#howispellit

[ongreenergrasses]

Morning Light for the May prompts 💚

Johanna pauses. Her finger stops moving on Finnick’s back, where she’s been tracing the freckles cascading down over his shoulders.

Johanna pokes him as he pushes himself up to his elbows. “I think I get it,” she says.

“Get what?”

“I kind of get why everyone’s obsessed with you.”

Finnick cranes his neck just enough to stare at her.

“You’re glowing,” Johanna points out, and it’s true. In the morning light spilling through the huge windows, reflecting off the tangle of sheets they’d bothered to set up on the couch, he is. His skin glows. His hair looks like it’s on fire.

Finnick flops back down onto his stomach with a grumble. Johanna goes back to tracing his freckles.

“Still hurts?” she asks, and Finnick nods, smashing his face further into the couch cushions.

Johanna leans over and grabs the tin of salve off the coffee table. As the bare skin of her torso brushes his, he makes a strangled whine.

“Shhh,” Johanna says, poking him in the shoulder again. He shifts enough to kick her. “This’ll help.”

It’s so stupid coming out of her mouth that she winces. Finnick kicks her again.

“Cut that out,” she says, kicking him back, and starts rubbing the salve into the welts on his back. She doesn’t need to feel the tension there to know how uncomfortable he is.

Johanna’s shit at comforting people. She always has been. She’s also kind of an idiot, sometimes.

“I take it back,” Johanna says, bending down close enough that her lips brush his shoulder, next to his ear. “You’re not all that. Even you can’t turn me straight.”

Finnick bursts out laughing, and Johanna feels him finally relax under her fingertips.

[theawkwardterrier]

howispellit replied to your post: I feel like I left my soul in bed today.

I feel that. Currently I’m on my third cup of coffee

I hope our souls are having a good time chilling without us.

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“You think I don’t see you?” Eric grabs the silverware off the drying rack, piece by piece, clattering it against the metal to drown them out even more. “You think Pilar doesn’t see you? And Robin? After all she’s done? You think we didn’t try?”

Annie swallows.

“Here’s how it is. He chased us off. He drove us out, one by one. The only person you were gonna have was him. And you best believe he knew what was gonna happen. He could’ve set everything up, let you go easy and told you ahead of time, got you taken care of, made things cushy and got us all in the loop, but he left you out here with no words about it. Had you watch it on TV, and left you to fend for yourself.”

“I can fend for myself,” Annie says stiffly.

“Course you can,” Eric says. “The point of having someone is you shouldn’t have to.”

The lump in Annie’s throat is choking her.

She hears Eric sigh. “Told Mariela I wouldn’t do this,” he says. “She said not to speak ill, that you were hurting enough. But that man’s no good, Annie.”

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[ongreenergrasses]

3 for Ship Development Ask Game

3. What do they like about one another? Include both physical and personality traits, anything they like.

loooove this question ok let’s see. I think that we actually get basically zero (0) info canonically about why they like each other because of what point we encounter them at in their relationship which has always been super intriguing and fun to me

I think Annie likes him because Finnick doesn’t see her as “the mad girl”. this is something that nobody else in canon affords her. while he is extremely overprotective of her and is her caretaker, it’s clear that she’s a lot more than that to him. I’ll be interested to finish this mj reread, but I have a sneaking suspicion that while he comments on protecting her, he never actually says anything specifically about her mental health to Katniss, which I find really interesting and telling about how he defines her.

but I think she really likes that about him. I think she also likes his sense of humor and his overall attitude, I think she admires him a lot for his perseverance and strength and bravery. I think she also sees him as very intelligent, which a lot of people don’t, and is very careful not to reduce him to his looks (which to her are like. she’s like eh, whatever. she doesn’t find him that attractive at first imo). I think she also really likes how caring and considerate he is.

Finnick is obsessed with her. like, clearly he’s obsessed with her. I think he puts her on a pedestal (it’s one way we could get to how he sees her in canon and ends up being overprotectively dehumanizing towards her) and to him she is the smartest and strongest and coolest and most beautiful woman in the entire world. he thinks she is fully wonderful and sees no flaws. in terms of his favorite things about her, I think he really admires her adaptability and intelligence, and finds how she navigates her mental health to be really impressive. I also think he’s very attracted to her and kind of doesn’t know what to do with that (at least at first. they figure it out).

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[ongreenergrasses]

🧭 For Annie and Finnick

where would they go if they could disappear tomorrow?

very much depends on the timeline of this question and when it’s asked but uh. Finnick would die. he would happily die. there is not a moment in the narrative that if he could disappear he would not choose death except for mayyyybe that brief shining moment when they’re reunited. that man is too suicidal. but if he had to pick a place I think he’d pick the house Annie built that they share, it’s basically the singular place he feels some semblance of safe.

if Annie could disappear and go anywhere I think that she would go to this sandbar they often went to together that features prominently in the behemoth and some unposted vault fics, it has a cove to swim in and there’s a tree that breaks up the transmission from the ubiquitous bug in the skiff and also protects their backs. she really likes it there

headcanon questions

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I kind of love all of the "Prompts to shake things up" for you and I'm restraining myself from asking for all of them. But how about **rolls dice** 12?

12. oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and I heard you- nevermind,

I knew this was going to be a giant fill as soon as you sent it. so!

nevermind

Annie sings when she's happy. Then, she stops.

[ongreenergrasses]

Odesta + O

O. The stars or space.

She can’t help it.

Annie can’t help anything. She can’t do anything, she can’t control it. She can’t do it. She doesn’t know anything anymore.

(She knows three things. She knows how angry she is. She knows that won’t go away. She knows fear. She hopes, someday, the fear will go away. She doesn’t know.

She knows how much she loves him.)

She doesn’t know how long she’s been crying. She doesn’t know how long they’ve been sitting there, on the floor of the shower, water pounding down around them, soaking all their clothes through. She doesn’t know when she’ll feel able to leave.

She hates Thirteen.

Her ears feel like they pop. She can hear Finnick, now. He’s got his arms around her, and she can hear the tremor in his voice as he talks about his day.

She’s not supposed to be too much for him.

Annie shifts a little, curls into him. Presses her face into his soaked shirt.

“Do you want to tell me?” he asks.

“I miss the stars,” Annie says. She chokes on a sob, swallows it down. “I want to see them. I want to go outside.”

Finnick’s arms tighten around her.

She’s crying again. It’s not pretty, the way she cries. It’s gulping sobs. It’s so much. It’s all she does, now.

“I went outside at night,” he says. “Here.”

Her breath catches in her throat.

“They…” He swallows. “They turned on lights, but before they did, I looked up. There were so many stars, I’ve never seen them like that. Not even out on the water.”

Annie tries to take a deep breath, again. She can’t.

“Can you -” Her voice cracks. She tries to breathe, tries again. “Can you tell me about them?”

Finnick strokes over her hair, just for an instant. She turns her head and kisses the side of his hand.

“Yeah,” he says. “I can tell you about them.”

He does.

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the gf and I have a date to the symphony on Saturday! I’m in a pretty small city so who knows what caliber the symphony will be but the piece they’re playing (not sharing publically bc doxxable) is so good that it’s like. everyone cries listening to it. so I will probably cry. also premiering my new high heels and blazer for the occasion, both were 3 euros lol

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