mrsnancywheeler

[mrsnancywheeler]

everybody stop talking, I think my new favorite fic just dropped

𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞(s)

Billy dunne x fem reader. Yes I’m aware I put this in the finnick tag, it’s the same actor and idgaf so keep it cute

smut, talk of sex, drugs and everything in between, fic is veryyy AU like the interviewer isn’t billys daughter, it was never specified but I imagine it as grahams and everyone in the band are still good friends. Read note at the end

2006

Narrator: let’s talk about the incident of ‘76

Daisy: “what a time to be alive” she said before bursting out laughing

Karen: “messy, messy, messy”

Graham choked on his water

Warren: original Pam and Tommy I swear *starts cackling* y/n was the og 90s girl before the 90s especially her fashion sense…. And other things..”

Eddie just started at the camera

Y/n: “made a shit ton of money” She says, laughing when someone out of frame catches her eye

Billy: “well. Um.” He stutters out rubbing his beard before he’s thrown a magazine by someone out of frame. “Oh, well this pretty much sums up the year” he says before flipping the magazine around to the camera

1976

“Fuck” You whine out, attempting to clench your legs around Billy’s head.

“Keep the camera straight doll” he rasps out before going back to absolutely devouring your cunt. Your senses are completely overwhelmed between billy’s head between your thighs suctioning his mouth to your swollen clit and the loud party in the next hotel room over with the rest of the band. You guys snuck away as soon as possible, leading to billy stripping you of all your clothes but making you leave your high heels on

“Billy, shit I’m gonna cum” you loudly moan out as you move the camera closer to your cunt. You swear you almost smacked the shit out of him when he took his mouth off your pussy stopping your orgasm. He sat up so that he could kiss you, immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth as you lightly suck on it.

Billy grabbed the camera from your hands and pointed it down at you as you laughed grinning up at him. “Fucking ethereal” he groans out as he looks through the grainy video. He grabs your leg putting it over his shoulder as he lightly kisses your ankle that still has your high heel straps on. He switches the Camera to his other hand as he gropes your tit “billy if you don’t fuck me right now I’m gonna go crazy” “you already are doll”

Next thing you know you’re getting pounded into oblivion with a camera positioned at the both of you, billy had your legs around his hips as he was in a sitting up position absolutely rearranging your organs “Fuck, Fucking hell” you almost scream out as you feel his tip hit that spongey spot deep inside you “yeah, did I find it?” He groans out “yes! Yeah! Right there!” You whine as he starts rubbing your clit so fast that you swear his hand blurs.

“Oh my god! Billy, I’m cumming, yeah!” You say as you clench so hard around his you almost push him out completely

“Fuck, Jesus Christ” he moans. You can tell he’s about to cum by the way he’s twitching inside you “where do you want me doll” he groans as he pulls your head back exposing your neck as your eyes roll completely back in your head and your hair sticks to your face from sweat and mixed saliva

“Inside, please, fill me up” you moan as you being to cum mid sentence, white hot pleasure taking over your body and Billy’s cum filling you up only adds to the feeling.

You only take less than a minute before you’re grabbing the camera again and pressing record as you climb on top of him shoving his dick back inside you. He grabs the camera from your hold to switch the view pointing it at your cunt bouncing up and down on him.

The sound of the wet smacking from your creamy cum at his base fills the room as you viscously ride him as he begins to flick at your clit again and shows the camera the prominent bulge deep in your stomach.

The next thing you guys filmed was billy face fucking you to oblivion and the last thing filmed was billy pointing the camera down at you giggling with a wide smile and he rubbed his hand up and down ur body that was covered in sweat and thick layers of your shared cum

★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.

Way too many rounds later you and billy took a shower (and definitely didn’t go for 2 more) and went out for a smoke without thinking twice about the video camera lying on your dirtied hotel bed and most definitely didn’t think that Jonah berg would be the one to find it when he went looking for you two

★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.

