Hey ! I'm So Excited To See Someone Else Writing For Johanna Because I'm Obsessed With Her And A Grumpysunshine

Hey ! I'm so excited to see someone else writing for Johanna because I'm obsessed with her and a grumpy×sunshine trope !!! Grumpy and abrasive Johanna and sunshine always kind fem!reader 🥹 would love love love to see some scenes maybe in the arena of during training and everyone is just shocked lol

johanna is literally my gf i'm so happy to write something for her

i'll link the completed work here when it's finished!

EDIT: here it is!

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(finnick odair x reader)

cw: mentions of sexual abuse and prostitution, talks of self hatred, ambiguous ending

→ reader comforts finnick when he's having a rough morning

open to submissions/asks !!

You know what kind of day it’s going to be as soon as you wake up.

Finnick’s not in bed anymore, which is unusual for him. He usually likes to stay in bed until well after you both have woken up. He likes to hold you against his chest, likes to whisper in your ear about everything and nothing. He likes knowing you’re there.

So when you wake up during sunrise and don’t see him next to you in bed, you can instantly tell something is wrong. You’re not worried or hesitant, you are more upset than anything.

Both you and Finnick have experienced the Hunger Games, so you’re no stranger to the nightmares that stem from it and bud out into real life. But when Finnick has nightmares, he tends to want to stay in bed rather than leave it, so you know that his terrors must not be what woke him up.

You sigh, getting up from the bed yourself. You smooth out the sheets and the duvet before grabbing your and Finnick’s mugs with old tea dregs in it to deposit in the kitchen sink. A pang of sadness hits you when you don’t spot Finnick at all during that time.

After throwing on one of Finnick’s knit sweaters and making two fresh mugs of tea, you set out to find your boyfriend, once and for all. It doesn’t take much looking- you find him sitting on the back deck overlooking the water.

“Finnick,” you say quietly so as not to startle him. “I brought you some tea.”

He doesn’t turn to look at you but by the way he flinches you know he heard you. You frown at his subtle action. 

“Go back inside. It’s too cold out here for you,” he eventually says after a long moment of silence. “I’ll be in soon.”

You don’t listen, instead choosing to sit on the step directly next to him, placing his mug on the table in front of you. “The tea will warm us both up.”

He finally turns his head to look at you. You try not to stare at the sight of the bags under his eyes or the way his frown has left a crease on his cheek. 

“What are you even doing here?” He asks, catching you off guard.

You don’t let the question faze you for too long before you respond easily, trying not to set him off. “I wanted to see you.”

He shakes his head before returning his gaze back to the water. “Not here, here. What are you doing with me?”

This question does cause you to raise your eyebrows. You set your mug of tea down next to his. “I’m here because I love you. You are the most perfect man in the world to me.”

You catch the way his face seems to melt at your words, how tears immediately come pouring from his eyes. Despite how hard it is, you don’t comfort him in fear of making his breakdown worse.

“I’m not. There’s nothing perfect about me. I’m dirty and used up.” He buries his face into his hands.

You’re speechless. You and Finnick have been together for a long time, and while he’s had moments where he feels like he’s not enough or that what the Capitol put him through made him less than, he’s never said anything like this. After a moment of processing his words, you try to soothe him by rubbing a hand up and down his back.

“Everything about you is perfect to me, Finn. And you are not dirty,” you say vehemently. “What they’re putting you through has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them.”

With his face still buried, Finnick cries out, “then why am I like this? Why can’t I live with it?”

You grimace. Every word he says resonates with you. While you were never sought after in the Capitol after your games in the same way Finnick is, you’ve seen the aftermath of the attention. You can’t do anything to change the past or what’s to come, but you can try to make things more bearable for him.

Afterall, he’s done so much for you.

“Can you tell me what happened, honey?” You dare to ask, hoping he’ll let you in.

He lifts his head up and turns back to face you. Your heart breaks at the sight of his watery eyes and red cheeks. “I just… looked in the mirror and hated what I saw. I hate my face for what it’s caused me.”

At this point you can’t help your own tears. “Finn,” you whisper. “There’s nothing wrong with you. There’s nothing wrong with your face, or your personality, or anything about you. Those people are the ones that are wrong. The people in the Capitol who are too evil to see the hurt that they’re causing.”

He nods. “Yeah.”

Not knowing what else to do, you wrap your arm around his shoulder and hold him until he tells you to stop. And when he does want to get up and go inside, you still say nothing as you make oatmeal for the two of you.

There’s nothing you can do or say to stop his torment. All you can do is promise to always be by his side.

