#and if u push ur people too far they will snap

[mitsmebinch]

i really feel like we as a country have been lulled into the idea that no one will stand up to our police state without having examined exactly what happened when people got desperate every other time in history

[ashwhowrites]

u said ur craving miscommunication fics so i have an idea , eddie x reader , shes such a sweetheart and hes kinda grumpy , he was being bothered by jason and his “goons” one day and she ended up trying to talk to him at the wrong time (max and lucas see from afar) after assuming shes one of them cuz he doesn’t turn around he tells her to go away and never speak to him again or she will regret it. so she accepts it & he’s confused why she stops talking to him and all until max and lucas point out what they saw happen in the hallway

I love this idea

I hope this is what you wanted :)

Never proofread

The dynamic between Eddie and Y/N didn't make sense to anyone. They were friends, but easy to tell they wanted something more. People didn't understand how a friendship formed between the two. He was dark, grumpy, and hated anything and everything. She was bright, happy, and sweet to everyone in her path.

Eddie disliked her at first. He didn't like the bubbly personality she carried and he didn't like the way he smiled around her. She cracked away his dark exterior and turned him into mush. But she was too adorable to ever be rude to.

He let himself be more open around her and she never wanted to leave. Standing side by side the two clashed horribly, but in a way, they made each other happy.

He wouldn't want to admit it, but he was pretty sure he was falling for her. And that scared him. He knew he was a fuck up, and every minute with her was a ticking bomb of when he'd blow it all up.

~~~

Eddie was having a rough morning. He stayed up all night trying to write a song. The lyrics were keeping his mind awake but he couldn't flow the words together smoothly. Once he made it to school, Jason locked in on him. Bothering Eddie with every step he took.

And Jason continued the rest of the morning. His friends joined in, constantly in Eddie's ear. Pushing and shoving him all around. No matter what Eddie did, they didn't bother to leave him alone.

Once lunch rolled around, Eddie was done with the day. He sat alone at a table, far away from hellfire. Craving to have a moment alone.

But, his wish wasn't granted when he heard a voice come from behind him.

~~~

Y/N could sense that Eddie wasn't himself today. She watched Jason and his friends picking on him, constantly bothering him every hour. She wanted to step in but she respected Eddie's past wishes to stay out of it.

His shoulders were slumped all morning, and she just wanted to make him feel better. She always packed extra sweets in her lunch to give to him. Eddie had the biggest sweet tooth, and she loved fulfilling it. The way his big eyes got excited and he practically drooled when he smelled the treat.

She planned to give it to him at lunch but was confused when he never made it to the table. She searched all around the cafeteria, looking for the frizzy curls. She smiled in victory when she spotted him, grabbing the container of brownies and walking over to the table.

"Hey, Eddie!" She announced herself and went to move from behind him to the side of him. But the coldness in his voice when he responded made her think otherwise.

"Listen, do not talk to me ever again or it'll be the last thing you do." He snapped. Never once turning around to look at her.

She quickly blinked away the tears that were filling up her eyes.

"Yeah, Sorry" she quietly whispered, turning around and moving as fast as she could to her lunch table. Feeling embarrassed, she didn't bother to finish her lunch. Grabbing her bag and heading out the hallway, letting her table pick around at the brownies.

~~~

Max and Lucas watched the whole scene as they were walking past. Max was livid at the way Eddie just blew her off. Y/N was effortlessly the sweetest girl anyone had met, and she for some reason liked Eddie. And he quickly just blew his chance of anything more than a mutual crush.

~~~

If there was anyone Eddie wanted to talk to, it was Y/N. But she was nowhere to be found. He never saw her at lunch and didn't run into her in the hallways. He made it a home with the same frown on his face that he left with.

He was hurt that she disappeared from him. Maybe she had a bad day too and needed the space.

Eddie walked into school the next morning, catching Y/N talking to Max. She looked up and caught his stare. She looked away fast, saying something to Max before she quickly left. Max turned to look, and once she saw Eddie she rolled her eyes and followed after her.

Eddie didn't understand what that interaction meant. Why didn't she wave or anything? She just walked away. And Max...that was a pretty normal Max reaction.

Eddie waited until lunch to see if there was any change. Maybe Y/N had a rough morning and wasn't in the mood to be friendly. Eddie's had those days, he understands it.

He sat back at his normal table, secretly missing everyone when he sat alone yesterday. He watched as Max took a seat at the end of the table, Y/N following next to her. Eddie smiled at her arrival but felt disappointed that she sat on the other side. Why didn't she want to sit next to him?

He kept watching her, trying to see if she'll look in his direction.

Y/N felt embarrassed and upset by Eddie's actions yesterday. She thought they were pretty good friends, and liked each other. She doesn't understand what switched within a day. They were fine just the day before, laughing, flirting, and hanging out. He dropped her off and kissed her on the cheek. And then he gave her the cold shoulder and admitted he never wanted to talk again? None of it made sense. Even if he randomly woke up and decided he wasn't interested in her, it wouldn't happen in less than 24 hours.

But whatever happened, it did happen, and he made it clear where they stood.

~~~

Eddie gave her space for around three days. He watched her closely, trying to understand her sudden hostility towards him.

But Eddie wasn't one to read between the lines. He wouldn't figure anything out without asking questions. But he wasn't going to ask her, that was just stupid.

No, he went to Max.

"What do you want, loser?" She spat, throwing books in her locker with the most aggression Eddie has ever seen.

Why did he think she would be nicer?

"What's the deal with Y/N?" He asked, not to waste time. He knew Max wouldn't care for beating around the bush.

"You mean why is she pissed off at you after you treated her like shit?" Max asked, her tone was filled with mockery and her eyes were hard.

"What? When did I do that? She hasn't talked to me since we last hung out and I did nothing wrong that night!" Eddie defended himself

"Um in the lunch room? She came up to give you brownies and you totally blew her off." Max scuffed, slamming her locker shut as the books barely fit.

"She didn't come up to me! And I never heard of brownies so I know I definitely didn't talk to her." Eddie defended again, becoming even more confused with the situation.

"Yes you did! You didn't bother to turn around. Just "don't talk to me ever again!" Max mocked his voice, crossing her arms with an annoyed look on her face.

Eddie stared at her, his brain trying to work through her words. Then it hit him. Y/N was the voice coming from behind him.

Eddie slammed his face into his hands, groaning in his throat as he pulled his face away. Looking back at Max, "I didn't know it was her! I thought it was Jason's goons again." Eddie explained frantically. He never would have talked to her like that.

"Maybe you should learn not to snap at people, then." Max shrugged, not feeling bad for Eddie at all.

Eddie watched as she walked out of school, at least now he had answers.

~~~

Eddie raced to Y/N's after school, stopping at the store for flowers and a shitty card. He parked his van in her driveway, seeing her bedroom light on.

He searched around her driveway, looking for some type of rock.

"Munson! If you throw a rock at this window you'll break the fucking thing" her voice came from the window.

He quickly dropped the rock and turned around. Looking up to see her leaning over the edge. A teasing smile on her face.

"....that's true." He laughed. Seeing her smile eased his anxiety.

"Can I come up?" He asked, she nodded so he headed to her front door.

Once the door opened, he handed her the flowers and card. She eyed him as she grabbed it.

"This is my shitty way of apologizing. I didn't know that you were trying to talk to me. I thought it was one of Jason's friends and I snapped. It was wrong, and you didn't deserve that at all. I want to say I'm sorry. " Eddie apologized, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets as he watched for her reaction.

Her cheeks lifted slightly as she smiled. She opened the card and laughed immediately.

"Whoopsy about my doozie"

"really?" She laughed

"Oh come on! It's like whoopsy daisy! That's funny" Eddie defended, laughing with her as she held her stomach.

"Well I suppose since you did apologize, and picked out the best card in the whole section, I can forgive you." She smiled

"Thank you. I'd never want to make you upset like that. You mean way too much to me." He admitted

"You mean a lot to me too, Eddie. And I appreciate you explaining what happened."

"Of course, I can't have my girl thinking I never want to hear her pretty voice again." Eddie winked

Y/N felt her cheeks burn and hands get sweaty

"your girl?" She coughed out

"Glad you agree, now let's go on a date." He smirked.

"right now?" She panicked, "I'm not dressed for a date!"

"The date is here! Still got a big selection of movies?" He asked, walking past her into the house.

"Yeah! But no chick flicks, Munson."

"Aw man!"

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[cat3ch1sm]

hihi! i saw ur requests were open and i was wondering if u could do killua and gon with a reader whos a silly, clumsy, and kinda dumb mf <3

except readers very powerful, on level or even more than them bc reader is a boss fr 🙏

this can be hcs or a oneshot or whatever u want!

(SORRY IF THIS MAKES NO SENSE LMFAO)

☘️~ DW POOKIE I UNDERSTOOD U PERFECTLY!! thanks 4 requestingg ily <33

gn!reader

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐰 𝐚 ���𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 <𝟑

୨⎯ 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 ⎯୧

killua usually doesn’t have a lot of patience for people with your personality , but he’s honestly seen what you’re actually capable of so he’s more like.. weirded out

as in like, killua knows you’re crazy powerful and generally super capable- so how the hell do you literally manage to trip over every minor obstacle in your path

but tbh gon has kinda warmed him up to those kinds of people. outside of battle situations it’s basically him making sure you and gon don’t get kidnapped or killed or something

and the contrast between your personality during battle and your personality on just a regular day chilling with him and gon is like insane to him. one minute you’re covered in blood and utilizing blazing nen in ways he didn’t even realize were possible, and next you’ve pulled up like a really stupid meme or picture of a cat on your phone and just giggling like an idiot while showing him (and very much still bloodied).

killua asked you about it once and you just kinda gave him that thousand yard stare and he was just like… nvm

apparently your higher functions just shut off after a certain time 😭😭

but back to the clumsy part. because it’s genuinely insane how careless you can be on a daily basis. worse than gon.

“watch out for the fucking pole, y/n!”

“are you even paying attention?”