“Rockstars steamy x rated film leaked as many tell their opinions” you read out to billy and the band from a rolling stone magazine

Everyone had a shocked look in their face while billys face was pink with rage and looked ready to commit murder

“If it helps I haven’t heard one bad thing about it” Daisy says

“Yeah I mean you guys looked rockin So I don’t see why anyone would be too brutal….” Warren rambles before slowing down once he realized everyone was staring at him

“You watched my brothers sex tape…?” Graham says just above a whisper absolutely horrified

“Okay- we’ll- hear me out” Warren stutters out with his pointer finger in the air trying to make a point

“NOPE NOPE” Graham cuts him of by dramatically gagging and running out of the room

Warren turns back to the band once Graham left with a wide guilty grin on his face

“So um..” he begins

“I don’t care that you watched it Warren, I would be surprised if you hadn’t watched it” you say rolling your eyes

“Right okay” he strains out defeated

“Okay… as I was saying, I haven’t heard anything bad, I mean obviously it’s an awful thing but there is little to none slut shaming which is surprising, everyone is just being horny but hey it’s better than everyone calling you a whore” Daisy shrugs

“Okay but did everyone forget what we are here for, you guys have tour press today in less than 3 hours” you stress to the band

Billy wraps with hand around your neck and kisses your head.

It’s not like you and billy are deathly afraid of public pda, it’s actually the quite opposite, you couldn’t even count the amount of times you guys had been caught with his tongue down your throat, hand wrapped around your neck and practically dry humping you In the middle of downtown Los Angeles.

“We are gonna figure something out with that psycho, I promise.” He mumbles into your hair.

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“Daisy over here!” “Billy to your left!”

“What do you have to say about the leaked videos?” “Who’s the man you married Daisy?”

“Okay okay ONE at a time please” rod interrupts

“What do you all have to say about the leaked explicit tape of your lead man and his girlfriend and it possibly ruining her image?” one reporter asks the band as if billy isn’t right there

“Why should it ruin her image? It was an intimate moment between the two that got leaked by a fucking pervert, I’ve only heard people talk about y/n and nothing about billy, it’s NATURAL, y/n is an extremely talented and good looking woman, you guys are talking about it like you’re a bunch of fuckin virgins.” Daisy says to all the reporters

“And we will be expecting to see Jonah berg in court” Is the only thing billy said before rod cut time.

2006

Warren: The berg-dunne-l/n lawsuit was the biggest thing of the decade and even in pop culture, I mean I still hear about it now”

Daisy: billy and y/n were very shameless people, they had the guts most people didn’t have, that being said; for all 7 days the case lasted they had every second broadcasted on live television

Y/n: what can i say? My kink is karma” she shrugs

Warren: I remember that the day they had me testify when we were leaving the building it was just a sea of paparazzi and flashing cameras, they even had security trying to pave a way to the car through all the paps, I also remember that once the security guard moved out the way and y/n came into their view- I will always remember this, it was truly an iconic moment but one of them just yelled out “y/n what’s up baby!” and then the blinding lights got ten times worse” he says with a chuckle

Karen: it was just insane that even despite the fact that they showed up to court everyday high cocaine they still managed to win the case getting 4 million dollars which mind you, was worth what 17 million today would be from rolling stone and Jonah berg” She says in disbelief

Daisy: remember when I said they were both very shameless people?

Eddie: yeah well after the case people and when I say people I mean like two news outlets called them embarrassed prudes or something like that and them being stubborn decided to really shut them up. In better words they decided to be the cover of the fall ‘76 playboy issue” he says thinning his lips

Rod: if I recall correctly I’m pretty sure that was the most popular playboy magazine of all time, I mean it was everywhere, every gas station, every corner you turned, they even had one of those big posters put up on the walls out by Venice beach area

Graham: yeah, um it wasn’t fun seeing my brother and his girlfriend naked every corner I turned.” He strains out

Billy: well it was definitely an interesting year, even after the case was closed we still had paparazzi following our every move, sometimes it would be worse than others, I remember we were at a party once after a show in Vegas and me and y/n were absolutely trashed, basically blackout drunk and high but the cameras were there and the next morning we of course saw our faces plastered on the cover of star magazine” he says slightly laughing

Y/n: yeah that was definitely a magazine cover! But we were practically hanging off each other trying not to completely collapse on the floor 

Narrator: do you ever wish you were never famous and lived a normal life?

