#The hunger games rp

[http-finnick]

𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

finnick odair x fem!insomniac!reader

summary: another night without sleep as your boyfriend lays limp on top of you, you watch the sunrise and curse your insomnia for the waking of finnick.

cw: fluff, reader has insomnia, suggested smut but no smut.

your skin warms in the sun's path as it beams down through the window. you lay with your head on the foot of the bed where your ridiculous boyfriend still has his arms around you like a snake.

you're shirtless, as so is he. panties and boxers keeping your dignity as your fingertip glides on his back. they've been doing so for hours. too long to count.

you watched the sunrise as always and thought about how you could ever slip from his grip. finnick always notices.

you think you should stay longer, for him. but with your mind no longer on autopilot and sick of sleep edging you with no relief, you wanted to shower and get dressed.

now your head is hanging off the foot of the bed, limp body slowly falling from his grasp as carefully as you can be.

you succeed with landing on your calves with not even a thump and tip-toe to the bathroom down the hall for utmost silence

with boiling waters running down your naked skin, burning it softly as you stare at your toes. suddenly all of your body tense up with a cold gush of air meeting your backside.

it stops before you can look behind you with arms wrapping around your body

"fuck finnick, not even a warning?" you croak, guiltiness tugging at your mind as you've awoken him once more

"It was a surprise, dear" he kisses up your neck and you tilt your head to the side for more room, enjoying the warmth of his tongue

"you should go back to sleep" you mumble, chewing on your lip softly as you close your eyes, resting your back against his chest which is an obvious rebel against your recent words

"I was already awake once you slipped from my arms" he grinned, you shut your eyes tighter as you curse yourself for your continuous interruptions

"don't worry about it though," he says as if reading your mind

"I'd rather be in the hot shower with you anyways" he kisses you again and slides his hand on your lower abdomen, pulling you closer to him as you start to agree with his statement.

an: I know I said I had peeta brainrot but I can never get over my love for finnick. anyway! I hope you guys enjoyed this, it's been on my mind for a while <3 I personally don't have insomnia so i don't fucking know what I'm saying but I still hope you liked it! I love you guys <3 mwah!

[billysgun]

sponsors

|you're allying with finnick during the quarter quell when a sponsor sends a delicious sauce for the fish finnick caught.|

sweat dribbles down your face as the rest soaks in your jumpsuit. you're lightly panting as the greenery whistles and sings about. birds and exotic animals hiding as you haven't even seen one yet. hunger scratches and pulls at your insides, you try to stay alert as you wait for Finnick's return but you can't with all this chipping from the wildlife.

you hear a rustle and you're up with your knife in front of Finnick's nose, you lay your arm down immediately as he looks rather amused with your half-assed attempt to kill him

"you know, slicing someone's nose off isn't the fastest way to kill them" he teases you, sitting down as he places the fish he caught on some huge leaves. so his trip to the ocean side was successful.

you can't stop the smile stretching your face as he cuts the fish with such certainty and assuredness, that you almost don't hear the jingling of the sponsor

it lands on the branch above your head and you quickly open it, your face contorts as a red liquid drips onto your hand

"what is it?" Finnick asks, not looking up from his fish

you're nose flares at the familiar scent of spices, you bring it to your lips and recognize it as the shrimp sauce you had back in the capitol

you sit back down and place it in front of him "it's the red sauce" you vaguely say but he knows immediately. hazel eyes wide as he dips the fish in it, you reach over to a piece of fresh fish and dip it as well, the spicy taste mixed with the salty fish calms your needy stomach right away

Finnick laughs slightly as he grabs another piece before he's even finished his first bite "this is extremely unexpected but delicious" you agree with the randomness of the sponsor, usually they're for emergencies but this just might be a plus for allying with Finnick Odair

"don't eat so fast, we still need to hike tonight" you remind him, your other allies still lost as he rolls his eyes and hums a simple "mmhm."

[wonderlandwalker]

One Day at a Time | Finnick Odair x Reader

Previous Part / THG Masterlist / Inbox

Summary: a short collection of sweet moments shared between you and Finnick as you recover, reminding the both of you of the love you share

(part 4 of the remember series but could also be read on its own I think, you can find the other parts in my masterlist)

Content Warnings / Tags: Fluff, no use of y/n, mentions of punching, I really think that's it.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: It's finally here! Sorry it took so long my only excuse is that I am an absolute mess of a human being which is a terrible one but oh well. This will be the final part of the series, hope the fluff makes up for all the heartbreak I've put you through <3

It's been a week now, one week of blissful moments spend with Finnick while recovering from the attack within district 13. After all that had happened you were in need of some peace, and the universe granted it.

