#annie || private starters

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annie & laurie ( @rainbowmuses )

"I'm so happy that it's finally getting colder, it reminds me of back home in London!" there was usually always a chill in the air this time of year back home and she was glad she could use all of her scarves and cute coats now.

[infcinity]

annie & lilo ( @wvsteria )

"I'm so mad that my parents decided to move me to this place," annie vented out loud - she hated it here. "london is so much better than whatever chaos-filled place this is," annie knew it was washington dc but there was something off about the things that happened here.

[qvartzmoons-a]

independent, private, highly selective canon multi-muse

Attack on Titan: Annie, Pieck, & Ymir Cyberpunk: Rebecca & Lucy Deadman Wonderland: Minatsuki Takami, Toto Sakigami,& Yosuga Mitsuzaki D. Gray-Man: Jasdevi My hero Academia: Himiko Toga, Oboro Shirakumo Case Study of Vanitas: Dominique deSade, Dante Pandora Hearts: Echo & Noise Baskerville

as fractured by Wrennly

carrd | Annie | Pieck | Ymir | Rebecca | Lucy | Minatsuki | Toto | Yosuga | Jasdevi| Dante | Echo/Noise

@theyvefallen ( multi-OC original lore multi-muse [ if not here, then I'm there ] )

this post also doubles as a permanent starter / shipping call. like it and I'll know you're always up for writing, random starters, asks, IMs, etc

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I think my brain is rotting in places, I think my heart is ready to die.

Summary: A Finnick Odair character study type piece. Finnick’s purpose was to be their starter, main course, and dessert. They pulled him into pieces starting with the entrées and worked their way through the menu so long as it meant they could taste him on their tongues for a split-second more. Carved up and torn apart. Meat falling straight off the bone with a single bite. He melted in their mouth like the most sought after cuts of steak.

Warnings: Typical canon typical Finnick backstory is implied (underage forced prostitution/abuse, etc).

Word Count: 1307 It's on AO3 -> Here

It had been weeks since the arena. Since it all went to shit. It had been weeks since Mags had been murdered by the Capitol in that glorified snow globe shaped rat trap, the woman that was a second mother to him from the moment he entered the games at fourteen as her mentee. It had been weeks since they’d captured Johanna from the arena. Weeks since they’d hijacked Peeta as well. It had been weeks since that autarch of a president had released the order to abduct Annie from their shared house by the coast. It had been weeks, and he was still sat in the medbay in District 13 tying knots with a length of rope that was shorter than his forearm because the nurses were worried he’d jump at the chance to hang himself should it be any longer. He’d nearly tried when he’d been told about Annie’s abduction. And for the first time in his life he wished for nothing more than for her to be dead.

Finnick had hoped and prayed to any God that was listening that his dear, beloved Annie was as dead as Mags, because death was far kinder, far more merciful, than the things that Snow would do to her. The Hunger Games had already consumed her. Borderline destroyed her. She had fought every single day to get her feet back on solid ground since then, and Finnick was in awe of her because of it. But being held captive by them? He didn’t know how long she would be able to last. He refused to give up on her, if there was even a chance that she was alive he would be on the frontlines to get her out. If she wasn’t, all he could do was hope that it was a quick and painless death.

Finnick wished he could be selfish enough to go through with killing himself. That he could do what so many other people did once they’d hit what looked like rock bottom. To take just one more step off of the cliffs and tumble into the crashing waves below, like a stone thrown into a lake just to disturb the water. But Finnick? When he first hit rock bottom, he’d just been handed a pickaxe and told to dig by the man that made sure he’d be permanently chipped and chiselled away at into a perfectly sculpted statue for every Capitol tourist to touch and marvel over. Just another attraction to satiate their constant addiction for more. To quell the consuming itch by grasping at whatever they could get their perfectly manicured hands on.

Artwork was all he’d ever been to them since he’d won his games. They saw him as a priceless artefact but he could feel like nothing but a poorly constructed hand puppet. A caricature. The people painted his portrait full of lust and desire; the masterpiece of a boy that was barely fifteen, destined to be sought after and craved like some forbidden fruit that was just barely ripe for the picking.

And when they declared him ripe enough, they tried to swallow him whole.

As soon as his ornate frame had been taken down from behind the red velvet barrier, he’d been auctioned up to the highest bidder for their own private displays. To brag their winnings at the claimed Victor and display him in their homes to those who knew how to handle the canvas without causing permanent damage to the paint. They could place him anywhere in the house and he’d be the central talking point. The feature that brought the room together and grabbed the attention of everyone that laid their greedy eyes on him. A carefully constructed centre piece at the heart of the banquet.

Finnick’s purpose was to be their starter, main course, and dessert. They pulled him into pieces starting with the entrées and worked their way through the menu so long as it meant they could taste him on their tongues for a split-second more. Carved up and torn apart. Meat falling straight off the bone with a single bite. He melted in their mouth like the most sought after cuts of steak. They bit into his skin and lavished in the blood that seeped from his veins, so perfect it refused to stain their too-white teeth a darkened crimson because he couldn’t mark them the way that they marked him.

Such a pedigree lapdog passed from one owner to another, well behaved enough to thank every single one of them for fixing their own jewelled collar around his neck. Only the best for their rented pet. To flaunt their wealth and say the words to have him lapping at their feet and performing tricks for a 'treat'. Tugging at his collar if his step faltered from their side, even just for a moment.

Finnick always felt his collar being tugged and tightened. The material always wrapped firmly around his throat. There was barely ever enough room for it to expand and give way with each inhale. The chafing grip rubbing at his skin fixed as a reminder that the hands of Snow would forever be frozen and wrapped around it. That all it took was one wrong move for the man to crush his windpipe like a crumpled piece of paper, useless after the pencil marked scribbles could no longer be erased. There was no fixing that. No fixing him.

He didn’t want to be fixed if it meant he could keep her safe though. The whole world could take his body, mind, and soul if it meant that Annie could be free from their grasp. They could string him up by his hands and feet, skin him alive, pull his nails and teeth. They could throw him back into that arena day in and day out if it meant that Annie could continue to recover soundly in District 4 for the remainder of her days.