Y/n: Well to be honest no.

Billy: even though it was a very hectic year that was probably the best year in that era, I got married to my wife that year

Y/n: that would be meeeeee” she says cheekily

Karen: I had a joke that was saying “rub it in their face put a rock on her hand” because them two were basically a married couple at that point and they took that seriously

Extra

Narrator: let’s talk about the incident of ‘76

Jonah berg: next question.

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Y/n: it was all very-“ she’s cut off by billy running behind her and quickly grabbing her face and hastily kissing her and then running off before she can even process what happened.

★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.

During the break with the interview y/n and billy are talking and out of the blue she sits up remember something

“Do you remember the time we had a threesome with Daisy” she laughs out

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LMFAO the way it took me over a month to finish this😭 chi I had testing and I was busy fighting and doxxing swifties on stantwt but now I wanna write a billy x reader x daisy smut 🙁 but I do apologize for this now stop harassing me in my asks for this fic anyway see you next time fatties

#my mutuals eat every time #no crumbs left

[mrsnancywheeler]

okay i absolutely love 🐚 anon’s thoughts on finnick loving reader’s body hair. i’m all for not shaving and embracing it. how do you think finnick would make reader feel more confident and comfortable deciding not to shave? like it’s something she’s always wanted to try but has been worried about what her partner would think.

number one, finnick would make it known that he loves it, like he can't help it when he notices and a big grin breaks out on his face. because to him it means you feel comfortable enough with him to not follow societal standards of beauty that he's sick of anyways. he also thinks the natural body is just so beautiful, he's so so tired of the way the captiol will rip every bit of hair slightly out of place off of people, just make everyone so sanitized. the human body is raw and personal and real, so all the little natural things he just finds so much beauty in.

he's totally the type of guy to be giving you a foot massage, notice you haven't shaved your legs, smile, and just, "I love you." and whenever you're nervous about having not shaved he's shutting that down real quick.

if you're on your way to the market to grab some things before swimming so you've thrown on a swimsuit cover and then it's like, oh shit, other people are going to see me and I haven't shaved. "oh, damnit-"

"what's wrong, honey?"

"I just need a second, I forgot to shave, and have to go do that."

"why do you have to shave?"

you can't help but laugh because it feels obvious, that's what society expects. "look at me, I'm so hairy and gross-"

"hey, hey, don't say that, it's beautiful, you're beautiful." and when he says it that genuinely, it's hard not to believe him, his eyes so eager and loving. "I mean if it makes you itchy or uncomfy then do it, but not just because other people, it's perfect, you're perfect."

and you can't help but smile at him, "you're such a sap."

#wanda 💋 #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader fluff #anon

[mrsnancywheeler]

DAD!FINNICK ODAIR HEADCANONS

Dad!Finnick who’s core memory is holding your children when they touch ocean water for the first time as they kick their feet and squeal

Dad!Finnick who has full conversation with your children when they’re still babies even though they have no idea what he’s saying

Dad!Finnick who plans occasional dates including your children (ex.a romantic date at home while your children act as the waiters)

Dad!Finnick who gets both you and your daughter flowers for Valentine’s Day

Dad!Finnick who loves watching you and the kids cuddle up together on the couch

Dad!Finnick who loves it more when he’s apart of the cuddles

Dad!Finnick who noticed, loved and appreciated every little change to your body during the presentation

Dad!Finnick who during your pregnancy would try all of your pregnancy cravings with you and find them absolutely disgusting

Dad!Finnick who teaches your son his signature smirk

Dad!Finnick who loves beach day

Dad!Finnick who will spend hours making sandcastles with the kids

Dad!Finnick who’s favourite part of the day is bath time after a long day with all the bubbles and the kids in their hooded towels (though he does love his alone time with you after you put the kids to bed a little more)