“what the hell did you even just trip over, you dumbass? there’s nothing even there.”

“holy shit can you be careful for once??”

“I literally watched you take down 10 chimera ants without breaking a sweat and you can’t even pull a push door, you idiot?”

“no, i’m not letting go of your arm because that’s the tenth time you’ve tripped in the past fifteen minutes. you’ll probably kill yourself if i don’t hold your ass up.”

“way to go, dumbass, now you cut your leg. maybe you’ll be less stupid next time” (while begrudgingly fixing you up)

along with being clumsy you can be super absent-minded and get distracted easily. like gon and killua will just be walking and talking and then suddenly stop and realize you stopped like ten feet ago to stare at absolutely fucking nothing.

when they backtrack to get you they’ll be like “wtf are you staring at” and you’ll just snap out of a daze and they’ll realize you weren’t even staring at anything in particular, you just…zoned out😭😭😭

“y/n. y/n? hellooooo? ugh… nevermind.”

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐠𝐨𝐧 ࿐ྂ

we all know gon isn’t actually the silly, slightly air headed kid from the early days of hxh, obviously- but when he’s just with you and killua and there isn’t any danger, you both basically act the same way. believe me yall got killua stressinggg 😭😭

u guys just fuel each others’ silly antics. and while he isn’t as clumsy as you can be, when u guys are together you guys r genuinely a two man wrecking team. you guys are constantly doing silly and sometimes stupid stuff and not at all focusing.

far too many times you both have been walking or running beside each other and just stumbled over each other’s feet and fell to the ground like actual idiots.

you and gon both have the same tendency to get distracted easily. so basically the same scenario from killua’s hcs but you and gon lmfao

he’ll be walking looking at his phone or something and realize the both of you aren’t even beside him anymore.

“y/n? gon? where… you gotta be kidding me. guys. what the hell are you even looking at?!”

little Christmas head canon- you guys absolutely knocked down the tree at least twice.

[spitdrunken]

ugh i NEEEEED more of ur hypnosis content w/ vox!! he goes to waste in the hands of people who have NO IDEA how fucked up and sexy an insecure manipulative control freak stalker with mind control powers is <3

so far, u r the only writer who truly understands his rancid vibe

im glad i am feeding into the EXACT brainrot you want because it's the only brainrot i adore for vox LMAO he's a fucking loser <33

notes: yandere, hypnosis, manipulation

He tries to be so suave about how he's pulling you in, like it's some genius master plan of which he's pulling the strings behind the scenes. But, let's be honest with ourselves here, it's just kind of patchetic. If he's truly as charming as he attempts to portray himself, why would he even have to hypnotise to you in the first place? It's absolutely a 'him issue. Because even if you were to fall for him hook, line and sinker, prostrating yourself in utter adoration every day, he'd still put so-called 'safeguards' in place.

Vox would prefer to start with some smaller triggers. Sure, it'd be possible to have you immediately believe you're in love with him... But that doesn't feel like it's a victory well-earned. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Instead, he starts more subtle, leaving triggers through temporarily taking over the screen of your phone.

You think your screen is just glitching out for a moment when it flickers from red to white for a couple of seconds. What you don't know is that you simply don't remember the message left for you in between. He'll plant a seed in your mind, something small, like making you think of him every time you see the colour blue. To you, the association between him and the colour doesn't even register, so, perhaps you'll start to wonder as to why you're thinking about him so often- Perhaps you'll start thinking you have feelings for him.

He'll put you in a trance while you're around your friends or your partner, all because you do something as simple as checking your phone for directions. You end up coming to, alone, vague memories of snapping at your friends and saying horrible things to them flickering through your mind... But why would you do that? It doesn't make any sense! You hadn't been upset at all. But yet, you'd done it, and you keep pushing away everyone around you further and further.

You start to become paronoid, starting to lose your trust in your perception of reality. Memories start slipping through your fingers like sand, and you return to your senses to a long string of texts to nearly all of your contacts, that ends with you blocking them. You know you're in Hell, but your life was already shitty enough. This seems to be a bit too much. You think you're losing your mind.

Of course, it's when you are about your absolute lowest point when sweet, sweet Vox swoops in to save you from yourself. Perhaps you can't trust yourself any longer, but you can trust him... Can't you? A mere snap of his fingers is all that it takes to have you mindlessly nodding along.

[isalisewrites]

ive been reading terrible but great since 2021 ive been reading tomarry since i was like 12 reading fates favorite. i dont rly interact bc my main fandom and presence is so far apart that my little circle deeefinitely doesnt gaf abt tomarry or hp and wld in fact be scandalized . so i was really regretting that i dont have anyone to cry to about how spectacular and lifechanging that was and then i guessed i cld jst anon u since thats a thing.

ur a hero. just the exact, perfect, seriously right amount of lead up because if there was more i really wld snap under the pressure of tom being too thick because then it wld just piss me off instead i was spellbound. u provided a genuine .. i swear masterpiece u were providing like a parent oh wow ..... like how people want sweet treats every now and then i never had to go searching. its 1 am for me and ive had sadly late nights this last few weeks since winter break began and it happened the other day that it was 5 am and i had two beautiful long chapters of terrible but great waiting for me when i woke up. and when i tell u oooooooooooh god i sobbed like a fucking baby last night reading that. harrys heartbreak my god. my goodness. this kind of emotional turmoil probably doesnt exist so far at this extent in any other tomarry im following. that doesnt matter i wont need it because wow. truly incredible.

hes finally a bit. understanding of himself. he knows hes in love now. wow . i am a small puddle

oh and how i cried for voldemorts passing. u have no clue like i had snot all down my throat i was under my blanket like i was twelve again or something. seriously i cried because not only did u craft that so excellently but i was as attached to him as harry is . because i care so much for every little thing in this story because ive practically grown a bit with it . wow its 2025 now you know. 47 minutes since the clock went 12. so its been four years of your writing this piece anyway and ive been blessed. so thankyou i cant share my overwhelmed incandescent happiness with anyone else in the world at all sadly tragically its my own fault anyways for not tomarrying right. but its personal for me so i dont mind that im only sharing it with u. thankyou so so much.

and my favorite thing ever in this fic besides their bitchfight and toms revelation that harry is his own personal dr who is probably fleamont potter god bless him may he marry euphemia and harry officiates or at least flowerboys for him. praise the lord and isalise for this fleamont and euphemia.......... they bring me SOOOOO MUCH FUCKING JOY wow. im gonna go reread all the fleamont moments. and then im probably gonna reread the last chapter. and then im Prrooobably gonna get it tattoed on my chest. have a good one isalise u absolute unit

FATE’S FAVOURITE NAME DROP.

Fate’s Favourite and Past’s Player are some of my foundational Tom/Harry stories, even though they’re platonic in this series. There’s a fight in Past’s Player that was the spark of my desire for a huge duel to the death, aka The Twink Fight, for Terrible, But Great. I love the fight in Past’s Player, how Tom drugs Harry for information and the two of them have a feral fight. But my story, I wanted something immense.

After all these years, I still remember my favorite line from Fate’s Favourite.

“You have very pretty eyes… They’d look good in my collection.”

Zevi Prince was the reason I wanted Quintus Prince to exist.

you belong to me (i belong to you) sparked the idea of a more complex relationship between Harry and Death in Terrible, But Great. I adore Harry in this fic so very much.

So many others were foundational fics for me. 

DMAY

Of Your Making

A Dangerous Game

No Glory

A Dangerous Game and No Glory were trigger fics, as were Fate’s Favourite and Past’s Player. What I mean by that is they were a catalyst in pushing me to write Terrible, But Great. Let me be EXCEPTIONALLY clear: they are all beautifully written and exactly what they need to be in terms of the story they’re trying to tell. They are S Tier stories and truly beloved.

But they weren’t what I was looking for exactly in a Tomarry story.

They scratched a few itches, but not all of them. (I actually have another idea for a Harry/Voldemort fic that was triggered/inspired by If Paths Diverge, but I'm not writing that idea at this time.) I needed something else. Honestly, these kinds of fics are the best because they’re always the source of creating something else. These types of fics are so vital to fandom life in all other fandoms, too.

I wanted a Harry who was equal to Tom, who challenged him. I wanted a Harry who stood up to Tom. I wanted a Harry who was still a Gryffindor, who was still self sacrificing, but also gave into his shadow side for Tom. As Harry grows a little darker, Tom grows a little lighter. (One of my favorite shounen ai manga does this. No.6)  I’d read so many fics where Harry was always giving something up for Tom/Voldemort, while Tom/Voldemort never did. Harry was always sacrificing something and Tom was always taking. The inequality grew to hurt too much. I wanted to see a Tom/Voldemort so very smitten, so very much in love that he would do anything for his Harry.

I got a comment on chapter 52 complaining about TBG Harry losing his spine and conviction, that the two of them didn’t feel like equals anymore.

Chapter 53 completely shows otherwise. Tom is willing to do anything for Harry in return. Tom is willing to sacrifice one of his greatest desires, finding out his heritage in the Chamber of Secrets, for Harry. They are equals. Terrible, But Great is a story of sacrifice, but from both of them.

The emotions of Harry realizing he’d do anything for Tom, even stay at his side while he spirals downward is a scary, sobering realization to have. It’s terrifying. He’d have to watch Tom lose himself. Though he’d stay at Tom’s side, he would inevitably watch Tom spiritually die right before his very eyes.

I was crying a ton while editing chapter 52, especially when I added the sections of Tom’s dialogue from previous chapters. UGH, MY HEART. I’m so glad those emotions carried across to you. That’s truly what I wanted. I wanted heartbreak in the most perfect way, one where it was okay in the end.

Thank you so very much for sharing your love of Terrible, But Great with me. It fills my heart so much. I can’t wait to continue on with Arc Three and beyond, to have you all share in more powerful emotions with me. Those boys still have a lot to learn.  And don’t worry, we’ll get to see more of Monty and Effie soon. You can look forward to a lot of growth for Harry and Tom in Arc Three and, yes, in Arc Four as well. 