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“Who are you” Part Two - Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader 

Part One // Masterlist // Finnick Fics

You were sitting in the cafeteria alone, most of the people had already left breakfast and started their schedule for the day but you were finding it harder to do anything as the days passed by. You didn’t know what had happened to your friends and family back in four, the other mentors from four hadn’t made it, Haymitch was busy helping Katniss, and Finnick- 

You shake your head staring down at the bland oatmeal that was sitting in front of you untouched. Your vision begins to blur with tears but someone calls your name, your heart races, you know that voice. You blink away the tears and look up to see Finnick standing in the doorway. 

He grinned when you spotted him. He said your name again softer this time, as if it was sacred. You stand quickly, your chair knocking the floor behind you. 

“Finn,” you say, your voice cracking with emotion as he begins to move towards you. His hands outstretched, your skin burning with anticipation for his touch, you hadn’t felt his warmth in three weeks but before you can feel his hands cup your cheeks you wake with a start. 

Your eyes blinking as you take in the gray walls and door of the bedroom you had been given here at thirteen. You bring a hand to your cheek and realize you have been crying in your sleep. You had been dreaming of Finnick remembering you every day. 

You had stayed in the hospital wing for a few days after Finnick hadn’t remembered you. The doctors had said that he would gain his memory within a few days but he had seemed to gain his short term memory. He remembered the games, the plan, Katniss and the other tributes, but not you. 

Finnick had begun to question your presence to the nurses, why you would stand out in the hall or why your eyes would tear up when you looked at him as if looking at him hurt you. He wondered if he had done something to you in the games. When they told him that he hadn’t, he began to wonder what he had meant to you. What you had meant to him. 

The nurses eventually banned you from the hallway that led to his room, your presence would send him spiraling. It reminded him of all the memories he had lost. He would begin the rock, mumbling under his breath that he felt like he knew you, the feeling overwhelming him due the lack of memories associated with it. 

They told you he would never be able to function by being in your presence, that you had to let him go. 

The dreams of him remembering you were becoming more and more vivid as he came out more into the group. He had meals with Katniss and trained with Haymitch. It was hard to grieve the loss of someone you were forced to see every day. 

There’s a sharp knock on your door and you slide out of the warmth of your bed. You press the button that slide the door and are greeted with two guards. “President Coin requests your presence in her office,” one of them says. You blink up at them still in a dream daze. “Immediately.” 

You nod, shutting the door to quickly change and brush your teeth before you follow them through the halls and towards her office. Your breath catches in your throat when you enter the room and see Finnick sitting at the table. He’s staring up at the screen that has a projection of District Four. His brow furrows as if he is trying to remember. 

President Coin says your name, drawing your attention back to her. She smiles before beginning to discuss why she called you all there. You can feel the weight of Finnick's stare but you refused to look his way. Haymitch and Katniss asked questions but you were barely listening, until President Coin finally explained that you all would be going there. Today. 

You blink up at her. “You,” she says in your direction before nodding to Finnick, “And him are the final victors from your district and you stand with the mockingjay. Districts one, two, and three will never fall from the District, but four? Perhaps, especially if their victors back the mockingjay. You’ll leave immediately.”

You allow yourself to be ushered outside and into one of the helicopters. Was no one going to argue that Finnick didn’t have any memories? How useful would he be? You haven't eaten a full meal and days and were beginning to feel the effects as the helicopter began to move.  

“I haven’t seen you in awhile.” You shiver at the voice as you turn to see Finnick sitting beside you. He gives you a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. His eyes are too busy scanning your face, looking for any sign of recognition. He leans in to whisper in your ear, and you fight the urge to pull away. “You aren’t just a big fan. We were close. We were- friends?” 

You pull away from him. If you couldn’t have him the way you used to, you could still have him as a friend. You give a small nod, “Yeah, you were two grades above me in school so we didn’t really get to know each other until after my games. You mentored me,” you explain. 

He stares at you as if he’s hanging onto every word. He nods, swallowing, “And we stayed friends when we came back?” 

Painful memories of your life together flood your mind. Memories that you had been trying to bury. Memories of him, holding you close every night while you slept when he realized that nightmares had been keeping you up, Memories of him, attempting to cook your favorite foods when he realized you hadn’t been eating. Memories of him, dragging you to the beach to get out of the house, the strolls through town. Memories of your first kiss, the reaping after your games was coming up and you haven't been able to sleep restfully in days. You had been irritable and depressed, closing everyone out. He had dragged you to his place, to the rocks where the waves swallowed any other noise. 

“Scream,” he had said to you. You looked at him like he was crazy and he gave you one of his charming smiles and turned to the water and screamed. He looked back at you and nodded at the water. 

You shook your head with a laugh and stepped up beside him, screaming as the waves crashed against the rocks. You screamed for the kids that had been killed in your games, for the ones that were going to be chosen in a day, for the cruelty of the capital. You screamed into your voice was rough, until you had tears spilling down your cheeks, and Finnick had wrapped you into his arms. 

