[Eren feels like he's going fucking insane. He's already insane, and he knows that, but this feels different. He's had feelings for plenty of people throughout his life, and he's never been good at untangling what exactly they mean - much easier to just ignore them as best he can and go with the flow, but he hasn't been able to do that in a long time either, and he has no idea how to make of his loneliness being ripped wide open raw like this.
[Finnick has always reminded Eren of his dear friends and anything more in between; he misses them, and he thinks of them now, as he paces his apartment, but it isn't just that.
[He wants Finnick Odair right now. That's who. Not any of the memories he's clinging to. Those are always there. He is not, and Eren only wants to be close enough to touch him, even if it's only a brush of their hands.
[It's been a couple days since they woke up wrapped in each other. He hasn't reached out since Finnick left that afternoon, and he's the one who's supposed to be doing that sort of thing.
[His pride is fucking screaming. He has no idea what to say.]
Where did you pick up that wine the other day?
[Perfect. Yes. They'll just talk about wine. But Finnick doesn't answer right away, and that makes Eren bristle; pisses him off, honestly. How dare he not be just as desperate, just as wanting? Yeah, Eren knows that isn't fair, but now that he's put himself out there, it feels impossible to wait. He can't even make it thirty minutes before following up.]
Seems the bottle was thrown out, so I can't check the label.
[Leaving Eren's apartment after making them a very late breakfast (okay, it was lunch, or maybe even supper), he felt like he'd just been sucked into an alternate universe for the second (third, fourth, fifth?) time. A universe where Eren was capable of caring and even being affectionate. It made the world feel kind of upside-down.
He decides to do his own thing, the things he usually does to feel normal and like himself. Swimming, running, making bread, collecting shit on the beach. He gives Eren space, since he knows he nearly scared him off. He'd told Eren to take the lead, so Finnick will let him decide how often and on what terms they talk, for a while. He wouldn't want to rush and smother him.
Besides, he's curious how long it will take Eren to break and text him first. Or if he'll just ignore Finnick entirely. Especially once a couple of days pass with no word, he figures Eren is trying to put space between them, so maybe he ought to try to move on from the incident. He knows Eren cares, but maybe he doesn't want anything to come of the night they shared, after all. And that's... Fine. He tries not to let it bother him, but it does anyway.
But as he emerges from the lake and dries off, he checks his device, and there is not one, but two messages from Eren. Spaced 20-something minutes apart, but both about the same subject. There's no way he was thinking about that wine for more than 20 minutes, so he must've been thinking... About Finnick. He smiles to himself.]
Hey. It was from a little liquor shop in my district. All I remember is it had a dog on the label. That's honestly why I bought it
[Eren doesn't realize he's been caught. That's a kindness on Finnick's part. He breathes a sigh of relief just seeing "odaring" pop up on his device, and that's...honestly more than a bit humiliating. At least he's alone (he doesn't want to be alone).]
Dog person, are you? I hear people tend to prefer one over the other.
[The other being cats, but he...figures that's a given? He's never personally had a preference, but he's not exactly fond of animals by default (or people he considers to be animals!).]
[Finnick has learned to read between the lines in his life, and that skill comes in handy with Eren. He'll entertain whatever cover conversation he wants; he's happy to hear from him.]
[He is happy to hear from him, and in his mind, this conversation is perfectly casual; he doesn't have to betray anything deeper yet, and he's grateful for that. He doesn't assume that Finnick is playing along or anything like that. He truly has no idea he's been assessed so accurately in this.]
I never had pets. I spent more time around horses than anything.
[It seems like less of a polite offer and more that Eren is set on doing it and is just letting Finnick know, but he still doesn't want Eren to feel like he owes him or something.]
[He's not mad, just feeling... Weirdly insecure? About everything? Which is really strange for him... It's been going on since this whole development with Eren.]
With Finnick deepening the kiss, Hythlodaeus follows suit, running his hands up his friend's bare back. He hasn't kissed somebody like this in a long, long time. It's a welcome distraction.
As his hands wander lower once more, he quite boldly grabs at Finnick's ass and grins into the kiss. He'd quite like to feel him bare against his hands, but he doesn't move to undo his trousers. Things don't need to be rushed. He just likes to tease.