When he’d been picked up from the arena he thought for a moment that maybe, just maybe, he would’ve been given the chance to turn himself into someone he could live with. Someone he could look at in the mirror and identify with. Or just recognise. That he could be the person he saw in the salty reflection of rockpools crouched beside Annie. That he could live as the man he was, not the spectacle the people saw him as.

But as soon as Finnick had stepped foot into the stale charnel house of District 13, as soon as he’d been forced into the presence of Alma Coin, he knew that this life would be no different for him.

Just another four letters. Just another last name with four letters that would continue to hold him and the collar he wore. He saw the hunger in her eyes the way he saw it in the Capitol’s people. The drive, the cruelty, the itch that had to be scratched. He saw the secrets she was hiding beneath her pearled white smile, and he saw the same ice that would bite behind it. He watched the cogs turn in her head as she catalogued each of the Victors that stepped off of the aircraft. Ways she could keep them in line. Methods that allowed her to maintain absolute control. The endless possibilities that could arise by using Annie and Johanna against him, should they ever be reunited in this life again.

Coin was going to sink her teeth into him and bleed him dry under the label of martyrdom, just as she would do to Katniss as soon as she could. The woman would stand by and use the seventeen year old for the people, just as Snow had done with Finnick, and he’d be damned if he just stood there to watch it happen.

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[bannannie]

@lovedquin ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

brows furrowed, prompting deep lines on annie's forehead, as confused eyes danced across the screen in front of her. what seemed like an endless stream of texts from ruby and her sister popped up on the group text chain in front of her, none of them sparking any sort of response from the blonde. "you ever wonder why people don't just use a private text?" she asked, speaking out loud thoughts that danced through her mind. "like, if i'm not into whatever nonsense you're talking about, maybe don't blow my phone up on the group text about it, you know?"

[destielfanfic]

Destiel Fic Starter Pack

Never watched Supernatural but wondering what all the hype is about? Then this is the post for you. If you have been on tumblr for some time or just from November 5, 2020, you may have seen a gif set or two or a hundred with destiel aka Dean and Castiel from Supernatural. @fandom​ even made a Destiel Is Canon post with short overview of basic facts! Are you interested but have no idea where to start? We know, we know. Life is hectic, 2020 is taxing and Supernatural has too many episodes to watch. 15 seasons and 327 episodes to be precise but who’s counting? Say no more, we got your back, fam!  You don’t need to have ever watched SPN to enjoy the fics on this rec post.

For fans who have never watched SPN, some basic facts - 1x01 starts with Dean Winchester (26 yo) professional monster hunter, picking up his brother Sam (22 yo), student at Stanford, and going on a one off monster hunt. For the next 3 seasons they travel around the country in their black Impala 67 hunting monsters, saving people. Castiel, Angel of the Lord and the multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent, arrives in 4x01.The rest is shipping history. Check this 36 min YT video, The Story of Dean and Castiel  by deansbansee with all the best destiel scenes from S4-15. And now, fics!

All title links go to our fully tagged reviews.

1. If you want to read fics that are set in Supernatural universe but are not canon specific, your best bet is pre season 4 (our tag) and solo hunter Dean (our tag) fics where young Dean meets Castiel differently from the show, and fics that are very loosely tied to a specific season. And, if you’ll decide to watch the show later, you still won’t be spoiled!

A Distant Mirror by zatnikatel [NC-17, 14,700 word count, time travel, humor, smut, posted 2013]

Ad Astra - latin; “to the stars” by nhixxie [T, 17,400 word count, Castiel is a Star, posted 2013]

Broadway Musical by Griftings [M, 12,400 word count, humor, Heavenly Host, posted 2014]

Carnival Oasis series by violue [NC-17, 47,000 word count, 10 works, creature!cas, posted 2016-20]

Convenient Husbands by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 39,000 word count, garuda!cas, hurt comfort, posted 2012]

Do What Feels Good by catchclaw & cymbalism [NC-17, 12,500 word count, smut smut smut, posted 2014]

Everyone Is Trying to Get to the Bar by balder12 [NC-17, 8,400 word count, true form!cas, posted 2012]

Good One’s Gonna Be by remmyme [NC-17, 37,000 word count, professor Cas, posted 2017]

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous by zoemathemata [NC-17, 58,000 word count, FBI agent Cas, posted 2012]

Professional Couple Only by saltyfeathers [M, 37,000 word count, pretend boyfriends on a case, posted 2015]

The Request by cloudyjenn [T, 36,000 word count, wing!fic, posted 2012]

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircase [M, 47,000 word count, student Cas, posted 2016]

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon [NC-17, 8,600 word count, fluff, posted 2014]

2. If you don’t want to bother with Supernatural canon at all, then you are still in for a treat. With 92,500 fics (December 12, 2020) and counting, destiel is currently the biggest ship on AO3. Destiel fics cover a lot of popular tropes and kinks but some are more popular than others among destiel fans. Angst, miscommunication, exploration of Dean’s low self esteem, Cas’s rusty people skills and general otherness are a staple of AU fics. But also exploration of one’s sexuality - internalized homophobia, coming out, bisexuality and asexuality are common themes.

All the Way by cadignan [NC-17, 81,000 word count, college AU, posted 2013]

Cinderwings by bendingsignpost [M, 182,000 word count, wing!fic, masquerade ball, posted 2017]

Kiss the Baker by ltleflrt [NC-17, 111,000 word count, rom com, posted 2015]

Not Part of the Plan by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 338,000 word count, 8 works, arranged marriage, posted 2013-18]

Oh What A Beautiful City by moosefeels [M, 27,200, a/b/o, omega Cas, arranged marriage, posted  2014]

Passing Ships by quiettewandering [M, 78,000 word count, not traditional soulmate AU, posted 2017]

Peace and Good Luck To All Men by kismetjeska [T, 32,400 word count, humor, Xmas fic, posted 2013]

The Return Policy by castielrisingabove [M, 32,500 word count, incubus!dean, ace witch!cas, posted 2018]

The Sawdust Men by linoresearch [NC-17, 123,000 word count, dystopian angst, posted 2014]

Scars by lemonsorbae [NC-17, 148,000 word count, young adults - punk!dean, nerd!cas, posted 2018]

Three Funerals and a Wedding by engaldnwouldfall [M, 25,300 word count, friends to lovers, LARPing, posted 2016]

True as It Can Be by whelvenwings [NC-17, 72,000 word count, modern retelling of Beauty and the Beast, posted 2016]

Unsolicited verse by dangerousnotbroken [NC-17, 68,700 word count, 5 works, posted 2016-18, smut smut smut]

Unwritten by porcupinegirl [NC-17, 75,800 word count, a/b/o, alpha/alpha pairing, posted 2015]

3. Lastly, for all fans who watched SPN finale and were left with a raging wtf was that? feeling, here’s 4 fics where Dean and Cas did a better job at restoring Heaven and 2 fics where living with disability was not the end of the world.

