This....this Breaks My Heart. He Just...really Doesnt Get It Does He? How Absolutely Fucked Everyone

can i just experience a little romance....... a tiny bit of love.... maybe a kiss.... and holding hands

you can view eremika as best friend's, protectors, or possible partners... just don't mistake them as sibling-like.

anyone that has a sibling should see that mikasa nor eren treat eachother as siblings. yes they are found-family but that does not mean they are siblings, simply that they are eachothers family.

one thing you can't deny is that they are family.

also in ch. 123 mikasa's answer wouldn't have changed anything in the long run, just because eren has always been that way, he wouldn't abandon the people of paradis nor armin. of course eren would've loved to have actually heard a real confession from mikasa... but the answer "you are family..." is still an honest answer, because eren is family. eren understands and knows that they are each others family, but he wants mikasa to define what they have, to come to the full realization of her feelings. its more of a consenting from mikasa for eren to be outward with his feelings. unfortunately mikasa stumbles and gives eren only half the truth.

ah, tragic lovers...

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it’s the part where i have to let my older brother leave this house... like ive never been away from him in an environment like this... it becomes scary ya know... knowing that ill become the center of attention that she can nitpick on... in the end i know it’s for the best, so that he can start a life away from her, i just have to hold on three more years...

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misguided preservation | f.o

finnick odair x reader

requested by anonymous with mutual pining and “i thought you hated me” — “nah just playing around”

warnings; talks of death, no pronouns used for the reader, fluff. FINNICK DOES NOT DIE AFTER THIS FIC I REFUSE. SO THEY GET THEIR HAPPY ENDING TYVM.

word count; 1100+

a/n; first finnick fic :)

Finnick had found himself more infuriated than usual. He seemed to have anger built within him, though he did not blame himself for this. Born to a district instead of the Capitol was his only shortcoming as a child, now he made claim thousands.

But, he’d done everything he knew how to find some form of happiness, or some sense of relief. Most of his efforts were in pursuit of you. He knew you only briefly in the second games, due to the unfortunate fact that most of his attention was on Katniss. They needed her out—that was his only reason for existing in the Quarter Quell.

Now in District 13, he began to see a pleasing twinkle in your eye, a charming twitch of the lip, an enchanting beauty he’d beheld only in art. Even with their dull uniforms and strict rules, the light he found in you had not faded, and therefore his own had rekindled. He felt warmth spread over his body when he was near you, wished to tell you a secret of his own rather than someone else’s sinful secret that would tarnish your smile.

“You’re not hungry?” Finnick asked, sitting opposite you and blocking the TV behind him.

“I was distracted,” you said, looking down at your food, “But now you’re in the way so I suppose I’ll go back to eating,” you added dejectedly.

“I’m not a good enough distraction?” He asked with a sly smile.

“Not even close,” you retorted, picking up your tray and dropping it in the trash on your way out.

Visiting Katniss has become a daily routine for you, even after she left her bed and explored District 13. You found it even more important to check in with her then, for it felt as if there were many secrets in the fortress they’d built here.

Katniss fiddled with her pearl as she listened to you complain about the food, and how dull everyone in 13 was. She was not one for idle chit chat, but she appreciated your visits and enjoyed the sound of your voice even if she didn’t know what you were saying. But when she heard Finnick’s name, the pearl in her hand stopped spinning and her ears perked up.

“What was that?” She asked.

“Oh, just Finnick being his annoying self,” you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t be like that,” she said, “You like him,” she stated, having little time for flourished sentences or hearing around the bush—she preferred getting straight to the point.

“I don’t,” you shook your head, “I- I can’t.”

“There’s a difference. Which one is it?”

“I can’t like him, Katniss. We’re both as good as dead, sacrificed for the capitol or martyred for the revolution.”

“It’s not certain. Why do you think I’m trying so hard to get Peeta back?”

It felt impossible. It was by mere chance that the two of you had survived your own Games, and against the odds that you had both survived the vicious Quarter Quell. Not all of you had been so lucky, so fortunate to have been in the right place at the right time. Letting yourself love Finnick was too much of a risk for an already broken heart.

“The fact that we might not make it through this should be more reason to spend as much time with him as you can. Because if he does die, you’ll regret this for the rest of your life,” Katniss said with a shrug, returning to the black pearl in her hand.

Such a small token, yet it meant to much to her. Perhaps it was fortuitous that Peeta had discovered a black pearl, the rarest pearl on Earth. Perhaps it was not by chance at all. Either way, Katniss had a symbol for her everlasting love, and you had not even a memory.

A warning.

There were so many flights of stairs, you really had no idea just how deep they had dug into the ground. It was incredible, and you wished you were taking it all in under more favourable circumstances. The rain beat against your face, each sharp droplet stinging your skin with fear. Your feet began to ache as they stomped against the metal stairs, deeper and deeper underground, desperately searching for the bunker.

As your mind began swirl with frightening possibilities, you lost your footing on the slippery surface, and your grip on the way railing. But someone’s hands gripped you tightly and steadied you again. The hand remained on your back until you reached the bottom, ensuring your protection. And finally, when you could catch your breath and take a moment to appreciate that your life had not been taken as of yet, you turned face your protector.

“Finnick,” you breathed heavily.

He said nothing, only huffed as he fought for breath. But his eyes met yours tenderly, almost desperately, as his hands fell to his knees and rain dripped from his hair and nose.

You could hardly contain yourself.

