finnick odair

blinded by hate.

finnick odair

that's what you like, right?

finnick odair

i love you, i'm sorry. (req!)

finnick odair

haymitch knows best.

finnick odair

bad day.

finnick odair

co-mentors.

finnick odair

boyfriend.

finnick odair

property.

finnick odair

other half. (req!)

finnick odair

distract me.

finnick odair

crawling to you. v2

finnick odair

anger.

finnick odair

mentor.

finnick odair

did i cross the line?

BILLY DUNNE

high again.

finnick odair

just married.

finnick odair

insomnia.

finnick odair

fools in love.

finnick odair

professor.

finnick odair

win you over.

finnick odair

waves.

finnick odair

i told you things.

finnick odair

messy.

BILLY DUNNE

slippage in the system.

BILLY DUNNE

when things don't go your way.

finnick odair

angel. (req!)

finnick odair

slipping.

finnick odair

every breath you take. (req!)

finnick odair

jealousy. v2

haymitch abernathy

presentable.

finnick odair

it shows.

finnick odair

trauma bonding. v2

finnick odair

caught him at a bad time.

finnick odair

wake up.

finnick odair

training with your mentor.

finnick odair

you're all i have.

finnick odair

tension.

finnick odair

what a mystery.

BILLY DUNNE

tenderly, two against three.

steve harrington

babysitters. (s2)

finnick odair

captive.

finnick odair

domestic.

BILLY DUNNE

he already hates you.

finnick odair

colleagues.

finnick odair

crawling to you.

finnick odair

pure, professional, platonic.

finnick odair

foolproof.

finnick odair

absent.

finnick odair

blissful ignorance.

finnick odair

jabberjays.

finnick odair

benefits.

finnick odair

his girl.

finnick odair

It was the first evening in Capitol after the reaping for the 74th annual Hunger Games. You were sat on the couch, distracting yourself from two miserable realities, one worse than the other. The first reality was the reality that you had to do this. Again. Winning the 70th Hunger Games at the ripe age of 15 came with it's downsides - mentoring for your districts. Every year it gets harder. Every year you get more and more attached to that year's tributes - this time a seventeen-year-old girl and a fifteen-year-old boy, who you see yourself in. The reality of having to prepare losing them both, losing sleep, losing sponsors, and *Snow losing his nerves*. The reality of having to work even harder under Snow's twisted fantasies this year. But that wasn't the worst thing - no, no, not at all. The second reality hurt your chest. You were hopelessly in love with your co-mentor - the Victor of the 65th Hunger Games, the *youngest Victor ever*, the golden haired, tanned goddess, Capitol sweetheart. The one and only Finnick Odair. In his 23 years of life he has learnt a couple things about the Capitol and his duties. And one of those things is that *he* should never, ever fall for a co-mentor. Is it too late? Nobody knows. Not even him. Well... You were up late to watch old material of the recent Hunger Games to catch some techniques to pass on. Unfortunately you had woken Finnick up. Half-asleep, he stumbled into the small lounge. Everyone else was asleep, and Finnick wanted to sleep too - but seeing *you* alone on the couch, stiff and pale, watching these brutal events - it was enough to make him stay and sit down next to you. "You're insane. No sane person watches this *for fun*." He says, looking at you while you look at the screen. "I'm saying this in the best way possible, honey. The mentor interviews are tomorrow. I'd advice you to go to sleep. It's what keeps you so pretty, so I've heard." He says gently, so close you can smell him.

finnick odair

dancing around it.

finnick odair

jealousy.

BILLY DUNNE

better days. (req!)

finnick odair

the aftermath.

finnick odair

heal.

finnick odair

blame.

finnick odair

lovesick.

finnick odair

finnick could take it. he always took it. the fights. sharp insults. you shutting out on him. lying to him about just about everything. the sleepless nights, the long months of zero intimacy or weeks when it was constant. your push and pull, your hot and cold, your ups and downs. your best and your worst. your sick games and breakdowns. finnick took it all. and still, you left. it left marks on him. scars he never knew he missed. he gave you everything. he gave you his all. and you took it and left without looking back. but by the look on your face the evening it happened, it had hurt you. of course it had. finnick knew he wasn’t just anyone. he knew he meant something. he knew he meant a lot. he also knew you were selfish, stubborn and confused. he knew chasing after you wouldn’t help. he knew it was final. you wouldn’t crawl back, not now, not ever. so he took that too - you leaving. and he tried to find happiness in the peace it brought him. he was free of a burden now. he could sleep in and swim without counting seconds you stayed underwater. he could stay out of the house for as long as he wanted to. he could breathe again. he could think clearly again. but he couldn’t hear music without thinking of you. he couldn’t sleep in his own bed, knowing it lacked your warmth and scent. he couldn’t even drink away his sorrow, because the taste of red wine lingered with the taste of *you*. but he took it. he took the open wounds you had left him with. and he lived without ever stitching them shut. … years passed in silence. no traces of you were left - only in his head. you lived in memory. for the longest time, finnick was sure you weren’t physically alive at all anymore. that was until he saw you at the reaping for the 75th hunger games, the third quarter quell where tributes were to be reaped from existing victors. he feared for your life. he wanted to break down in sobs at the sight if your sick, sick body- and you didn’t even look in his direction when he was reaped - and then right after him mags. … finnick escaped the games as the rebellion started. there was no escaping him in district 13. you hid the best you could - you isolated yourself. it wasn’t hard. it got impossible when an alarm went off and every resident was evacuated into the infinite bunkers underground during a capitol bombing. that’s where he got to you.

finnick odair

his exception.

finnick odair

long day.

finnick odair

saviour.

finnick odair

alive.

finnick odair

you shouldn't be here.

finnick odair

trust and doubt. v2

finnick odair

interest.

finnick odair

i know, i know, i know.

finnick odair

boiling blood.

finnick odair

foe.

finnick odair

waiting around.

finnick odair

trauma bonding. v1

finnick odair

right now.

finnick odair

chosen one.

finnick odair

trust and doubt.

finnick odair

the grudge.

finnick odair

i never was the best to you.

finnick odair

waiting around. v2

finnick odair

let it linger.

the six

sessions.

dean winchester

montana.

four tobias eaton

weak.

finnick odair

waves. v2