Isa

[baekhyunsbestie]

Lisa Lisa Lisa I am getting a very specific vision... And I need your opinion...

Thinking about Baekhyun and jealous sex version but this time he is the one who is jealous and amps up his possessiveness oohoo. Like reader getting shipped with another man ooommpphhh but Baekhyun is having none of it so he has to make sure that she is his and it leads to such hot times, like he is going all intense, marking her up, grabbing her tight and putting his weight on her, all the positions like phew phew phew. I mean I know Baekhyun is such a confident man but well he has his moment since he absolutely places the reader on a pedestal and knows her worth 💅🏻

Low-key also thinking of reader using the safeword in between which snaps Baekhyun out of his daze and then him comforting her and her consoling him as well sksksjsidjeushdj which turns into some sweet sweet soft lovemaking.

Possessive!Baekhyun my beloved, sexual hurt/comfort my beloved 😔🖐🏻

AAAAAAHHHHHH MAAYYAAAAA!!!!!!!!! YESSSS OMG I'VE IMAGINED JEALOUS!BAEK SOOOOO MANY TIMES 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

the only way i could see baekhyun going hard enough to bring out a safe word is if you were fully in on the game, taunting him just enough to spark that fire. and i can picture it soooooo fucking clearly with fwb!baek 😭🤚🏼

like imagine you and baekhyun are out bar-hopping with your friend group, laughing and taking shots, enjoying the night. somewhere between stops, you run into an old college friend who immediately gravitates toward you, his eyes lighting up with recognition—and interest. your whole group notices the easy chemistry sparking between you two, and as you head back to your friends, they're all nudging you, giggling, "oh, he’s totally into you! you should invite him over."

you'd throw a glance over to baekhyun, who’s supposed to be focused on pool with the guys, but you know he’s been watching you intently. his jaw’s tight, eyes dark with irritation, and you can practically see the heat radiating off him from across the room. but becus ur a little shit, u love that edge, lmfaoooo. the way baekhyun lets his restraint slip when he’s provoked, and so ofc you play along. ur friends wave the guy over, and he spends the rest of the night at your side, hands on ur shoulder, leaning close to whisper in ur ear as if you’re the only two people in the room. and every time u glance over, baekhyun’s eyes are burning holes right through u, seething quietly, his gaze practically cutting through the crowd.

by the end of the night, u exchange numbers with the guy, fully aware you’ll probably never text him. as everyone says their goodbyes and heads to their cars, baekhyun wordlessly leads u to his. the car ride is dead silent, the air thick enough to cut with a knife, and his grip on the steering wheel is tight, knuckles white under the streetlights flashing by. ur starting to wonder if you’ve pushed too far when he pulls up outside ur place, gets out, and follows u up to ur door without a single word. you turn to say goodbye, assuming he’s about to leave until he backs you against the wall, his hands on either side of you, his eyes intense and unreadable.

"so," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough rumble as he slams the front door shut with enough force to make the picture frames on the wall rattle, "did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

😭😭😭😭😭 and ofc u push his buttons again, and again, and again, and again. and every time you flirt with someone else right in front of him, you can see the fire simmering in his eyes. but he keeps his cool-acts all nonchalant, lets you play your lil game, but the second ur alone, he drags you home, and it’s aaaalllllllll over. and each time after, he takes it up a notch. his grip firmer, his pace relentless, leaving u breathless and utterly fucked out. he’s marking you with every touch, every kiss, every lingering bruise. it’s as if each time, he’s daring you to test him again. because he’ll only show u exactly how much more he can make you his 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[just-jordie-things]

spiderman fan anon here again who yapped abt how i think ur spideygumi fic is the literal greatest spidey au of all time.. sry i hope ur not tired of hearing abt it but i just reread the fic (again) and i cant stop thinking abt what mc and megumis development would be like from here… megumi is definitely not the typical peter-parker-type with his sense of justice (as one of his figures’ packaging hilariously summarizes “i save people unequally”) which has SOO much potential for a Good fucking hero story AND new relationship dynamic. like maybe megumi tries to become kind of a more “moral” hero on his own, but shit happens, maybe the govt or police are too corrupt and he realizes he can only trust himself to bring justice to the city, a more batman-like mentality. would mc have a problem with his morality and pull away? would she agree with it and help him as a journalist? would she disagree and give him the With great power Comes great responsibility spiel, leading to him growing into a more “true” spiderman-like hero? Idfk i do not write at all but i cant turn off my comics-loving brain with all this potential!!! i also dont mean to push u to write any of this but i had to talk abt it before i Exploded

the way i wanna make this fic a 5 movie franchise now becuz OMG THE AVENUES THIS OPENS UPPP

i am a marvel girl (sorry battinson baby even u aren't my fav) so i see spiderman!gumi having a deadpool mentality but without the mouth lolol

ok here's some very small thoughts i have about what a continuation in the story would've looked like:

he tries to find a mix between the public eyes' idea of the right thing and his version of the right thing but... dammit some people just gotta suffer a bit don't they?

he sees someone get a lil too harsh with a dog and he can't just give em a lil scare. next thing he knows they're beaten beyond recognition and webbed up to a wall for the police to deal with. fuck that guy, who hurts dogs??

when the news starts to call him things like menace and people start to wonder if he's not the altruistic hero they thought he was, megumi tries to balance between the different schools of thought of justice. he has you by his side, supporting him and wishing him all the best with being the best he can be...

so when some perp he's apprehending starts spouting off some real nasty shit, megumi tries to tell himself that prison will bring him to justice. over and over in his head he tells himself that he has to let some things go...

but damnit this bigoted asshole won't shut up and megumi just doesn't see how society could possibly function with pieces of shit like this roaming around. and no, when the guy's body goes limp after a swift ninety-degree head-spinning snap to the neck, megumi doesn't feel any regret. only relief that there's one less bastard in his city.

as for you, you've always trusted in spiderman. so you're learning to place your trust in megumi, too. you hate the rare occasion when he visits you bloodied and bruised, but you hate the idea of a city without spiderman's protection even more. you've been a fan of spiderman since the first day you'd heard of the sightings. a ride or die doesn't walk away just because things are getting a little nastier out there.

a career in journalism will prove to be difficult. the truth about megumi's double life is a secret that you both understand must stay contained no matter the price. you probably bounce around a few firms, trying to find just the right place to land where you can write the truth without revealing too much. however most outlets just want to report on the crimes spiderman himself has committed, and you struggle with badmouthing your hero (and your boyfriend)

i like to think megumi laughs at the papers trying to paint him as a villain. it doesn't stress him out, it's nothing to him really. just a source of entertainment for him to read to you over dinner. between the two of you, you handle the ugly headlines far worse. but megumi likes to rile you up by reading all the worst ones to you, just to make you fuss over it all. some nights it's like you're rivals again- megumi taunting you with the latest edition of the spider-menace storytelling, chuckling when you start to crinkle your brows and spout off about how some writers are uneducated phonies or how they're ungrateful for what he's done. you never fail to go on a long winded rant followed by some chugged down water. and as always, megumi will just smirk and shake his head as he throws away said latest edition.

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i lost wind here but i would love to hear if anyone has other thoughts too!!

[nightdemon04]

First try at angst let me know what you think!

I gave this fanfic a very personal spin so i hope it's not too bad.

Angsty? Comfort? Idk you can decide

Warning! Self isolation, mention of sh and sh scars. If any of these trigger you please don't read.

Atsushi Nakajima x gn reader.

Enjoy!!

I splashed water on my face and look at myself in the mirror. Eyes puffy from my latest crying session, i took notice of the scars that are still there but atleast i didn't go that far this time. I was pulled out of my thoughts when my phone started ringing..

Probably Kunikida calling to see where I am, I really wish I hadn't plugged my phone in yesterday, it's been silent for the whole week. Now I'm going to have to explain to everyone why I'm missing for the week, not that any of them bothered to visit to see me. I'll just tell Kunikida I was sick and couldn't get out of bed.

I checked my phone only to see a lot of missed calls and unread messages, I'll answer later. I can't be bothered right now. I lay back in bed staring up, I don't know what happened for me to feel like this. I guess it started when I saw Dazai and the others in a bar without me, they couldn't even bother to invite me. It wasn't even their fault I was away on a mission but it just reminded me of my past and how that went.

Now i'm here talking to no one, going back to how it all was before i joined ADA. I always thought it was normal until i met the people I know now, I can't help let the past haunt me and ruin everything I've build so far.

I should probably atleast text Atsushi, he's probably worried sick about me. I'm suprised he hasn't shown up on my doorstep but I understand. I do live quite a bit away from him. I'm also glad he hasn't shown up, no idea what I'd do. I'm scared to face him. He's the love of my life, he's been there for me since he joined. He gave me the best birthday gift even though he didn't know me. I love him with all my heart so i don't want him to see me like this.

I rubbed my eyes hoping for the tears that I felt building up to dissappear. After a while i fell asleep again, only to be woken up by knocking on my door. I groggily open the door only to see Dazai. "Dazai? What are you doing here?" He pushed me aside and walked inside. He turned to look at me, grabbed my shoulders and started talking. "Get off ur ass, stop pitying yourself and get something done." i looked at him in shock unable to say something.

I felt the tears coming up again. Dazai kept staring at me. he wiped them away.

"Staying home and pitying yourself won't help you, it will make everything worse. Go work or go on a date with Atsushi, go to a store, go to a dog park, i don't know but stop it." He looked at me calmly but there was another emotion hidden deep inside of him. I couldn't say anything, just staring at him. He slapped my cheek softly snapping me out of it and i started nodding and softly said a "yes Dazai."

He looked at me so serious, I've never seen Dazai like this. It's honestly scary to see him like this. "I'll come to work tomorrow i promise." He suddenly smiled. "Good u need to help me with paperwork!" he winked at me.

Ofcourse what else did i expect. Suddenly his face dropped again "Y/N.. Don't let whatever happend stop you or push anyone away. Everyone was worried sick about you, come to us when you need help don't just isolate yourself." i nodded and hugged him tightly.

