did they brainwash him or something?

Slamming the door behind me, I fled to my room and plopped down on my bed, forgetting the world around me and piecing together what had happened.

All right, I had a BUNCH of you guys eager for part 2, so here it is! Sorry if it’s not like the first part, but get this:


So, if you’re still enjoying these, let me know! Plus, I’d hate to leave you hanging at this point.

If you want to read some more stories, check out my newest account, @8fandoms-galore8 ^_^! Until next time, darlings! -LGN

Odesta Fanfiction

one-shots, Both AU and Cannon:

First Date

Inner sadness

Mag’s Birthday

Come Up For Air: Odesta One-Shots

Her and Him

Flower Crowns

Still Looking Up

Camping at Key West

To The Moon and Back

The Proposal

The Sailor and His Mermaid

If Anything I Want This To Last

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The Deep Blue

The Smell of Roses

Into The Deep

Odesta- A Romance


Darkest Shadow

Predicted Fate

Music is Your Blood

People Are Deceiving

Infinity: Sound of The Waves

Different Shades of Hope

Let it Go

Parts of One

Infinity: Sea Glass

jroseley  asked:

Hello ! My birthday is January 13th . It will be a Friday the 13th so how about a modern AU Friday the 13th story ? Anything will be greatly appreciated . Thank you !!

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Spooky birthday gifs, who knew? Happiest of birthdays to you @jroseley! To celebrate in spooky fashion, the lovely and creative @historywriter2007 has crafted this wonderful little Everlark delight, just for you. Enjoy!

The Unluckiest Day

By @historywriter2007

AN – Here it is. I based it more on the fact that most people hate Friday the 13th, but I do have some scary movie references in it. Hope this is close to what you wanted.  Rated T.

Peeta didn’t want to go out tonight. He would rather spend this day hiding away in his room. He hated Friday the 13th, nothing good ever happened on that day.  It’s not that he was superstitious. He just stayed away from black cats, didn’t walk under ladders and tossed an obscene amount of salt over his shoulder while working at his family’s bakery. Instead, he liked to think of himself as cautious. However, Friday the 13th always seemed to bring him the worst luck.  It started when he was younger. Back then, his older brothers did everything they could to scare him, but they always picked it up a notch that day. In high school, the only wrestling match he ever lost was Friday the 13th, and the next year he wrecked his car on Friday the 13th, leaving him with a busted knee that ended his chance at a scholarship. This year, Finnick – who could be very persuasive when he wanted to be – promised the day would be better, and so Peeta found himself getting into the back seat of his buddy’s Honda Accord heading out for a night of “just hanging out with some friends.” When the car turned off of the main road onto a  winding country road he started to seriously doubt his decision not to stay in and get caught up on the reading for his classes.  

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Finnick Odair is still alive?

I want him to be, but I don’t think he is. I’ve thought about it before and even if he somehow survived the Mutt attack, I don’t think he would have been able to survive the explosion when the Holo was thrown down into the sewers. He lives on in au’s though, bless.

Anonymously ask me one thing you want to know about me.

marthabelin  asked:

Hi. I was wondering if you would mind writing an imagines and Finnick and "my" pc are childhoold friends and my oc (Emily or Mily if using a nickname) has a crush on him never told him.Then he met Annie so she kinda gave up on ever telling him. Then one day she ends up being seriously injured or being killed to protect Annie because she knows how much Finnick cares about her and eventough it makes her sad that he will never like her the way she likes him she still wants him happy.

This sounds like an awesome idea! I’ll see what I can do as soon as I have time. Thanks for the request.

thejoyfulaesthetic  asked:

How about this one? you’ve been sleeping at mine because your house is being renovated and we aren’t even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh, “i’ll go” i feel like we might as well be married

I hope you like it…. 

and thank you to smartalexy for reading and helping really quick… 

Jack Everdeen is very bossy for an eighteen month old. He already knows that he is the center of his mama’s world, has been since she learned that he was on the way after his daddy was killed in action in Iraq before he even learned that he was going to be a father.

His mama, Katniss, moved back to her hometown as soon as she found out that she was pregnant. The old house where she grew up was empty, so with some help from Peeta Mellark coming by every day after he closed the bakery along with Finnick and Johanna, they had the house updated in no time.

Katniss didn’t have to go right back to work after Jack was born, so she spent her days with her sweet, baby boy. They filled their time going to story time at the library, taking swimming lessons with Finnick, and visiting Peeta at the bakery. Katniss even has hundreds of pictures on her cell of Peeta letting Jack play around the bakery.

She isn’t sure how much longer she can ignore the feelings she has for Peeta.

They have always been good friends. Even when she married Mitch and as she used to joke, ‘joined the marines with him’. Peeta has always been there for her. He even came and picked her up at the base to bring her home after he died.