The Dance of Inanna by peppermintwind [NC-17, 106,000 word count, humor and adventures, posted 2012]

The Five People You Meet in Heaven by amarillogrande [M, 22,200 word count, Dean arrives in Heaven and meets his loved ones, posted  2014]

Holy!Dean Verse by bunnycaccool [NC-17, 120,300 word count, 5 works, very Dean centric, posted 2011-15]

These Are Not Real Problems by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 30,500 word count, post godstiel Cas arrives in Heaven, posted 2011]

The Breath Of All Things by kismetjeska [T, 65,400 word count, Dean in a wheelchair, posted 2013]

Kingdom Come by cheesewithmy [M/NC-17, 97,700 word count, Dean has a prosthetic arm, posted 2014]

4. Other fun things to check out. Destielfanfic has been a part of destiel community since 2012, and while we used to be much more active (see this post), we are still kicking around. Please visit our Tags Page and explore all the goodies there. We even have separate tags for every season so you can avoid spoilers when necessary. Some useful links:

Tags Page 

ask about iconic destiel fics for folks who just joined fandom

thematic fic rec lists with art (college, creatures, a/b/o, Hogwarts, Christmas - you name it, we have it)

check out our Pride posts for more fics that explore sexuality  - Pride 2017, Pride 2018, Pride 2019 and Pride 2020.

Still can’t decide which destiel fic to read? Try this brand new random fic generator created by @deanwinchestergender​  (not affiliated with DFF) or try Random button on our blog - top right corner and the sidebar (see this post )

also, check out the latest destiel fanart at our sister blog  @destielfanworks​ - Cas with rainbow wings can be found on #cas with wings tag and fanart that was created after 15x18 can be found on #destiel 2020 and #theysilencedyou tags, we also have a general #season 15 tag.

and here’s another destiel fic rec list for new fans by a destiel fic writer and a long time contributor to our blog, our friend  @no-gorms​ aka Annie D (scaramouche)

And last but not least. Thank you, Elena, @purgatory-jar​, for letting us to use your beautiful art! Link to the original art post. 

If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos!  Please support artists by Liking and Reblogging their art posts! And if you found our recs useful, let us know by Liking and/or Reblogging our posts!

To our new followers - our anon is switched off for good but we are happy to answer your fic related asks privately. Don’t be shy and tell us which destiel fic made you into a shipper. We may even make a rec post if we get enough fic suggestions!

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annie & riley ( @hiddenpxpercuts )

"can I bother you for a second?" she asked, turning to the other. "I need an outsider perspective on this design - I don't know if I've just been looking at it for too long or if I do like it,"

[infcinity]

annie & hallie ( @tragcdysewn )

"who the bloody hell are you and why do you have my face?" annie demanded, looking at the other. that wasn't something on her bingo card for the day - to find someone who was identical to her.

[qvartzmoons-a]

ANNIE'S HANDS SHOOK when her father forced her to fight him. over and over, to continue kicking and sparring with him for hours nonstop. and he wasn't her real father, either, no; that man didn't want her.

BUT HE DID. ( why? )

BECAUSE HE KNEW THE WARRIOR UNIT WAS MADE FOR HER; she bent and broke herself in half to fit ( this... entangling of the spine, separating itself from the ribs ). Annie tried so hard to live up to his lessons so when, WHEN will she be good enough?

Annie is shaky hands and balled fists. spitting out blood and bared teeth. calm seas but a broil below. the hand reaching out of a wolf's mouth.

Annie never learned softness; she was told softness is weakness in their world. and gods, were they right -- softness led to death. softness was dangerous. only the bravest could be soft ( and she wasn't brave enough ).

so when she saw him in all his glory, Annie is taken aback. she cannot hold her breath for that long, for as long as he waited for her to return to the mortal realm.

Armin was gentle, Armin was kind. he probably gave her butterflies, lying alone in the crystal, biding her time between half-life and death. maybe she wanted to wake up in a better future ( one with him ). maybe she wanted it all to be over.

"Armin..." her voice trails off, uneasy tone in her voice. she was reaching, clinging, desperate. she was nothing more than half land and sea, half Marleyan and half Eldian.

"do.. you believe this world is worth saving?"

@worldhell for a private AnnieArmin starter / musing ??

[mastermicd-arch]

hello i’ve had a play around with my muse list so how about a starter call for the new ones that have made an appearance? please specify who you’d want it from (and for if you’re a multi).      ANNIE EDISON of community      AARON HOTCHNER of criminal minds       DEREK MORGAN of criminal minds       JENNIFER ‘JJ’ JAREAU of criminal minds       PENELOPE GARCIA of criminal minds       SAMANTHA GRIFFITH of good sam      ADDISON MONTGOMERY of greys anatomy / private practice (not new this time but idc)     ABBY WHELAN of scandal

feel free to ask for starters from others on the big muse list too but these are the newbies so! obligatory fuck to stay out of the tags x

[quinneths]