I felt him tense but slowly hug me back. "Don't ever hesitate to ask for help or advice, just don't wallow in self pity that's just stupid." i nodded again and let him go, he walked to my fridge and took out a bottle of water.

"I'm going now, i better see you at work tomorrow" he was almost past the door when Atsushi came inside panicking. "Y/N i saw your door open are yo- Dazai?" Atsushi is here now too? Just my luck.. "Hello and goodbye Atsushi" with that Dazai left quickly and Atsushi turned to me with confusion.

I just lifted my shoulders i didn't want to expose Dazai or even explain it all. "What are you doing here Atsushi?" He looked at me nervously. "I came to check up on you.. You haven't answered any of my texts and haven't been at work so I've been worried." He cares?

I decided to stop it here i might make a second part though. I've been struggling a lot with life so do excuse the rare updates.

Also I'm working on some headcannons but for some reason i just can't think if anything I'm going to ask some friends to help me cus i really don't have any idea how to tackle that. Either way i hope you liked the fic!

Stay healthy and safe!

Drink enough water and eat too!

[traumatizeddfox]

Hey question about if I’m an abuser for this or a bad person?

When I was pushed too far and got homicidal rage because of the emotional abuse I threatened to shoot my abusers i don’t remember what I said or did because I think I blacked out but my friend told me he stood on the side of the hall and I apparently said “ILL SHOOT ALL OF YOU ILL GET MY UNCLES GUN AND FUCKING KILL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU” earlier I was screaming at the top of my lungs “SHUT UP SHUT UP” over and over nonstop. My uncle does own guns and I honestly have had fantasies of killing them (by them I mean my bullies and my parents - my parents are so god awful it’s hard to describe they did a number on me). When they trigger me I have unleashed fists and kicking them in their groan before…idk that’s everything

i know that for many victims of abuse we can finally snap and become vengeful, even if you threatened to k*ll people that doesnt make u a bad person, but ur not an abuser or a bad person, youre just a victim who was pushed far and lashed out. You didnt do anything like shoot up your school or k*ll anyone so youre good

[lelengerine]

pairing. nct dream (ot7) x reader

synopsis. dreamies reaction to you throwing a fit over stress, from a req!

genre. just a lot of warmth and comfort :>, mentions of anxiety and stress, its not really specified what their relationship is so that's up to you to imagine, gender neutral reader for this one, lmk if there's anything i missed <3

wc. around 150 words each (more or less!)

notes. im so sorry this took a while to get out >< been a little busy irl but here it is hehe i hope i was able to fulfill ur vision anon! likes and feedback are highly appreciated!

m.list

→ mark

mark notices the tension in your voice before your words even hit him. he’s seen this before—the way you get quiet, the way your fingers tap anxiously against your leg—and he knows you’re about to hit a breaking point. when you finally snap, he doesn’t flinch. he listens, taking in everything you say, not interrupting. once you finish, he steps closer, concern lacing his soft eyes.

“hey… it’s okay,” he says, his voice calm and reassuring. “i know it feels like a lot right now, but you’re not alone in this. you don’t have to carry it all by yourself.” his hand finds your shoulder, a steady presence, grounding you when your thoughts feel like they’re spiraling out of control. “we’ll figure it out, together, okay? step by step.” mark’s voice is gentle, never pushing, but just enough to remind you that no matter how overwhelming things get, he’s with you.

→ renjun

renjun catches the frustration bubbling up before anyone else does. he’s sensitive to these things—the little ways your tone shifts, the way you start biting at your nails when you're stressed. so when the outburst happens, he isn’t caught off guard. his sharp gaze softens, but he doesn’t back down.

“you’re not mad at me,” he says, cutting through the tension, his voice calm but firm. “you’re just stressed.” he’s never one to sugarcoat things, but that’s exactly what you need in the moment—someone who sees through the anger and frustration to what’s really going on. renjun steps forward, his eyes locking with yours. “it’s okay to feel like this, but don’t keep it all inside until it explodes. talk to me.” his tone is softening now, inviting you to let go, knowing that no matter what you say, he’ll help you untangle it all, bit by bit.

→ jeno

jeno hears the bite in your voice and feels a pang in his chest, but he knows better than to take it personally. you’re stressed, and stress makes people say things they don’t mean. he watches you carefully, waiting for a pause in the storm before he moves closer. his expression remains calm, though his concern is evident in the way his brows furrow slightly.

without a word, jeno steps in, resting a warm hand on your back, offering quiet comfort. “it’s alright,” he says, voice low and steady. “you don’t need to apologize. i know it’s not really about me.” his touch is solid, grounding, like an anchor keeping you from drifting too far into your stress. “i’m here, okay? we’ll get through this together.” jeno’s quiet support is unwavering, and the way he stays by your side without pushing makes you feel safe, like no matter how heavy things get, he won’t leave.

→ haechan

haechan’s eyes widen the second your voice raises, and for a moment, his usual teasing grin falters. but just as quickly, it’s back, though this time softer, more careful. he’s not used to seeing you this upset, and for a second, he considers making a joke to lighten the mood. instead, he chooses a different approach.

“whoa, hold on there, sunshine,” he says, voice playful but gentle. he reaches out, ruffling your hair lightly, his teasing touch familiar and comforting. “what’s going on? you’re not usually like this.” when he sees that his playful tone isn’t enough to pull you out of your frustration, his expression softens, sincerity slipping into his voice. “come here,” he mutters, pulling you into a loose hug. “you know you can tell me what’s bothering you, right? you don’t have to let it build up until you explode.” his arms wrap around you tighter, and in that moment, his warmth feels like a shield from everything overwhelming you.

→ jaemin

jaemin’s expression remains calm as you let out your frustrations, though you catch the slight flicker of surprise in his eyes. he doesn’t speak right away, letting you have your moment. once you stop, jaemin takes a deep breath, his calming energy settling over you like a blanket. he’s never one to rush in—he gives you the space to breathe first.

“you’re carrying too much,” jaemin says softly, his voice gentle but firm. he steps closer, his presence warm and reassuring. his hand brushes lightly against your arm, a small but significant gesture. “you always try to take everything on yourself, but you don’t have to. i’m right here, you know?” his eyes are full of understanding, no judgment, only patience. he doesn’t push you to talk if you’re not ready, but he makes it clear that when you are, he’ll be there, ready to listen—ready to help you piece things back together.

→ chenle

chenle raises his eyebrows as you snap at him, half-expecting you to be joking. but when he sees the frustration etched into your face, the usual playful comeback dies on his lips. instead, he laughs, not mockingly, but in the way only chenle can—a light, airy chuckle meant to cut through the heaviness in the air.

“wow, someone’s got a temper today,” he teases lightly, but his eyes are sharp, catching the way your shoulders tense. “seriously, though, what’s going on? you don’t have to keep all of that bottled up.” he’s still playful, but there’s a warmth to his words, an invitation to let him in. “let’s take a break. you’re way too stressed for no reason.” his laugh is contagious, and before you know it, you’re smiling, the tension slowly easing from your body as chenle’s light-hearted nature pulls you out of your head. “come on, let’s go do something fun. we’ll figure out everything else later.”

→ jisung

jisung freezes when your voice rises, his wide eyes blinking in shock. he’s never been great at handling conflict, and seeing you upset catches him completely off guard. for a moment, he stands there awkwardly, not sure what to say or do. but then he notices the way your hands are trembling, the frustration hidden behind your words, and something in him shifts.

“i-i didn’t know you were feeling like that,” jisung stammers, his voice soft, almost hesitant. he steps closer, a little unsure, but there’s sincerity in his eyes. “i’m not really good at… this,” he admits with a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “but i’m here if you want to talk. or… even if you don’t. i just don’t want you to go through it alone.” he’s awkward, fumbling for the right words, but his genuine concern shines through. he wants to be there for you, even if he’s not exactly sure how—and that’s more than enough.

[angelsmist]

JUST ONE NIGHT

HBCU!SHURI X READER

prompt: your roommate convinces to go out for once with a few “friends” who aren’t exactly fond of you. unfortunately, they take it a bit too far…

contains: drinking, crying, fluff at the end, partying, anxiety

disclaimers - this is not my idea!! all credits to @/ vargskelegore for hbcu shuri. it is an amazing idea. however, the storyline is mine. also, i would prefer if only black people read this story, simply because it is a reader insert specifically for us. thank you <3

this got sooo long but i don’t feel like splitting it into two LMFAOOO and if u can’t tell i started rushing by towards the end 💀

“come on, girl. it’s a good chance to get to know other people.”

“i’m cool with the people i know now,” you told tati , resisting her grip on you. “plus, i need to-”

“study?” she finished for you. “we not doing that today. it’s a friday night and that excuse is overused.”

“overused, but good.”

“just go out this one time, and if you don’t enjoy your night, then i’ll never ask you again,” tati bargained, tugging your shoulder.

“parties are crowded, sweaty, and loud,” You began. “all of which are things i don’t like.”

“pleaseeee…” she dragged out, tugging on your shoulder even harder. tati was relentless, and you knew going out with her at some point was something that was inevitable.

“i don’t have anything to wear.”

“oh, girl. you know i always have something for you.”

you wore a black, strapless, sparkly dress that hugged your body in ways that you weren’t entirely comfortable with. regardless, though, you looked amazing. as much as you hated to admit it, tati may have been right.

along with your dress, you wore black heels with black lace swirling around your leg, stopping below your knee. tati had supplied you with some perfume that came with body glitter, so you were glimmering, literally.

