Daybreak

daybreak

(johanna mason x reader)

cw: none- just two girls in love

link to the request → grumpy x sunshine during training for the quarter quell

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You watch from across the room as Johanna strips off her training uniform and begins to rub oil all over herself. You shake your head in amusement and refocus on the conversion you’re having with your district mate and close friend, Beetee.

“I wonder what the reason they put the forcefield up this year is,” he comments offhandedly while observing a piece of wood as he attempts to figure out how to start a fire. You sit opposite him, not having much luck either.

You didn’t win your first games by fighting or learning survival skills. You won by appealing to the audience.

“Maybe someone attacked them. Or maybe one of the Gamemakers fell over the balcony,” you giggle, throwing down your two sticks as Katniss walks over to you.

You’ve never met her, but of course you know all about her. Who doesn’t at this point?

“Hello,” you friendlily greet her. She stands over you and Beetee awkwardly. “Do you know how to make a fire with two sticks? We’re awful at it.”

She sits down at the station with you. “Yeah, but I haven’t done it in a while. Let me see…” she grabs some sticks and begins to rub them together.

For the next ten minutes that you three spend at the station, a friendly rapport grows. You talk about many things, like the forcefield, productivity in your districts, and a few other topics. Eventually, she starts asking if you’re going to join any alliances.

“I think so,” you say hopefully. “I know me and Beetee are going to stick together. Johanna, too.” 

“Johanna?” Katniss asks, raising her eyebrows.

You smile, finding your girl across the room. She’s arguing about something with Finnick, shoving his shoulder and getting shoved back in response. 

“Yeah, she’s great. She’s just really, really great.” You can feel a blush growing on your cheeks which you hide behind your hands.

“I didn’t feel that way when I met her.” You furrow your eyebrows at Katniss.

“Oh. While I’m going to go see if I can try to make a lure with Mags. Beetee, want to join?” You want to be nice considering she doesn’t know about your relationship with Johanna and your girlfriend does come off as rude sometimes.

“Oh, yes. That could be very helpful,” he comments, getting up from his seat. “Thank you for helping us, Katniss. Maybe we would keep up that trend in the arena?”

Katniss nods, getting up as well. “I should see what Peeta is doing.”

You don’t talk to Katniss again until the next day of training. 

You’re sparring with one of the trainers, having decided that it might actually be important this time around to work on your physical skills rather than just relying on your brains and public appeal. 

When you finish the spar and are bent over trying to catch your breath, you feel a hand cup your ass. You let out a gasp of surprise.

“Johanna!” You shriek as you return to an upright position. Ignoring the shocked gazes of the people around you, you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her in for a quick kiss. “You can’t just scare me like that when I have a deadly weapon in my hands!”

She looks beautiful with her signature smirk on her face. “I just wanted to let you know how good you were doing. And let everyone know that you’re mine.”

You giggle uncontrollably, holding onto her for a few more seconds. With one final kiss to her smiling lips that end up more on her teeth than anything, you back away from the sparring station to allow other people to enter, namely Finnick and Katniss. Katniss has a look of disbelief on her face.

You say a quick ‘hello’ to them before Beetee is calling your name from across the room. “Can you identify the metal that comprises this beam? It seems to be steel but the density is all wrong.”

As you walk across the room to help out Beetee, you can hear Johanna talk to the two others, none of them being too quiet. 

“What a woman,” she says, causing you to smile once more.

“You two are…? Her?” Katniss practically hisses.

“Why not?” Finnick teases. “Johanna needs something good in her life.”

“Shut up!” You turn your eyes back towards your girlfriend just in time to see her try to knock Finnick over. 

This is what it means to be in love

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Hi! I absolutely loved the Imbrued story. Would you be maybe open to continuing it? Do more parts? Sending lovexxx

hi love!

i dont think ill be continuing it, but if you have any other ideas lmk!

finnick odair x reader have a shotgun wedding after reader tells him shes pregnant (i absolutely got this idea from ep 2 of daisy jones & the six)

i haven't watched djats yet (ik thats crazy i promise its on my list)

that being said, i think this is so cute and im going to get started on it right away!

EDIT: here's the link!