         OVERVIEW

NAME: quinn morrison AGE: twenty two GENDER: cis woman PRONOUNS: she / her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: seemingly straight, hasn’t actually confirmed or denied anything ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic HEIGHT: 5′3″ and she hates it NATIONALITY: american CURRENT RESIDENCE: her own apartment not far from campus MBTI: intj-t ZODIAC SIGN: cancer MAJOR: pre-med HOBBIES: violin, orchestra, volleyball, baking, knitting, judging SKILLS: organising anything, always has a spare pen, mental arithmetic, makes a great coffee, conversation starter, steady hands, quick reflexes, figure skater, touch typist, speed knitter LANGUAGES: this is quinn’s academic achilles heel, she has basic latin SCARS: none TATTOOS: see her naked and find out TAKES MEDICATION: yes NICKNAMES: quinneth (like kenneth), Q TROPE: the teacher’s pet ADDITIONAL TROPES: here BIRTHDAY: 14th of july, 2000 STAR CHART: here DEGREE: pre-med YEAR: sophomore EXTRACURRICULARS: women’s volleyball captain, sophomore class board, first chair violin in the orchestra, vp of recruitment at tri delt RELATIONS AT OGDEN: the morrison family SIBLINGS: one older paternal half brother, blake jr., one younger sister, slater PARENTS: blake and sade morrison HOMETOWN: noho, manhattan, ny AESTHETIC: a mix of vibrant and pastel academia POSITIVE TRAITS: driven, clever and romantic NEGATIVE TRAITS: stressed, critical and envious INSPIRATION: spencer hastings (pretty little liars) annie edison (community) amy santiago (brooklyn 99) lisa simpson (the simpsons) jal fazer (skins) hermione granger (harry potter series) PINTEREST: here

         QUINN IN THE KITCHEN...

FAVOURITE FOOD: cinnamon buns

GOOD AT COOKING: yes

HOW SO: baking was how she bonded with her mother

LEAVES THE DISHES OUT:  absolutely not

FOOD IN THEIR FRIDGE: vegan protein snacks, eggs, suspiciously organised tupperware, cold brew, milk

DO THEY GET TAKE OUT OFTEN: yes, when it comes to main meals/savoury food she eats out

         LIVING ROOM...

SPENDS THE WEEKENDS: studying as much as she can, duh

WHAT KIND OF MOVIES DO THEY WATCH: she's a sucker for old disney

WHAT DO THEY DO WITH FRIENDS: be the mom of the group mostly

FAVOURITE PASTTIME: knitting / crochet

FAVOURITE TV SHOW: botched

         BATHROOM...

PREPARES IN THE MORNING: wake up with the sun, shower, meditate, coffee

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: she hums

PRODUCTS SMELL LIKE: oranges and cinnamon

ARE THEY CLEAN: yes, though she has been known to let it slip in exam season

TOWELS: pink cotton with a high thread count

         BEDROOM...

SLEEPS: on her back within a strict schedule for eight hours (because even rest can be perfected)

PJS: usually a matching silk camisole and shorts two piece

SOCKS WHILE SLEEPING: yes, knitted ones she makes

DREAMS: barely remembers them

TIDY: yes but she has a housekeeper

ARE THEY AFFECTIONATE: yes

         ATTIC...

WHAT ARE THEY AFRAID OF: being ignored, shame, clowns

BAD MEMORIES: tucked away, hidden and denied

ROLE IN A HORROR MOVIE: the sensible expert who dies in the sequel

HOW DO THEY HIDE THEIR SECRETS: by being the cliché everyone expects

         QUINN'S CHILDHOOD & FAMILY

quinn was born at the height of summer in an exclusive new york private hospital, the first child of her parents' new marriage. she was planned perfectly; exactly eleven months after their wedding ceremony. she has always got on with her mother, both equally studious and stubborn. her father, on the other hand, wanted another son and has never been afraid to make that clear. the spare to the heir, if you will. his first son to his first wife is the apple of his eye. even named after him. this is where quinn's endless need for approval started. it was a stable home but she has never felt like she was enough. several digits of trust fund has made no difference.

           QUINN'S RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER

they were shoved together from the start, being so close in age. it was like the wider family wanted them to be surrogate sisters. this started off great, when their life was simpler, a close childhood bond of two girls with the world at their feet. but as hormones hit, so did resentments. greer became popular and beloved. quinn stayed scholarly and rigid. she worked hard for every piece of credit she got while her cousin just had to smile and bat her lashes. on the outside, they've always been friendly. family is family and nobody fakes it up for the public like the morrison's do. any fight that's happened has been quickly hushed. those who know them better, though, have seen the pointed knives sheathed between honeyed words.

         FACTS

almost always has her nose in a book when alone

the only thing more important than the grind is being the best at it

travelled before enrolling in college

top grades, high achiever, chases knowledge

peak girly

obsessive note taker and stationary collector

fuelled by nootropic mushroom coffee and vegan protein snacks

needs approval like plants need water

second-in-command syndrome

secretly leaves pencil annotations and cute notes in library books

the notion app rules her life

being a morrison, she has money to burn

cooks and bakes to unwind

falls asleep to nature documentaries

         QUINN’S BIOGRAPHY ※ QUINN’S PLAYLIST

OOC

annie, 26, gmt. she/they. no triggers.

[lemonluvgirl]

Smut sentence starters 10 and 17 please!! 😍

#10. “Please don’t stop.” & #17 “Yeah? You like that?” 

Katniss had started taking this private cooking class on a whim. 

She got the idea when she moved out of her shared apartment and got her own place after graduating from college. 

Living on her own for the first time in her life made her realize something about herself. 

She was 25 for chrissakes, and still didn’t know how to properly cook anything that didn’t come out of a box. Annie and Johanna had always cooked when the three of them lived together and Katniss had always done the less appealing jobs around the apartment like changing the light bulbs, and taking out the trash.

 But now that she was living alone it was time for her to stop ordering take out and finally buckle down and learn to fend for herself in the kitchen. Her wallet and waistline were starting to protest all the fast food. 

So that’s how she found herself signing up for a cooking class with a private chef. She made good money as an accountant for a well-to-do local law firm, and looked at the class as an investment in her future that would save her money in the long run, and had decided she would rather learn one-on-one than in a group setting. 

What she had not been expecting was that her teacher could be so hot that is was constantly a distraction every time she showed up for class. 

Peeta Mellark was a certified chef and had graduated from a fancy culinary school and everything (Some school with a french sounding name, Escoffier, or something like that). He was patient, easy to get along with, and a very attentive teacher. 

He was also hotter than sin, and it wasn’t fair that he worked cooking and tasting delicious food all day and still looked like a GQ model. 

Shouldn’t all chefs be a little bit overweight? I mean, come on. Why couldn’t he look like Guy Fieri from Diner’s Drive-Ins and Dives? 

