#poke anni

[rascal-rose]

fun fact I doodled this last night not realizing today would be friday the 13th lol

#antonblast #dynamite anton #dynamite annie #got this idea from a suggestion of a freddy and jason costumes for peppiblast (which I'll do later) #the image of anton's stupid big beard clearly poking out of the mask was funny to me #drawing #digital mess

[sailorspica]

to Me mr leonhart is some kind of SEAsian and everything we learn from eldians in marley about the rest of the world and notions of race and purity is infinitely more interesting than mikasa being related to the shogun (ew); the split second at eren's hearing after trost where they point to mikasa and say "is she even human" is the realest her identity ever gets imo, i do not give a fuck about the azumabitos

mr leonhart and udo's family are damned by eldian blood, but also too distant from the fritz family (mixed) to have had any chance of hiding on paradis a century ago. karina braun has the right idea about selection and abandonment, but her blond ass does Not have it worse than the conditions udo alludes to. if eldia and marley were "white" empires, probably more like rome and britain or tbh britain and spain in terms of rivalry, udo and mr leonhart are doubly Other wherever they are

i imagine RBA being surprised when they met mikasa, idk how known her mother's family/the walldian noble families would be to marley or if that would be relevant to their mission, but i wonder if mikasa reminds annie of her dad sometimes

#im really annieposting rn #also at what point did mikasa's mom stick and poke tat her child show me that fanart #mr. leonhart #aot meta #♃ #aottxt #♃polisci #annie leonhart #mikasa ackerman

[magic-is-something-we-create]

i am incredibly tired and about to go to bed but before i do ive had one thought on my mind for hours about TMS

and its that uh. ember's character design has changed drastically with literally every book

like. start of firebreathers, they were by no means emotionally unscarred or anything, but the biggest thing was that they wore their dad's old buttons from his service coat into their cloak that annie has patched up again and again and again, and had perpetual bags under their eyes bc stress and nightmares all the time

start of echoseers. they've got a huge jagged scar down one side of their face. the buttons on their cloak are gone and it hasnt been patched over yet. theyve got subtle burn blister scars all over them. in mirrors their blood lights up like candlelight inside a paper lantern.

start of goddess-touched. one of their ears has been partially severed, and theyve got a scar in their scalp from the same thing that took that part of their ear. new scars pockmark their torso where fuckoff big splinters shot into them. their hair has grown out several inches since the start of their journey, and some of it has turned grey even though it's been less than two months since their twenty first birthday.

i dont know how much their design is going to change for book 4 but. man. i really put them through more than just the emotional ringer huh

#braindumps.txt #theyre not the only one whose design has changed like this dw #gab has some wild scars too. some of them look like freckles but Theyre Not. #lakia gets new scars every fight shes in because she wants to look cool and stops isa from healing her properly #annie gets some crazy mental scarring in echoseers #dawns gonna get holes in her lips for her New Teeth to poke through so she can actually close her mouth #etc etc #oh and thats not even touching on the people who lose limbs and extremities etc #i try not to let them fuck around without finding out #there may be healing magic but its more similar to localized sped-up time than d&d-style stuff

[lampregistration3000]

my body is so good at not dissolving dissolvable sutures its really impressive.

#baby girl if i could pull you out of my skin rn i would. but you keep hiding from me. #i always hated my left tit more than my right one and this bullshit is why #i can feel it poking my skin every once in a while and its so annying

[princessmacedon]

continued from here!

"It sounds wonderful," Maria breathes, her hands nestled together, near to her heart. She can see it, she thinks -- and if not that, she feels it. Nanna's adoration fair rolls off of her in waves, a love that kisses the sea foam and salt breezes that will carry it back to her yearned-for home. With them, something in her words pulls Maria's gaze back to the water, as if she will look to the horizon and see Jugdral in the way she sees all dreams. Still the distance holds its secrets, but Nanna's eyes hold stardrops, just as she said they would.

"You love it very much." When she speaks again, it isn't a question. It would be silly of her to wonder that much, wouldn't it? "Hee hee... I can see why! I can almost see it, too... It's beautiful." A bold statement for someone who has never set foot upon its soil, but she's seen starlight enough to grant her conviction. And, just so Nanna knows her to be true, she smiles. "Hee hee... I mean it."

A pause, at that, well aware of the weight of circumstance. They sail now to answer a cry for help from who knows how many moons ago, and with it the whispers of nightmares not wholly unfamiliar. How horrid they must be for Nanna, then, to think them buried and find them returned again.

"My home... May I?" Normally she would be elated to be given a chance to speak of it, but normally is not now-- now, when faced with Nanna's abounding love, and the worries that hide in its shadows. As a cleric, as a princess, or as simply a girl who always bares her heart, Maria makes an offer of her hands, if only to give Nanna's a reassuring squeeze. "My home's been through a lot, too. It's not the same, of course! But we're okay, and every day we're more okay. Because... it's full of people who love it like you love yours." Swing, sway. "Being with a new friend is a better circumstance to me, Princess Nanna." And an assertive (but still gentle!) wiggle there; if she were to look up, she would see the sheepish skew of Maria's face, from her brows to her lopsided smile and its every fond and foolish crinkle. "I'm sorry. I hope that wasn't too much. I just wanted to say... you have so many people and so much love behind you."

Relinquishing the girl's hands, Maria brings her own to her face, fingertips bashfully framing her jaw. "Hee hee... and I haven't even talked about Macedon yet! Though, I'm not sure I could paint as good a picture as you, heeheehee."

@hosannan

#hosannan #toasabbamvitatham2023 #REALLY DID NOT MEAN TO TALK SO MUCH ASDHSDHFSHDFS SORRY #but also :pleading: :pleading: :pleading: annie your writing is as lovely as always...!!!! #augh !!! i love the way you weave your words together #i was poking at our nankat thread the other day and i had to get up while rereading a few times #i'm always so excited to get to write with you :] you make me want to be better at it too wehe

[glitterghost]

Not me, rewatching s1e1 of Being Human (bbc) and quoting it and crying because I'm emotional and this is comfort and they are comfort and there are so many good memories and friends attached to it, and it makes me nostalgic, happy, and so sad all at once.

