#or as tough as katniss

[lady-harrowhark]

people who hate the ship name griddlehark should be grateful. i was there for peeniss.

#i am joking about this btw #like i do feel for you #i think griddlehark's delightful but i feel for you #life was tough for peeta/katniss shippers back in the day #left to my own devices i probably would have gone with navigesimus but griddlehark is more fun tbh #tlt #griddlehark #tlt shitposting #the locked tomb

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

@dilf-din thanks for the tag, love!

Ekhm, in no particular order:

1. Rachel Roth - Titans/DC

2. Charlie Bradbury - Supernatural

3. Quentin Coldwater - The Magicians

4. Kate Bishop - MCU

5. Emily Dickinson - Dickinson

6. Joel Miller - The Last of Us

7. Ezra - Prospect

8. Ahsoka Tano - Star Wars

9. Lyra Silvertongue - His Dark Materials

10. Kaz Brekker - Six of Crows

No pressure tags go to @skoulsons @blooming-gwens @suburbanlegends-tv @ambeauty @undertheknightwing @sotvtaughtmehowtofeel @ellies-little-gun

#it was a tough choice for mcu between Kate and America Chavez bc they are both my girls #other honorary mentions include: #dick grayson #dean winchester #inej ghafa #will parry #katniss everdeen #tag game #favorite characters #dc titans #rachel roth #supernatural #charlie bradbury #the magicians #quentin coldwater #marvel #kate bishop #dickinson #emily dickinson #the last of us hbo #joel miller #prospect (2018) #ezra (prospect) #star wars #ahsoka tano #his dark materials #lyra silvertongue #six of crows #kaz brekker

[lovebecomeshim]

I love those moments where peetas just doing his thing and you actually see katniss’ heart turning towards him without any effort on his part like she just stares with soft, surprised adoration and my guy has no clue it’s happening

#everlark #me too katniss #‘tough act to follow’ 🥺 #’we’d like to donate a month of our winnings’ 🥺 #thg #Peeta Mellark #is just Like That #Katniss Everdeen #is like 👀👏🏼🔥👌🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼😭😳

[love-has-a-way-ofgrowingbackward]

many book to movie adaptations would be infinitely better if they didnt shave the women bare and hesitate to show ugly people and scenes

#the fuck was up with hunger games #i was imagining truly dirt poor starving people and they gave us peasantcore tiktok #it would be fine if it wasnt like. THE central theme of hunger games. the starvation and the fascist politics. #remember that scene where they tried to clean katniss up and then deliberately rough her up again in a sexy tough way #and put light makeup on. that's what the entire franchise is like. #and remember the scene where some dying man takes her face in his hands and shes grateful shes not wearing makeup #because that would be fucking insulting. thats what the movies are like compared to the book

[untrust-it]

“if I lived in the world of the hunger games I would just train” did you miss the part where they’re all in the process of starving to death?

#mine #thg #the hunger games #like hello?????? #also districts one and two got you covered babes it’s okay #Katniss was the closest thing to an athlete anyone in d12 had ever #seen #like. I get it you’re a cool big tough guy who wouldn’t be oppressed skdjdjhshsnsnsn

[sanjarka]

writing the book vs movie katniss meta is hard because i keep thinking of new things to add and getting more and more angry in the process so it stops making sense and is basically just me screaming.

#honestly the way her character was done in the movies bothers me even more than peeta's #cause with him they obviously gave up completely #but with her it was like they were trying(i guess) and there was a focus on her but in all the wrong ways #it was all like look! she's tough and different she's not like the other girl protagonist we had #and she is different but not like that? #like you just put her in another box #you didn't change shit #she's interesting because she isn't forced to be just one thing #they didn't deserve her #im dying here #thg #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen: meta #ish #mine #mine: thg

[70first]

thinking...forever having thoughts about how much johanna's book characterization in cf doesn't really start down the bitchy/mean trail until the rebellion starts having an effect on how johanna survives the quell.