But no, Peeta was trim and fit, with broad shoulders and muscular arms and a disgustingly tight ass that distracted her to no end when he bent down to open the oven door to their classroom kitchen. 

Katniss had burned three entrees, under cooked a whole slew of chicken appetizers, and dropped so many plates by the 4th week of her class that she was considering dropping. 

She wasn’t learning anything. She was just lusting over her teacher and making a fool of herself every week. 

But when she mentioned discontinuing the class Peeta had been adamant that he wouldn’t let her quit. 

“We’re in this together Katniss. I’m not gonna let you fail. Trust me okay?” He told her, pinning her with a serious and almost fiery gaze from his unbelievably handsome blue eyes. 

Katniss doubted she could improve but she didn’t have the guts to break Peeta’s optimism completely. 

The next time they got together for a class the prep-table was noticeably sparse. She saw only a container of flour, a container of active dry yeast, a container of water, and a small bowl of what looked to be salt. 

“What’s this?” Katniss asked, surprised to see he had done away with his stockpile of exotic ingredients and gourmet spices. 

“We’re going to do something simple today. I’m going to teach you how to make homemade bread.” Peeta informed her in a no-nonsense tone. 

Despite Peeta’s assurances that it would be extremely easy, Katniss was still nervous. But Peeta being Peeta told her he would be there to help her every step of the way. 

And he was. He patiently explained the measuring process. He diligently guided her through how to make a “well” after incorporating the dry ingredients as she was adding the wet ingredients. 

He placed his own hands over hers and showed her how to dig out a little circle in the bottom of the mixing bowl. Katniss felt breathless and nervous and extremely turned on by the proximity of his sturdy body and the smell of his skin. Which reminded her of clean man and kitchen spices. 

Soon they had to let the dough rise, and Katniss felt disappointed by the loss of contact. But Peeta surprised her by suggesting they chat and get to know each other while they waited. 

She told him about growing up with her alcoholic uncle after her family died in a horrific car accident when she was 11, how she worked hard all throughout college to graduate with honors and get scouted to work for one of the best companies in the city. 

Kantiss learned he was the youngest of three brothers and his parents had thought him insane when he first told them he wanted to go to culinary school. 

“Why?” Katniss asked in disbelief. Anyone seeing Peeta in the kitchen could tell he was completely in his element. He seemed like he was born to be a great chef. 

“I actually had to turn down a full athletic scholarship to a major university. The same university my dad and my brothers all went to.” Peeta told her candidly. 

“Wow. So a master chef and a sports prodigy. Is there anything you’re not good at? Besides teaching me how to cook?” Katniss joked but Peeta pursed his lips disapprovingly in response before replying. 

“Sports was more my brothers’ deals. I played out of obligation, not because I was passionate about it. So, maybe I was good enough to get an offer of scholarship but I would have done a disservice to everyone by accepting an offer that my heart wasn’t in. As for not being good at things, well I can think of quite a few goals I’ve fallen short in of late. And they have nothing whatsoever to do with the progress you’ve made in the kitchen. Katniss I don’t know if you realize this but you’ve come a long way from where you started. You didn’t even know how to properly chop vegetables when we began our class. And now? You’re a pro at not only that but at converting measurements, remembering recipes, and you memorized the health codes manual in like a day. You’re doing great ok? Trust me when I say that.” Peeta told her as he laid one large hand on her forearm and gave it a light squeeze. 

Katniss wanted to argue that all of the things he mentioned had nothing to do with actual cooking (except maybe cutting vegetables) but she found she couldn’t speak when he was so close to her, touching her so gently, and looking down at her with such an endearing expression. 

Damn him. She knew she wouldn’t be able to maintain her calm demeanor if he kept doing things like that. 

She swallowed and looked away, trying to reorient herself and focus on the conversation. 

“You’re a great teacher. You’d probably still teach me even if I burned your restaurant to the ground. You’re just too nice Peeta. You’ve probably never met a lost cause you didn’t want to champion.” She muttered the last part but it seemed he picked up on it anyway. 

“You are NOT a lost cause.” Peeta told her fiercely and the tone in his voice, not to mention the look in his eyes erased any smart alecky comeback she could have thought of on the spot. 

She blinked at him, speechless for a moment, wondering why he had such a strong reaction to her words. She wondered absentmindedly if that was how he looked getting worked up when he was angry, or aroused. 

She licked her lips involuntarily and Peeta’s gaze dropped to her mouth and didn’t come back up for at least 3 seconds. 

Then he cleared his throat, and turned around walking over to the dough they had left rising and pronounced it was time to knead it. 

Katniss shook off the strange feeling she had before moving to join him. It was just her imagination that he seemed intrigued by her mouth right? 

Right? 

As if in answer to her silent question, Peeta puts his arms around her, caging her in his warmth, and grasping her hands in his to guide her when she half-heartedly try to knead the dough. 

“It needs a firm hand. Not too soft, but not too harsh either. Just…right.” He says and it's almost like a line from a porn movie, whispered in the space right beside Katniss’ ear. The exchange makes her shiver. She knows he can feel it, because his hold on her tightens. 

She feels his strong chest almost flush with her back, and even though he’s got his waist and hips tilted away from her, she can’t help imagining what he’d do if she backed into him just a bit. 

“Just right? Is that even a quantifiable term? How am I going to know how to do this without your help if you’re so vague?” Katniss told him nervously. 

“It's less about quantifying or replicating a technique exactly than it is about the feeling. The muscle memory. Close your eyes and just let yourself feel, Katniss.” Peeta said in a husky voice that made warmth pool low in her stomach and had her clenching some muscles that were decidedly of no use to her while trying to cook. 

“Ok. I’ll try.” She replied on a shaky exhale, closing her eyes as he instructed her and trying to tune everything else out but the motions of their hands, the feeling of the tacky dough underneath her fingers and the unexpected sensation of security got with him pressed against her. 

The rhythm of their hands was hypnotic to her and the warmth of his breath on her neck felt divine. She wanted him to suck on her skin, to bite her, to taste and nibble and dig his fingers into her flesh hard enough to bruise so that she could feel the desire in his fingertips. 

“Feel it now?” Peeta questioned and Kantiss inhaled and held her breath, slightly thrown out of the fantasy. 

“Maybe, I think.” She replied, slightly dizzy, drunk almost with the heady feeling of his touch. 