On the first day you were still in the hospital wing, an IV dripping steady fluids into your system. You woke up to Finnick sitting next to you, one of his hands holding onto yours while the other was holding up a book. It was one of your favourites, and you had been pestering him about reading it so you could talk about it with him, but he had always brushed you off, saying he'd get around to it eventually. It seems eventually finally came around. You coaxed him into getting in the bed with you, he was hesitant at first, not wanting to hurt you, but he wasn't above your charms either, your eyes pleading with him in a way he couldn't resist. He had settled in behind you, letting you lean against him, ignoring the dirty look the nurse gave you. You had asked him to read to you, and even though you already knew it by heart, his sweet voice added a whole new element to the story so beloved.

The second day was spent trying to convince the nurse to let you leave the hospital room, if only for a few hours, she didn't initially want to agree, but Finnick simply wouldn't drop the subject. So you walked together towards the dinner hall, feeling like little children sneaking out past the curfew.

Supper had already finished, but Finnick was friends with one of the cooks who let him into the kitchens. He told you to sit down on the table in the middle of the room and gave you a quick peck on the lips before moving over to the fridge. It was simple, it wasn't much, but it was perfect. He would let you taste the dish in-between steps, always forgetting one ingredient or another, but you didn't mind reminding him. At some point you could have sworn he was doing it on purpose, but maybe he was just too caught up in having you there with him again. You offered to help with meting the butter, dicing the vegetables, stirring the sauce, but each and every time he would insist you stayed right where you were, accentuated with a quick kiss, his hands on your face smearing flour all over your jaw, not that you minded. He claimed he was the better cook anyway, that you'd only hold him back, now that one you both knew was a lie, but it was a precious one, one that didn't need to be disturbed.

Day three consisted of a slow day back in your room, having been cleared by the doctor and finally being in your own space again. You and Finnick hadn't shared a room in a while now with everything that had gone down, but you had immediately decided to spend your nights together again, not wanting to spend more time apart than necessary. You hadn't fully recovered yet, still needing your rest, but Finnick had set his mind on moving your things back into his room today.

So there you were, sitting crossed legged on his bed absentmindedly sipping on some coffee he had brought you as you watched him bustle about. He was only gone a few minutes at a time, but you never failed to produce a smile when you saw him approaching again, hands full with some of your books, the collection of flowers he had given you over the years that you had dried and pressed in-between the pages were sticking out slightly, but he handled them with care. Even while you weren't together you couldn't find it ins yourself to get rid of them, and you're glad of it now. He goes back and forth for a while, collecting your pillow, your skin care products, your small radio that barely managed to get a reception down here, but you couldn't bare to part with. Each time he'd ask you where you wanted him to put it down, carefully creating a space that consisted of the both of you.

On day four you had finally woken up in his arms again, wondering how you could have ever forgotten this feeling. When he noticed you were awake he had moved to place a delicate kiss on your lips, basking in the simplicity of the fact that he could. He had told you he had a surprise for you today, and you couldn't help how giddy you already got from the mere thought of what it could be. But it was oh so much better than you could have imagined, because today Finnick took you to the surface. How he managed to get you past all the checkpoints was beyond you, and when you asked he had simply said he had friends in all the right places.

It was a bit of a walk to the spot he wanted to take you, but you revelled in the sunlight against your face, needing to squint your eyes to see properly with how bright the sun was but too blissed to care. The high grass rustled against your bare legs as you continued to walk, and the tickling sensation brought back so many fond memories. When you finally made it to the clearing it was a sight from a dream. The tree next to the lake provided a shadow you could both comfortably lay in as the smell of the fresh water blessed your senses once more. The wildflowers adorning the space around you were once you could recall from back home, with a few others you couldn't identify. Finnick had picked a few, placing them behind your ear as he talked about what the flower meant. A myosotis, he had called it, representing true love and dedication. He told you about the myth behind the forget-me-nots, how they had been afraid of being forgotten by the gods, and you had vowed in return to never spend a day without thinking of him again.