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(johanna mason x reader)

cw: none

link to the request → reader helping johanna dye her hair

open to submissions/asks !!

You look across the dinner table at Johanna. You’re both eating the same thing but something about how she brings her fork up to her mouth is very endearing to you.

“Stop watching me eat, weirdo,” she smiles at you, no heat behind her words. You smile back before taking a bite of your own dinner.

“You know,” she says, putting her fork down on her plate. “I was thinking I should dye my hair again now that it’s grown out.”

Your smile only grows. It’s been over a year since Snow died, since you moved out of the underground of District 13 and made a home in District 4 with Johanna. She wanted to stay close to Annie and her son and you would do anything for your girlfriend so you followed without complaint.

“I think you should do it. Red again?”

She nods, tilting her head. “Maybe you should do it for me. Some girlfriend bonding time for the two of us.”

You raise your eyebrows. “I don’t think I would be too good at dying hair. I can help you look for someone to do it for you, though.” You don’t want to mess it up and make her hate it.

“No,” Johanna insists. “I want you to do it.”

You bite your lip. Ultimately, you put your nerves aside and say, “fine. But if it goes wrong you absolutely can’t blame me for it.”

Apparently, the thought of dying her hair was something that has been on her mind for a while, because she squeals with excitement and runs out of the room. You stand up to follow her, but before you even make it out of the dining room, she’s back with a paper bag in her hand.

“I’ve already got everything we need. It’ll be perfect,” she grabs you by the hand and drags you to the master bathroom, both of you giggling excitedly on the way.

She unpacks the bag on the sink’s countertop, revealing red dye, gloves, a mixing bowl, and a brush. “This is it?” You ask, observing the materials.

“Should be,” she shrugs. “I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.”

“Huh. Okay,” you sigh before picking up the bottle of hair dye and reading the instructions, which doesn’t prove to be too helpful. 

Carefully, you put on the gloves and pour some of the dye into the little mixing bowl. You pause, before asking Johanna, “how much of your hair do you want to dye?”

“All of it,” she says offhandedly, playing with the hair tie that you left out this morning. “I just want something new.”

You nod, sticking your tongue out in concentration. “Okay, then I’m not even going to bother with the brush, to be honest. I’m just gonna slather it all on.”

“Slather,” Johanna teases. “Real professional.”

“I’m not a professional! If you wanted someone who knew what they were doing, you shouldn't have asked me.”

“Calm down, baby, it’ll be fine,” she puckers her lips and you oblige her with a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” you say offhandedly before scooping up a glob of the red dye and putting it on her hair. You work it through the ends before going up to her roots. You don’t know what you’re doing, but it seems right. It doesn’t take long before her entire head is covered in the red dye, some of it ending up on her forehead and her shirt. 

“Maybe we should have done something to prevent this,” you say, gesturing to the red mess all over the place.

Johanna shrugs, turning away from the mirror to face you. She kisses you, wrapping her arms around your neck. You reciprocate, moaning into her lips. After a few minutes, you pull away, leaving one last peck on her lips. “How long does the dye need to stay on?”

Johanna shrugs. “Like another half an hour?”

“You know what we can do in that time?” You smirk, eyes searching Johanna’s.

Your girlfriend smirks back at you. “What?”

“Kiss some more.”

Johanna’s smirk melts into a full blown grin and she practically attacks you in an effort to get to your lips again.

The next half an hour passes quickly between kisses and whispered words. When the hair dye gets rinsed off and her hair gets styled, both of you look at it in disbelief. 

“It looks… bad,” you say slowly. You slap a hand over your mouth when a giggle almost leaves your lips. You shouldn’t be laughing at your girlfriend's botched hair but you can’t help it.

It’s not terrible, the color stuck and is a beautiful deep shade of red. The issue is the fact that there are several sections of hair that the dye apparently never touched in the first place.

“No, I like it,” Johanna says unconvincingly. “It’s unique.”

You two look at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you laugh, tears welling in your eyes. “I’ll find a hairstylist, even if we have to go to a different district.”

Johanna leans into your side. “No, I want it to stay like this. It’ll remind me of you.”

You coo loudly at her. “When did you become such a sap? Love you, baby.”

She shuts you up with another kiss. “Love you too.”

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