#please just overlook this post #i just am down tonight and the friendship between mitchell george and annie means so much to me #anyway ignore ignore #ill be rolling in the past for a bit and tenderly poking the bruise on my heart these three left on me

[barbreypilled]

‘movie long ahh hell’ meme but it’s me watching this movie and editing the piss on my google docs app

#the white lady is yelling again time to poke Annie with a stick until she does something weird #baby book movie rewatch

[bruhstories]

my stick n poke tatt kit is arriving tomorrow. you bet your sweet ass i'll be giving myself lil tatts on my fingers because no parlour would give 'em to me. "wE dOn'T waNt To ComPrOmiSe YoUr JoB"

bitch i don't work for the government, i'm 26 and i'm responsible for my own actions. besides, EVERYBODY in my school is tatted from head to toe, and you think a few dots on my fingers which i can cover with rings will have me fired?

oh my god, what if it does get me fired, tho??

#listen i'm just venting #i already have a tattoo and if i were to do something bigger i would obviously go to a pro #but i just want tiny dots and lines is that too much to ask for?? #annie talks shit #stick and poke

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

✧˖°. TWO PARALLEL LINES - iii

content: howdy yall here is the final part for today!! hope you enjoyed this roller coaster and you are NOT ready for what comes next!! will the reader cut a bitch??? will leo ever realize what's going on??? tune in next time to find out!!

"hazy-girl, do you think leo wants the normal hot cheetos or the lime ones?? hes always changing what his favorite is!" you asked hazel with a laugh while you stood in the store, arms crossed as you took in the aisle of chips before you. hazel was thinking it over while she grabbed the bag of barbeque chips frank asked her to get.

"i dunno. call him, he gets pissy if you get him the wrong thing. you'll never live it down," she replied and you hummed in agreement, digging into your pocket and pulling your phone out. the moment you unlocked it, the screen flashed black and stayed that way.

"shit. mines dead. can i use yours?" you asked, looking at hazel with puppy dog eyes. the girl rolled her eyes before passing over her phone, the polaroid of her and frank in the case of the phone proudly on display. you had the fading thought of whether or not leo would do that, trying desperately to fight off the blush that was rising to your cheeks. you easily called leo up, not even needing to use his contact, as his number was one of the few you had memorized. you rocked the the balls of your feet, biting your lip as it rang once, then twice, and then he finally picked up. you smiled as you heard him breathing on the other end of the phone.

"hey, leo, it's yn and i was just-"

"who is this?" a female voice asked, one you knew too well. you instantly stopped talking and your smile slipped from you face. your hands started shaking and you couldn't tell if it was from rage or just complete heartbreak.

"helloooooooo? who is this? look, whoever you are, leo's got a girlfriend so, like, back off. homewreaker," the girl scoffed into the phone before promptly hanging up. you couldn't seem to pull the phone from your ear, your lip wobbling but you were determined to not cry in this grocery store.

"yn, babe, what's up? are you- woah, what's wrong?? what'd he say??" hazel questioned, instantly scooping you into her arms. and you broke down in the middle of the grocery store you were determined to not cry in. you barely managed to explain to hazel what happened in the short time you were on the phone and you started crying at the pained look she gave you.

"im so sorry, yn. gods, boys are so stupid," she grumbled and you couldn't help but laugh the smallest bit, pulling but from the girl as you wiped away your tears with your sleeves.

"i guess him saying 'no' wasn't the worst thing that could've happen. this is pretty sucky," you mentioned, sharing a look with hazel before laughing.

"this is worse than sucky. this is shitty," hazel corrected with a nod of her head, which made you laugh harder, and you were grateful for her being able to take your mind off it slightly.

"oooo im gonna tell everyone your cussing," you joked, poking at her side.

"whatever. cmon, let's go get some ice cream. screw movie night with them, we're gonna have a girl's night. ill text pipes and annie."

and you followed, a tiny smile on your lips, as you were grateful to have these girls in your corner.

✶⋆.˚ taglist: @ssparksflyy @imasimpdealwithit @pro-oddity @aezuria @literallyimthenerdemoji @sunshine-of-ur-life @brodieland @ivyy-covered-walls @annybah @aryxchse @riordanness @stargirl-exe @shimas-pjo-addiction @shimas-things12 @butterandhoneytoast @pumpkinbxtch

#𐙚⋆｡°✩ everythings alright when she calls me back #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez

[sirlancevrot]

sketch with arumih. 💫

wipes his tears – annie, giving him a fist – jean, poking his cheek – connie, hand with potatoes is OBVIOUSLY sasha, hand with the medallion – hanji, and the two hands from below are mikasa and eren, who hold the shell.

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #armin arlert #annie leonhart #connie springer #jean kirstein #sasha braus #hange zoe #mikasa ackerman #eren yeager

[dearbraus]

When and Where, Baby ࿐

— Various Attack on Titan Characters

⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, gn!reader, kissing, semi public car sex, shower sex, quickies, established relationships, general allusions to and discussion of sex and intimacy, needy!reader and equally as needy!characters. ⊹ Run time. 0.7k ⊹ Note. Cheeky edited reupload from my old blog since I am deep in the Aot brainrot and am in dire need to talk about them lol. Enjoy <3

Where they fuck you outside of the bedroom —

꒰ On the Couch ꒱

Movie nights with you always turn into something more. Neither of you could help the way your hands drifted, his gliding further and further up your thigh until it’s practically between your legs, and your fingers idly stroking his navel, playing with the bit of hair poking out of his waistband. It’s a silent challenge, who’s willing to make the first real move. It certainly wasn’t going to be you, no matter how badly you wanted to sink your teeth into his neck or to toss your legs over his lap, you just couldn’t. But like magnets the two of you were pulled together, a certain desperation forcing you to toss away whatever little pride you had. You never could resist, not really. Eager kisses nearly knock the wind out of you as you clamber onto his lap, just a little bit too rough as you try to strip him of all the pesky layers between the two of you.

⊱ Porco Galliard, Eren Jaeger, Colt Grice, Miche Zacharius, Zeke Jaeger, and Connie Springer.

꒰ In the Kitchen ꒱

Dinner was something that they wish to disappear from your mind for just the slightest moment, it’s been a long day without you and if you’re not pinned beneath them in the next ten minutes they might just go crazy. It’s a good thing you’ve only just put that pot to boil because that gives them a bit more room for something other than heavy petting. Cupboard knobs dig into the small of your back and hips uncomfortably but the feel of their lips on your neck is enough to distract you from the pinpricks of pain. And for just a moment the task at hand slips away from your mind because god, they make your head spin and you miss them just as much as they missed you. You need them just as badly as they need you and it isn’t until the pot boils over that you’re pulled out of your rapture and even then you hold them ever closer because you’re so close to falling apart from their fingers, you’re almost there and you couldn’t care less about dinner because you’re much more interested in getting a taste of them.

