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Concealer creasing…
that’s part of my nightmare blunt rotation…. 😔😔😔including my glasses leaving a red mark on my nose while wearing a full face of makeup
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I Hope It Keeps Becoming - Soft Things Survive
kept gasping and giggling at certain moments like i wasn’t the one writing it and planning it
warnings: refer to series masterlist
pairing(s): refer to series masterlist
word count: 3.84k
You wake up warm.
The room is still, wrapped in early morning light and the kind of hush that only exists in the in-between—before the day fully begins, before the weight of it settles into your shoulders.
And he’s still there.
IM GONNA DIE OF A HEART ATTACK!!!! JACK ENOUGH🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠
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Casual, Right? - Soft Things Survive
i love my two awkward little babies with attachment issues and a fear of love
warnings: refer to series masterlist
pairing(s): refer to series masterlist
word count: 3.41k
You’re not sure when it started happening.
Maybe it was the porch. Maybe it was the way he said I don’t know what this is, and didn’t run. Or maybe it was something smaller. The way he didn’t flinch when your hand brushed his. The way he didn’t stop you from leaning in.
But now, a few days later, something’s different.
i caught myself face palming, kicking my feet, screaming throughout the whole fic!!!!!!
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Just One Good Day - Soft Things Survive
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pairing(s): refer to series masterlist
word count: 3.12k
“It’s taunting me,” you say, standing with your hands on your hips as Haymitch leans in the doorway, unimpressed. “Every time I open it, it squeaks. Every time I close it, it winks at me.”
“That’s a hinge, honey,” he says. “It’s not flirting.”
“Speak for yourself. This house flirts with me more than you do.”
ok ouch u threw a rock at me!😞😞
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guys ik she’s a horrible horrible person but the middle school in me is SCREAMING that naive capitol escort!reader is so crybaby coded.
AGAIN IK…SHE IS A HORRIBLE PERSON BUT STILL ITS THE MIDDLE SCHOOL IN ME
i love this thought isa🫠💗
THIS PROVES MORE AND MORE THAT NAIVE CAPITOL ESCORT!READER IS ME!!! RAHH
heres a lyrics analysis no one asked for….
lowkey shes sippy cup coded (not just because i am too):
Blood still stains when the sheets are washed (no matter how she changes herself the capitol version of her is still there, the damage has been done)
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off (just because she realized it doesn’t mean it stops the whole problem)
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up (she doesn’t find happiness in dressing up anymore, because of how it reminds her of her old self)
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup (the reality is her roots are from the capitol, she can’t change that)
He's still dead when you're done with the bottle (yall know what this means wink wink)
Of course, it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle (her old self)
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up (when you dress them up)
Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup
Blood money, blood money (hunger games guilt!)
How did you afford this ring that I love, honey?
Just another shift at the drug company (drug company)
He doesn't think I'm that fucking dumb, does he? (before finnick snaps and she realizes slowly)
It doesn't matter what you pull up to your home
We know what goes on inside (peak realization)
You call that ass your own, we call that silicone (that she never truly felt like she had her own choice, her own thoughts, because she was in the propaganda)
Silly girl (silly girl) with silly boys (silly boys)
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. - repeat
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Pill diet, pill diet
If they give you a new pill, then you will buy it
If they say to kill yourself, then you will try it (will try it) (the guilt eating her up mentally)
All the makeup in the world won't make you less insecure (she can’t bear the weight of the truth)
You got weights in your pockets when you go to the doctor's
Your favourite candy's cotton
And that's why all your teeth are rotten (she doesn’t trust one word coming out her own mouth, fear its still under the capitols guise)
Silly girl (silly girl) with silly boys (silly boys) (she feels as if she doesn’t deserve finnick in the end)
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Sidewalk Chalk, Covered in Snow
|| ao3 || Finnick masterlist || requests are open!! || an: based on the song it's nice to have a friend by taylor swift ||
summary: slowly falling in love with your childhood friend, finnick odair (wc: 1264)
It was snowing in District 4. An unusual phenomenon, as it was one of the sunnier Districts, meaning it rarely ever snowed there. But, due to it being an unexpected snow day, the remainder of the school day had been canceled.
For as long as you could remember, Finnick had always walked you home after the school day was over. You couldn’t remember if it was something your parents had arranged in order to ensure the two of you had both gotten home safely, or if it was something Finnick took upon himself to do, as you lived right across the street from him. All you did know, was that every day when the final school bell rang, Finnick would be waiting outside your classroom door, waiting to walk home with you.