“quit being shy,” tati complained, rolling her eyes at you pushing up your dress. she squinted her eyes, a teasing smile on her face. “show them titties.”

a laugh escaped your lips, but you tried your best to remain still since she was doing your makeup.

she finally stopped, turning you back around to the lit up mirror so you’d see what she did. “alright, all done-” the doorbell rang, grabbing her attention easily. “that must be them! meet me outside when you’re done.”

tati was inviting her girlfriend, along with her girlfriend’s friends. you liked her girlfriend, syniah. she was a kind person. you couldn’t say the same for her friends, though. you didn’t hang out with them often, and that was intentional. they didn’t like “outsiders” or some shit like that, so whenever you hung out with them, they’d be closed off. you never really cared, though. you always had tati with you whenever you were around them, and it’s not like you liked them, anyways.

that’s why you were skeptical about going to a party with them. but, as long as you had tati, you were sure you’d be fine.

your phone dinged, snapping you from your thoughts. it was shuri.

princess 💕

hey, do you mind if we study tonight? that history test we have on monday is stressing me out a bit

with smile on your face, you texted back.

you

while i would much prefer to do that, i promised my roommate that i’d go out with her and some other people. i’m probably gonna end up bailing within an hour, though. so if you’re not asleep by then, i’ll text you fs

princess 💕

you? going to a party? what kind of universe have i been transferred to?

you

ha ha😒. i’ll send you pictures as proof if ur not convinced

princess 💕

i’ll be counting on that 😪

you grabbed your black purse, placing your phone in it while walking out of your dorm. waiting for you, was tati, syniah, and her three other friends.

“took you long enough,” one of them, who you remembered as kendall grumbled.

“beauty takes time,” tati spoke for you, moving from beside her girlfriend to grab your hands. “and by that, i mean i did her makeup and picked out this outfit, so y’all better hype her up.”

“you look amazing,” syniah complimented before turning to her girlfriend. “and you, you are doing my birthday makeup.”

“as if that was ever a question,” tati replied, placing a kiss on her lips.

your face twitched and scrunched up in fake disgust. “don’t forget about the other four people here.”

tati broke the kiss, cutting her eyes at you. “this could be you and you-know-who if you wasn’t so scary.”

you cut your eyes right back at her. before you could scold her for even mentioning shuri, another one of syniah’s friends, madison, beat you to it. “who? the princess?”

you and your roommate exchanged looks, sharing the same irritated expression. you replied to her first. “nah. me and shuri just friends. why?”

“i just be seeing y’all around campus laughing and stuff, so i thought you two go together,” she explained. “if not, though. you can put me on, right?”

you refrained from lunging at the girl. she barely looked your way, now she was asking you to put her on with the girl you liked? “i’ll try, but shuri don’t go for that stuff. you gotta get to know her, you know? just say hi to her on campus or something. i’m not a messenger.”

“it sound like you feeling her, but ight.”

“okay, we’re gonna be later than we already are,” syniah interjected, seeing that you were getting visibly upset. “we should get to the car.”

everyone agreed, going towards the exit of the place. tati stayed behind, waiting for you so she could say a few words. “let’s not cause a stir tonight, alright?”

“then tell that girl to mind her damn business,” you retorted, getting a bit heated. “she talking like she know shit.”

“you know what? just stick by me for the rest of the night. i’ll make sure none of them come near you.”

you breathed in and out deeply, attempting to calm yourself. you were going out, and causing a fight, whether it be physically or verbally, was not on your list. “that’s the plan.”

well, you can proudly say that tati was right. maybe too right.

you were actually having a really good time. you didn’t think you’d be drinking that might, but you got a bit cuaght up and did a few rounds of shots.

even syniah’s friends were fun. they were assholes most of the time, but they knew how to have a good time. maybe they weren’t so bad.

you could not be more wrong.

“hey, do you guys know where tati went?” you inquired, realizing that she was nowhere to be found. she had been by your side all night, so you didn’t blame her for wanting to have fun on her own. you were just growing worried.

kyah turned to you, looking around. “uhh, i don’t know. she’s probably with syniah.”

your nerves were eased for only a moment, when you saw syniah approaching from a distance. and tati nowhere to be found. you became worried, once again.

“oh,” kyah frowned, sitting up from the couch you all were on. “i guess not.”

madison sat up. “i think i heard tati say she was going to the kitchen for another drink. you can check there.”

you picked up your purse from your lap, hanging the strap of it on your shoulder, and stood from the couch. you weren’t too fond of the idea of getting lost in a sweaty crowd looking for your friend, but tati could be in the same situation, and you didn’t like the idea of her being by herself considering the fact you told her that you didn’t wanna be alone. you began to walk, but you were stopped by kendall who had stood up as well.

she looked apologetic for some reason. you were too intoxicated to care at the moment. “maybe i’ll come with you. you’re drunker than all of us, so-”

kyah interrupted the girl, handing you a bottle of water. “she’ll be fine. i need your help with something. remember, ken?” she turned back to you.

you shook off their weird behavior because, well, you were drunk. “i’ll be fine. just check your phones in case i call.”

with that, you walked off, beginning to search for your roommate.

you knew calling her name aloud would do no good, seeing as lil baby was blasting in your ears and everyone else’s.

you made your way through the crowd, constantly apologizing for bumping into others until you made it to the kitchen.

much to your dismay, tati wasn’t there. you figured she had left, but after asking a few people, she apparently hadn’t been there at all.

you decided to go back to the couch, to question the girls, but they weren’t there either. the thought of them setting you up flew into your mind, but you didn’t think they’d go that far.

although, it did make sense. why kendall seemed sorry before you left to find tati. still you held out hope that all the fun you had that night with them wasn’t just to get you by yourself.

in the middle of the never-ending crowd, you opened your water bottle, only to have it thrown to the ground because of someone bumping into you. stupidly, you squatted down to retrieve the only thing that could sober you up just a little, but you were knocked off your feet by the mindlessly swaying guests at the party.

you tried to shout to get someone to stop and help you up so you wouldn’t get tramped alive, but the music seemed to increase every time you spoke. you couldn’t tell if that was actually happening, or if your brain created that illusion.

thankfully, a stranger noticed you and helped you up from the floor. after muttering a quick thank you, you departed from them, still in search of the people you came with.

you dug into your purse, frantically searching for your phone. once you found it, you firstly dialed tati’s number. voicemail.

then syniah’s. voicemail.

then kendall’s. voicemail.

you didn’t bother with the other girls. there was no point and you had figured it out already, even though you were drunk and your brain was slowly shutting down. you had been set up. you had nothing to wake you up, and the effects of the drinks you had were already starting to weigh in even more.

your eyes began to water and you felt a lump forming in your throat. your fingernails dug into the palm of your hands as you bit back a sob. “shit, shit, shit, shit.”

this place was too big, and truthfully, you were too scared to start looking around. you could find yourself in places that you wouldn’t wanna be.

you were hurt. that tati could be in on something like this. she made a promise to ensure you enjoyed your night, now she was apart of the very reason why it was ruined.

you let your tears fall freely, not wanting your vision to blur even more than it already was beginning to. not a single person in the crowd noticed your sobs over the loud music. you continued walking until you were outside of the house and away from the property as a whole since there were still people outside.

you stopped a few blocks away, plopping down on a curb. you cried the entire time while walking there, but you let your loud sobs out once you knew you were alone.

pulling out your phone once again, you dialed the number of the one person you even felt like talking to anymore. she didn’t answer either. which didn’t shock you, since it was almost two in the morning. you left a message, hoping she’d somehow receive it. your only alternative at this point was to walk home, and you were absolutely that it would result in you getting kidnapped.

you tried to keep your cries down so you could speak, but it just resulted in annoying hiccups that wouldn’t go away.

“shuri, i’m gonna send you my-“ hiccup. “-location. my friends, err, not friends, they-“ hiccup. “-left me behind. i don’t know where they-“ hiccup. “-are. and i’m scared because i’m alone on this curb and the only light here is a streetlight-” hiccup. "-which keeps going on and off. but i’m scar-” hiccup. “-ed to go back into the party because i don’t feel safe i-” hiccup. “in there with a bunch of strangers either. i’m also drunk asshitso i’m barely-” hiccup. “-thinking straight. i hopeyoucan understand what i’m-” hiccup. “-saying.”

you hung up the phone, only praying that she’d be there soon. in the meantime, all you could do was wait. unfortunately, you were growing tired. but falling asleep in a place like this…not the best idea.

you had finally stopped crying, but being alone in your thoughts only restarted the cycle. you felt so betrayed. you knew syniah’s friends were low, but this was another low. if something bad happened to you, it’d be their fault, and there’s no way they weren’t aware of that. the fact that they knew the risks and still went through with a plan like this one made you sick to your stomach sickened you. you were hurt by tati the most. you never thought her to be apart of something like that.

your heart felt heavy, and so did your head. you buried it into your knees that were pressed to your chest. you just wanted to close your eyes for a second.

just for a second.

you didn’t even realize you had snoozed off for a few minutes until you heard the sound of someone shuffling behind you. the effects of alcohol were still heavy, but you were alert.

maybe you were stupid to be alone in the street in the middle of the night, but you needed a place that was quiet and wouldn’t result in you passing out.

you tried to keep the fear from being detected in your voice. you threw your purse a few feet away, planning on making a run for it. “my money’s in there, please, just leave me alone.”

you felt deeply relieved when you heard a small chuckle erupt from behind you, one that you actually recognized. “i don’t think i need money, but thank you for the offer.”

you looked up, placing your hand above your eyebrows to see the person and block the streetlight from ruining your view. relieved would be an understatement at this point to describe how you felt when you saw her face. shuri went to pick up your purse before walking back up to you and offering her hand.“let’s get you to my car.”

shuri gingerly wrapped one of your arms around her shoulder and held your waist to make sure you didn’t fall. carefully, she guided you to her vehicle. once you were inside, she put your seatbelt on for you and shut the door.

as shuri walked around the car and entered the driver’s seat, you realized she had parked near the party, meaning a lot of people saw the princess placing you in the car like some kind of girlfriend. you didn’t care though, since you were more concerned about other things. tiredly, you turned away from the window so you wouldn’t have to look at the gawking partygoers and rested your elbow on the side of the car.

shuri handed you a water bottle silently, prompting you to mutter a small “thank you” and taking it from her hands.

you felt embarrassed. you looked a mess. your makeup was smeared and ruined completely because of how many tears you had shed, along with the aftermath of you wiping them away carelessly.