⊱ Pieck Finger, Bertholdt Hoover, Niccolo, Hange Zoë, and Sasha Braus.

꒰ In the Shower ꒱

Early mornings were always made better when they slipped into the shower with you. It was never their intent to take things further but that tiny moan you let slip began to stoke a fire deep within them. They just wanted another one more honeyed sound so they innocently let the hand that was supposed to be washing your body slip between your legs. This was how it always played out no matter how many times you swore that it would because the two of you were still half asleep. One way or another, one of you is going to end up pinned against the tile wall, head thrown back as you relished in your partner's touch. If the water hadn’t run cold the two of you could have stayed in there for hours, but a morning quickie had to be just that; quick. No matter how badly you wished to stay in there with them forever, but you had things to do and frigid water wasn’t all that enjoyable even if you just ached to be with them for a moment longer.

⊱ Levi Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Historia Reiss, Armin Arlert, Petra Rall, and Mikasa Ackerman.

꒰ In the Car ꒱

Sometimes you just couldn’t wait until you got home. They always drove with their hand locked on your thigh, their gaze trained on the road ahead; they just looked so good, it wasn't your fault it turned you on so much. So maybe it was you who couldn’t wait, you who begged them to pull over because you needed them so badly that if they didn’t you’d have no choice but to shimmy out of your pants and give them a little show if they weren’t willing to help you out. But you never did have to resort to that, they love their needy baby and if their baby needs it bad, well then who were they to deny you. It wasn’t like you two had anywhere to be, a detour wouldn’t be so bad, not if they got to hear those pretty sounds of yours. Just try not to make it too obvious, the spot was secluded but you still didn’t want to get caught because you just couldn’t wait to get your hands on one another.

⊱ Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Ymir, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, and Yelena.

© all content belongs to dearbraus. do not modify, repost, or redistribute.

#aot smut #snk smut #jean kirschtein smut #eren yaeger smut #armin arlet smut #levi ackerman smut #mikasa ackerman smut #sasha braus smut #porco galliard smut #ymir smut #hange zoe smut #reiner braun smut #connie springer smut #pieck finger smut #erwin smith smut #aot x reader #snk x reader

[seeingivy]

meeting the parents 

roommate eren x f!reader 

you swear you know the family sitting next to you at eren’s soccer game, you’re just not sure from where

**find mini-series masterlist here

an: ty for all the love on roommate eren!!!! this part was super super rushed and not AS proofread lol but I just wanted to put the idea out there to set it up for some other stuff :DDDD 

previous part linked here

- 

“Is there something I’m supposed to wear to your soccer game? I’ve never been to one before.” 

You feel Eren get up from his bed, which you were currently sprawled on. You’d spent more time in his room as of late, his bed being more comfortable to watch movies on than the couch. The night you had slept in his bed felt like it breached any sense of normal boundaries between the two of you, this was the new normal. I guess touching each others scars can do that to someone. 

In the middle of the movie he had picked out for today, which was a stupid nature documentary that was putting you to sleep, he had invited you to come to his first home game, which was on Friday. 

He was trying to convince you - telling you Annie would be there, that there are snacks, and Jean and Armin will be too since they were part of the game. You’re positive he doesn’t understand the pull he has on you, because you’d agree to anything the second he asked. 

After you agree, you can’t help but feel your heart twinge at the smile spreading across your face and you fight the urge to poke his dimples. You love his dimples. His smile lines. The softness near his eyes. You shake your head, directing your gaze back to the forest on the screen as you avoid the fluttering in your chest. 

After your question about the clothes, he nearly jumped up, rummaging through his closet to find something for you to wear. After a few minutes, he throws the shirt at you, which lands square in your face, knocking you over. You pull the shirt off your face, sticking your tongue out at him as he joins you back on the bed. 

You keep a respectable distance when you sit together on his bed, obviously. You can’t even look at him without exploding. And whenever he touches you, all you can think about is his soft, nimble fingers running across your skin in the night, touching all the parts of you that were hurt. 

But every once in a while, Eren will brush his hand against yours while reaching for his phone, fix your hair behind your ears because you ‘look like a garden troll’, and claim you have a stray eyelash on your face just to press his fingers against your cheek. 

You think it’s an excuse to touch you, that it can’t all be a mistake, but you’re also well aware that Eren can make you a little delusional. You ignore the validity of the situation all together. The less you think about his fingers on your skin, the better. 

You hold the shirt up, inspecting it. Your throat drying when you realize what it is. His jersey. 

“Eren. I can’t wear this.” 

“Why not?” 

“I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to wear it while you’re playing?” 

“I have another one. Plus, all the girls wear jerseys to the games. Annie’s wearing Armin’s honorary jersey.” 

Annie’s not a normal girl, she’s Armin’s girlfriend. All the girlfriends wear jerseys to the game. You turn to face him, an uneasy expression pressed on your face. He rolls his eyes, his hand making its way to the top of your head. He sticks his fingers into your scalp, applying soft pressure. 

“Why are you thinking so hard? It’s just a shirt. I can find you another one if it bothers you that much.” 

He’s right. It’s just a shirt. To him anyways. It might mean something else for Annie and Armin and every other girl but for you guys, it’s just a shirt. 

You shake your head, agreeing to wear it to the game on Friday. 

 - 

The game rolls around and you’re currently seated in the stands alone. You have superstitions to thank for that. 

Armin doesn’t play in the game, but helps the coaching team strategize where to put the best players. Hence, the honorary jersey Eren mentioned earlier. Armin’s been around the sport since he was a kid and knows all the players' strengths well enough to help assist in making plays. It makes a lot of sense when you think about it - Armin’s never the one at the center of the play, but definitely the mastermind behind it. 

However, Armin claims that they can’t win unless he’s wearing a very specific pair of blue shoe laces. Eren explained that superstitions mean everything to the team, even to him. Apparently, he refuses to play if he isn’t wearing his key necklace. Because, he’ll lose without it. Armin’s the same with the shoelaces. 

Annie was currently tearing apart Armin’s apartment, trying to find the shoelaces before they could start the game in a few minutes. Which left you alone in the stands reading the book you brought to kill the time. You’re not much of a soccer or sports fan - so you had contingency plans in place. You’re just here to support your friends and because Eren asked you to come. 

You feel a hand on your shoulder, pulling out your earphones to acknowledge the nudging. You find a tall, blonde man standing over you, gesturing if he could sit next to you. He has two other people with him, a man and a woman with dark black hair, who have to be one of the player's parents. You give them a smile, nodding your head that they could take the seats next to you. 