Dad!Finnick who will turn into a mad man the second someone disrespects your kids

Dad!Finnick who will spend hours chasing the kids around

Dad!Finnick who’s not afraid to be the ‘bad cop’ when the kids are misbehaving

Dad!Finnick who tells the kids how much he loves them

Dad!Finnick who gives the best hugs

Dad!Finnick who thinks no one’s good enough for his little girl

Dad!Finnick who what’s your kids to feel like they can come to him about anything

Dad!Finnick who spends hours talking to you belly after you fall asleep during your pregnancy

Dad!Finnick who loves carrying your kids everywhere

Dad!Finnick who worships you everyday for the beautiful babies you gifted him everyday

Dad!Finnick who would teach your kids how to get away with the sneakiest shit and instantly regret it 

Dad!Finnick who loves hearing a babies laugh

Dad!Finnick who if forever grateful that you chose him to start and family and to grow old with

[mrsnancywheeler]

waking up next to remus and immediately his arms are around you, pulling you into his chest as you stretch awake. he buries his nose into your temple, inhaling hard as you yawn and sling a leg over his waist.

“morning, rem.” you’re all groggy and a tiny bit grumpy but remus smells like the orange soap you use and the clean cotton of your duvet, so there’s not much to be upset about.

“hi dove,” his hand massages at your hip, kneading the fat there a little.

“how’d you sleep?” you smile, looking up at him as he noses at your jaw.

“like a baby,” your fingers comb through his hair, scratching at the nape of his neck. “kiss?” remus smashes your lips together and pulls away, three more kisses following soon after.

you try rolling away, to get out of bed to get started on your day but remus holds onto your waist.

“remus i need to go brush my teeth.” you squeal as he pulls you so you’re laying on him, legs hooked over each of his hips.

“no, s’the weekend. we can be a little lazy.” you gasp, scandalized at the fact that remus lupin, your early bird boyfriend who doesn’t lay in past seven in the morning, is encouraging a lie in at almost eight o’clock.

“can we? i thought you’d want to make me that fruit salad and heat up the samosas james sent over last night.” remus chuckles at the honey sweetness in your tone, and the way you bat your eyes at him as you brace your hands on his chest.

“no cup of tea?” you roll your eyes, remus’ hand skirts your bum a warning tap planted on it.

“um, coffee?”

remus chuckles, you pout preemptively, already knowing what he’s going to say. “drink the water on the nightstand first and we’ll see, dove.” you’re cuddled up for maybe twenty minutes before remus skips out from under you to start breakfast.

[mrsnancywheeler]

haiii can we get more doctor!remus x whimsical!reader? maybe reader uses crystals and healing music to help remus when he's feeling sad/mentally blocked? no worries if you don't want to, love the way you write them teehee :3

Thanks for requesting babe!

doctor!Remus x whimsical!reader ♡ 870 words

Remus supposes it’s the thought that counts. 

He’d come home from work today complaining of a long day and a dismal mood and expecting, perhaps, a kiss and cuddle from you to make him feel better. Instead you’d laid him down on the couch and started placing eclectically-shaped and oddly colorful rocks on his forehead, throat, and torso, and now you’re playing music that sounds like some shit even James wouldn’t be caught listening to. 

There’s a muffled noise in the kitchen. Remus cracks an eyelid. Another, and he’s sitting up, catching the stones as they fall from him. You’re kneeling on the counter, reaching for something in the back of the cabinet. 

“Oi,” Remus starts to stand, but you turn to face him and hop down without even the decency to look a little abashed. 

“Remus.” Your voice is about as stern as a kitten’s purr, but he can tell you’re meant to be remonstrating him as you walk over, pushing him back down by the shoulder. You take the rocks from his hand and start arranging them as they were. “You’re meant to be relaxing.” 

“You’re meant to ask me when you need something you can’t reach,” he counters. The stone you set on his throat wobbles as he speaks. 