#she fixes katniss' necklace and lowkey makes friends and sure she's unhinged but who isn't! #it's not until blight is dead and they're in the middle of the games that she starts getting pissy at katniss #100% that's part of her strategy but like. her kind of weird tough 'not like the other girls' dialogue in the film was a little Odd

[bs-fangirl]

Can’t believe that poor Peeta survived two Hunger Games, months of torture, and a war on the Capitol…

Only to be forced into a night shift security guard job at a pizzeria to support Katniss and their two kids.

Times are tough in Panem.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #the hunger games #hunger games #josh hutcherson #josh hutchinson #peeta #security guard #Freddy #foxy #Bonnie #chica #stuff from me #FNAF movie #five nights at Freddy’s movie #katniss #mike schmidt

[seduzist]

HIII

a lil request … dominant!katniss/ bottom!reader hcs?

skip if ur uncomfortable🫶🏼🫶🏼

hii! hope you like it anon! 💘

⤷ katniss is very, very romantic and intimate in bed for as crazy as it seems. those moments w/ you is when she feel more comfortable and vulnerable to show her real self without having to look tough or anything, so she likes to use these times to show how much she loves and cares for you, since she’s not good w/ words and doesn’t know exactly how to demonstrate.

⤷ she’ll kiss all over your body, if you have scars - from the games or the war - she’ll make sure you don’t feel insecure about it, she haves her own scars and she couldn’t care less about that, in fact, she likes it, shows how much strong you both were.

⤷ she’s definitely very skilled with her hands, whatever if it’s for the experience with arrows or the traps for the animals she did at the florest, or maybe for all the nights she spent making love w/ you and learning every touch or spot that made your eyes roll back.

⤷ she liked the ambient to be filled w/ the sound of your heavy pants and moans, along with her heavy breath, but she loved to whisper things in your ear, making the atmosphere even more intense.

⤷ “you look so pretty underneath me like this.” “it’s okay, i got you, you’re doing so good.” “you’re perfect, so beautiful.”

⤷ if you want her to be rough at you, you would have to really want it, and tell her that it’s okay and that’s what you want for a long time before she fully accepts it, she been raised thinking that protecting someone of getting hurt was the best love gesture so it would be very uncomfortable for her to inflict any pain on you, even if you ask her to, at least in the beginning she’ll get very insecure about being too much.

⤷ she’ll almost never initiate it, besides her shyness, she’ll find it much better if you were the one to bring the idea up, being with direct words or with a longer kiss, it makes her sure that you really want her and isn’t just agreeing w/ whatever she asks you to.

⤷ also, you have to let her know you’re enjoying it!!! she prefers when you say so with words or insinuates this with your body, but if you go quiet for a moment or just flinch showing the slightest hint of pain she’ll immediately stop and ask you if everything’s fine.

⤷ being so careful w/ you while you have sex, this wouldn’t change on aftercare, she’ll made sure to give you everything you need afterwards, if you’re hungry she’ll cook you something, if you’re thirsty she’ll bring water, if you want to immediately sleep she’ll cover you in a blanket and if you just wanna cuddle and talk a little bit she’ll happily put your head on her chest and listen to you all night long. that’s probably her favorite.

#katniss everdeen x reader #the hunger games #katniss x you #katniss x reader #katniss everdeen smut #the hunger games katniss #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x you #x fem!reader #fem!reader #hunger games #maddy’s thoughts #katniss everdeen fanfiction

[everlarksquell]

katniss’s internal monologue really makes some tough moments of mockingjay a little funny. labeling castor and pollux as “the insects” because of their suits? her shock at the possibility of having haymitch talking to her 24/7? subconsciously describing peeta as “deranged” instead of hijacked and having to correct herself? i’ve said it before and i say it now, i strongly believe that with a little effort directing those thoughts in another direction she really could become a comedian.