“Where are your gloves?” Finnick asked as you exited your class.
You shrugged. “Think I lost them. They were cute too!” You reply solemnly as Finnick takes off one of his own gloves, the right one, as he handed it to you.
“We can share,” he offered as you put the glove on with a wide smile.
He smiled back too. A boyish, happy smile that only a child could ever have.
Finnick gently took your hand, your left one, the one without the glove, as he began walking out of the school building,and towards your shared neighborhood.
“What are you doing today?” Finnick asked as you glanced at the sidewalk that was now enveloped in snow.
The smallest hint of the cold breeze made you involuntarily shiver as Finnick squeezed your hand.
“I’m not sure,” you replied. “Dad wanted to take me fishing today, but I guess that’s canceled.”
Finnick nodded his head with a smile. “Do you wanna play in the snow? We can build a snowman, or invite some of the other kids for a snowball fight. We can try sledding with our surfboards!”
You couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm as you nodded your head yes.
“Sounds fun!”
***
It was snowing again in District 4. It’d been a year since the snow had so gracefully fallen, covering your usually sunny, usually sandy and beachy district. And a year later it had returned.
A lot had happened in a year. For one, Finnick had been picked for the Hunger Games. For another, he had won (thankfully) and became one of the youngest tributes to win in history.
After he won his games, Finnick had dropped out of school, due to mental health reasons. Despite that, he would still wait every day for you when school was over. He would stand outside the fence surrounding the school, waiting to walk you home. You knew now that neither of your parents had asked him to do this, he simply wanted to. Out of the kindness of his heart. Out of the love he had for his friend. For you.
Since it was a snow day, you had been let out early once again, though it was clear Finnick hadn’t gotten the memo, as he was nowhere near his usual spot at the school’s fence.
It was a little odd having to walk home without Finnick by your side, listening to you talk his ear off as you told him about your day. You hadn’t had to walk home without him since he had first left for the games. At least you knew he was okay now, safe in his home.
When you finally reached your neighborhood, you quickly made your way to Finnick’s home to ask if he wanted to goplay in the snow again.
When he opened the door for you, you could see the confusion on his face before it quickly turned into a small smile. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be in school?” He teased.
“It’s snowing,” you easily responded, smiling back at him. “Do you wanna go do something?”
After a small pause, Finnick nodded his head, a larger smile overtaking his face as he replied, “yeah, sounds like fun.”
***
The two of you were sitting on the roof of your house as you looked up at the sunset. The sky, a light pink next to the snowy white ground.
“Let’s play a game,” Finnick murmured quietly, so as to not disturb the quiet, peaceful atmosphere surrounding the two of you. Finnick found himself missing quiet peaceful days.
“Like what?” You ask as Finnick shrugs.
“20 questions?” He proposes.
You let out a small laugh. “Finnick, I’ve known you like my whole life, I probably know almost everything about you.”
“Almost,” Finnick repeats with a smile. “Cmon, humor me.”
You roll your eyes with a sigh, but relent nonetheless.
“Favorite animal?” You ask him.
“Shark,” you both reply at the same time with a small laugh.
Finnick shoots you a light glare before asking, “favorite color?”
You both respond with your answer at the same time.
“Not so fun when the other person responds for you, huh?” Finnick asks, giving your shoulder a light, playful shove.
You shake your head with a laugh. “Alright, alright, fine.”
You take a pause to think of a question before you tentatively ask him, “are you okay?”
Finnick furrows his brows at that, confusion settling into his features.
“Yeah?” He asks more than answers. “Why?”
You sigh.
“I mean. Like, are you happy? Or are you still stressed about everything? Are you doing better is what I want to ask.”
Finnick sighs as well, eyes trained on the snowy ground before finally looking up at you. When he met your eyes, all he could see was kindness, care, love, and worry. For him.
Finnick gently put his hand over yours before replying, “I’m better now than I was when I first came back from everything. I’m still a little messed up cause of… everything, but,” he shrugs, “I’m getting better.”
You lean yourself on his shoulder, Finnick wrapping an arm around your shoulders in an almost sideways hug.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper as Finnick shakes his head no.
“Not your fault,” he quietly replies, letting the soft sound of snow falling surround you both.
***
After almost 16 years of friendship, 16 years of living across the street from Finnick Odair, he had asked you out.
Now, three years later, you were living together.