Your eyebrows twitch slightly, as close to a frown as you ever get. “If you get up, you’ll disrupt the healing process.” You place the last rock on his forehead with deliberate care. Remus’ heart thaws some. 

“Oh, well. I didn’t mean to disrupt the healing process.” 

You smile, seraphim. “You’re being terribly corporeal again.”

“Can you blame me?” He cracks one eyelid to look at you, flirting a bit. “My entire career is based on the corporeal. I’d be out of a job if I started focusing on things unrelated to science.” 

You shrug. “There’s no science that says they don’t help, and in my experience they do.” 

“The rocks?” 

“The crystals, yes.” 

Remus hums and turns his palm up. You set your hand in his, smile softening as he starts running his thumb over the delicate skin of your inner wrist. “Tell me what they do, pretty girl.” 

Your eyes are busy watching the movement of his thumb, but they flit back up to his at the request. “You really want to know?” you ask. 

“I really want to know.” 

You situate yourself more comfortably next to his legs on the couch, reaching over to touch the stone on his heart. “This one’s for confidence and calm, and this one—” you touch the one on his throat, careful not to displace it “—is meant to balance your spirit and cleanse your subconscious.” 

“Mm. And what does cleansing my subconscious entail?” 

“It helps you let go of any preconceived beliefs that may be limiting you.”  

“What if I happen to like my preconceived beliefs?” 

“Too bad.” 

That startles a laugh out of him, and you smile as your fingers brush his neck, ensuring the stone doesn’t fall. 

“Alright, what’s the last one do?” 

“It gives you inner strength and motivation,” you say, quiet and certain. “I imagine you’ll need it for the rest of the week, seeing as it’s only Monday.” 

Remus has no argument for that. He probably will need it.

“Is the music helping?” you ask. 

He hesitates. “It sort of feels like I’m meant to be dancing with faeries in some secluded forest. Is that what it’s supposed to do?” 

You turn so he can’t see your face, but your smile is in your voice. “That’s not inaccurate, but I can change it if you like.” 

“That might be best. Thanks, dove.” 

“Course,” you whisper, and then the music cuts out, replaced by the trinkling sounds of water. Rain sounds. Some tightly wound muscle in Remus’ head relaxes. 

“Thanks,” he says again, quieter now. The room feels suddenly like a sanctuary he doesn’t wish to disrupt. Either those rocks of yours are actually doing something, or you’re just emanating enough love to heal him all on its own. 

When you speak, it’s in an equally soft voice. “I’m going to get on the counter again,” you warn, “and I don’t want you to come after me, please.” 

Remus sighs his acquiescence. “Be careful.” 

“I will,” you promise. 

He hears the quiet thudding of your knees hitting the counter and opens his eyes, watching as much as he can in his periphery as you root around in the cabinet. Something crinkles just before you hop down. 

“What did you need in there so badly?” he asks curiously. 

You smile, proud of yourself, and hold up a chocolate bar. “This. It makes your brain release the nice hormones, right? I can’t remember the science-y names.” 

“Serotonin, dopamine, and endorphins,” he confirms as you come over. You start peeling open the wrapper. “I thought you didn’t believe in the corporeal, though.” 

You roll your eyes like he’s silly. “Of course I do. The spiritual and corporeal can go together, you know. We can use both.” 

You break off a piece of chocolate and hold it out for him, but Remus bypasses it to take your hand, bringing it to his lips. “Dove, you make some excellent points.”

[mrsnancywheeler]

real (I loved a girl for 7 years and we never dated but she did kiss me and told people we'd probably hook up so I'm not delusional I promise)

as someone who's been through lesbian situationship this is so true

[mrsnancywheeler]

I think Daisy seeing how Billy takes care of muse when Daisy has gotten her too high is interesting ngl

i love them all sm, and I definitely think it makes daisy a little more introspective about the situation and she understands it a little bit more.

like billy has no reservations about sticking his hands down your throat to help you throw up when you've had too much, helping you drink water, tilting your head back to help you swallow it. he knows how much you can handle and he gets you back on the track of what you're usually taking because daisy always manages to make the 3 lines you might take scattered throughout the day, 3 lines one right after the other with a bottle of champagne and a couple of beers right after and a joint.

when he's drugged up and so are you it's a completely different story, but when he's not high out of his mind he makes sure you're well taken care of and anything you say actually makes him think and feel guilty because it's so much more vulnerable.