#im trying to find something positive between all this trauma #might be stretching something but i really need a comedy relief #like genuinely #mockingjay #katniss #katniss everdeen #castor and pollux #haymitch abernathy #peeta mellark #the hunger games #thg #thg series #the hunger games series #katniss and peeta #hunger games

[targaryenluvs]

PARANOIA

pairing: dark!peeta mellark x fem!reader

summary: peeta tries to reintegrate into society in district 13 and get over his fear of you being taken from him. no one noticed just how badly the capitol messed him up until he lashes out.

warnings: guilt trip/manipulation, possessive, panick attacks and nightmares

a/n: my first ever dark peeta fic as well as fic in general! thank you to the anon and their request

the first time you laid eyes on peeta since the arena was horrifying. his sullen eyes, hollowed out cheekbones, nimble fingers, all of it made you sick. your boyfriend was a shell of his former self and was deathly afraid of his best friend katniss.

it seemed you were the only one able to calm him down.

almost every night of yours was spent curled up in bed together, stroking his hair, assuring him that he was far away from the capitol.

“peeta, i promise, no one’s going to hurt you. i’m right here, shh.” you cooed, your hands rubbing down his arms. “y/n?” you smiled at the recognition, “yeah sweetie. i’m right here i promise.” his heart slowed down and so did his breathing, your hands around him, hearing your heart in your chest. you were alive. here with him. no one had taken you, he wouldn’t let them.

it was tough of course, getting him back into the world.

he seemed to think that everything was a problem, out to get him, to get you.

at his first dinner with everyone he’d been keeping his cool. focusing on eating his food and you. but it seemed to be all to much especially when finnick odair sat right next to you, striking up conversation for majority of the night, leaving peeta to himself.

“do you ever stop talking?” peeta’s abrupt disruption of the conversation and uncommon tone of annoyance was more than enough to stop everyone in their tracks. finnick was stunned, not expecting peeta to speak that way, and so were you. “peeta? is something wrong?” you asked him, hand slowly placed on his before he withdrew his, standing up suddenly.

“no, everything’s fine. let’s go.” he dragged your arm along with him, unrelenting grip as he led the two of you back to your room. “peeta! what the hell?” his glossy eyes made you immediately frown, “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have yelled. i just…” you exhaled, unsure of how to approach the conversation.

“you’re acting so weird, i just want to make sure you’re okay. what happened out there?” you questioned, sitting next to him on your bed. “everyone was taking you away from me.” he murmured, playing with the hem of his shirt.

you smiled, “i was right next to you peeta, i wasn’t going away nor was anyone taking me. it was simple conversation. i’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable, rather than lashing out, talk. tell me what’s wrong okay?” he nodded, “are you mad?” you hugged him tightly, “never.” you’d been told how hard it would be for peeta, but you never expected it to be this bad.

it seemed almost everything rubbed him the wrong way.

whether it was who you sat with, talked to or even looked at. it all affected peeta. and you had no clue how to handle it. of course you loved him yet you felt suffocated. you barely saw your friends half the time, peeta seemed to be everywhere.

his shouts for you in his sleep, he couldn’t control that of course yet it seemed to drain all the energy out of you. every night, as if on cue, he’d call out for you and your personal space was kissed goodbye as you crawled into his bed to hug him. promises of safety and love directed his way.

you found relief in your showers.

you could be alone, with your own thoughts for once. no peeta. you felt guilty at times, being so miserable around your dear boyfriend who’d been through so much. but it seemed the others were slowly getting better, johanna could at least sit with other people. annie had finnick of course. but peeta seemed to be getting worse, clinging into you for dear life and simultaneously dragging you away from your friends.

but of course, he’d pushed himself into the picture. claiming he felt as if he was back in the capitol when showering alone. he needed you, you’d help wouldn’t you? what a bad girlfriend you are if you deny him. and so he chipped away at your personal space, your privacy, all infiltrated by peeta mellark.

you were with him 24/7.

and he’d never let you go.

#hunger games x reader #peeta mellark x you #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x fem!reader #peeta mellark x y/n #dark!peeta mellark x reader

[cxanthos]

I am forever reminded how Peeta and Lucy are mirrors of each other and in love with it.

Peeta "I just don't want them to change me in there, turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not." Mellark and Lucy Gray "There's a natural goodness built into us all. We can step across that line into evil, or not." Baird.