You were awoken by a kiss on your shoulder, then the back of your head, before a strong arm pulled you closer to him.
“Good morning,” Finnick mumbled as he kissed your shoulder again.
“It’s freezing,” you reply, trying to simultaneously move closer to your boyfriend, and burrow under the sheets, searching for warmth.
Finnick huffs as he traces meaningless patterns on your side. Hearts, you think. “No good morning for me?” He teases as you let out a small, annoyed, huff in response.
“Good morning, honey. It’s freezing,” you reply with a soft laugh as your boyfriend kisses your shoulder for the third time this morning.
“Probably cause it’s snowing, babe.” He whispers.
That sentence seems to somehow wake you up from your sleepy trance.
“It’s what?” You ask, turning around to face him.
“Snowing,” Finnick replies as he moves your hair out of your face to kiss your forehead.
You smile, warming at his kiss.
“Wanna go do something?” You ask as Finnick lets out a laugh, before pulling you closer to him once again.
“Later,” he replies, kissing the top of your head. “I wanna stay in bed with you a little longer today. I’ll help keep you warm if you want.”
Well, how could you say no to that?
cuteeeee
this might be niche, but this is me every time @sweetheartsofpanem posts another part of ‘Soft Things Survive’. is anyone else lurking😭!
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Pinecone Emergency - Soft Things Survive
bye i meant to save this to my drafts but accidentally posted it earlier😭
warnings: refer to series masterlist
pairing(s): refer to series masterlist
word count: 4.65k
Haymitch is twenty paces ahead, cackling like he just committed a war crime.
“Coward!” you yell, breathless.
He doesn’t turn around—just yells back, “Not my fault you can’t handle the truth!”
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green // f.odair
This is essentially a blurb, but then again, it's too long to be one. Just go with it.
This was from my poll .
Finnick Odair + fem!reader. Warnings: Cuss words + mentions of what they did to Finnick.
You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.
Desc. : Showing you the ropes.
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Totally Chill - Soft Things Survive
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pairing(s): refer to series masterlist
word count: 2.80k
Haymitch has been sitting on your couch for all of five minutes, already groaning like the world’s ending.
“Ugh,” he mutters, shifting with unnecessary drama. “Damn thing’s acting up again.”
You glance over from your spot on the floor, where you’ve been flipping through one of Katniss’s herb books you borrowed. “You dying?”
STOP THIS IS ALL I WISH FOR AND MORE!!!!
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Paper Spine - Soft Things Survive
i am a thief of joy😔 must keep the story on brand with Y/N being traumatized. i sleep now, post another part tomorrow😗
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pairing(s): refer to series masterlist
word count: 2.65k
The day starts out quiet.
You wake with the soft gray light of morning slipping through your curtains and the scent of damp earth from the night’s rain still clinging to the windows. You get dressed slowly. Eat half a piece of toast you don’t remember making. It’s one of those days where your head feels a little too loud and a little too empty all at once, but you tell yourself it’ll pass. You’ve had worse.
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Cowardice in a Button-Down Shirt
warnings: contains themes and descriptions of emotional abuse, verbal abuse, manipulation, witnessing domestic violence as a child, parental abandonment, childhood trauma, intimate partner abuse (non-physical), gaslighting, self-worth struggles, and references to sexual assault and coercion. there are also depictions of crying, grief, and intense emotional vulnerability.
pairing(s): Haymitch Abernathy x Female!Reader
word count: 6.36k
this story is deeply personal. it’s fiction, yes—but woven with real memories, real grief, and real healing. it was written on a hard day, born from years of being haunted by abandonment, abuse, and the aching need to be loved without condition. this was a story i needed to write for myself. a place to put the pain and wrap it in softness. if you’ve ever felt forgotten, unworthy, or too much to love—this is for you, too. you are not too much. you are not hard to love. you deserved better, and i hope you find your soft place to land.
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Hope Is A Dangerous Thing To Have.
part two.
pairings: finnick odair x reader
summary: finnick came back a different man. after weeks of silence and indifference, you find a locket in his cot—a reminder that maybe not everything is lost.
warnings: very angsty!! mentions of suicide, mentions of torture, the usual hunger games
word count: 9.4k
author's note: very angsty. hopeful ending tho. i feel absolutely depressed since i was broken up with and needed a way to cope so i wrote this
babe i’m sorry about your breakup :( hugs and kissesss
this is a fucking masterpiece though, i’m not exaggerating.