“Do you want to try kneading it on your own?” He asked in a gruff voice, an octave lower than his usual speaking tone. 

She shook her head frantically. 

“Please don’t stop. I need you. And your hands.”  Katniss said, her words muddled and the double meaning behind them mixing with a strange pleading note that she didn’t even recognize in herself. 

“Yeah? You like that? Does it feel…good?” He asked low and gravelly and Kantiss bit her lip before nodding her head and turning to glance at his face. 

When she saw his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils, not to mention the way he was biting his lower lip, she knew. 

Obviously he was sending her some strong signals now.  He wouldn’t get that close or say these kinds of things to her unless he had something other than baking on his mind.

 She hoped.

“Peeta,” Katniss said, gazing up at him from over her shoulder, wondering if he would take the last step and put us both out of our misery and close the distance between our lips. 

Her entire body felt like a live wire and Peeta was the charge that was feeding her every time they made contact. But instead of kissing her he slowly and it seemed regretfully pulled away before things could escalate, telling Katniss he thought the dough was ready to bake. 

Katniss was a little stunned by his quick turnaround and she wondered belatedly if she had done something to make him back off. But she couldn't think of anything, except maybe the whole student/teacher thing. Peeta struck her as someone who took his profession seriously and maybe he just wasn’t comfortable making a move on someone who was technically his pupil and was paying to learn from him. 

 So Kantiss silently followed his instructions for how to prepare the baking pan the dough would go in. 

After they put the pan in the oven,  Katniss decided to push the envelope a bit and test the waters between them. She didn’t want to leave the question of his attraction to her unanswered and she was pretty sure she wasn’t the only one who felt something when we were working together a minute ago. 

“So you really think I can still pass this course?” Kantiss asked, aiming for a more low stakes question to start out with. 

“I do. I have complete faith in you Katniss. You’re a hard worker. As long as you don’t quit I know you’ll eventually gain enough skills to be considered a great cook.” Peeta said, blowing out a breath and giving her a smile that was slightly shaky. 

Katniss bit her lip in uncertainty. She wasn’t sure if she was still invested in this class because she wanted to learn how to cook or because she didn’t want to stop spending time with Peeta. What she did know is that she wanted to find out if he felt the same way she did. 

“Well, I haven’t managed to not burn or undercook anything yet.” She said with a slight chuckle. 

“Let’s just see how you do today, why don’t we?” Peeta told her as he drummed his fingers nervously on the counter. 

“And if I succeed in not ruining the bread?” She asks him, taking a step closer and looking into his eyes, issuing a silent challenge. 

“If you succeed, then I won’t be surprised in the least.” Peeta said evenly looking at the oven and away from her penetrating gray stare. 

“Don’t you think I should get a prize or something?” Katniss asked, taking another small step towards him until they were standing just a foot apart. Close enough to touch. 

“Um, sure. I guess. What do you want?” Peeta asked, a hint of nervousness breaking through in his voice. 

You. Naked. Taking me against the the counter. Katniss thought immediately but instead she said, “How about dinner?” 

“Dinner? As in, you and me?” Peeta asked in surprise. 

“Sure. I eat. You eat. We’ve got that in common. So, yeah. Let’s grab dinner after class tonight.” Katniss replied, in a slightly stilted manner but she managed to get the words out. 

She smiled inwardly, proud of herself. It was the first time she ever asked a guy out. And she thought she had done a decent job of it. 

“I guess that would be cool, I mean if that’s what you want.” Peeta said, one large hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck in an adorably bashful manner. 

Katniss cast him an incredulous look. She wouldn’t have asked if she didn’t mean it. 

“Yeah, that’s something I’d want.” Katniss replied confidently. 

But the words Peeta said next drained every drop of positivity from her entire body. 

“Ok, but it would have to be just as friends, because I have a girlfriend.” Peeta said, looking down at his feet, unable to meet her eyes. 

Katniss felt like the air was knocked out of her lungs when he said the word girlfriend. She was left gaping at him, wide eyed and shell-shocked. He still wouldn’t look at her. 

Distantly she heard a high trilling noise. 

“That’s the timer, looks like the bread is ready.” Peeta said quietly, breaking the unbearably uncomfortable silence. 

Still Katniss didn’t respond. 

“Do you want me to get it?” Peeta asked after what seemed like forever. 

When she continued to stare at him incredulously Peeta turned away to avoid it. 

He quickly and expertly opened the oven and pulled out the bread. It was golden brown and perfectly risen. It smelled like perfection.  

“You did it Katniss. I’m so proud of you.” Peeta said, trying to infuse his praise with as much genuine enthusiasm as he could. 

But when he looked up to see Katniss’ reaction he almost recoiled from the accusing look in her eyes. 

She didn’t move even an inch closer to inspect the first thing she successfully cooked from scratch in over a month. She just continued to stare Peeta down. 

And he had no idea what to do or say. 

“So, um, where did you want me to take you? To you know, celebrate?” Peeta asked as he placed the loaf on a wire rack to cool. 

“Actually, I just remembered I need to get up early tomorrow.” She said, turning away from him quickly and striding over to where she hung her purse and coat. 

‘What? But-I mean…wait!” Peeta floundered, trying desperately to find the words that would salvage this conversation. 

He was an idiot, and a jerk, and he couldn’t let her walk out like this.

“I really have to go.” Katniss said, and the words were close to hiss. 

“Don’t you even want your bread? It’ll be cool soon.” Peeta asked lamely, gesturing to the bread cooling on the rack. 

“No thanks, this experience has been enlightening enough.” Katniss punctuated the words angrily, as she threw on her coat and purse in a hurry and rushed out of the room. 

Peeta was left standing in the middle of the kitchen, fisting his golden curls, wondering how he ever let this all get so out of hand. 

[erensproudsimp]

Work out

Armin Arlert x reader Oneshot

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : I woke up, thought of gym sex and wrote it

Word Count : 2.3k

"Come on y/n, going to the gym is not that bad plus Mikasa would be joining us too", Annie encouraged you.

"Working out seems so much of trouble that I certainly don't want to partake as I'd rather spend my energy to binge watch anime", you replied flatly eyes not moving away from your phone.