"daisy, what the hell did you do?" he's got his hands on your face, looking at how insanely dilated your pupils have gotten.

"well, I don't know, we just kept going. it didn't feel like that big of a deal!"

"you're so irresponsible, daisy!"

"wanna sit down." the moment you say it he's helping you inside, had you on the couch.

"how much did you take, baby?"

"not enough, I said I wanted to go home. why are you here?"

"she didn't take you home and I'm glad she didn't-"

"daisy, I wanna go home." you rather unsuccessfully try to stand and billy's got you when you stumble.

"what is going on?" before daisy can chime in to answer billy, you have. because you're crying, daisy knows it's just you crying for the 100th time.

"I just want to go home, I'm sick of this. I just want to be loved, why don't you love me?"

there's a silence, a painful silence where billy is thinking, "we need to get you to throw some of this up."

and you're just crying harder because it proves something to you and daisy is just watching the chaos unfold. "I'm so stupid, just call me a taxi, I shouldn't be here."

"no, you're not gonna be alone." and you don't know know why you let him take you to the bathroom, why you let him help you throw up, why you let him get you a cup to wash out your mouth, or sit there on the bathroom floor with him. "I do love you, I just hate that you try to see me, all of me." Words whispered on the bathroom tiles before he's cleaning you up, convincing you to lay down and sleep it off, holding you until you feel somewhat better.

it doesn't really stop daisy from getting you high in the future, just a little less high, or from getting on billy's case, but she knows more why you're so stuck to each other.

sitting on rooftops with daisy drinking bottles and bottles of champagne and smoking a joint, she's scribbling down random lyrical ideas she gets from things you say. but you're losing it, she's got you thinking too much about billy, you're angry, sad, just riled up. and so when billy walks into this your time bomb is done ticking.

"daisy, what the hell!" he can already tell from scattered bottles that you've got to be drunk out of your mind.

"you're not her keeper, billy, an adult woman can handle herself. because that is what she is, isn't it?" daisy can't help herself but make digs about how everyone seems to glaze over how young you are, an adult, but not nearly as much as they are.

you're standing up, facing him, you've suddenly gained all the confidence to ask him things that you wouldn't usually dare to. "billy, what are we?"

"what? what are you talking about?" he's shaking his head and daisy is happily taking another hit off the joint. "you're my girl, you know that-"

"what does that even mean, billy? what does it mean to be your girl? label it, say it's something or maybe it means nothing to you at all, but I just wanna know where I stand. to understand who you want me to be because I have no fucking clue." and you're pushing back tears, slightly slurring your words, but they ring clear in billy's ears like the reckoning.

his hand runs through his hair, shaking his head, sighing, completely exasperated. "i-i don't know."

in the background daisy is scoffing, taking a drink, laughing slightly, "well, isn't that just a great response, you don't know."

you've spoken up before billy can shoot back, "I'm not asking to get married, I just want to know what I am to you or just what I'm not. because somedays I'm just some pair of tits that you're sick of doing lines on, another stupid fucking groupie-" your voice chokes, "and others it's like you'd hand the goddamn stars for me, your muse, your inspiration. and I don't even know what to expect, ever."

he can't think of a single thing to say that doesn't make him feel small, that express the complexities of how he's feeling. "you're drunk."

and it actually hurts him to see the way you just stare at him, letting the tears well in your eyes, "yeah." then you're laughing, grabbing the bottle from daisy to take another drink. "just go, billy, find someone much more entertaining then me. tracy has better tits anyways and they say she gives really good head-"