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream?” 

“Yeah, I have to read it for an assignment.” 

At the sound of his voice, you take a moment to really seep into the man’s features. He’s got blonde hair, thin circular framed glasses, and a full sported beard. If you had to guess, you would say he’s somewhere in his late twenties, just based on his looks and demeanor. You have a feeling you’ve seen him somewhere before, but you can’t really pinpoint where from.

“This is an interesting place to complete an assignment. What brings you here?” 

You shut the book closed, squinting your eyes around on the field till you find Eren running up and down the track. The game starts in a few minutes and he’s warming up before he takes his spot at the goalie stand. 

“That guy. He’s my roommate. I came to see him play.” 

The man nods, craning his neck to find who it was you were pointing at. You sit in silence, not interacting with the man or the other two people till the middle of the game. Annie still hadn’t returned, but they were surprisingly winning the game. It was neck to neck the entire time, Eren’s team barely scoring over them each time the whistle went off. 

You feel the fingers tap into your shoulder again, the blonde man staring at you. 

“I’m going to go get water from my stands for my parents. Did you want anything?” 

You can’t ignore the growling in your stomach and the dryness in your throat - you had been screaming for a better half of the last hour. You never knew sports could make you so passionate. You dig for your wallet in your pocket, pulling out way too much cash for a simple bottle of water. You reach for his hand, squeezing it twice before speaking. 

“Thank you so much, really. It’s very kind of you to ask me. If you could get me a snack, that would be great. Here’s the money for it, you can use it for your parents' water bottles too.” 

You place the bills in his hands, turning your neck back to find Eren running on the field. You feel bad, but the only thing you can focus on is him. He’s so coordinated, like a figure skater on the field. Watching him lace the ball through his feet to avoid other players taking it from him felt somewhat hypnotic - but you think that’s more about how Eren looks and is, rather than how he’s playing. 

As the blonde man turns to leave, the woman slides into his seat, leaning over to talk to you. She has golden brown eyes, which are warmly peering into yours. 

“You’re really into the game. You’ve been following it really closely.” 

“I never thought I’d enjoy it so much. This is actually my first time coming to a game.” 

“What made you decide to come today?” 

“Eren Yeager. He’s number eleven, running on the right side of the field. He’s a really good friend of mine and he asked me to come. He cares a lot about the game and I care a lot about him, so I just had to come when he asked me.”��

She presses her hand over yours, squeezing tight. You can see her eyes glimmering at your words, though you’re not entirely sure why. You can’t place it but she seems familiar too. You’re having a weird sense of deja vu from the game all together. 

“You’re a sweet girl, really.” 

You smile back, your heart tingling at her words. You’re distracted by everyone cheering at the field, craning your neck back to find Eren. You watch him sink the ball into the net, jumping to your feet at the sight of him stopping, a smile shining on his face as he watches the scoreboard turn in his favor. 

You swear you imagine the next part, but the looks everyone around you give you tells you it was real. He turns to the field, squinting till he finds you settled in the bleachers. He points to the net, signaling at the score he just made, and then points at you, a smile pressed against his face. You’re not sure what it means entirely, but what you are sure of is that his stupid smile was going to make your heart explode one day. 

 - 

Eren wins the game. Obviously. You watch his teammates lift him into the air, shuffling him to the end of the bleachers. You run down the steps, your cheeks sore from smiling so hard. You watch the players let him go and he meets your eyes, slowly walking over to meet you. 

You basically run at him, tangling your arms around his neck. He lifts you up, spinning you around for a few seconds before setting you down. You can feel his arms shaking, which you’re sure is the adrenaline from the rush of the game. 

“Ren. That was so fucking cool. You’re so cool.” 

“Yeah?” 

You can see the corners of his lips quirking up at his words, a warm look in his green eyes. 

“You’re amazing. You move so fast, I could barely keep my eyes off of you.” 

“You can’t do that anyways.” 

You smack his shoulder with the side of your arm, rolling your eyes at him. He’s not wrong. 

Before you can bite back, he looks past your shoulder, waving at someone behind you. You turn your neck to find the three people you were sitting with from before walking up, swinging their arms around Eren. 

You watch the man with blonde hair put his hand in Eren’s hair and affectionately shake his entire head, while the man and the woman envelop him in a hug. You’re thoroughly confused. 

“You know them?” 

“Do you know them, peaches?” 

“Peaches?” you hear the black haired man say, turning his eyes towards his wife and son. 

“Yeah, we were sitting together during the game.” 

He turns his neck, narrowing his eyes at the three of them.

“How did you guys know it was her?” 

“She has Yeager printed on the back of her shirt in huge letters. It wasn’t that hard to figure out she was the girl we were looking for.” 

The three of them turn to you, all of them smiling brightly. Eren pulls you closer, swinging his arm around your shoulder as he turns to face you. 

“Y/N. These are my parents, Grisha and Carla, and my brother Zeke. They really wanted to meet you and I was going to introduce you to them after the game but they had other plans.” 

You can feel the gears settling into place in your head, the deja vu feeling making sense. The picture Eren showed you when you were sick, when you became friends - it was of them. His family. You just didn’t recognize them right away because they were way younger than they are now. 

You press your hands to all of theirs, the dread filling your chest. They knew it was you the entire time and you had no idea. Is that rude? Are they going to tell Eren you said that you cared about him?

“I’m really sorry I didn’t recognize you. Eren showed me a picture and I thought I knew you guys from somewhere, but the picture he had shown you was so old.” 

“He showed you a picture of us? He basically refused to show us any of you, he’s so secretive.” Carla responds, the shock pressed on her face.

“Just threaten him. He’ll give in eventually.” 

The three of them laugh, your heart tingling at the sight of their laughter and smiles. Okay, okay. Not too bad. They don’t hate you, that’s for sure. 

“I have a feeling he only does that for you.” 

You quirk your eyes at his dad, Grisha he said, and shake your head, dismissing the comment. He’d do it for anyone. You just know how to do it. You hear Annie and Armin calling you from the other side of the field, something about taking a picture of them. 

You shake all of their hands another time, giving them your brightest smile before letting your legs drag you to where Annie and Armin were standing. 

 - 

“No grandchildren till after graduation.” 

“Mom.” 

“I get it. She’s really cute, she’s sweet, it’s probably easy when you sleep in a bed together every night. But no grandchildren.” 

“She’s not my girlfriend. And she doesn’t sleep in my bed.” 

Eren feels Zeke smack the back of his head, turning back to glare at him.