“shuri, i-”

she heard your voice crack just a bit and held up a hand to stop you from speaking. “it’s okay. just rest for now. we can talk when we get to your dorm.”

“no,” you choked out. the last thing you wanted to do was see tati later or in the morning when you woke up. “i don’t wanna go there.”

the princess didn’t have any further questions. “alright. we can go to my dorm if you want.”

you hummed in acknowledgment. you couldn’t find the energy to speak anymore, feeling your eyelids suddenly grow heavy.

about twenty minutes later, you were woken up to feeling someone shaking your shoulder softly and whispering your name.

“don’t make me carry you bridal style,” shuri teased.

you offered a sleepy smile, still pretty much half asleep. “you won’t.”

she did.

the next few minutes were spent by shuri actually staying true to her words despite the odd looks she got from the people on the first floor. she kept having to tap you awake to make sure people were aware that she wasn’t carrying a dead body to her room.

once you two actually arrived to her room, she placed you on the right side of her bed. kneeling down to bring her face to your level, she spoke. “yam uthando, i know you are tired, but you need to shower.”

your eyebrows knitted together. “what does that mean?”

she let out a quiet snicker because of the fact that the name she called you was all you picked up on. “don’t worry about that. i have a spare towel in the bathroom and i will set some clothes for you, okay?”

you frowned, slurring your words. “i’msotired, though.”

“i know, (name).” she brought her face closer to yours, placing her hand on your cheek. “but you must shower. i’ll set a bath for you. try and wake up a bit.”

with that, she trotted into the bathroom, turning on the water. you knew it’d be on the colder side rather than the warm one, making you dread it even more. you sat up from the bed slowly, rubbing your eyes.

finally rising from the bed, you made your way over to shuri’s vanity to take in your appearance. you sat down on one of the two chairs near the vanity. your smeared makeup just reminded you of what had taken place earlier that night. all you could think of is the worst. the worst that could’ve happened being alone in a place like that. or if you were forced to walk home by yourself or hitch a ride with a stranger from the party. the worst could’ve occurred if shuri wasn’t awake and able to pick you up.

you could see her enter the bedroom behind you through the mirror and concern flooding her features when she noticed your teary-eyed look in the mirror.

she sat next to you on the other seat that was near the vanity. she reached into one of the drawers, pulling out makeup remover. had this been anyone else, you’d refuse because you would think it’s out of pity. but, for shuri, you just knew that wasn’t the case. and because of that, your nerves were easing.

“i didn’t even know you did makeup.”

shuri flashed her teeth. “yeah, no, i usually take drunk girls to my dorm to remove their makeup and set a bath for them.”

her attempt at making you smile was successful. “and here i was thinking i was special.”

the grin on her face faded after a few moments and she becomes serious. “are you okay with telling me what happened yet?”

she uses her finger to bring you closer to her face by your jaw and you suddenly felt weak again.

you close your eyes as she drags the wipe across your eyelids. “to tell you the short version, my roommate convinced me to go out with her, like i told you earlier. i was having fun, up until they all decided to play some stupid joke on me where they leave me by myself at a party with a crowd of strangers and no protection. that’s when i left and called you.”

“so that’s why you didn’t want to go to your dorm,” she said, more of a statement rather than a question. you nodded, anyway. “i’m so, sorry, (name). i don’t usually like to do this, but i’ll use my privileges if i have to do they get proper punishment for what they did. it was messed up, and imagine what would’ve happened had i not been able to pick you up. i’ve never heard of people being so reckless like this.”

the princess tossed the pile of makeup wipes in the trash and grabbed your wrist to guide you to the bathroom. as you two walked, you cleared your throat. “thank you once again, shuri. i keep thinking about what could’ve gone wrong if i didn’t have you. you have saved me and helped me in more ways than i could imagine. i’m incredibly grateful for you, and trust me, when i sober up in the morning, i plan to prove my thankfulness.”

“you probably can’t do that.” she shook her head. the curly-haired girl handed you a white towel from the bottom of the sink. “you’ll be too busy reeling from a hangover.”

“oh, right. the day after that, then.”

she beamed and then pointed to the bathtub. “shower first, plan later. i’ll get some clothes for you that i can find since you have nothing else to wear.”

you felt very much refreshed after the shower, regardless of the fact that it was cold as hell. you were still tired, but you felt a lot less dirty.

once you had changed, shuri supplied you with a head wrap since you didn’t have a bonnet with you either.

you had collapsed into her bed incredibly easily. you just wanted to put everything that had occurred to rest, at least for the night. you were so drained that you could barely function.

shuri joined you in bed after shutting off the lights and plugging in your very dead phone. as soon as she entered the bed, she faced you. “once again, i’m sorry for everything you endured tonight.”

“it’s not your fault, shuri. you don’t need to apologize. you’re not responsible for their actions,” you reassured her. “oh, and one of the girls wanted your number, by the way. just in case you’re into that.”

“oh, shut up,” she teased, letting out a breathy chuckle. “you can let her know that i’m not interested in people who purposely hurt my friend.”

that definitely cheered you up a bit, although the friend title stung just a little. it was silent for a few seconds after that, and because of that, you mind wandered elsewhere. you didn’t have much willpower because of how tired you were, so your eyes innocently flickered to shuri’s lips. you found yourself staring. her lips looked so kissable.

shuri furrowed her eyebrows, an amused smile tugging at her mouth. “what?”

your eyes widened. did you say that out loud? “what?”

“you just said-”

“oh! my bad, i didn’t mean to say that out loud. i wasn’t thinking it for like a long time, though! it was like an intrusive thought, and it just popped up.”

she laughed again. “i know. it’s alright. just rest.”

you closed your eyes, but something felt off. “can you do that thing where you rub circles on my hand whenever i’m trying to sleep? i think i need it tonight more than anything.”

she didn’t reply, but simply just began to do so. you fell asleep soon after that, but shuri, however, couldn’t. she was just admiring you and your beauty. bast, you were perfect in her eyes. even a drunken mess, you looked amazing. she truly was falling for you. even when you made that comment about her lips, she wanted to ask you to kiss her, but this was not how she wanted your second kiss to be. the first one was already forced, courtesy of your family, but she wanted the next to actually be special.

and how could she forget about her plan to invite you to wakanda for winter break? there was no christmas in wakanda, so she feared that you’d say no for that reason. once again, it was her obliviousness talking. unbeknownst to her, you’d say yes the second she asked because the thought was in your mind as well.

just when the princess started to drift off, your phone began to ring loudly. she was scared that you’d wake up, so she immediately reached her hand over your body to grab your phone. she was going to decline because of how late it was. that was until she saw the name.

tati.

she had a lot of words to say to your roommate, none of which were nice. angrily, she answered.

“hello?”

“hello, (name)! where the hell are you, girl? you haven’t been answering any of my texts or calls, and i’ve searched this house like a million times! you’re scaring me, dude! can you please confirm that you’re okay and safe and tell me where you are? i can’t find you, and the girls are saying that you ditched them for some girl, but me and syniah don’t believe that because you’re awful at flirting and you’ve been attached to me the entire night. syniah said you left as she was walking up to you and the girls and she hasn’t seen you since. i’m on the verge of passing out. please say something.”

well, that certainly caught shuri off guard. she looked over at you, completely knocked out. waking you up was off the table, but shuri knew she couldn’t leave tati in the dark.

“hey, tati. this is shuri.”

shuri could hear her gasp through the phone. “shuri? why do you have (name)‘s phone?”

“because your friends were the ones that ditched her. she was alone, and i had to get her myself. i don’t want to be invasive, but you should seriously reconsider who you hang out with. they didn’t have a problem with leaving (name) by herself, knowing what could’ve happened, especially since she was drunk.”

“i knew i couldn’t trust those bitches! they’re not my friends, by the way, and i’ll make sure syniah drops their asses. but just to make sure, (name) is okay, right?”

“yes. she’s asleep,” shuri confirmed. “she didn’t want to come to the dorm because she thought you were involved in this incident as well.”

the hurt was evident in tati’s voice. “oh. well, can you clear things up with her when she wakes up, then? the last thing i need her to do is be mad at me right now.”

“of course,” shuri agreed. “goodnight, tati.”

“goodnight, shuri. and thank you so much for being there. you truly do care about her more than anybody who has ever come into her life since i’ve known her.”

tati hung up after that, leaving shuri udaku in silence, beaming like a complete idiot.

[threepointseven]

fufu 👁👃👁

hoo i saw the intelligent s/o and can i ask u to have the same setting basically but it's their boyfriend being jelaous this time since the reader is popular in this setting it sounds so interesting ! 😋

with the same characters as the other post probably, since i also like Scaramouchie 🌚 tyty

is it possible to be bald anon - 👩‍🦲

i might wanna request again in the future 👩🏻‍🍳

Their s/o is incredibly popular and smart so the boys get jealous when people keep trying to ask them out!

🌺summary!🌺- your super popular and intelligent, the boys get jealous because everyone has a crush on you because ur popular and smart

Type-, HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= scaramouche x gn! Reader, albedo x gn! Reader, venti x gn! Reader

Toxins!🥀: mentions of alcohol, torture

Note🍀= HIII YES OFC YOU CAN BE BALD ANON!!!! UR MY FIRST ANON SO HELLO 🧑‍🦲 ANON😈😈😈😈 I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS SO YOU REQUEST AGAIN IN THE FUTURE!

Regarding the post they were referring to: Their s/o is smart and beautiful but has a short temper and gets jealous easily

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Albedo

Albedo was very aware from the start that you were popular and everyone wanted a moment with you, but he didnt think he’s really be jealous, after all he’s never felt such an emotion.

But he just cant help but feel the unknown emotion when he watches you try to deal with a bombard of men flirting with you

“Y/N-! I bet i could give you a good time tonig-“

“Ah dont listen to this drunkard Y/N! Im sure im the fit for ya-“

the foreign emotion of green washes over him when everyday the emotion gets bigger

Everyday it was you walking around in mondstat and being greeted with random men asking if you wanted to have a drink with him.