Both of them believe in people, in their ability to be good, to choose to be good specifically. Peeta states that he still wants to be him and the only way he'd not be good, to be a monster, is if the Capitol made him. Which they would. Lucy reinforces this sentiment by saying that it's a choice to cross that line into evil. They both ultimately believe in the power of people choosing to do the right things. They both knew how powerful that is.

Snow didn't get a chance to try to rip Lucy's goodness away from her but he did with Peeta. He saw Lucy in Peeta- I know it.

His words to Katniss "It's the things we love the most that destroy us."  mean more than just a foreshadowing of what he did to Peeta. While Lucy and Peeta believe in the goodness of people, Snow only sees how destructive they can be without order. How animal-like they are. He didn't give Lucy a chance to 'destroy him' because Snow never fully believed in the power of love and goodness. After Lucy had told him about her belief in the goodness of people, his direct response was pointing out that sometimes 'there's just tough choices.'

Anyways I could talk and dissect so much from that little section in Tbosbas and I probably will at some point. I just know though that Peeta's torture was personal for Snow in more ways than one.

#Obsessed with the Peeta and Lucy parallels #Snow not being able to erase the goodness in Peeta was Lucy's ultimate revenge #i said what i said #peeta mellark #lucy gray baird #coriolanus x lucy gray #coriolanus snow #tbosas #tbosbas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #the hunger games

[faetreides]

RASPBERRY - CORIOLANUS SNOW

summary: the apparent end of an era

cw: implication of infant death, canon typical violence and canon major character death (if that’s how you read it), unnecessary oc children (mention of pregnancy), reader’s in lucy grays place (chosen to be in the games and etc. not as a substitute for coryo) but if she went back to capitol with him, old man snow loses his marbles, open to interpretation ending, canon typical district citizens slander (and katniss slander but it’s snow’s pov), og timeline reader in this story died in between thg and catching fire, treating this as dark content due to vagueness regarding how willing the reader is

wc: 1.3k

requests are open (read the rules first <3)

block & move on if uncomfortable

do not repost or translate!!

“Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me.”

- Work Song // Hozier

Caecilia Snow can hardly stomach what she is about to witness. Her oldest sister, Iovita, stands stoned faced behind her. One of her svelte hands clasped around her left shoulder. A mask, she’s sure. Vita always did have troubles with expressing her emotions. The middle sister, Agrippina, is a complicated mix of both. Her hand is warmer on Caecilia’s right shoulder, but the blisters make it uncomfortable. Cato, the steadfast and tough oldest son, does not look at all. One can only wonder how he felt about that tribute from two, poor souls. Little Ignacius (she will always see him as such even though he's grown a head taller than her) brow is furrowed so terribly, she fears it might get stuck.

And strange Silvanus, the second son, he isn’t even on the balcony with his beloved siblings. Perhaps he is lost in his thoughts again. He wonders now if when his father smells the wood of the gallows, he thinks of a forest out in twelve that he haunted decades ago. The handkercheif he uses to hastily wipe his tears before he can gather the courage to join his family possess drops of blood every time he pulls it away. From his nose or drug up from his lungs, who can say? The wall outside the library his father had made especially for their mother on their wedding anniversary takes several blows from his aching clenched fist. So much blood, like father like son. Silvanus feels comforted by the persistent thought.

Ignacius eyes his brother with open concern as he saunters into view beside him. He barely manages to hide his wobble and his rush to stuff a stained cloth into his pocket does nothing to ease Ignacius’s worries. Silvanus has been one of the more sensitive ones in their parade, though that has never meant that he has not fought for his family. It is because of that that when Silvanus relents to the beseeching stare of his younger brother, Ignacius nods with utmost determination. The second son softens minutely and eventually returns it.

“Snow lands on top.” Six voices whisper in chorus.

Somewhere in an alabaster mausoleum, resides an ornate urn containing what would have been a seventh voice.