“You get stupider as time goes on. That poor girl likes you so much.” 

Eren shakes his head, looking over at you from across the field. You’re crouched on the ground, taking a picture of Annie and Armin who have their arms tangled around each other. Of course, you’re crouching on the ground to get the best angle. 

Annie’s pressing a kiss to his cheek and he ignores the fact that all he can think about is you doing that to him. 

“No, she doesn’t.” 

“She told us she cared about you. A lot. And mind you, she thought we were strangers. She wasn’t trying to impress us as your family or your loved ones, she literally was just telling us, like she’d tell any other stranger who talked to her. She likes you.” 

Eren feels his dad come behind him, pressing dollar bills into his open palm. 

“It’s her money. Make sure you return it.” 

“She offered to pay, didn’t she?” 

They all nod, confirming his suspicions as he glances back over to you. Kindness was like breathing to you and he envied, admired, and loved it about you all at once. You were so...you sometimes, it hurt him. 

Eren gives Zeke one more shove for good measure, before stalking over to the field where you’re standing. He reaches over, pressing his fingers into the side of your shoulder. You turn over, your stupid doe eyes staring into his again. 

“Need something, Ren?” 

“I want a picture with you. Ask Annie and Armin to take it.” 

He doesn’t miss how your face lights up at the request and he curses your sweet little heart for making him like you more. 

Sometimes he feels like he can’t help it, like you could breathe and he’d love you for it. The way your nose crinkles, your chest rising and falling as it fills with air, he could love anything, even a stupid physiological act, if it was you. 

You hand Annie the camera, reaching over to press yourself against him. He reaches forward, squishing your face in his hand as Annie takes the picture. You run over, snatching the phone from Annie’s hand to swipe through the pictures. You accidentally land on the picture of Annie and Armin first, Annie pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Oh my god, I thought that was us for a second Ren. Imagine.” 

But he doesn’t have to. There’s already a picture of you two like that - you pressing a kiss to his cheek - from a while back. You just don’t remember it. 

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[mommypieck]

⌗︙・aot girls front & back ⸜⸜・

mikasa

i mean everyone knows that mika's breasts are huge. she's a solid DD. but she has cute little nipples. they are really light and super sensitive. sometimes she's embarrassed because they keep poking through her tshirt.

her pussy is super small and tight. she was tiny lips too and you can't even see her clit because of how tiny it is. but don't worry, she's super sensitive. she keeps herself shaved or at least trimmed. she does it for her own comfort rather than for other people.

her butt is big too and it's really round. she works out a lot so it's basically just muscle and it doesn't jiggle a lot.

annie

annie is a good B/C cup. i feel like they would be a bit droopy but overall beautiful. her nipples are also very light. her areolas are a bit bigger but the nipple itself is small. she only wears sport bras and even during sex, it's rare for her to take the bra off.

annie pussy is super pink... like seriously. her lips are on the smaller side but with bigger clit. it looks like a cute little flower. she gets wet super easily. she doesn't shave because her hairs are super light and she get hairy that often. it takes few months for her hairs to grow back after shaving.

her butt isn't that big. it's also really muscular but she absolutely loves when you hold her butt during sex.

sasha

sasha is a bigger C. they are a bit droopy but overall super beautiful. i feel like skin on her chest is pretty tanned. her areolas are really dark brown and they are normal size. she 100% has larger nipples.

her pussy lips are on the larger side and they are darker too. overall the skin between her legs is darker. her clit isn't that sensitive and it takes a lot of time to press right on it for her to feel anything. but once you find the right rhytm, she melts. she doesn't shave, she doesn't like it so she just lets it grown. she trims once in few months but she just prefers some hair down there.

her ass is huge and it even jiggles when she walks.

historia

beautiful D cup boobs. the roundest and softest of them all. her areolas are dark and big. and overall her nipples are big. same as mikasa, her nipples get hard super easily and they can be seen most of the time.

her pussy is... soooo pretty. her lips and clit are big but so suckable 😋. she used to be insecure about it but it really looks adorable. it opens like a flower to show her opening. she isn't really tight and she can take a lot!!

hisu doesn't shave a lot. she trims from time to time. her hairs are darker than her hair.

she ass is on the bigger side but it isn't big. it jiggles a lot when she walks and you love smacking it to see it move.

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[dave-me0wstaine]

annie… may i suggest badboy! dave teaching innocent reader how to suck him off for the first time…

p omg your brain.... he'd be such a menace!! he would absolutely push you past your limits, making you gag around his cock. like it'd be so messy, with your spit and tears all over his cock, and all you can do is look up at him with red, glossy eyes because you just wanna please him and make him happy <3

like imagine you're cuddling and he gets hard, and when you innocently ask what's poking you he answers honestly, saying it's his dick and he "can't help it, you're so pretty, baby."

omg and what if you think it's hurting him, and get worried and he sees the opportunity for head and just. takes it. he tells you about how you could help him out and he manages to get you on your knees, your big innocent eyes looking up into his lust-filled ones.

and in the beginning he honestly tries to be nice and gentle!! he's cooing at how cute you are, guiding you on how to unzip his pants and take his cock out, how to take it in your mouth, etc. but it's not long before he starts thinking with his other head and starts shallowly fucking your throat, ignoring your whines and gentle pushes you give to his thighs. eventually he just starts full on fucking your throat, reveling in the sounds of your spit and his precum mixing together. and when he gets close he shoves your mouth down on his cock so far that your nose is nestled against the hair above his cock, and cums down your throat <333

but he wouldn't be selfish!! he'd be so nice afterwards, praising you, and would trail kisses down your body, insisting that now it was your turn to feel good <3

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[oh-meretseger]

part 5 - The Party

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: mostly sfw, a little fluff (I’m posting the smut part tomorrow, it was SO unbelievably long I had to cut it😭 I’m unable to write shortly about anything smutty I’m sorry shdnxmdh), mentions of alcohol, drug use

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"MARCO!"

"WHAT" Sasha screamed as they froze and both her head and Connie's cake covered face snapped in perfect sync.

"Man, you made it!" Jean took the man in his arms with the happiest grin plastered on his face, Sasha, then Connie quickly joining them as they jumped right onto them. "Connie, your face!"

"Sorry, bro" he stepped back as he tried to wipe chunks of cupcake from his face, but the man's jacket was already smudged with cherry cream, just like Jean's shirt.

"It's okay, I wanted to wash it anyway" the stranger laughed, and you smiled at him as your eyes met. Jean's eyes shot to you as well, and he immediately jumped to pull you closer.