Snatching your phone Annie said with a serious face, "Y/n how do you expect to pull any of your anime crushes looking like a potato? "

"Hey! Give me my phone back and even if I do look like a potato Sasha would love me and don't bring my husbands in this topic!" you ran after her to retrieve your phone.

"Alright then, I'll pay you a KFC meal if you come for one day to at least try it out", Annie suggested.

"I don't know why you're so adamant about taking me to the gym but if there's free food involved, I'm in", you gave in.

"I just want you to stay fit you know and we're starting tomorrow so go to sleep", your roommate said preparing her gym bag.

"Whaaat nooo", you complained unaware of the impact that a stranger you're going to meet will have have on you.

The next morning both Annie and you hopped into Mikasa's car to go to the private gym owned by Mikasa's family and family friends.

"That's actually a relief to be able to work out without fearing strangers looking at you", you reassured yourself.

"Yeah it's gonna be really comfortable and I also would like to introduce you to some of my friends y/n, I know you're gonna like them", Mikasa added.

"Well can't say I'm not excited to meet them", you replied looking at your phone reading a fanfiction.

Couple of minutes later you reached your destination. From the outside the building looked very modern with transparent glasses through which you could see the inside and barely any life around made the place peaceful.

When you went inside, Mikasa took you both to the changing room where you left your stuff on the shelf to change your outfit.

Putting your towel on your shoulders followed by Annie, Mikasa led the way to her friends who were lifting weights.

"Hey guys", Mikasa said to get their attention, "This is y/n and Annie and this is Eren and Armin", she said pointing at each person respectively.

"Pleasure to meet you two", Armin said as Eren nodded with him.

You swore that the moment you saw the blonde boy, your heart skipped a beat. He was so effortlessly gorgeous.

"Same here, hope to have a good gym buddy relation with you two", Annie replied as you were lost in your reflection. Snapping yourself from your thoughts, you agreed with her.

After that y'all left the boys to let them do their previous activities and went to train yourselves. With your unfit body you were tired from the first exercise itself and was laying on the ground trying to catch your breath.

You failed to understand how could Mikasa and Annie keep going but you were not going to give up and decided to look at it as a new challenge for yourself.

Picking yourself up, you went to do something easy as a starter which was skipping ropes.

Little did you know that the blonde guy had been sneaking peeks at you from time to time smiling to himself.

One hour later, everyone decided to take a break to refuel their energy.

"So, what are we going to eat", you questioned.

" Why not soup? I've been craving miso soup for a while," Armin proposed, everyone settling on soup.

Getting into the car, Eren drove us to the nearest fast food restaurant. Inside you sat between Annie and Armin. Filled with anxiety of Armin being so close to you, you fidgeted with your hands to keep yourself stable. Armin noticed your restlessness and asked if you were okay but you couldn't possibly tell him that you were crushing hard on him so you just replied with a 'I'm fine' and concentrated on your food.

"What are your majors?" Eren asked you and Annie to make conversation.

"I am doing engineering and y/n's an art student explaining why she's so lazy", Annie responded.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Annie, I am not lazy", you said passive-aggressively looking at Annie with murder in your eyes.

"Says the girl who could barely run to take her phone from me yesterday", she coughed smirking.

"No- I - bye-", you stammered making Armin erupt into a fits of laughter. His laugh gave the impression as though angels came down on earth to bestow you with blessings which in this case was the cute sound of his voice. You didn't realise that you were staring at him until Armin spoke, "Is there something on my face?"

"Yes," you said casually swipping the little ketchup stain near his mouth with a tissue. His cheeks were a light pink colour because of your action and he thanked the heavens for not letting his friends noticing what just happened.

"Th-thank you", he bashfully thanked.

"Sure", you said looking away to hide your blush.

Finishing your meals, y'all returned to the gym to continue training then took your leave after two hours. Saying your byes to the boys, Mikasa gave you both a ride to your dorm.

Throwing your body on your bed you heaved a sigh of relief that you were able to survive this first day of going to the gym.

"Tired already y/n ? Too bad we're going to do this routine everyday", Annie commented.

"I guess time to fill the fridge with energy drinks", you jumped out of bed to buy bundles of different brands of said drink.

The only thing that would be keeping you going about working out was that you were able to see Armin everyday.

Due to your classes running late one day you reached the gym at 06 00 pm. Everyone was still there; you greeted them and went to use the treadmill. At around half past seven your friends were hungry and decided to go to a nearby takeout to bring food to the gym because you didn't want to come out of exhaustion.

"You guys go ahead, I would keep y/n company", Armin told them.

Soon you were left alone with Armin and not knowing what to say out of shyness you excused yourself to the bathroom.

There you freshened up yourself to make yourself look more presentable to your crush. Luck was in your stars as you were wearing leggings that gave your ass a nice curve with a matching colour sportsbra.

When you came out, you saw that Armin was missing. You assumed that he too went to the restroom and decided to do squats. A little while later the man indeed returned from the wc. His breath was caught in his throat when he saw you.

He came up to you and asked if you needed any help regarding your training.

"Actually I do, would you assist me in doing sit ups?" you requested.

"Yeah sure, I'll hold your shoes while you're doing them," Armin accepted.

Laying your body on the mat, you watched Armin going in front of you to your feet and held them down. You began to lift your body with your hands on the back of your head as you realised how close your faces were being when you were raised up. You never realised how broad his shoulders were until then and you gulped hard.

"How much do you plan on doing?" Armin asked.

"I'm setting a limit of thirty but let's see if I manage to exceed it." He nodded. Gosh, how does someone manage to look cute and hot at the same time?!

At your 15th sit-up you lifted up your body to make eye contact with him as you were with the previous sit-ups but this time it lasted longer because you stayed still. Both of you gazed into the eye of each other without saying a word your faces becoming closer. You didn't realise what you were doing. It wasn't long until both of your lips touched each other. When your senses were brought back to you, you pulled back so quickly. For a second you saw a frown on Armin's face.

"OMG! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do this, I swear," you apologized frenzily.

"It's okay, I don't mind at all," Armin just chuckled at your reaction. He came closer and tucked your hair to your ear.

"Have you ever realised how beautiful you were?" he whispered in your ear making all your blood rush to your head.