At the end of it all, President Coriolanus Snow smiles and he laughs with his entire chest like you’ve told him your funniest joke. Blood pours from his mouth like hot wax. His forked tongue doggy paddles in the little sea of crimson. A weathered hand with hard to spot cracks in the skin and light purple spots clasps itself firmly around the rose pinned to his suit. The wind seems to circle around Coriolanus Snow and he heaves a hearty chuckle when it ruffles through his hair. You’re with him even now as the foundations of your dynasty crumble and scatter over a stormy cliffside. A most welcomed and yearned for torment. His dearest specter.

Finally.

It seems even a Mockingjay’s tiny brain can manage.

It brings to mind the memory of another unfortunate like her. An Angel of Death from 11, tall and hunkered over. A flag being ripped from its rightful place and being pulled over rotting corpses. They were laid so closely together, they might as well have been a pack of sardines. There was ample meaning in his rustic burial, and there were snakes that suffocated it in their multicolored den. A precious rainbow after a great flood.

He’s not the only boy she reminds him of, but he’s unable to recall the second one’s name. A ghost that hovers on the edge of his mind.

Nevermind how useless her brief moment of assumed triumph will be. The games may be locked in a box in the minds of Panem and shoved away so they can be blissfully ignorant, but there will always be those in favor of them. What they represent will remain just as their purpose will prove itself once again when the people are governed by the rabid cannibals that ate them. Dogs can’t be trusted to be left to their own devices and off their leashes. Such deranged creatures were far better suited for being submerged in the violence of their own making.

Panem today. Panem tomorrow. Panem forever.

The soft dulcet tones of silenced voices ring out, something he once knew about a man who murdered three. The white fog fades away and Coriolanus wakes with a muffled shout to find himself in a raggedy bunk in an all too familiar building. his hands tremble but they look no different. with a disbelieving laugh he realizes that nothing has changed yet, that he has been rewarded for decades of dedication and devotion to Panem. That his herculean task others once thought of as sisyphean had been irrevocably realized.

3 daughters, 3 sons. Countless grandchildren. A legacy that will no doubt be remembered no matter the connotations associated with it.

Coryo’s heart is thundering like it did back then on that fateful day, and it does not slow by the time he’s shoved his things into a sack and hidden in the back of a truck. He could sway from the dizziness of deja vu. The truck soon comes to a stop and he clamors out of it, jumping out and racing however many yards he has to until he can spot his heart doing a terrible job of hiding behind a pillar. Anyone with a working set of eyes could discern the scarlet edges of your skirt swishing from side to side. They would have an unchallenging time seeing you suppress the urge to pick at the skin around your nails.

For the first time in over a year, Coriolanus Snow is utterly consumed by the urge to burst into tears. His beautiful beautiful dryad. The blood red dress he had ran himself ragged to buy clung to you like a lover as you twirled around nervously looking for him. Never in his life had a decision been so easy, so with a grateful chuckle and an embarrassingly giddy grin he bounds over to you. The light splintered through the trees nearby, the way it raked through your eyes and made them sparkle brought him fantastic grief. To him, they have never once lost that illustrious shine.

“I thought you’d never show up, Coryo. I was startin’ to worry a bit.”

Your hand feels like a delicious brand when it slips into his, impossibly soft and his cock throbs in his pants at the countless memories it elicits. In an apparent recreation of Pygmalion gazing upon the stone turned flesh form of Galatea, his love spills from him like a reopened wound. his Aphrodite on earth, his goddess with a never-ending number of rose petals in her hair.

“Not even a bullet in my back could keep me from you, dove.”

A garter snake slithers by between the two of you and before you can notice, Coryo swiftly crushes its head under the heel of his boot. The forest is blessedly silent. His world is kept from cleaving in two by the invisible string you’ve looped around his neck.

The putrid smell of the woods around you forces you to attempt to hide yourself gagging behind your hand. His lips twitch but he suppresses the urge to smile in that smug but infuriatingly hot way he knows you secretly love.