Of course, no matter how far they decide to go with their fooling around, Hythlodaeus will always stop if Finnick wants him to. He'd never sabotage their friendship by prioritising this over what they already have. He hopes his friend knows that. He wants him to feel safe.
Finnick grins back, chuckling low into the kiss as his ass is grabbed so blatantly. Hythlodaeus always seemed sort of... Proper, not the type to make such bold moves, but clearly he was wrong. Maybe it was just his accent, which sounded a little to Finnick like a Capitol accent.
Nonetheless, he tightens his arm around Hyth's neck and pushes his hips forward until he has something to grind against. Hyth is a giant of a man, so Finnick can only imagine that what he has under this robe is... Proportional. And probably beautiful, too. Some kind of model cock. Or maybe a magic one? Both?
His hips lift and grind back against Finnick when he rolls down, humming a pleased sound as he grabs at his hips and pulls him down further. He's beginning to feel restless, a heat low in his belly. He needs more.
Finnick's estimations aren't far off- he's well endowed, that's for sure. Though the amount of layers still covering him make it hard to appreciate the grinding properly, and so he lets go of Finnick's hips briefly to begin unlacing his podea at the side. He still has underwear on underneath it, but the podea is two layers all on its own and they're quite thick. In the meantime he kisses at Finnick's jaw, down his throat and to his shoulder, where he begins to nip and suck a small mark into his skin. He can heal it if Finnick doesn't like it.
Finnick glances down where Hyth is unlacing his clothes. He tries to help with one hand, but it's not much use, and it's hard to focus with Hyth kissing his neck like that. So he just keeps his hips up and out of the way, eventually helping him yank the fabric down and away.
"Now do mine," he murmurs in a soft purr against Hythlodaeus' lips as they meet again. He'd rather not fumble with his own pants button at a time like this.
It's simple enough to unbutton Finnick's trousers, but he can't move anything out of the way with Finnick sitting like that so he casually pats his ass and grins.
"You'll have to move to take those off, alas."
He kisses him quickly again, then pulls back incase his friend wants to get up and shimmy out of his clothes.
[And so, Eren eventually makes it back to Finnick's apartment, and, seeing a teenager passed out on the couch, goes straight into his bedroom. He faces Finnick, lips tight, awaiting an explanation (surely, there has to be one).
[But it's not his apartment. It's not like he can complain. He's irritated despite, but he's maintaining his composure just fine about it.]
[He speaks softly. Finnick knows Eren won't be pleased with him for bringing a stranger into their space without asking. Understandably so. So when he comes in, Finnick rises from the bed and goes to him, touching his hair gently.]
His name's Kel. I found him in the amplitheater. He said he had no place to stay, and I wanted to get him out of there. He's... Gone through a lot lately, and it seems like he's balancing on a knife's edge in terms of coping with it. So I offered our couch... I'm sorry I didn't ask you first, it just felt... Urgent.
[Leave a kid to fend for himself in a dangerous world when Finnick could take him in and give him a soft, warm place to sleep?
[Eren shouldn't be surprised at all, but it does make him worry. Again, it's not like this is his place, but he does prefer to be here (it...felt like his place), and he certainly doesn't prefer extra company. He doesn't shy away from Finnick, nor does his expression sharpen any further, but he's not sure what to say for a good few moments, and he can feel that tension building as he stalls.]
[Finnick frowns. Shit, did charity fuck him over once again? He really should learn he can't please everyone...]
No, it's just until he can get on his feet. And I mean, you're staying here too, so I should have made sure you were okay with it... I can gently urge him to figure it out soon, I just...
[His brows are knitting together and he looks a little like a worried mom.]
He's a kid, y'know? I don't want him to have to worry about money and living on his own before he's ready to, especially when that means going into the amplitheater, and we both know what can happen in there...
[Eren and Finnick, it seems, have quite different views on children. When Eren was (what he guesses is) Kel's age, he wouldn't have considered himself a child, and he would have survived just fine on his own, even without a bed or a big brother to take care of him. He did come to the realization at some point that children shouldn't be made to go to war, kill, and fight before they can even understand what they're doing - but, that...really wouldn't be the case here. Eren just doesn't have much empathy for the situation, nor sympathy. Charity isn't really his thing.
[It is Finnick's.]