“Finnick,” you whispered, marching towards his hunched figure, which alarmed him enough to try to stand full height.

You caught his face and pressed your lips eagerly to his, forcing every piece of you that doubted this out of your heart. Faced with your own mortality, you began to crumble and withdraw, but Katniss was right—you needed Finnick. And no matter the time you had left, you weren’t wasting another moment.

“I thought you hated me,” Finnick laughed, pulling away slowly.

“Nah, just playing around,” you said sarcastically.

He cocked an eyebrow. You wouldn’t have believed yourself either.

“I was just- I didn’t want to get too attached in case-”

“I faced an untimely death?” He grinned.

“In case I got my heart broken. But essentially, yes,” you shook your head with a disapproving laugh.

“What made you change your mind?”

“Realising I’d be heartbroken either way. And it might cushion the pain knowing I’d made the most of the time we had, if that were to happen,” you confessed, “But I don’t want to think about that.”

“No, I don’t either,” he said, leaning down towards your lips again with a little smirk.

They tasted sweeter than you could have imagined. He was more gentle than you had anticipated, more thoughtful. But his kiss was simply a dream, were you floated above the world of pain you knew and settled amongst the clouds.

“Let’s go find somewhere to rest,” he said, offering you his hand.

“Okay,” you replied, touching your skin with his, which was surprisingly warm, and following him into the bunker.

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for eren.

- instead of a skincare routine, i see him having a strict hair care routine like really going into depths with treating his hair and making sure it’s always smooth and silky.

- randomly became a ring haver after seeing jean wear loads and get compliments from it.

- drives with one hand most times and the other is either on your thigh/knee.

- (if he’s driving a stick shift, he’ll take your hand and refuse to let go, it’s a right of passage).

- is not super into pda, but sometimes he forgets it’s not just the two of you and that you are in public.

- (one time he got really jealous when he saw you talking to jean at a party and approached you by grabbing your waist and pulling you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around your neck).

"why did you even do that?"

“i didn’t like the way he was all up in your space talking to you like that.”

“so you were jealous?”

“no.”

- sometimes he gets nervous around you, even though you’ve been dating for a while, forgetting where to place his hands when you kiss.

- a blusher. you say one nice thing to him and suddenly his whole entire face is red.

- is always asking you to braid or play with his hair, he loves the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp.

“hey why did you take your hand away?”

“got a message from sasha.”

“screw sasha, put your hands back in my hair.”

“what the fuck?”

“please.”

- is always taking pictures of you no matter what the occasion, you’re his muse (and he likes to use it is as leverage whenever you take a slip of him).

- when you guys are hanging out, his hands always have to be on you, whether he’s holding your hand, caressing your thigh or simply playing with your fingers.

- a serial forehead kisser, he just can’t help it.

- one time you and the gang all smoked up in his house and it ended up resulting in everyone leaving to go to the garden while you and eren made out for almost half an hour (everyone left after that).

- when he gets high, he gets HIGH and becomes the worlds most clingiest individual.

“you get so clingy when you’re stoned.”

“its cause i wanna be with you all the time, i wanna live in your skin forever.

- learnt how to play the guitar for you after you said how you found it so interesting.

- did it as a joke, but ended up really liking it and can play so many songs.

- he learns your favourite songs and occasionally sends you videos of him practicing.

- when you try to wake up in the morning, he immediately grabs you back so that you can’t move.

“eren, i need to pee.”

“no you don’t.”

“i thought you were sleeping?”

“i am.”

- has a polaroid photo of the two of you in the back of his phonecase and in his wallet.

- on the rare occasion he has to leave early in the morning, if you sleep over or he sleeps over at your house, he’ll write a note and leave it on top of your phone on the nightstand.

“totally forgot i had class at 9, i’ll see you later, baby. love you :)”

- his love language is physical touch: he loves holding you, touching you in the slightest way, hugs, the works (but if you’re not feeling it, he will not do anything to obstruct your personal space)

- i see him also having gift giving as his love language, whatever he sees wherever he goes that makes him think of you, he gets it.

- when he’s co-oping with the boys playing a video game, he doesn’t want you to be bored or think he’s ignoring you so he’ll place you on his lap and teach you the ropes.

“yeager, there is no way you got killed again.”

“that wasn’t me.”

“then who the fuck was it?”

“sorry guys, i’m a newcomer to this!”

- he loves it when you wear his clothes, even if it’s extremely too big for you, he finds it and you so cute.

- (called you mommy as a joke once, but he wasn’t joking and you knew he wasn’t joking).

- a moaner and a whiner. even if you poke a sensitive spot of his, he will find a way to whine unnecessarily.

- he’s always smiling when he’s around you, even if he isn’t having the best of days, your presence and even the mere thought of you will cheer him up.

- if you’re not together, he’ll message you at the most random time to ask what you’re doing.

“hey baby what are you doing?”

“watching youtube, why?”

“i miss you.”

“we saw each other earlier.”

“okay but that was earlier, i miss you now.”

“i’m coming over.”

“eren, it’s 3 in the morning.”

“idc i’m coming over!!”

- taught himself how to cook after he got scolded by carla when she found out he survived solely on ready meals and delivery services.

- always finds a way to shotgun with you during a smoke sesh, ending up on his lap, staring at each other with hazy red eyes, ignoring everyone squirm in the background.

“you’ll never get tired of me, right?”

“you’re my whole entire heart and soul, baby. i will always be by your side.”