She knows that she loves him and she knows that Jack loves Peeta. Katniss doesn’t want to admit that she is scared to tell him. What if Peeta laughs at her, or even worse, walks out and she never sees him again.

So she is quiet.

Until one day, when Peeta hands her an iced tea and asks, “Guess what?”

She can’t answer immediately because Jack is running behind the counter, jabbering, “Eeta! Up! Eeta!”

The smile Peeta gives her son as he picks him up to give him a cookie, makes her want to melt. She hopes that Peeta will always be there for him. “What?”

“You know I ordered new cabinets?”

“Yeah, you are redoing your kitchen.”

“Thom found something really bad.”

“Oh no! What?”

“He found asbestos in the walls.”

“What? How?”

“He found it under some sheetrock that my grandpa had hung. It’s contained, but it’s going to be a while for him to get it all cleaned up.”

“Well, you can’t stay there,” Katniss proclaims.

“No, I can’t. Finnick said that I could stay with him.”

“You can’t stay there. He still has wild parties and you have to get up early to open.”

Peeta grins. “I do. Are you saying that I can stay with you?”

She looks down at the ice melting in her cup. “You could. You are always welcome.” She looks up when she hears Jack babbling away to Peeta. “Jack would love it if you stayed with us.”

She can’t deny the emotion she hears in his voice when he says, “Ok, then. I’m staying with you,” Jack interrupts with more baby talk and his mama and their friend laugh at him with Jack joining in. “What about that Jack? Want to have a sleep over?”


It isn’t until Peeta gets to her house after closing the bakery that she remembers that she only has one bed; her king sized one that she splurged on when her room was finally painted, plus it didn’t hurt that the owner of Penland’s gave her a huge discount on the floor model.

“I forgot something. And I understand if you do want to go to Finnick’s anyway.” She says unable to keep her nervousness out of her voice.

His face falls in disappointment. “What’s wrong?”

“I only have one bed. It’s king sized. You can sleep on it and I’ll sleep on the couch—“

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” he says, as Jack brings him a car.

“No, Peeta I’ll sleep on the couch. You take the bed.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes! Take the bed. Now, what are you going to fix us for supper?”


Jack’s cry wakes her up at his normal three a.m. She sits up and can’t stop the groan that escapes when she tries to move. She raises her arms over her head, trying to stretch out her stiff back while she goes to Jack’s room. He is standing at his railing calling out, “Mama.” when he sees her. She gathers him up, with his favorite blanket and he lays his head on her shoulder. She checks his diaper and says, “You are a wet little Bear. Let’s find a dry diaper.”


She lays him down on the changing table and turns on his little lamp. She doesn’t want him to wake up anymore than he already is, so she quickly changes him, turns the light back off and goes to sit in his rocking chair. He grunts against her and says, “No, Mama.”

“Bear, Peeta is in there asleep—“

“Eeta? Eeta!” he calls out trying to sit up.

“You didn’t tell me that the party was happening tonight.” Peeta says from the doorway.

Jack pushes away from Katniss and reaches for Peeta, “Eeta!”

Peeta looks shyly at Katniss, “Can i?” She nods and stands up so she can hand him Jack. “Why don’t we all go lay down in your bed? I bet he will go right to sleep. I imagine that the couch isn’t that cozy.”

“Are you sure?”

He throws his arm around her and says, “Yes, come on. Let’s get some sleep.”


Peeta’s nightmare kitchen renovation continues for the next two weeks when Thom finds asbestos throughout the house. Katniss doesn’t mind and the way Jack toddles around after Peeta, he doesn’t mind either. When they are all home in the evenings, it makes Katniss’ heart melt to see Jack jabbering away to Peeta while carrying his favorite lovie and Peeta including him in whatever he was doing.

She isn’t ever going to mention how she is getting used to him sleeping in her bed. Ever since that first night, Jack has been sleeping through the night. For the first time ever. Maybe he feels safer with Peeta sleeping there, too, she can’t help but to think and definitely isn’t going to bring up how every morning they wake up closer and closer to each other. Even now, she is a little breathless when she thinks about how he had was pressed up against her, with his hand on her waist and his nose buried in her hair. She isn’t going to tell him how she scooted away while praying the whole time that he won’t wake up and ran to the bathroom. She stayed there, washing her face with cold water until the flush that creeped up her neck was gone.

She comes down the stairs with Jack on her hip to a bare footed Peeta making tea for them and making Jack’s toast. She can’t help but to wince when Jack lets out his high-pitched squeal when he sees Peeta. She returns Peeta sleepy smile when he reaches for Jack. “Come here young man.”

Peeta catches the toddler easily when he just about leaps from his mother’s arms. She gets their tea while Peeta gives Jack his toast. Before Peeta sits down, he places a plate in from her and Jack says, “Mama!”

