you know how some singers have documentaries , and it's like scenes of them in the studio producing songs and it's Annie's album release dedicated to reader
a scene in the documentary shows reader visiting annie and bringing drinks and snacks
annie would be so excited and immediately goes to hug reader because she has been stressed with thinking of lyrics and she's just so happy reader is there
Annie being the type to hide her project from the reader until she got it perfect, making up all kinds of excuses on what the album is about.
Moment reader leaves the studio, Annie’s giddy and looking at the camera and going, “I apologize for lying but it’s better than spoiling the surprise for you, my love.”
cant stop thinking about how pieck would comfort you if you were crying. man i just want her to hold me 😭
Oh Pieck, she’s the sweetest, I really want to write more about her, truly an angel.
She gets so worried when she sees you crying, her soft features all scrunched up in worry and her eyes get glassy too (she just hates to see you suffer). To make you feel better Pieck would do anything, it starts with a hug. A tight hug, the type of hug that immediately makes you feel better. Her arms go under your shirt and she nuzzles her nose against your cheek she tightens her hold on you when she feels you hiccup and tremble. Its always gentle tho, filled with love.“shh, its okay baby,” she whispers so softly. She will give you so many kisses on your cheeks to clean the tears and on your trembling lips to make the shaking cease. At the end of the day she always finds a way to make you feel better.
Anyways Im about to go write a Pieck fic bye (I will post it sometime;)
Fluff: 26. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.”
Cw: None
“Babe?” you called from the spare room. “Come help me with this.” You stood back to admire your work. You had been repainting the wall and wanted a second opinion on the work you’d done.
Moments later, Hange was behind you, arms around your waist and their chin on your shoulder. “It looks amazing, darling,” Hange murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck.
You scoffed. “Oh, please. It’s a boring white wall. There is nothing amazing looking about it.” You relaxed back against them. “I just want to know if I missed any spots.”
Hange hummed in response and reluctantly looked up at the freshly painted wall. “It looks really good, babe.” they stepped up to the wall, gazing around it. “I think you missed a spot though.” They grinned, pressing their hand to the wall of wet paint in a spot you couldn’t see.
You frowned. “Really? Are you sure? I thought I got every-” You were stopped in your tracks as a wet hand came in contact with your face. You stood there, speechless, as Hange pulled back their hand, grinning victoriously at the white handprint against your cheek. “You did not just do that.” you gasped finally, glaring playfully at Hange who only shrugged.
“I told you, you missed a spot.” They placed their hand on the wet wall once more. “I never specified where.” This time you were ready. You ducked the first hand, moving to the bucket of paint and dunking your hand inside before leaping up again to smear fresh paint against the side of Hange’s face.
The brunette froze, hand in the air. They blinked slowly. “You’ve just declared war, my dear.” they declared, grabbing the paintbrush on the ladder and twirling it in their hand, small droplets of paint flying everywhere. “And I am not one to back down from a challenge.”
You giggled, grabbing the bucket of paint and dipping your hand into it once more. “Bring it on, commander!” you challenged.
Minutes later, the wall was definitely painted fully. You and Hange now sat on the plastic covering you had placed on the floor in case of dripping paint. You both were covered in white handprints and smears. Your clothes were just about soaked through with paint and your arms and faces were a mess.
Hange was the first to catch their breath. “I’d say I won that.” they declared, glancing over to you with a mischievous yet tired-out grin.
“I’d count it as a tie at best.” You rolled your eyes and looked over at them, noticing the paint that dripped from their chin. Their hair was a mess. It had shaken look from the ponytail and was now adorned with random white streaks here and there. Their glasses also sat atop their head, the lenses smeared with paint.
They looked amazing. Amazing was an understatement of course. They looked….gorgeous, handsome, beautiful. Better than words could describe. Never in a million years would you have thought you two would be together, living together, thinking about the future. You glanced down at the wedding ring on their finger.
“You alright, love?” Hange waved a hand in front of your lovestruck face. You blushed, blinking yourself back to reality.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.” You said, patting their hand. “I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.” Hange’s eyes met yours and their smile seemed to grow ten times wider. Falling back, they lay on their back, motioning for you to do the same. You joined them, your head on their chest.
“I tell myself the same thing every morning.” Hange admitted, intertwining their fingers with yours, a finger stroking the band of your wedding ring. “Every morning I wake up to your beautiful face and I think to myself...damn, I scored an angel.” You giggled at their words. You couldn’t deny how it made you feel though. Your stomach filled with butterflies and your heart swelled with love. Hange did make sure to treat you like an angel.
Hange continued. “Your the best partner I could ever ask for.” Their chest rumbled with a chuckle. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.” At this, you both chuckled. “Levi caught me once. He told me to hurry up and ask you out before some other moron did. You were very popular with people.”
You chuckled. “I was indeed. A lot of people asked me out, you know. I rejected them all because I was just waiting for the right moment to ask you out.”
Hange hugged you closer. “I’m glad you waited. I was a bit of an idiot for not getting the nerve to do it sooner.” You smiled, closing your eyes and pressing your cheek to their chest, not caring about the wet paint all over their clothes. You felt safe. Hange made you feel safe. Hange felt like home. Like heaven. If you were an angel, Hange was your heaven. And you never wanted to come down to earth.
I had so much fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it, anon!
Please part 2 of just friends 😭 like they meet again in the school reunion in the time skip 😭 anyway good jobs for the fic, its really hit my heart i love it 😭😭❤️❤️❤️
YES YES I will anon! Don’t worry 💖 Thank youuu, I feel kind of happy and kind o guilty, because I really wanted to make something more ✨emotional✨
Part 2 may take a little time,tho. I have some other ideas in mind that I want to share! Stay safe ❤️❤️❤️
after my tumblr phase ended i never really got a chance to revisit blogs and yet here I am back at yours! your works rlly got me thru the past few years and i remember and think of them fondly :( tysm for writing, hope you are doing well!
OMG YOURE SO SWEET 😭
yeah, I am doing well. I apologize to everyone for just suddenly vanishing off Tumblr.
I am alive everyone 👏 I am still a simp for Miss Annie.
I made this account to come out of my comfort zone in writing and created probably the best little community I had during that time. I thank everyone who stuck around even when I was gone and I thank everyone who loved my stories.
I think of a lot of my mutuals/followers fondly as well and I am, again, thankful for everyone who sends me asks and loves my content :) 💌
cant stop thinking about band au annie being away for a couple weeks due to band practice and gigs going around so much, that when she finally gets her alone time at some time of night in their coach bus when shes supposed to be writing up a new song, she facetimes reader to find them already tucked in bed so sleepy. reader desperately trying to stay awake to talk to her busy gf. while annie needed that break from all the work they've done, seeing reader was a breath of fresh air and quick boost of motivation to continue cooking up a new song.
theeeen reader just ends up falling asleep while in call and annie doesn't mind cuz she misses them sm she still appreciates the company... *sigh*
She would be so home sick. World tours would literally have her going insane. She just wants to go home and be in bed with her s/o. That’s all she wants.
Amidst crazy fans, paparazzi and jet lag. She really looks forward to seeing you on facetime or seeing your name show up on a notification.