"Y/n, this is Marco, our childhood friend" he motioned towards him, and you accepted Marco's handshake, returning his friendly smile. His expression was warm and kind, freckles on his nose wrinkling as he beamed with joy. "Marco, this is our own little house rat, Y/n"

You gave Jean a death stare as he and Connie giggled like schoolgirls, his body jolting away from you as you poked a finger between his ribs.

"Nice, couldn't tell you were a wild animal at all" Marco deadpanned and you grinned.

"I'm not, I'm fully domesticated"

"You're such a jerk, why are you so rude?" you heard Sasha hiss at Jean thinking you wouldn't hear, but as always, they were unable to bicker without getting loud.

"I'm not rude, you just have a stick up your ass" Jean snarled at her. You shook your head, having zero clue why they were acting like brawling puppies all night.

"I'll show you a stick up your ass, JEANBO" Sasha yelled, and Niccolo sprang to stop her from trying to pull Jean's pants down without a second thought. In a second, they were a bundle of tangled legs and arms on the floor, shouting and kicking at each other.

You saw more sophisticated behavior in middle school.

"The fuck was that?" Connie's eyes widened at a loud BANG coming from the living room, and swiftly left the kitchen to investigate its source.

"Holy shit, it feels like I'm gonna have a seizure" you put your hands over your ears at the massive overstimulation, and Marco let out a heartfelt laugh. He quickly picked up two ciders from the counter Jean and Sasha were beating each other next to, then handed one to you and put a hand on your shoulder to turn you towards the door.

"Let's go outside. We'll check back when they're done killing each other"

A pleasant relief spread in your chest as you left the noise and complete chaos. Loud music became muffled as soon as Marco closed the glass door to the patio behind him, and soft laughs and chatter hit your ear of those who were sitting outside.

"Y/n! Let me help you with that"

You smiled at Armin and handed over the cider for him to, like the gentleman he was, open the bottle for you while you settled down on the wood bench next to him. "Thank you, Armin"

"Good to see you, man!" Marco reached over with a happy grin to shake his hand, then leaned over to shake Bert's as well. Annie greeted him with a small wave - they all looked at Marco with such a warm smile, you could feel how loved by everyone he was. "Annie!"

"Marco, s'been a minute! How's everything?" Armin asked while opening Marco's bottle as well, and you took a sip of the strawberry cider, sweet bubbles sizzling on your tongue as your eyes followed Marco's movements. He grazed his palm as a greeting over Mikasa's shoulder who sat next to Armin - she smiled up at him, but kept half an eye on Eren and Reiner, lounging on a pair of chairs a little further away, seemingly having a heated conversation over something sports related. Marco grinned back at Armin while shaking Reiner's hand, then taking Eren's as he mumbled a "hey, bro", immediately getting back to the vital argument they were having.

"Nothing much, working. I had to come and catch up with you guys though, how's uni life?"

"What the hell are they so pressed over?" you asked Mikasa in a low voice as you motioned towards the two athlete bros, trying not to disturb Armin and Marco's coversation.

"Don't even ask" Mikasa shook her head, her gorgeous black strands of hair moving around her face, shining in the faint light coming through the glass door to the patio. "It's just some statistics, or whatever. But Eren's been irritated all day, so even some stupid numbers can get him worked up, I'm afraid"

You looked over to Eren, lighting a blunt as he was listening to Reiner talk. You often saw his face around campus just like this, grumpy and unmoved by anyone and anything happening around him, but Mikasa knew him like the back of her hand. If she said he was unusually irritated, there was no room for doubt.

The grumpiness on his face seemed to quickly dissolve anyway as Marco and Armin's conversation started to spread across the table, getting Annie, Bert and Mikasa, then shortly after Eren and Reiner involved as they told you where they all knew each other from, what childhood or high school memories they shared, and how the strings of their lives still interweaved from time to time - even though everyone went on to different colleges, jobs and paths of life.

To answer their curious questions, you even talked about how you were completely new not only around this town, but to this whole state, attending this college being a fresh new start for you. And about how you were so happy to have met them here.

The small amount of alcohol and all the funny and endearing stories they shared made you forget about any anxiety you previously had about this party. You really felt like you were at home as you looked around to see their glimmering eyes, and faces glowing with joy as they laughed.

Even Eren seemed to forget about their super important battle of numbers with Reiner when they pulled their chair closer to the table to join memory lane.

"You want a hit?" Eren's hand suddenly appeared in front of you, holding the blunt that was obviously on its last legs. You turned your head to meet his low-lidded green eyes, and Reiner's eyes shot to you at your movement. He flashed his million dollar grin at you, and you bashfully smiled back at him. God, he was handsome.

"No, thanks" you smiled at Eren, amused at how much more relaxed he looked than before. To Mikasa's greatest delight, it seemed.

"Where are your glasses?"

"I've decided not to be short-sighted anymore" you shrugged, and Eren shook his head at your reply as a grin formed on his face.

"Yeah, you shouldn't let some object define you anyway" he played into your joke, and you nodded.

"That's what I'm saying"

"Where's your king of sarcasm by the way, Your Royal Highness?" Eren smirked at you, and you instantly felt yourself blush at the unexpected question. You dropped your eyes to look at your fingers as they started to fidget. You both knew who your king was, but at that moment, you would've done anything to avoid admitting it.

"I saw him playing beer pong inside, they're on a winning streak with Connie" Marco appeared next to you with two bottles in hand, cold and fresh from the refrigerator. You felt your cheeks getting even warmer as you looked up at his happy grin, accepting the bottle he held out to you. He knew.

"Thank you, Marco" you muttered, and quickly reached out to grab the bottle opener. You were more than happy to do something with your hands to hide your sudden nervousness.

"He told me about you, you know" Marco went on in a lower voice as he sat back down next to you, so only you could hear him.

Your heart started to pound faster in your chest. Jean told him about you?

"He did?" you replied hesitantly, not sure what to think. "And what- What did he tell you?"

"Well" Marco smiled back. "He told me about a cute little nerd he often annoys for fun"

"Of course he'd say that" you mumbled, fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose as you tried to hide the blush of your cheeks. Cute..? "I don't know about the cute part though, I'm pretty sure you misunderstood 'loser'"

"You think so?" Marco let out a heartfelt laugh. "I'm pretty sure I heard him right. Jean doesn't really gush over any girl, so him saying 'cute' caught my ear"

Your eyes dropped once again to your fidgeting hands, but you couldn't help a smile curving your lips.