Like I said, it's your decision. I still have my own place to go if I want to. [His words aren't meant to be hurtful, nor a threat, but he doesn't exactly sound happy (because he doesn't want to leave).
I'd like to repay the favor for your incredibly gracious party hosting skills, and for putting up with a man who drank a bit too much and got a bit too in his own head.
Don't brush it off. I'll insist, and you'll find I'm far more stubborn than I let on.
text; un: kruger (hello handsome~)
[Finnick has always reminded Eren of his dear friends and anything more in between; he misses them, and he thinks of them now, as he paces his apartment, but it isn't just that.
[He wants Finnick Odair right now. That's who. Not any of the memories he's clinging to. Those are always there. He is not, and Eren only wants to be close enough to touch him, even if it's only a brush of their hands.
[It's been a couple days since they woke up wrapped in each other. He hasn't reached out since Finnick left that afternoon, and he's the one who's supposed to be doing that sort of thing.
[His pride is fucking screaming. He has no idea what to say.]
Where did you pick up that wine the other day?
[Perfect. Yes. They'll just talk about wine. But Finnick doesn't answer right away, and that makes Eren bristle; pisses him off, honestly. How dare he not be just as desperate, just as wanting? Yeah, Eren knows that isn't fair, but now that he's put himself out there, it feels impossible to wait. He can't even make it thirty minutes before following up.]
Seems the bottle was thrown out, so I can't check the label.
un: odaring
He decides to do his own thing, the things he usually does to feel normal and like himself. Swimming, running, making bread, collecting shit on the beach. He gives Eren space, since he knows he nearly scared him off. He'd told Eren to take the lead, so Finnick will let him decide how often and on what terms they talk, for a while. He wouldn't want to rush and smother him.
Besides, he's curious how long it will take Eren to break and text him first. Or if he'll just ignore Finnick entirely. Especially once a couple of days pass with no word, he figures Eren is trying to put space between them, so maybe he ought to try to move on from the incident. He knows Eren cares, but maybe he doesn't want anything to come of the night they shared, after all. And that's... Fine. He tries not to let it bother him, but it does anyway.
But as he emerges from the lake and dries off, he checks his device, and there is not one, but two messages from Eren. Spaced 20-something minutes apart, but both about the same subject. There's no way he was thinking about that wine for more than 20 minutes, so he must've been thinking... About Finnick. He smiles to himself.]
Hey. It was from a little liquor shop in my district. All I remember is it had a dog on the label. That's honestly why I bought it
cw: demeaning language toward...people...idk LMAO
Dog person, are you? I hear people tend to prefer one over the other.
[The other being cats, but he...figures that's a given? He's never personally had a preference, but he's not exactly fond of animals by default (or people he considers to be animals!).]
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Yeah, I like dogs. Which do you prefer?
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I never had pets. I spent more time around horses than anything.
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no need to watch past 1:21 (or at all) cw: really fucked up death/grief shit if you do watch past
damn man.
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the hair knots ; v ;
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cw: genocide, graphic violent imagery
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reiner is the dude in the icon btw lmao
cw alcohol use/abuse
the co-dependency begins (as if it hadn't already)
uh yeah did someone order a uhaul its under the name odair
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[Not negotiable.]
I will respect your things.
un: odaring
[It seems like less of a polite offer and more that Eren is set on doing it and is just letting Finnick know, but he still doesn't want Eren to feel like he owes him or something.]
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I don't mind cleaning. It's what I'm used to.
You'll enjoy a cleaner environment.
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[He's not mad, just feeling... Weirdly insecure? About everything? Which is really strange for him... It's been going on since this whole development with Eren.]
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It isn't a problem.
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I'm used to cleaning. I do it at my apartment too on certain days.
[Hasn't for a few now, considering.]
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moving the kiss thread to here!
With Finnick deepening the kiss, Hythlodaeus follows suit, running his hands up his friend's bare back. He hasn't kissed somebody like this in a long, long time. It's a welcome distraction.
As his hands wander lower once more, he quite boldly grabs at Finnick's ass and grins into the kiss. He'd quite like to feel him bare against his hands, but he doesn't move to undo his trousers. Things don't need to be rushed. He just likes to tease.
