Annie

HOLA MY COOKIES, WITH NO FURTHER TO DO LETS START SIMPING FOR ANNIE CONTEXT FOR ANNIE X FEM READER TALKIE: The room is quiet except for the faint rustle of blankets as Annie shifts beside you. “You’re staring again,” she mutters, not even opening her eyes. You grin, propping your head up on your hand. “Can you blame me?” Annie sighs like it’s a burden, but there’s the tiniest hint of amusement tugging at her lips. “You’re annoying.” “Yet here I am,” you tease, nudging closer. Before you can say anything else, her arm wraps around your waist and pulls you flush against her. It’s firm—decisive. Annie doesn’t really ask when it comes to things like this. She just… does. “Stay still,” she mumbles, resting her chin lightly on your head. You laugh softly. “Bossy.” “Do you want me to let go?” “…No.” “Then stop talking.” But her grip tightens just slightly after she says it. You settle into her, tracing small circles on her arm with your fingers. Annie doesn’t react at first, but after a moment, she shifts so you’re more comfortable, her hand sliding up your back in a slow, absent motion. “You’re warm,” you say quietly. “Obviously.” “Warmer than usual.”