He was solid and safe, he was the anchor keeping you grounded. You loved him. The thought had hit you like the waves crashing at your feet. You pulled away enough to look up at him, he was looking down at you with a glistening of tears in his own eyes. “You are the only good thing that came out of the games,” you say, before you pull him down, your lips crashing against his. 

You blink away the memories, your eyes focusing on the Finnick in front of you. The Finnick that didn’t remember any of those memories. “Of course,” you whisper, “We were neighbors after all.” 

You turn away after that. You couldn’t take any more questions. You couldn’t take having to pretend as if he was nothing to you when he had been everything. He had pulled you out of the water you were drowning in and showed you that life still mattered, that there were things and people still worth living for. 

You shifted, your shoulder pressing into Finnicks, as the helicopter landed. You move away from him quickly, unbuckling and standing up. You move quickly as soon as they open the door, breathing in the fresh salt air of home but the happiness doesn’t last long as you take in the destruction of the market. 

The once lively market had been trampled through, tents were crumpled to the ground and carts had been knocked over. A whipping pole had been positioned in the middle of the market and you could take in the dried blood that surrounded it. District Four had always been a peaceful district with little to none violence. You couldn’t imagine what anyone had done to deserve that. 

You all begin to step forward, you move towards the market place where your family used to set up shop. You turn to see the other’s doing the same. Finnick was still standing by the helicopter, looking around in confusion. He began to rub his temples as he took a hesitant step forward. 

You turn when you hear someone yell Katniss name, but as Katniss turns to face the voice her foot stepping on the ground. You hear the audible click of a mine before the explosion. You have barely time to react before the force of the explosion sends you backwards. 

You grunt as you are thrown against a wall and then everything goes black. 

You groan as your eyes flinch at the bright lights of the hospital level that you were all very familiar with. You hear someone say your name and you turn to see Finnick abandoning the doctor he was yelling at and moving towards you. He whispers your name again and you realize there’s something different about him. There was recognition behind his eyes, there was love. 

“Finn,” you croak, moving up to the sitting position. His hands are on your face, as he brings you closer to him, resting his forehead against yours. “You remember me.” 

He laughs, in relief as he brings his lips to yours. “I remember everything,” he says, softly against your lips. “It only took slamming my head against the side of the helicopter to knock some sense into me.” 

You laugh at that. “I’ll remember to knock you in the side of the head if you ever forget me again,” you whisper. He snorts as he pulls you into his arms. “I missed this so much. I never want to leave your arms.” 

“You better mean that because I am never letting you go.”

───★

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐜𝐬.

𓇼 finnick odair who snorts with tears of laughter welling in the corners of his eyes when he laughs too hard. when you two share jokes and bring up funny moments you had together.

𖦹 finnick odair who loves flustering you with pickup lines and snarky comments, but covers his face with the palms of his hands when you get him back. behind those hands is a pretty, dimpled smile and blushed cheeks that scream 'i love you.'

𓇼 finnick odair who finds comfort in holding your hand. tracing little shapes on your knuckles with his calloused yet soft fingertips.

𖦹 finnick odair who bought you a surfboard that matches with his for your birthday. he customized it to fit you, with little drawings of pearls and sea stars that remind him of you along it. when not in use, it's on full display in your shared bedroom as your prized possession.

𓇼 finnick odair who loves play fighting with you. who lets you jump on him, giggling, and every now and then knock him down. who lets you straddle over him and playfully punch his shoulder. it makes him happy to see you having fun, not to mention he has fun too, laughing and manhandling you off of him.

𖦹 finnick odair who always wants you there with him when he's taking a bath or shower. he finds comfort in water itself, so it's only fitting that he gets to have his pretty girl with him. he always finds a way to make it fun when you two bathe, sitting on opposite ends of the tub and shaping little creatures out of the bubbles.

𓇼 finnick odair who can't even pretend he doesn't like it when you wear his clothes. it makes his heart swoop when he sees you walking around in one of his tee-shirts, especially when in public.

𖦹 finnick odair who randomly picks you up to kiss your lips whenever he wants. you two could be in a meeting in thirteen and he'll wrap your legs around his waist to get as much of your lips as he wants. it causes glares from haymitch and coin, but does he really care if you're right there with him?

𓇼 finnick odair who will always be there to be a shoulder to cry on. more than that, even. he'll comfort you until the end of time. finnick will always and forever be there to support you, help you after your nightmares, to kiss your forehead with passion and wrap has arms around your shaking body, acting as a shield from whatever horrors were brought by the capitol.

───★

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What about angst or like a genuine argument between reader and finnick? Curious to see how that’d play out

here it is!!

this was honestly so cathartic to write for some reason like i literally loved it

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✧.* hunger games fandom

→ finnick, johanna, gen.

✧.* open to requests

→ they will be fulfilled at my own discretion and in my own time

✧.* masterlists

→ finnick → johanna