During the fifth day you didn't do much of anything special, but you supposed that depends on your definition of the word. Finnick had made dandelion tea from flowers he had collected yesterday, the familiar taste bringing back a sense of nostalgia for a time that you wouldn't be able to return to. You had once told him your mother used to make it when you were sick, and ever since he would go collect them by the cliffs for you. You had insisted it was too much work that he didn't need to worry himself with, he had countered that he enjoyed the view where they grew anyway, and really, he was going for himself as much as for you. Maybe he had simply been trying to get you to stop fussing over the subject, maybe it had really been true.

You spend the day talking to your friends, reminiscing in regained memories and filling in gaps that you couldn't on your own. As you sat next to Johanna she talked on about the days Finnick spent longing after you, claiming he was alright wirh being just friends, but she was convinced that if any of her friends looked at her the way he looked at you she would have suckerpunched them.

On the sixth day you had begged Finnick train with you, saying how you wanted to get your strength back, how you missed the exercise and the content feeling of aching muscles. He had been reluctant, of course he had been, but once you had managed to drag him onto the training mat he revelled in it. He couldn't deny he had missed sparring with you, the action so effortless with you. He had made fun of how you threw your punches, saying you had to extent your arms further to complete the motion, but he was the one not protection his core properly while fixating on you. It had been good to feel your body in motion again, he was still stronger than you, knocking the breath out of your lungs once be stopped holding back, but you were still faster, getting the drop on him in the split seconds he was distracted. The manner in which your muscle memory still held up, the way in which you still used the same techniques without meaning to, it was good to know there are some things people can't take from you.

The seventh day you picked your routine back up. Waking up to an empty bed but not lonely, his side was still warm as you rolled over. Once you opened your eyes you saw the cup of coffee and the note on the bedside table. Finnick knew you never slept for long after he left, somehow he still knew. He had been given some time off during your recovery, but district 13 didn't stand still and they had needed his help. You weren't expected back yet, but the sense of purpose was one that you were always glad to have. You drank the coffee he left you as you got dressed, smiling as he had made it exactly to your liking, even if he used to complain you couldn't even call it coffee anymore with that much sugar in it. And so you went back to work, moving to scribble a quick message on the back of the note if he came back looking for you, not that he needed it, somehow he would always know where you were.

In the past week you had learned that a love as great as the one you shared with Finnick could never be forgotten, not really, because no matter how many memories faded, there would always come new ones. And soon, even though you didn't know it yet, Finnick would give you his mother's ring once more, and this time you would remember everything that led you here, and you would remember saying yes.

[songbirdreaped]

open starter for anybody ; set after lucy gray left the cabin <3 run. run. RUN. was all that could go through lucy gray's head as she sprinted away from the cabin through the trees. she was running as fast as her legs would carry her, everything in her telling her that she needed to get away from him if she wanted to survive. the words kept ringing in her head three's enough for me, he'd told her when she said they wouldn't have to kill anymore. three. she knew of two. bobbin and mayfair. all she'd asked for was the truth, yet she was met with a lie. my old self, coriolanus had told her as she demanded to know who the third was. lucy gray wasn't born yesterday, she could spot a lie from a mile away.

trust was the most important thing to her. trust outweighed love and yes, she had loved him. loved. now, all she could picture was those icy blue eyes gazing into her soul. would he kill her ? she didn't know, but she wasn't taking that chance. she couldn't take that chance. that was why she'd said she was going to pick katniss, her chance to escape and survive. lucy gray wished that she'd heeded dean highbottom's warning, wished that she hadn't let herself fall for the blond. any and all love she felt was gone, now all that was left was the need to flee.

as she kept running, the brunette felt her chest tightening, the crisp air filling her lungs, stinging as her heart raced in her chest. she needed to stop and catch her breath. ducking behind a tree, lucy gray took a moment, the breaths coming out more like gasps as she stayed there. the sound of coriolanus yelling for her caused her to panic more. she wasn't a fighter, he outpowered her anyway, but she could run. she could hide.

when she spotted the snake, lucy gray decided that she'd try to buy herself some time, dropping the scarf he'd given her to cover it up. she knew by looking at it that the snake wasn't venomous, it wouldn't hurt him too badly if he got bitten. it would just slow him down enough for her to get away. after the distraction was set, the brunette began to run again, hoping that the wind in the trees would cover up any noise that came from her feet on the ground.

it wasn't until she was hidden by a tree on the outer part of the woods that she'd realized her earring had fallen out in all of the chaos. she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. the games weren't over when she'd returned home, these were still the games. her own survival was what mattered. lucy gray almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming toward her, but when she did it was too late to run. whoever it was had only been two paces from her now, and with how tired she was, they'd most likely be able to catch her if she ran. her eyes shut tightly as she braced herself for the figure to come closer, assuming it was coriolanus coming to kill her, to finish tying up the loose ends.