He starts being more touchy in public, putting his arm around your waist and he tends to glare at the men if they get too close

One day he snapped when a man borderline harassed you and put his filthy paws on your body, the compliments from him showered you but Albedo wasnt having any of it.

In a blink his lips were on yours and he stared daggers into the man’s eyes.

“Apologies sir, but Y/N is my lover. Dont go anywhere near them.”

your blushing ofc. Once the man leaves your smug asf and you cup his cheeks giggling

“I dont know whats gotten into me..”

“Your jealous bedo-!”

“…. You seem to be popular”

“You know im yours right? “

“I know love, but it seems to me mondstat doesn't know that..”

he pulls you into a sweet kiss while you chuckle, returning the kiss happily and you promised him to push away the men who take it too far, or atleast ask him for help.

you giggle and tease him while he blushes claiming he isnt, (he is)

Venti

Your a pretty thing, he understands the amount of people trying to drag you to their bedroom, and tbh venti isnt that much of a jealous person

It goes against his entire “freedom” aesthetic so he really doesnt try to pry on the people flirting with you

But when he is jealous its mostly cause he’s insecure. And trust me venti is insecure

If you go into another persons shoes and sees the two of you together, dating and being lovey dovey its literally a broke alcoholic that doesnt even have a job beside an incredibly successful, popular, beautiful person.

Now if you put it that way it doesnt sound so pleasing now does it?

So when venti catches a man as equally successful as you, handing you fresh flowers and a bracelet made out of cor lapis and amethyst the insecurity and jealousy burns like a fire and his smile falters.

The thoughts “your literally a drunkard, they deserve better”

Uncontrollably go in and out of his mind but he runs inbetween you and the man just before the rando leans in for a kiss

“Oi mister this is my lover!”

your shocked and freeze, looking at venti frowning and poking the man

“I get that theyre handsome and Super smart but theyre mine alright!”

he hugs your figure and slaps the qinxins away from your hand, dragging you away from the man

“Venti-! I was gonna reject them anyways, whats up? Your not usually possessive or jealous ..?”

you cup his cheeks noticing the uncharacteristic envy you see in his eyes, kissing his forehead gently

“… your okay with dating someone like me… right?”

you stare at his pitiful puppy dog eyes and pull him into a big hug

“Of course venti! I wouldve broken up with you ages ago if i thought you really are just a broke alcoholic you know?”

he chuckles and you two stay in that little hug for a pretty long time

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is the most jealous and possessive person you know, if a person looks at you for too long hes already planning his next homicide

Over the months scaramouche has learned to trust you more and more, he trusts you more than anyone and anything, he’s committed. And when trust came he also started to become more comfortable with physical touch so he isnt at all against putting an arm around your waist or kissing your forehead in public.

Among the fatui you’re extremely popular. Underlings say goodmorning to you in the hallways as they talk about how your hair looks soft to their friends with heart eyes

It pisses scaramouche off so much. He’s always been possessive but there was this one time where all self control just broke.

You were just having your lunch break, waiting for scaramouche to come so you two could talk as usual but a man came into your office, he wore the fatui uniform so you knew he was an underling

“Ah yes! Do you need anything?” You smile softly and your eyes widen as the man stutters and takes out the bouquet he was hiding and a shiny necklace.

little do you know right before the man was gonna confess scaramouche was outside your office, eyes twitching, arms crossed, trying his hardest not to behead the underling so he could listen to their pathetic words.

“Y-Y/N!”

you were shocked at the sound of your first name coming from a worker you had no idea existed..

Tbh you couldnt even remember his name but he was spouting sap left and right.

“This is really sweet of you but you know scaramouche is my boyfriend-“

“I-i know but i could treat you so much better! He’s always angry and such while i could be a much more loving-“

“I think that's enough talking your bullshit.”

The cold voice of scaramouche appeared out of nowhere and he glared at the man with eyes that showed no mercy

while the underling was begging for forgiveness your boyfriend paid no mind to him. Taking him by the collar and dragging him around like a dog

“I’ll be 10 minutes dove.”

he kisses your forehead before dragging the underling to his personal little torture room (btw i love the idea of scara having a torture room ngl💀)

Its safe to say his parents never saw their son ever again.

[pluviophile-imagines]

I ride or die for gang orca, god

Can you just imagine how surprised he’d be at someone else defending him /getting upset on his behalf??? He’d melt if it was his S/O as well ahhh

YEAHHH like. He’s so big and scary, and plays that up so much in his hero persona, that I think a lot of people r too afraid to say anything directly to him. And he’s used to it, knows it’s not worth the fight, because if he’s perceived as aggressive in any way it’ll only make things worse and any kind of push back will be seen as aggressive from him.

But once the pair of you become involved enough that he’s bringing you to hero galas and other events, people realize they’re free to make snide comments where you can hear; if it’s not implying you’re only with him for the money and social standing (because how could you possibly be genuinely attracted to someone so inhuman) then it’s horrible, invasive questions about ur sex life (he‘s surely so animalistic, you must like it rough) or, worst of all, condescendingly expressing concern that he might be forcing you into a relationship somehow (because he’s so villainous, really, and if u need help just ask) and it’s that last one that makes you snap the first time, mostly because it happens right as he’s returning from getting you a drink and you haven’t been dating very long but you can see the way his face falls as he catches the very end of the question—

And you see red. Really, you don’t feel calm until hours later—not until after you’ve screamed yourself hoarse and called the offending party every rude name under the sun, after Kugo finally managed to drag you far enough away that all you could do was keep glaring at them as if you could make them burst into flames with a look, after he sheepishly told your host that you both had better make it an early night and head home. You’re still buzzing in the car, and he’s agitated too, and you think you should probably apologize to him at least for making such a scene but you’re not sorry, not really, because more than anything it was that look he’d made, involuntarily, that had broken your heart.

(And you shouldn’t have been worried, because once he ushers you into his apartment he doesn’t even let you say all of that. You get out a single word and then he’s kissing you, pressing you up against the door he’d just closed, growling into your mouth about how much you drive him insane. You realize, as his mouth moves from your lips to your jaw to your neck, that his agitation had never been disappointment or anger with you)

So it’s not until you’re laying in his bed with your head on his chest and his arms around you, the both of you lax and satiated, that you finally feel calm. You can feel his steady heartbeat beneath your ear; it’s soothing. It’s human.

[yuichi-ro]

god that was sooo fugging juicy;; my brains seggsy? what about urs??

feeling generous so also consider miwa being introduced to toys out of utahime’s private collection. taking delight in explaining each and every one of them, her shy but very curious questions falling from kissed swollen lips. there is so much to learn and she is so very eager! what an unknown world that has opened in front of her now! so slowly reader and utahime coax her to be bolder, more confident and beckon her to me as insatiable as she wishes to be, exploring any kink she is curious about so she can just become as good as a gal pal as utahime and reader! to make them proud!

i highkey feel like miwa would be into (semi) public stuff- the idea of people watching her or catching her really turns her on courtesy of the first time she caught reader and utahime together (and maybe that becomes a regular thing too, utahime and reader always know that miwa is there, she is not exqctly subtle but only sometimes do they call her out to join them directly)

but i rant. women go brrr. i have so many juicy thoughts about em u have no idea

enjoy your day as usual!

-🌌

your always so sexy and generous too me babe 🥺 feeding my gay little soul so well ;;o;;

cw: fem!Reader, wlw smut, heavy on the corruption kink, toy usage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, smuttiness askbox is open

utter corruption and tainting of Miwa's cute little clueless mind starts in the classroom.

from the moment she catches her two favorite teachers going at it. To the slough of questions she has afterwards as she's pressed against Utahime's breast and hushed for asking too many questions and not sucking on her tits enough. Miwa is just so excited to finally be apart of "gal time" that she doesn't question anything you two tell her to do! In fact, she ends up being the one asking all the question and it comes to life that you and Utahime have quiet the little closeted freak on your hands...

encouraged to masturbate up at the front of class. On your desk of all things. With her leg spread wide towards the door. Sure you and Utahime are standing in front of her, a passerby couldn't see her unless they stopped and looked closer. But as she feverishly rubs her swollen little clit in front of the both of you. Oozing her juices down on your desk. Utahime clicking her tongue and telling her that she'll have to clean it up afterwards if she's going to be so messy. But it's alright she's so fucked out of her mind when her orgasm ripples through her body and you and Utahime get the pleasure of watching your star student cum all over her own fingers on top of your desk. Just to follow that up with her tongue lapping at her cold juices on the desk top. Bent over still so soaked. Utahime commenting about how disappointing it is that she's cumming around nothing. Only for Miwa to snap back to it how she wants more. And does she get more...

fucking herself on a toy you both agree on. Suctioned to the counter and the two of you groping the perky young sorcerer. Utahime and yourself lavishing her tits in your tongues as the two of you spread her legs nice and far. So you can watch the veiny toy bulge in her stomach each time Miwa takes too much of it. Haven't really taught her yet to slow down bc she's just so eager ♡

the toys simply don't stop at what she can do to herself. Oh no. Not when she sat there naked and patiently as she watched you fuck Utahime. Just to nearly cum from grinding her legs together when she watched Utahime cum on your strap, switch and then see you cum on the very toy you were just fucking her teacher with. That moment on Miwa becomes obessed with the wear able toys.

determined to have you both and be the best gal pal there is. She's pushing herself on the biggest toys she can. Gushing over their silicone sides. Cumming untouched simply by fucking herself. So when the time comes and you and Utahime are pinning her between your bodes, Miwa is more than ready to take you both

stuffing both her holes full of only the best toys. Bonus if they vibrate. Bc the way Utahime snickers and cranks the setting up to the highest one. Watching Miwa sob and shake on your straps. Cumming one right after the other and clenching around your toys. Doesn't matter who's in what hole. Bc by the end of it Miwa is sandwhiched between the two of you stuffed full of your straps and drooling on someone's chest bc she passed out about three orgasms ago. But a good gal pal keeps going and that's just what she lets you do. Cute lil Miwa is the best gal pal while she lets you and Utahime use her like a pretty cock sleeve for your straps to be buried in until she chokes on her sobs ♡

[from-a-reckless-writer]

iv. couch.

read on ao3

To Lena: r u busy??? U didnt answer my calls. Dinner later?