You’d better make quick work of getting over the mountains, you’re pregnant after all.

a/n: I’m sick and on bed rest (the cold is kicking my immune system’s ass) so wip progress has stopped but I had this in the drafts. call me Suzanne Collins because I tried with the naming symbolism. Please reblog if you liked it and yell at me about him if you want <3

#dividers by pommecita cafekitsune and firefly-graphics #this is more experimental but #coriolanus snow x reader #dark fic #⚰️.deaddove #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #tbosas #coriolanus snow x you #snow x reader #snow x you #x reader #x you #tw dark content

[queuestarter]

diluted

(johanna mason x reader)

cw: panic attacks, crying, mentions of torture

link to the request → reader helping johanna overcome her fear of water

You eye Johanna critically from across the room. It’s been weeks since she’s been rescued from the Capitol and she’s been completely ignoring you since then. Every time you ask her if she’s okay or if you can do anything for her, she brushes you off.

You understand that she’s been through a lot, but as her girlfriend, her indifference upset you. In an effort to keep yourself busy, you spend most of your time with Beetee in the weapons room, helping to design defensive strategies. Ever since you banned Gale from helping, things have been better on that front.

“Stop looking at me like I’m going to collapse at any moment.” Johanna calls out to you. She’s playing with the sheets on her bed, not even looking in your direction.

You sigh. “I just want you to be okay, Jo. I worry about you.”

She sneers down at her sheets. “Worry about me when Snow’s dead.”

So you do. After Katniss kills President Coin, Snow dies, and the underground community of District 13 falls apart, you move to District 7 and begin to worry about Johanna like it’s a full time job.

It starts with weaning her off of her morphling supply. You two live in the middle of the woods, so there’s no easy access to the drug, nor do you want Johanna using it to cope anymore. It takes her weeks to get back to her healthy self, which brings you great relief.

The other issue that you quickly learn about is Johanna’s newfound fear of water. You quickly piece together that when she was held captive by the Capitol, they used water as a form of torture for her. She doesn’t like talking about it, but you can see the truth in the way her face scrunches up in fear whenever she’s confronted with water. 

It breaks your heart.

You decide to take matters into your own hands once again. You helped her with her morphling withdrawals, you think, how much harder can it be to help her overcome her fear of water?

“Come on, Jo,” you plead with her. “I want to go down to the lake.”

You don’t really want to go to the lake- swimming in freshwater scares you a little bit- but you figure this is a good step one.

Johanna eyes you with a look of disdain on her face. “I don’t want to go. I’m sure there’s a hundred other people in District 7 that would love to join you.”

You grab her hand and kiss her palm. “But there’s no one else in this district that I love like I love you.” You know as soon as you say the words that you’ve sufficiently sweet talked her.

Johanna likes to pretend that she’s tough, but she’s really a giant softy.

Once you actually make it down to the lake, three hours later, Johanna grips your hand with all of her strength, it seems. You take it in stride, though, and hold on just as tight.

“It looks beautiful,” you comment, staring at the water. “Reminds me of you.”

It really does. The way the trees cast a shade upon the surface perfectly complements the highlights from the sun. Just like Johanna, there’s darkness and light.

Johanna rolls her eyes and sets your belongings down on the grass. “Go on, have your fun. I’ll be over here.”

You pout. “Oh. I wanted you to join me.”

The pained look that you’re now so familiar with makes its return. “You know that I don’t want to.”

You instantly melt, wrapping your arms around her. She clings back to you just as tight. “You don’t have to, my love. I just want you to be able to let go of what they did to you. I want you to reclaim it.”

Johanna pulls back and looks into your eyes. “Yeah. You’re right.” And with renewed vigor, Johanna grabs your hand and pulls you to the lake, kicking off her shoes along the way. When she gets to the water’s edge, she stops suddenly.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, letting your own toes dip into the water.

“I don’t know if I can do it,” she says in a soft tone. “I don’t think I can reclaim it.”

You frown, standing in front of her. “Jo, if you don’t want to go in you absolutely don’t have to. It was just a stupid idea.”

Now it’s her turn to frown. “It’s not stupid, you were just trying to help me.” With that, she dips her toes in the lake.

Your jaw drops. You were not expecting her to go in the water that easily. “Baby, you did it!” 

Johanna closes her eyes. “Can we eat lunch now?”

You grin. “Of course.”