❝ just get it over with, ❞ the words came out more shaky than she'd intended. she wasn't usually one for giving up, but she knew that she had no more energy to keep running. if coriolanus had found her, then he won.

[bread-boy-peetaa]

IM SOBBING. @girlonfirekatniss

[f1nnickodair]

*.”I don’t know who I am, just who they want me to be.”*

This blog is gonna be based on off if Finnick Odair actually had tumblr, so expect some shorter (and kinda stupid) posts instead of actual rp. If you want a more detailed rp, I suggest you dm me and we can take things from there ! ^^

This post is mostly gonna be odesta because it’s my air I need to breathe. Don’t be afraid to reach out or interact with my posts, I love finding more people who are as obsessed with this fandom like I am. Remember to stay appropriate and I hope we can all have a good time together. ^^

[prpfz]

🌸 I am a 21+ roleplayer and have recently gone head-first back into my love for certain fandoms that I would love to find some partners to roleplay with! At the moment, I'm mostly looking for canon x canon. I would consider oc x canon or oc x oc depending on the plot and pairing. ✶ Marvel characters I'd like to write are: Wade Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Illyana Rasputin, Vannessa Carlysle, Brunnhilde, Sigyn, Druig, Helmut Zemo, Harley Keener, and more. ✶ Stranger Things characters I'd like to write are: Steve Harrington, Henry Creel, Kali Prasad, Lucas Sinclair, Barb Holland, and more. ✶ The Hunger Games characters I'd like to write are: Finnick Odair, Annie Cresta, Haymitch Abernathy, Rue, Johanna Mason, and more. ✶ MISC. Fandoms I'd like to write in: IT, The Umbrella Academy, Community, Breaking Bad, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Walking Dead, and more. I'm open to platonic or romantic dynamics and any gendered pairing (mxf, mxm, fxf, nbxm, poly, etc.)! I unfortunately can not guarantee daily or every other day replies at the moment with my work + school schedule. My writing style ranges from literate to novella depending on the thread and I'm looking for 18+ writing partners!

give a like and anon will get back to you

[rosesforplinth]

i love spending time with my friends :) !

i dont really know what to post on this account, id appreciate if you guys would send some asks!!

[puredrivensn0w]

“𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙱𝙰𝙳.”

Haha double posting how embarassing screams internally

Anyways I’m looking for semi lit/lit tbosas rpers that are interested in joining my server!!

Besides rping we are up to chatting about tbosas or other stuff, I’m a big yapper so no worries about that…

In all honesty I’ve been dying to find people who are still stuck in the tbosas brainrot so please don’t hesitate to check out my server and see if it fits you!! ^^

“𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼.”

[findroleplay]

🫶🏻hello there lovely people!

I’m coming on here because I am looking for new rp partners, who are preferably 19+! MDNI.

this role play will take place on discord!

what I can offer;

* I offer a variety of fandom that we could have an rp about such as animes, Koop, shows, movies, etc.

* details, I am a semi literate to literate writer but my replies heavily base on the information given in your replies.

* nsfw and dark topics are absolutely on the table! even things like gore/violence!

* semi fast replies! I do work but I get my replies in when I can!

* I do oc x oc and oc x cc !

* I only do mxf, where I can play the female role. (I double sometimes)

* A variety of ocs that you can choose who you’d like to play against!!

looking for:

* Someone to play the male role in a MxF rp.

* Little to no triggers.

* 18+

* Semi literate to literate replies with a decent amount of details.

* Someone who is excited about writing and plotting!

more in-depth fandom list:

* demon slayer

* Naruto

* Tokyo ghoul

* Devils line

* The last of us

* The hunger games(will not do cc for this, only oc x oc)

* Jurassic world (will not do cc for this, only oc x oc)

* kpop (bts, stray kids, seventeen, txt, ateez, etc.) 🫶🏻

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[http-finnick]

𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐲 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: during the victor tour you and finnick enjoy a hot morning shower to take your minds off things

cw: fluff

the boiling water runs over your skin as your messy hair dampens, smoothing your bedhead. Finnick's arms are wrapped around you as you slowly rock awake in his grasp

he lays kisses on your hair as your cheek squishes into his warm chest, sleep threatening to take you at any moment.

mornings like these get you through the victor tour.