"I do know that-"he's taking a deep breath, swallowing, it feels like a lot to say this, "that I always want you around, near me, with me, when you're gone, it breaks me. and that I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling. look, I'm-" another deep sigh, "I'm sorry. let's just get you sobered up."

and him saying sorry must be good enough for you even if daisy knows she wouldn't have taken just that, but you're putting the bottle down, letting him get closer, "oh my god, I think I'm gonna be sick"

and she watches him nurse you through the next mornings hangover, the way he's mastered the hangover cure that helps you, the way he plays with your hair, the way he kisses your forehead, and how comforted you see by it.

yeah these are just some of my thoughts so far about it for my pookies

#wanda 💋 #billy dunne x reader #billy dunne #billy dunne x reader angst #djats x reader #anon

[mrsnancywheeler]

Do you ever think about how when Finnick would have his clients in the Capitol he probably would be thinking about his sweet girl to make it easier. Then feeling so much guilt about it cause he knows what it’s like to be sexualized? Or is just me

-🌾anon

in a sweet girl mood rn

okay so I don't think he necessarily would think of her in that position with himvbut he would imagine her beside him while he's trying to disassociate, if that makes sense? like she's sitting right there, holding his hand, smiling at him, stroking his hair, reading a book to him, singing a lullaby.

but the guilt kicks in when he finds himself wishing she was here too, to be with him, his common sense knows what when she is it isn't really any better, most of the time it's worse. yet in the moment and thoughts of just laying with her he aches for her to just be there too, to not be alone.

I think he's either putting on a performance or completely lost in the thoughts of just being with his sweet girl and that the way these people talk, move, act just doesn't lend itself to even imagining that it's someone else, let alone her.

sorry this took me so long to get to pookie, I've been in and out of dry spells in writing and hopping around my inbox, forgive me, ily 🥺❤️

#wanda 💋 #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #the lakes #the river #finnick odair angst #🌾 anon

[mrsnancywheeler]

no bc Finnick having a nightmare about reader dying+ comfort cuddles. hes just trying his hardest to not break down and theyre just holding him, his face pressed into their shirt

he would wake up in a cold sweat, eyes darting around until he finally sees that you're alive and well, looking up at him through your lashes with sleep still settled deep in your bones. you know he doesn't like to talk about what his nightmares are about, so you just tug him closer, wrapping him up in your arms. his breath tickles your skin as he hides his head in the fabric of your shirt, trying not to soak your nightgown with his tears. you shush him gently and run your fingers through his hair, whispering sweet nothings as you lull him back to sleep. talking can wait until the morning.

[mrsnancywheeler]

I had a dream about finnick odair last night and he took me on this little scavenger hunt where at the end there was a ring because he was proposing, and we got matching lockets. it felt very real, a very pro slay moment

#wanda 💋 #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x you #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff

[mrsnancywheeler]

finnick odair is the kind of man to encourage you to wear whatever you want bc “he can fight” 😭🫶

[mrsnancywheeler]

modern!finnick odair is a passionate duolingo user

when he told you he had a big streak you were expecting him having a 50 days one, not a four years streak. being a proud member of the streak society.

you are cuddling together at night, holding each other while he strokes your hair, being completely comfortable in the silence, every few minutes receiving soft thoughtful forehead kisses from him when all of a sudden he yells "OH GOD, MY STREAK!" and stands up looking for his phone

it all started as something to pass time, "learning spanish won't be very time-consuming, right?" he thought. now he's completely obsessed with it, watches movies in spanish, listens to latin music, and has to show off his spanish every time he has the chance.

sometimes when he wants to turn you on he holds your hips tightly and corners you to the wall, pushes his body to yours, overwhelming your senses as he kisses your sweet spot on your neck, and then he whispers into your ear "yo como una manzana" seductively

eventually, he convinces you to join too, happy to have you as a partner for the friend quests. now at any random time of the day you will receive a text from him "have you done duolingo today, honey?" the answer is no most of the time. he actually gets a little upset when you don't pull your weight and lose the friend quest of the week.