Of course, no matter how far they decide to go with their fooling around, Hythlodaeus will always stop if Finnick wants him to. He'd never sabotage their friendship by prioritising this over what they already have. He hopes his friend knows that. He wants him to feel safe.
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Nonetheless, he tightens his arm around Hyth's neck and pushes his hips forward until he has something to grind against. Hyth is a giant of a man, so Finnick can only imagine that what he has under this robe is... Proportional. And probably beautiful, too. Some kind of model cock. Or maybe a magic one? Both?
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Finnick's estimations aren't far off- he's well endowed, that's for sure. Though the amount of layers still covering him make it hard to appreciate the grinding properly, and so he lets go of Finnick's hips briefly to begin unlacing his podea at the side. He still has underwear on underneath it, but the podea is two layers all on its own and they're quite thick. In the meantime he kisses at Finnick's jaw, down his throat and to his shoulder, where he begins to nip and suck a small mark into his skin. He can heal it if Finnick doesn't like it.
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"Now do mine," he murmurs in a soft purr against Hythlodaeus' lips as they meet again. He'd rather not fumble with his own pants button at a time like this.
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"You'll have to move to take those off, alas."
He kisses him quickly again, then pulls back incase his friend wants to get up and shimmy out of his clothes.
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[And so, Eren eventually makes it back to Finnick's apartment, and, seeing a teenager passed out on the couch, goes straight into his bedroom. He faces Finnick, lips tight, awaiting an explanation (surely, there has to be one).
[But it's not his apartment. It's not like he can complain. He's irritated despite, but he's maintaining his composure just fine about it.]
Who is it?
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[He speaks softly. Finnick knows Eren won't be pleased with him for bringing a stranger into their space without asking. Understandably so. So when he comes in, Finnick rises from the bed and goes to him, touching his hair gently.]
His name's Kel. I found him in the amplitheater. He said he had no place to stay, and I wanted to get him out of there. He's... Gone through a lot lately, and it seems like he's balancing on a knife's edge in terms of coping with it. So I offered our couch... I'm sorry I didn't ask you first, it just felt... Urgent.
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[Eren shouldn't be surprised at all, but it does make him worry. Again, it's not like this is his place, but he does prefer to be here (it...felt like his place), and he certainly doesn't prefer extra company. He doesn't shy away from Finnick, nor does his expression sharpen any further, but he's not sure what to say for a good few moments, and he can feel that tension building as he stalls.]
It's your decision. Is he moving in?
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No, it's just until he can get on his feet. And I mean, you're staying here too, so I should have made sure you were okay with it... I can gently urge him to figure it out soon, I just...
[His brows are knitting together and he looks a little like a worried mom.]
He's a kid, y'know? I don't want him to have to worry about money and living on his own before he's ready to, especially when that means going into the amplitheater, and we both know what can happen in there...
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[It is Finnick's.]
Like I said, it's your decision. I still have my own place to go if I want to. [His words aren't meant to be hurtful, nor a threat, but he doesn't exactly sound happy (because he doesn't want to leave).
[There's a pause.]
I don't plan on that now.
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we could dip into the language idea here if u want c: (leaving it open ended in case)
yaaaa
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bb boy is so dumb
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there are two types of guy in this situation
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; n ; we can probably wrap here
ok! bookend
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I'd like to repay the favor for your incredibly gracious party hosting skills, and for putting up with a man who drank a bit too much and got a bit too in his own head.
Don't brush it off. I'll insist, and you'll find I'm far more stubborn than I let on.
What do you enjoy?
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[He considers arguing, briefly, but decides to go another angle.]
You wanna treat me, huh? Sweet of you.
"What do I enjoy" is a pretty broad question, though... We talking food? Activities? Kinks?
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I'm a pretty good cook, if there's any dish from home you've been missing...
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Oh yeah? How are you at cooking seafood?
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I'm from Tokyo, Finnick.
... Ah, you don't know where that is.
Much of our cuisine is centered around seafood. What did you have in mind?
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> action !!
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Have abit of headcanon about Finnick early life
HEAVEN TO ME TBH
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cw pet death - it's the hachiko story lol
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watch me struggle not to have him go full tilt Take Back Reality influencer in both games
finnick will probably end up enabling him somehow
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i love these two tbh
THEY'RE SO GOOD
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