A big smile creeps across her face when she sees what is on the plate. It’s a steaming cinnamon bun that he must have brought home from the bakery last night. “Doesn’t it look good, Jack?”

Peeta sits down his plate and sits down across from her. She loves how he looks a little bashful when he says, “We had some left over. I know how much you like them.”

She nods while she puts a nibble into Jack’s mouth so he can taste. Katniss and Peeta chuckle together when Jack starts humming and then asks, “More, Mama?”

She gives him another bite and glances at Peeta. She notices his nervousness immediately and starts worrying. “What’s wrong?” she asks.

He looks down at his cinnamon bun, and takes a deep breath before he looks up at her. “Thom finished everything.”

“Oh, that’s great.” She tries to sound cheerful about it. “When are you going back home?”

Peeta breathes in another deep breath and she can hear him mutter, “Damn it, Mellark!” before he jumps up. She looks at him confused while he comes around the table. Even Jack is watching to see what is going to happen.

He gently grabs her arms, and pulls to stand against him. Blue meets sliver for a moment then he is kissing her. His kiss is everything she imagined it would be. She pulls her arms loose and wraps them around his neck; her fingers find his sleepy curls and winds them through them. Just when she feels like she is going to melt into a puddle of need on the floor, he ends the kiss. “I’m sorry,” he says, but doesn’t let her go.

She tugs on him, “I’m not.” And continues kissing him.


Annie was on the first transport to the Capitol, along with the rest of the Victors and the mother of the Mockingjay. Coin wanted them all by her side for her formal deposition of President Snow. At this point, Finnick didn’t care. He just wanted to see his wife.

“They’re here,” Gale announced as he peaked through the mansion curtains. Slowly, the remaining members of the Star Squad began to rouse themselves. Snow’s living room floor had hardly provided a comfortable refuge from the war raging outside—certainly not knowing he was being held just upstairs.

Boggs unbarred the front door, and Coin strode in, surrounded by cameras and soldiers. “Good work, Squad 451,” she began, but Finnick wasn’t listening. The Victors had fanned out behind her, and the moment he saw Annie’s eyes, Coin practically disappeared.

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amystreamisnotmyname  asked:

Pretty please, I would like to have a fluffy coworker everlark for my 30th birtday on september 21

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Congrats on your big, big, big day! To help celebrate your special milestone, @pagedancer87 has written this perfect little story just for you!! Happy Birthday!

Written by: @pagedancer87

A/N: Many thanks to @duckpotatodandelion for getting me back into writing, pre-reading this drabble, and jumpstarting my plot bunnies.


“…and finally the third floor. This is the Executives’ floor. Where new contracts are signed and old contracts are renegotiated, and things like that.” Finnick was giving Peeta, the newest employee, a tour of the departments. He was about to suggest lunch when he noticed that Peeta was staring at someone across the room. Finnick grimaced when he saw who had grabbed the other man’s attention.

“Katniss Everdeen. Personal assistant to Cinna Moirai. Man, you do not want to go there. She will cut you down so fucking fast. You’ll still be reeling weeks from now.”

Peeta chuckled. “Speaking from experience?”

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There Goes My Life

I tweaked your idea just a tad because I kind of missed that you wanted this to be married!Everlark. Hope you still like it!

“You didn’t drink.”

Katniss groans and glares at Johanna, who is now sitting on the edge of her bed in her hotel room in Puerto Rico. The hotel room she is sharing with Peeta for their last spring break. Peeta, whose life she’s pretty much ruined. And Johanna knows her better than anyone here except Peeta so of course she noticed.

She is an idiot for letting this happen in the first place.  

“Maybe I don’t like margaritas anymore.”

“Bullshit,” Johanna says, but the tone of her voice is a tense mask. She’s clearly nervous, although not nearly as nervous as Katniss herself.  “You were hurling this morning.”

“How do you know?”

Jo shrugs.  “Peeta mentioned it in passing. He was afraid you ate something.”  She eyes her long and hard.  “You’re pregnant.”

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Just a little Hayffie one-shot told from Katniss’s point of view. It takes place before/during Annie and Finnick’s wedding in 13. 

I looked at the array of products in front of us and I couldn’t tell what was what. Effie certainly didn’t have that problem; she swooped up one after the other, applying each one lightly to Annie’s face. 

“You know,” Johanna remarked, careful not to look in the mirror at her own reflection, “I wouldn’t have thought you can help people with their make up and have them still look normal. I was sure Annie was gonna look like the Capitol threw up on her." 

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absnow replied to your post: End of Year Fic Meme


I know, I’m so sorry, lol. I’ve had a big chunk of it written for like a year but I’ve just had so many other fic commitments. You just wrote one of my dream fics though so I’ll make sure it gets published for you at some point. In the meantime, here’s an unedited preview:

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