he has a nemesis, bertha, an old lady from the other side of the world. he claims that they hate each other, having history of competing for the first place on the leaderboards, and having heavy tension between them. he is right, that lady prays for his downfall every single time he beats her to the first place and wants him gone.

one night before going to sleep, he kissed your cheek and softly told you "don't worry honey, i'll take care of the green bird for you if it's necessary" as if it was a completely normal thing to say, and went to sleep without a care in the world

[mrsnancywheeler]

thank the spirits that be for gifting me enough spark to write another 800 words of the river tonight, ty ty ty ty ty ty ty ty ty ty

#wanda 💋

[mrsnancywheeler]

OH MY GOD RANDOM SMALL BURST OF INSPO

okay okay so obviously the first assumption listening to I can fix him (no really I can) is billy and muse BUT it's also incredibly finnick and his sweet girl coded okay, hear me out

so after his games finnick has a reputation that is socially accepted, that he's flirty, a fuckboy, he won the games and you have to be a certain type of person to do that, but sweet girl doesn't care about any of that. people like conway say it's a bad decision, a bad choice, but she doesn't care because she sees him and believes that they are truly in love so nothing else matters. not if they can be together. and she is the only one who can see him fully and he'll be fully vulnerable with her.

"they shake their heads saying, "God help her" when I tell them he's my man, but your good lord doesn't need to lift a finger, I can fix him, no, really I can and only I can"

"his hands, so calloused from his pistol, softly traces hearts on my face" this but with callouses from his trident and the contrast of a perception of the type of person to win the games and the love he has for his sweet girl.

"I can fix him, no, really I can (no, really I can) whoa, maybe I can't"

okay this could be the realization she did nothing when they breakup OR OR OR AND I LIKE THIS BETTER. the way his world consumed her with it, she got reaped for the games likely because of snow due to her involvement with finnick, and it broke her completely. she couldn't fix him, she wants to, she aches to be there for him, but being involved with him completely broke her. she can't help him heal if life has beaten her down.

WOAH THE INSPO Y'ALL, I LITERALLY STOPPED WHAT I WAS DOING TO WRITE THIS AAAAAAAA YAY

#wanda 💋 #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #the lakes #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x you #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #the river

[mrsnancywheeler]

iwillwriteiwillwriteiwillwrite

today I worked on the river, started answering some asks that aren't done and are in my drafts but like I want to but I can't and i wish I could focus and that the spark of inspiration would happen, force feed me me inspo 😭

#wanda 💋

[mrsnancywheeler]

finnick seeing reader without makeup for the first time and that man is on his knees. so down bad. so absolutely starstruck.

anon he would be worshiping your body in seconds. he thinks you’re gorgeous with makeup but without it? jesus christ, his brain just about short-circuits and if you’re worried or insecure about what he might be thinking, the pure adoration in his eyes has all of your troubles melting away <3

[mrsnancywheeler]

chronically unedited :( as usual

Modern!Finnick Odair who gives up his seat for you on the bus/train. Bonus points if that’s how you meet.

Modern!Finnick Odair who stops dead in his tracks to pick flowers for you if he sees them growing on the side of the road or he passes a field. You’re like “why is he late!!” and he shows up with a tiny bouquet of wildflowers wrapped in a napkin and a stupid grin.

Modern!Finnick Odair who actually dresses really fashionably until the second it hits above 75 degrees. Then it’s full Adam Sandler mode (he’s so me!)

Modern!Finnick Odair who loves sending you those cat tik toks. He just goes “Us” and it’s a video of two cats jumping around.

Modern!Finnick Odair who has the most random obscure music taste. He’s just all over the place. But he loves Folklore by Taylor Swift I feel like. Would be in his top 5 albums. (Cardigan is in my Odesta playlist 🙁)

Modern!Finnick Odair who loves to take you out on spontaneous dates (Finnick in any universe really) but especially in modern he would show up to your place and just be like let’s go!! lunch!! coffee!! you look pretty how you are i dont care let’s go!!!!