"Could be anyone, a lot of cute girls compete to entertain him around campus on the regular"

"Jesus, you two really are the exact same person" Marco laughed, and you looked up at him flustered and confused at what he meant. "Look, through a difficult investigation, I found out he liked this smart, pretty girl with a bad eyesight, who likes reading her crime novels curling up under her nightlight, blushes easily, and whose bitter jokes he finds hilarious, but would never admit to it. I'm quite sure that can't be anyone"

You felt your stomach flip at the thought of Jean not only knowing you, but paying such attention to particular details about you. You couldn't have described the feeling even if you wanted to - but despite the sudden nausea and nervous fluttering of your heart, you couldn't help your smile growing into a grin at Marco's words.

You felt like you were on cloud nine.

"Are you sure Jean said that?"

"Yep" his bottle momentarily covered Marco's smile as he took another sip, examining your happily flushed cheeks under the dim light. "Why is it so hard to believe? I thought you both liked each other"

A few seconds of silence sat between you as you fought the tension straining your chest from inside. The tension that held you back from admitting your feelings up to this point, not only to someone else but even to yourself.

"I- I do. It's not that" you muttered in a small voice. "We've just been bullying each other for so long now, it's-"

You nervously paused as Marco let out a chuckle.

"It's hard to believe he'd look at me like that" you looked into Marco's joyful brown eyes. He truly found you and Jean floundering around entertaining.

"I know Jean. Believe me when I say he's actually smitten with you" he replied, making your fluttering heart almost jump out of your chest. "He's not gonna admit that though. You two like suffering in silence, as I can see"

You let out a quiet chuckle. As you looked at Marco's genuine, caring smile, you felt like this was the right moment to finally be truthful, that you were ready to open up. But before an honest answer could leave your mouth, the glass door to the patio flew open, and Sasha bursted out of the living room with Niccolo by her side.

"Guys, you won't believe what I just found in Connie's kitchen"

"It's nice to finally see you, too, Sasha" Mikasa replied to Sasha's choice of entry while Niccolo shook hands with the guys, already familiar to all of their faces.

Inside the house, the party reached its loudest, most chaotic peak. Loud banging of the music and shouting of the guests filled the basement, the kitchen and the living room. Guests being random faces of people not even Connie knew - the product of having your front door open to anyone without an invitation. But Connie couldn't care less.

Girls surrounded them in the back room, giggling as Connie threw the winner shot, jumping with a victorious yell as he hit the final cup. His audience was cheerful and tipsy, and that was all Connie needed to have an amazing and carefree time.

"I'll look for Marco" Jean waved his hand towards the living room, but Connie stopped him with a palm slapping on his shoulder.

"You can't leave me, we're on a winning streak!"

"You'll be fine, Connie" Jean patted Connie's hand gripping him, smirking over to all the bystander girls watching with gleaming eyes, waiting on their chance to join the team of the king of beer pong himself. "I'll be with Marco if you need me"

"But I need you NOW" Connie squealed, and Jean turned his back to him with a chuckle, shaking his head as he left the room.

Jean pushed himself through the sea of bodies moving and dancing in the living room, careful to dodge the plastic cups full of alcoholic beverages that all the drunken hands flung around in the air. Getting use of his height, his hazel eyes panned the room as he towered over most of the dancers, but beside a few familiar faces, he found none of the ones he was looking for. Not a sign of Armin and the guys, Sasha and Niccolo, Marco, or you...

He faced towards the stairs to the basement, but swiftly changed his direction when he saw a bunch of people occupying the steps. Knowing you and Marco, he was positive he wouldn't find you in an area so loud and crowded.

"Hey, Jean!" a shout exceeding the deafening music hit his ears and his eyes quickly followed its direction, Sasha's waving hand catching his eye. She pushed people standing in her way without a second thought, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Where are you guys?" Jean yelled as they reached each other in the crowd, and Sasha motioned towards the door to the patio.

"Y/n is out there with Marco" she replied, and Jean's heart jumped with a nervous beat as Sasha mentioned your name. "The others want to talk to you too, go!"

Sasha tapped his shoulder, encouraging him to step outside, then she continued her brutal way to the kitchen, elbowing and kicking anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in her way. Jean shook his head as he laughed to himself, then turned his head towards the patio.

With Marco?

What did Sasha mean you were outside with Marco? With Marco, like you two were only in the presence of each other, outside of the whole group?

Jean couldn't help a small little string of jealousy twist in his chest as he thought about you, and the first glimpse he caught of you tonight. How his heart was beating in his throat as you caught his eye, and how a mix of electric sparks and warmth spread in his body as he looked at yours.

The tight dress hugged your body just right, you tried to hide it under the oversized jacket, but the beautiful curve of your waist, your hips still showed underneath as you moved. He felt the blood rush right out of his brain, straight to his groin, as his eyes ran over the soft skin of your thighs showing where your pretty little dress was slit. He just realized tonight - he's never seen your knees, the curve of your calves, those delicate ankles... Jean immediately imagined them on his shoulders, and had to force himself to quickly shake off the thought. He's not a horny high schooler, for fuck's sake... The fluttering of his heart would've diverted his mind anyway as he gazed at your gorgeous face, your silky, soft strands of hair framing it as they fell to your shoulders. Beautiful, big doe eyes looked at Bert and Reiner as you talked to them, light glistening on your sweet lips as you spoke.

Fuck.

This was the second time he felt jealous today. What even got to him? Jean wasn't sure, but he quickly shook off these thoughts as he realized he had no reason to feel this way. He knew Marco, Marco knew about you, and you... Jean was pretty sure he knew where you two standed.

Waking from his momentary daydream, he pushed his way through the crowd of people to reach the glass door, then opened it to step out on the dimly lighted patio. Jean felt a sense of relief as a cool breeze moved the strands of his combed back hair and tickled his face. A similar tingling started to form in his chest as among the others, you caught his eye - sitting at the table, laughing wholeheartedly with that breathtaking smile of yours, as Marco put a blanket over your shoulders to protect you from the chilly night air.

Jean couldn't help clenching his jaw.

"Jean, where've you been? Want one?" Reiner called out to him with a grin as he grabbed a can of beer from the table. Jean caught the can flying towards him in the air, and threw it right back to Reiner with that same momentum.

"Nah, but thanks, Reiner"

As Reiner drew everyone's attention to Jean, all cheerful faces turned to him, eyes beaming with joy at the sight of him. You noticed that, and you heard the happiness in all of their voices as they greeted him, even though they'd already met earlier.