After that day, you don’t force her to deal with water so boldly for another few weeks. The next time you bring up the exposure therapy is during a rainstorm that has your girlfriend curled up on the couch holding her ears.

“How about,” you say, rubbing her back. “After this has all cleared up, we do something fun.”

“Like what?” Her voice is muffled by a pillow.

“We can jump in the puddles outside.”

Johanna tenses, more than she already was. “And how is that supposed to be fun?”

You lean down and kiss her nose. “I always used to do that when I was a kid. I liked it. And I feel like it’ll help with what we’ve been working on. You’re scared of this rain, but we’ll have fun playing in the puddles it provides afterwards.”

Johanna looks at you, trust in her eyes. “Okay.”

So that’s what you do.

After the rain ends, it barely takes any coaxing to get Johanna out of the house and bounding into puddles. Once she sees you do it, giggles leaving your lips with each jump, she joins in.

“This isn’t so bad,” she admits, wiping some mud that splashed up on her off of her arms. “It’s kind of nice.”

You nod, grabbing both of her hands. “It is what you make it, baby.”

That’s what you repeat to her when it’s time to get in the shower upon your return home. “It is what you make it, baby. You need to clean off.”

Johanna shakes her head. “I can’t. This is too much.” It breaks your heart to see tears flowing freely from her eyes.

“I’ll be there with you the entire time. Holding you, kissing you. This is just going to be another good memory,” you try to convince her.

Without wasting another moment, you strip out of your filthy clothes and throw them in the hamper. You then turn on the shower, heart panging at the sound of another one of Johanna’s sobs.

You turn back to your girlfriend, helping her strip as well. You pepper kisses all over her cheeks and lips, hands running over her back. “Let’s wash off, baby. It’ll be quick.”

You step into the shower, just standing under the stream. You think that maybe if she sees that you’re okay under the flow of water, she will be too.

That hope doesn’t last long- Johanna just stands and watches you with tears in her eyes, hands twisting together.

“Come on,” you plead. “You can’t stay covered in mud forever. And I’m lonely in here. I need you with me, always.”

That seems to do it. Johanna takes a step forward, then another, and then eventually she collapses in your arms, sobs wracking her body.

“That’s my girl,” you say, petting her hair. “I’ve never been so proud of you in my life.” You continue to repeat positive affirmations to her, holding her close to you.

After a few minutes, Johanna is calm enough to agree to you washing her body. You take your time, scrubbing her from top to bottom. She even jokes around with you towards the end while you quickly wash yourself off.

Hours later, wrapped up in your matching robes on your bed, she thanks you. “I never would have done that without you. Thank you, baby.” It’s so uncharacteristic for her to say, even more so when she tucks her head in your neck.

You love that she feels safe enough with you to be soft.

“There’s no need to thank me. I just want you to be the happiest you can be. This is the start of the rest of our life, baby. I don’t want the past to hold us back.”

She nods, kissing your collarbone. A few moments later, she’s asleep. 

You fall asleep shortly after her, a smile on your face.

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#johanna mason #johanna request #johanna mason x reader #johanna mason x you #johanna imagine #johanna mason x y/n #johanna x reader #hunger games #thg johanna #lane's writing

[sublimecatgalaxy]

would you write something for johanna (thg) x fem!reader where the others (like peeta, katniss, finnick etc.) always see the tough sarcastic sides to her, but then they see her around her gf (reader) whos really soft and gentle like opposites of her and they see that shes johannas soft spot? sorry for the terrible english!

Bestie I love this, let's imagine together that district 13 is fine and not run by a crazy bitch alright? LMAO I love writing non-canon for the hunger games people cuz they can all be together and happy :)

When Johanna and the others were rescued from the capital and we were all reunited, people noticed a difference in her compared to how she was before. She was still herself, witty, with dark humor, beautiful even without her long, silky hair. But there was a new side to her that most people, other than Finnick, never saw.

That's the side that she showed when she's with me.

We met nearly a month after her first games. She was on her victory tour and I was a painter in District two and she would say that I caught her eye from the crowd, so much that she had to find me and ask for my name and an address that she could write to me.