"I - I- mmph," you were cut off by Armin

colliding his mouth with yours. He sucked on your lower lip asking permission to let his tongue enter your mouth. You opened it a little only for him to stuck in his whole muscle.

You left out a small moan feeling his tongue roaming everywhere while his hand untied your hair and was playing with it.

He had the most tender lips that you ever felt in your life. Giving you a forehead kiss, he held your face in his hands stroking it with his thumb.

You crawled to sit on his lap as he continued to shower you with affection. His head pats were so gentle, you were melting under his touch. He bowed to gain access to your neck and gave it a subtle lick and then proceeded to find your sweet spot kissing you everywhere. A small mewl left your lips when he kissed a certain spot. The man was proud of himself to have found it and attacked it with hickeys. At this point you were shaking on his thighs and in his embrace.

Your hands reached the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off him. His sweaty body glowed in the light yet he looked so heavenly. You couldn't help but lick his collarbones leaving your saliva on his skin.

The fear of getting caught by your friends during this sinful moment turned you on.

Armin's hand gave your ass a tender squeeze before making you lay your whole body on the mat as he left a trail of kisses from your neck your stomach. He grabbed your waist to kiss your on your bellybutton.

"Is it okay if I remove it?" he said hinting at your leggings. You lifted your lower body to help him remove it and threw it away. He gave your core a kiss then carried you in bridal style to place you on the bench press.

He spread your legs and buried his face between them. You wouldn't have never expected such an innocent face to do such unholy things to your body in your life. He sucked your clit which sent electrics all throughout your body. He ate you out as though you were the most tastiest meal he's ever had. You crushed his head with your thighs but he didn't seem to mind that as he continued doing his job. You were pulling his hair so hard screaming his name making sure people passing nearby could hear how good he was making you feel.

His soft hands ran through your thighs making small circle motions on them to soothe you.

"Ar-Armin, I-,"

"It's okay love you can spill it on my face, I want every single drop down my throat," Armin panted.

What he said set off a trigger and the knot in your stomach snapped. All your juices went on Armin's face and he ensured to have swallowed everything.

He retreated away from your opening swipping your cum with his fingers and licking them off. While you were collecting your breath, Armin took off his sweatpants and let his hardened dick free.

"Do you mind if I -," he insinuated with his dick at your entrance.

"Please Armin don't hesitate," you were practically begging him. You expected him to slide it in but instead he was stroking your folds with his swollen member. This felt so good it sent you in a rollercoaster of immense pleasure. You could feel his veins pulsating against your own pulsating clit.

While he was caressing your cunt, his hands went to grab your boobs and fondled them.

His up and down motion continued as he was mixing his precum with your wetness.

Your overwhelming neediness pushed you to grind on him as he was moving so slowly. With instinct you lifted your hips as shivers were sent through your spine. Noticing this Armin picked up speed and with his hand rubbed your clit hard. He bent over to give you a kiss on your nose then to make out with you.

"Ah-ah, y/n-I'm going to cum," Armin moaned.

"Cum with me Armin," you breathed.

Suddenly he picked up more speed and thrusted faster. His dick was moving so quick on you, the lewd sound of your pussy's liquids filled the gym. Armin held your hands and intertwined your fingers. He let out a grunt as he came on your stomach and you on the bench.

He looked at you with such love in his eyes and reached out to wipe your tears and kissed your hands.

He fetched your leggings while he also cleaned the bench leaving no marks of this incident. Since your legs were shaking so much you could barely walk, Armin carried you to the bathroom.

After you went to pee, he made you sit on a stool and he tied your hair back in a ponytail. Hugging you from the back he asked, "Are you feeling okay now beautiful or do you need anything?"

"Water?" you replied.

"Anything for you," he went to fetch the requested item.

Just at that moment your friends returned.

You thanked the universe for not making them arrive while you were making love with Armin and you kept your cool acting as though nothing happened.

Thus, this was the start of a wonderful relationship.

End.

Thank you for reading. :)

[cooperhawkinshq]

What: closed starter for @gallagherxnolan​

 Where: The Bullpen at Vancouver Police Department, Monday, March 14th, 2022 sometime night

 Cooper had been going frantic. He had it. His journal. The one thing that kept Annie alive. The one thing that kept Cooper from keeping her memory alive. The journal. A journal. This one specifically though, he had talked to her a lot more than normal lately. He wasn't sure if it was because he was in a new city or if it was because he was really missing her. Of course Cooper missed his sister. There were moments in time and in his life where if he would trade places with Annie, then he would. She didn't deserve to pass so young but it was accident and accidents happen. Though it was engraved into his head that it wasn't an accident and that it was somehow his fault. That's what was in the journal. His conversations with his deceased sister and his thoughts, those dark thoughts that just played in the back of his mind. Taking a deep breath, Cooper ran his hands through his hair and yelled out for a moment in the bull pen "Has anyone seen a black journal? I have some notes in it for the case and i need them." Cooper lied, of course he lied. He was a liar, and a damn good one at that. "Shit." Cooper yelled through his teeth and then slammed the drawer to his desk closed shut making a loud noise. 

 He needed that journal. Cooper needed all that information, it was his and for his eyes only. This is what happened when he carried it around in public though. Normally Cooper didn't, well he did but only when Cooper was at a diner grabbing coffee and some food. Never did he have it at work and the man took a deep breath again. "Come on. I fucking need that journal!" Cooper said out loud but it sounded more like a plead, a beg and a cry. He was on the verge of tears. That was the only thing that kept Annie alive in his mind. The only thing that didn't block her out from his memory. "An---" Cooper almost said her name, and felt like he couldn't breathe. it was like he had almost lost the color of his skin and turned pale as a ghost. Cooper really needed that journal. Then Cooper looked up at Nolan Gallagher. The Private Investigator that Cooper always had a problem with.  He wasn’t sure why, but him and Nolan just didn’t get along and this gave Cooper another reason not to trust the guy. "Give that back. Please. Don't fucking touch my stuff." The people on his squad knew how Cooper was. He wasn't here to make friends, that's what almost broke him the last time. Making friends and falling in love. Cooper took a deep breath and looked at the other male "How the hell did you get this?" He asked with a bitey tone and rightfully so. Cooper licked his lips "Don't fucking touch my stuff."

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