You looked at him. The Jean standing in front if you was so different from the arrogant prick you saw in him a few months ago - in this moment, it made perfect sense why he was so loved by every one of his friends.

"Jean, finally! C'mere" Marco waved for him to come closer, and your eyes nervously dropped to your lap as Jean's eyes panned over to you and Marco.

He looked exceptionally fine in the dark button-up shirt he wore tonight. Rolled up sleeves letting those damn perfect forearms be seen, collar hugging those damn beautiful muscles of his neck that simply screamed to be kissed. The dark trousers and the belt hugging his hips looked so mouth-watering, it made you want to rip them off when you put your arms around his waist earlier. Not even talking about how your stomach kept doing backflips as you looked at his pretty face. Stubble making his jawline look even sharper, his beautiful eyes under frowned eyebrows looking at Marco as Jean talked to him, the straight line of his nose driving your eyes right to his inviting lips, glistening a bit as his tongue ran over them before he bit down on his lower lip... His eyes burning right into yours as you suddenly became aware that you were staring.

He caught you.

"I'll be right back" you jumped to your feet, pushing the blanket off to the bench as you left the table. You had to be alone for a minute. This evening was becoming too intense.

"Where are you going?" Sasha asked worried as she put her arm in front of you, stopping you in the doorway, and you looked at her with a reassuring smile.

"Just to the restroom. Do you know where it is?"

"Sure, it's at the end of the hallway next to the stairs" Sasha's thumb showed the way, pointing back above her shoulder. "But I think you should use the one in the master bedroom upstairs. It's closed for all these randos, but you can go in, Connie wouldn't mind"

After getting the directions from Sasha to find the key, you pushed your way through the brutal crowd in the living room, making your way up the stairs between shouting, drinking strangers, even a drunkenly kissing couple. You fished out the key to the master bedroom from a plant pot, just like Sasha said, then easily unlocked the door, quickly closing it back behind yourself.

You pressed your back to the door with a sigh of relief. Silence, finally.

"What are you acting so grumpy for?" Marco laughed as Jean sank down to the bench beside him, right where you just stood up from.

"M'not grumpy, the hell are you talking about?" Jean frowned at Marco and accepted the empty glass he passed to him.

"You wouldn't be if you heard what we talked about" Marco smiled while grabbing a bottle of whisky, pouring some in the glass he just handed to Jean. That just made Jean's frown deepen even more with confusion.

"Why, what'd you talk about?" he asked as he slowly raised the glass to his lips, a wondering shimmer in his hazel eyes.

"You" Marco's finger poked into Jean's chest, and he just looked at Marco's entertained grin completely confused.

"Me?"

"You, man" Marco nodded. He was absolutely amused at the curious hesitance showing on Jean's face.

"And what... What did she say?"

"Well, Sasha almost blew it, but she did tell me eventually..."

You stood in front of the mirror above the sink, and examined your face while you washed your hands. You felt like you looked different. You felt different. Even though huge parties like this made you feel severly overwhelmed, you still felt an immense joy about how great it felt to be with people you grew to like so much, people you could call your friends.

And Jean...

It felt like a hundred little butterflies woke up in your stomach as you thought of Jean, and you smiled at your reflection. Maybe you were a little tipsy, but the usual embarrassment you felt when you thought of the dirty little memories you shared, was nowhere to be found. A knot of excitement started to form in its place instead.

You wanted to talk to him again. You had to hear him, touch him, feel him.

You burst into the bedroom, hurrying straight to the door, then just when you placed your hand on the doorknob, a sudden voice made you nearly jump out of your own skin.

"Where's the rush, smarty-pants?"

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[necromelli]

IMAGINE being in a relationship with both Finnick + Annie <33 all doting and loving and full of cuddles and kisses and warm summer days (fem!reader)

imagine you all are at the market and someone says something about crazy annie, not realizing that one of you could quickly usher annie away while the other tears the person a new one.

imagine annie making you all matching seashell necklaces. she spends forever on them while you and Finnick are swimming (she loves the water, but it's a bad day, and every time she got near it she cried). When you guys finally come back from swimming to rest, she presents them to you with the most prettiest, brightest smile you've ever seen.

Finnick is quick to give her a hug, kissing her cheek as thanks. He puts Annie's on her first, and then yours, and then you insist Annie puts Finnick's on. You weren't sure if you ever saw her so happy before. The smile was permanent for the rest of the day, and even as she slept.

Imagine how'd you all sleep together. Usually, Finnick's in the middle because of some rambling about how he 'needs his two girls'. And, so it's you and Annie cuddled up on either side of Finnick, his big hands touching both of you in some way, shape, or form. Finn's nightmares generally worsen if either of you are gone for the night for any reason.

Annie loves to bake, it's her favorite past time and it helps her mind, and so there's mornings where you and Finnick wake up to a huge breakfast. Sometimes she'll just get in the groove and she can't stop, but if that ever happens and there's leftovers, you'll all package the food up and bring them down to the workers in the market. (At least your favorite vendors who see Annie Cresta for Annie, and not 'crazy Annie')

When Annie is taken to the Capitol, Finnick realizes just how reliant you are on Annie being there. You guys are always taking care of her — and Finn knew he needed her like he needed air, but he never considered it for you. You're not eating, not sleeping, resisting the doctors. The only thing that soothes you is when Finnick plays with your hair and lets you hold Annie's picture. (He doesn't do it the same, but for a few minutes, you can pretend it's Annie's fingers in your hair and not finnick's)

The marriage propo kills you. Coin insists it's you and Finnick, because the Capitol loves you two. Annie is well, Annie, and they believe it would look better with only you. Annie is devastated, but she shoulders it like she does all her insults, and she insists with a smile. It's good for the rebellion, especially if it means we can make it home faster, she tells you. But you won't budge. It's either you all get married or Annie and Finnick get married. Coin finally settles on letting you all get married.

The day of the wedding, Annie is giddy (you are too) and you help her get dressed. You dote her in all sorts of kisses, extra careful with her because of what happened in the Capitol. She's just breathtakingly beautiful that you're crying and Annie's laughing so sweetly at you with her own tears. She gently brushes the tears away — you truly forgot how tender she could be — while fixing your makeup that got smudged. She kisses your nose and tells you she loves you.

And, when Finnick sees the two of you, he's nothing but the biggest smile you've ever seen. His dimples deep, eyes crinkled, teeth poking his lip. You and Annie are standing together, Finnick in front, and you're all holding hands. It's beautiful, really, and you couldn't be happier to be married to your two favorite people.

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