No one would really imagine her as a romantic but damn the girl was good and she swept me off my feet in only a few months. She wrote to me, sure, her last letter coming in right before the quarter quell. When we found out that she would be reaped again and brought back into the place that brought her so much torment- neither of us could comprehend it.

I thought I was never going to see her again.

That was until she had a friend of hers, a peace keeper in my district, sneak me out of my district and into thte capital where I could see her and I did. We spent the night together and that's when she told me about the plan to get Katniss and the others out of the arena. She also informed me of the greatest secret that they were all keeping- Discrict 13 was alive and well and ready to accommodate the pressure and stress of a full revolution.

When I found out that she was taken by the capital, my whole world fell apart. It was probably the only thing that Katniss and I were able to bond over, the fact that our lovers were in the clutches of President Snow and being used as propoganda. It was horrible.

So when it was agreed upon that they would be rescued, I jumped at the opportunity to go with Gale and help them in the process of getting them out of the capital, no matter what it took.

When we finally reunited in the jet, it was like the whole world stopped. As if every piece of me that was missing was finally back in it's right spot, like a missing puzzle piece she was finally back in my arms.

"It's kind of cute that they could do this." Johanna whispers in my ear, watching Finnick and Annie dance around in circles in the middle of a huge, loving crowd. I turn to her with a fond smile and nod, leaning into her the slightest bit as Katniss approaches us with a sarcastic smile on her lips, as always.

"You two look couple-y." She chuckles and I smile, clutching onto Johanna's hand that rests on my thigh and I feel her tense up as if she's taking it personally.

"That's what happens when you're a couple, genius." She snaps with a sarcastic tone and I huff, giving her a gentle bump with my shoulder and she mutters a quiet 'sorry' under her breath.

"I'm just saying, after everything we've been through, it's nice to see you actually act like a nice person." There's a pause for a moment, as if the two of them are finally understanding each other and instead of passive aggression, Johanna responds differently, taking even me off guard.

"Yeah well she brings it out in me like Peeta does with you." My heart warms for a moment as she sends me a small smile, her cheeks blushed in a deep red and her chin dips downward to conceal it.

"That's really sweet actually." Katniss sits beside me with a huff, motioning to the crowds of people in front of us that are cheerfully dancing and singing around the happy couple. "You guys don't dance?"

"I do, she doesn't." I jut my thumb in Johanna's direction but she just laughs and turns to me with an unconvinced look.

"You could convince me but you haven't asked."

"Please dance with me." I nearly immediately beg, standing up out of my chair so I can grab her hands and tug her towards the dancefloor, wanting nothing more than for people to see her happy and loved, especially Finnich given how much he worries for Johanna.

"Yes, ma'am." She sighs and turns to throw a wink at Katniss who just laughs and claps her hands at us.

"Wow, you're whipped."

"Pipe down, Everdeen."

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[yourhighness6]

Everyone talks about how Katniss was the first person to care so much about Peeta that she actually chose him, over and over again, and this is obviously true, but no one talks about how Katniss was always Peeta's first priority in a way so genuine it just never compared to the way she'd received affection after her father died. Her mother was so deep in depression after her husband died she couldn't get out of bed for months, effectively leaving Prim and Katniss to starve, and whatever you think about Mama Everlark, she made it seem like Katniss wasn't a priority. Katniss talks about how Prim favors their mother, how Prim is so like their mother in looks and with her talent for healing, and she was so young, too young to really prioritize Katniss in any way. Gale was the first person Katniss could laugh with and truly be herself with, but they were always at odds and always fighting and they both had their families to protect, and when they were really good friends she hated the idea of relying on anyone; everything in their relationship had to be a trade because of circumstance, and they both (understandably) prioritized their families over each other. Haymitch chooses to protect Katniss in the first games and seemingly agrees to protect Peeta for her in the second, but his is tough love and he's so haunted by demons and he manipulates her, even if it is for her own good. But Peeta wants to remain himself, and keep her alive. He chooses to save her and Haymitch in the second games. And he comes back after the rebellion. He chooses to build a life with her. Because they need each other.

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