the ones where you pretend everything is fine and you won't go back home to absolute chaos

the bathroom is no longer visible as fog takes over the glass and finnicks fingers run up your spine slowly

"close your eyes" he mumbles under the scream of the shower and you bury your face into his chest to protect them from whatever he was doing

soon you feel gel in your hair and he's massaging your scalp as he cleanses last night's hairspray and loose glitter from eager stylists

he's gentle, each delicate finger lacing through your strands as you sway into sleep

you dig your nose into his skin softly to remind yourself to stay awake when you smell the cologne his stylists insist on spraying each time

your head tingles as your eyes get dizzy from the mixture of all that is comforting. he places his hand on your forehead to tilt you back slightly to wash the shampoo away and start with conditioner and you lay your head to rest on him once more.

oh how you wish you could stay in the shower forever.

an: hiiii everyone!! trying to get back into the flow of writing! sorry I've been gone for so longgg! <3 I hope this is alright, I know it's short, I'm sorry! I love you guys so so much!! mwah!

[rphunter]

Hi there! I’m a 25+ f looking for new roleplay partners that are over the age of 21. (ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+).

I range from lazy-lit to advanced literate, depending on my partner’s style. I write exclusively third person, past tense and I’d love for any partners to do the same. I write on Discord and love OOC chatting and squealing over our characters.

Right now, I’m looking specifically for fxm roleplays with myself in the female role. I can double if I really enjoy the plot but I make no promises because I’ve had some really rough experiences. I primarily play OCs but will write canons in certain fandoms. Feel free to ask.

I do my best to post daily (I normally get reply multiple times a day and I love a good rapidfire session) but I do have a stressful job and other responsibilities. If I won’t be able to respond for about a day or two, I let my partners know.

My fandoms are : A Court of Thorns and Roses, Throne of Glass, Crescent City, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stranger Things, the Hunger Games, The 100, Bridgerton, Modern Disney, and Star Wars. I’m also interested in anything fantasy, mafia, historical, greek-myth based and slice of life with a bunch of twists and turns.

I would absolutely LOVE to write against Lucien or Eris (ACOTAR), Fenrys (Throne of Glass), Sam Wilson or Bucky Barmes (MCU), Stranger Things (Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson), The Hunger Games (Finnick Odair), and Poe Dameron (Star Wars). However I am also up for writing against other canon characters and OCs! Those are just the characters I have plots for.

Please like this post if you’re interested and I’ll reach out ASAP. Happy writing! :)

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[v1ctorytour]

i really want to get this blog going so give this a like for a starter ! i'll come to you for who you want it from / comment below !

[ofdrivensnow]

open to Livia Cardew. / MUTUALS OR NON MUTUALS.

He kept it in a box of keepsakes. One hand splayed underneath the cold wooden box, the lid placed to the side and glacier hues transfixing on the earring inside. The last item he had left of his songbird. It reflected off his hand, the sun's beams raying through the window next to him catching the honey glow of amber colored pieces embedded in the silver. In that moment he was back in those woods, going insane knowing she got away, and the insanity that STILL 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚 ; 𝑀 𝐴 𝐷 of wondering where she may be now. Sound of the heavy door opening startled Coriolanus out of his thoughts and with the quick snap of his head, he especially in particular felt burning hatred TOWARDS the one who interrupted. Caught with it in his palm. The only option his mind quickly puzzled together was to tuck his fingers over the jewelry and play it off, "Do you not have PURPOSE else where? –Of course not." More venomous than usual ; and IF LOOKS COULD KILL.

[bread-boy-peetaa]

if anyone’s who name starts with a k and ends with an atniss wants to give me a kiss i wouldn’t mind it

please @girlonfirekatniss

[mrandmrssnowbaird]

does someone out there actually want to rp Snowbaird/Snowbairdplinth? like seriously, I'm dying for more of them and people respond with interest and barely say a word after the initial "I'm interested" or even "you liked my post!"

I'm dyin for something rapid fire, angsty. I wanna rp with someone who's genuinely as passionate as I am. I'm so so so sick of starting a new rp, creating all these brand new headcanons for each, only to have someone post twice.

I write in past tense for rps, anywhere from one paragraph to many many, it just depends. I will play any character or two of the three, idc. I'm very flexible! I prefer discord but tbh idec at this point. I'm 32f bi and a pretty open book tbh.

so if you're interested in Snowbaird/Snowbairdplinth rp, message me or like this!

21+ only please.