To Lena: my place.

To Lena: Or yours! Can totally go to urs. If u want.

To Lena: Lena????

To Lena: where are u??

To Lena: Answer my calls

To Lena: Pls?

Kara rounds the corner of her hallway, keys bitten, dangling from her lips, as she types with both hands. Her 67th text message of the day to an MIA Lena Luthor sent. She fails to notice the creature lurking around the front of her door; dark fur shining under the cheap LED lights of Kara’s corridor.

She’s still deeply absorbed in her phone with worry, in the middle of jamming her keys in with one hand, when something furry brushes against her legs and Kara yelps.

She pulls the knob clean out of the wood in shock, her phone dropping to the floor loudly, the cat doing a duet with her with a startled yowl of her own.

Heart hammering and adrenaline racing, Kara looks down and sees the cat for the first time.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasps, “I didn’t see you there, buddy. I’m sorry for startling you!! I didn’t mean it.”

The door knob clatters loudly to the ground as it falls out of her grasp. And Kara sheepishly feels guilty for the hole in her door. But the cat meows loudly, catching her attention, as if in response to her apology.

She crouches down low, and reaches out a hand to touch the furball. She snaps a quick pic, sends it to Lena and pockets her phone.

To Lena: KITTY!!

“Oh, oh come here,” she coos, “where’s your collar? How’d you get here huh?”

The cat reminds her of Streaky. The first stray who ever took to her kindly. Although upon closer inspection, Kara realizes this one has striking emeralds for eyes, Streaky’s eyes were a more softer blue.

The cat surprisingly seems friendly, immediately leaning into Kara’s touch. Nosing at the inside of Kara’s wrist and it’s such a familiar gesture but she can’t seem to remember why.

And...oh, a small rumbling echoes through Kara’s palm!

Oh, they’re purring!

Kara doesn’t know how long she stays there crouched low exactly, but eventually, she stands up, takes her hand away, and picks up the damaged doorknob.

“Well, time for you to go home now, buddy,” she tells them, giving their head one last pat before dusting off her hands on her jacket.

“Go on, shooo. Shoo. Go home. I’m sure your human is looking for you.”

But the cat remains unmoving. It looks like they’ve decided to sit firmly in front of Kara’s doorstep, casually licking a paw, as if waiting for Kara to open her door.

“Are you actually waiting for me to open my door?” Kara makes a mental note to thank Rao that none of her neighbors can see her trying to hold a proper conversation with a cat.

“Look, kitty,” she says firmly, “I’m not your human.”

The cat just blinks owlishly at her. Eyes too green, too intelligent and-

Kara makes up her mind.

She turns her face skywards, takes a deep breath (This will probably backfire, she already knows. But she's always had a soft spot for strays.) and then she pushes her door wide open.

The cat races inside, cutting through Kara’s legs and almost tripping her.

“Well, somebody’s excited,” Kara mutters under her breath, she watches the cat head for her living room couch; watches as they pause all of a sudden, changes course and jumps onto Kara’s coffee table instead.

Where the cat then proceeds to knock down everything in close vicinity, even the picture frame of her and Lena together.

“Hey! No! Bad kitty-”

But the cat is already hopping down from her pedestal, landing on the frame directly.

And then things get weird.

The cat proceeds to stomp all over it, meows loud, like really loud; insanely loud for a cat their size.

Her paw seems to be almost pointing? At the other person in the frame.

“I-” Kara seems taken aback by the bizarre behavior, sure she knows cats are vastly different from dogs, but this…

This is just weird.

The cat’s meowing only seems to get louder.

How you land yourselves in these situations, Kara. I really just don’t know, at this point. She can almost hear Alex say.

“What are you- Are you- are you pointing? That’s- That’s Lena, yeah. That’s my best friend.”

At that, the cat seems to vibrate. They start clawing at Kara’s pant leg, meowing and meowing and meowing—

And then it hits her.

"-but it turns out that she’s a witch. And apparently, so am I."

The green, green eyes.

A pink nose nuzzling against her wrist.

“Lena?”

******

“Oh, Rao! Lena you’re a cat! What happened?! Oh, no, baby what did you do?”

Lena-

Lena The Cat—and okay, so she’s still wrapping her head around that one—just stays silent. She’s sitting on her lap, looking regal than any cat has any right to be. A judgmental look in her eyes.

Lena’s a cat. Cat’s can’t speak. Can’t answer Kara’s questions.

“Right. Sorry. Only meow,” Kara murmurs, embarrassed. For some reason even in cat form Lena manages to be intimidating.

“Okay so, uh d-does that mean you still understand me? Two meows for yes. One meow for no.”

Kara gets two meows.

“Okay, cool, cool. Great. You can still understand me, that's good.” Kara runs a hand down her spine, “Gosh, your fur is just so soft.”

She hears Lena give a small growl, body tensing, “Right. Right. Sorry. Not the time for pets.” Kara retracts her hand away.

“Uhm, so next question then, I guess? D-did you become a cat this morning? Were you testing out your uhm...gift?”

Lena meows twice. Kara nods, clenching and unclenching her fist underneath her chin. Fingers itching to run themselves through Lena’s soft fur again. Lena seems to sense this, and nuzzles her face into Kara’s hand, bumps against her repeatedly.

“Really?” Kara double-checks, giddy. If she were human Kara bets Lena would be rolling her eyes like she always does when Kara does something particularly dorky, but she just pushes her head firmer against Kara’s hand and meows twice.

“So uhm,” she starts, cautiously, noting Lena’s increasing purr, “is there like a spellbook for this or something? Something that can help you transform back?

Lena meows yes.

“Is it in The Tower or back at your place?”

There are no responses.

“Sorry, sorry lemme rephrase, is it in The Tower?”

She gets two consecutive meows.

Okay, to The Tower it is.

******

“Are you going to tell me why you’re cradling a cat in your cape or??” Alex raises a brow at her, a hand on her hip, left foot tapping impatiently. Her sister was heading out for the day, it looks like. It was just tough luck that Supergirl landed one minute before the elevator took Alex.

Crap. Now they have to explain. They didn’t talk about this. Lena still hasn’t told her if it was okay to tell people about her gift.

“I-I rescued it,” Kara says.

Well, that isn’t so far from the truth, right? She stares at the bundle in her arms, Lena the traitor staying silent all the while—green eyes shining all innocent at Kara.

Alex’s stares intensifies.

“From a tree,” Kara flounders, and Lena The Cat has the audacity to yawn, squirm and jump away from her arms. She lands gracefully, tail swishing up in the air and heads straight for the lab.

Alex eyes the cat suspiciously before turning back to Kara. She jabs a finger to her chest. “It better not have any fleas. It better not touch my training mat.”

“She won’t.”

Alex just shakes her head, rolls her eyes, grabs her helmet and walks to the elevator.

Before she goes though, Alex says, “You know, this is gonna sound weird, but I swear I think I saw that same cat slinking out of The Tower earlier this morning.”

“Alex, she’s literally a black cat. There are hundreds of black cats in the city.”

“You're being weirdly defensive about this. Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

Alex seems like she wants to say more, but the elevator dings, and she’s never been more grateful that Kelly makes Alex pick her up from work. Alex huffs out breath, before conceding and disappearing into the lift.

******

The camera flash is what gets Kara busted.

But is it really her fault if she walked in on a cute kitty, hunched over, meowing adorably, trying to flip over the pages of a thick spellbook, with her teeny-tiny bean paws?

Lena hisses at her, teeth-bared and fur puffy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you were just really, really, really cute okay?” She walks closer to the desk, carefully lifts a hand and scratches Lena behind the ear.

The hissing slowly devolves into purring, and Kara grins triumphantly. Lena lets herself be picked up after a few moments, Kara leafing through the pages for her.

“So, found anything yet?” She asks, cradling Lena close to her chest. A warm weight on Kara’s arms, and as much as she wants to get her real Lena back, she also isn’t too eager on giving up this version anytime soon. Then again, Kara thinks, it would be impossible for her to give up any version of Lena Luthor.

“Spell? Charm? Anything? Do you need to make a potion? Are we gonna get to make a potion? Oh, oh do you need a wand? Do you have a wa-”

Kara’s words get muffled as two black paws press against her lips. Lena’s green eyes narrowing at her. She meows at Kara. Loudly.

“Mkay, mkay. Shut up. Got it.”

Lena removes her paws, and Kara makes a gesture of zipping her lips together. This seems to appease Lena enough because the next second, a pink tongue darts out and she...licks Kara's nose.

“Did you- did you just lick me?” Kara gasps out.

Lena doesn’t even acknowledge her with a meow, just turns away and jumps out of her arms again. Before Kara can do anything about it though, her phone rings.

The screen lighting up with Andrea’s name.

“Danvers, I’ve got a story for you.”

******

“Alex, please, I’ll be quick. I promise. I’ll only be three hours at the most. Please just look after her,” she pleads, pouting and puppy eyes in full power.

It also helps that the cat burrito in her cape looks to be cooperating. Lena The Cat staring at Alex with wide round eyes.

Apparently, some governor was found dead downtown, and now Andrea wants her on the scene. She can’t just leave Lena all alone in The Tower. No matter how hard Lena’s been protesting, this is brand new territory for both of them. Nobody knows the extent of Lena’s powers.

Point is, Kara would feel a lot better if she were to leave Lena under the care of someone she trusts. Even if said someone, accuses Lena of being a stray with fleas. It's still better than leaving Lena all on her own.

“Ugh.” Alex groans and Kara knows she’s won. “If this cat causes trouble I will throw it out the window, Kara.”

“No!” Kara yells, distressed. “Don’t do that. She’ll behave. She promises.”

She puts her hand under Lena’s arms and raises her up to eye level—Simba style. “You promise to be good for Alex, don’t you?”

All she gets is a lot of squirming and screaming, there were also a lot of attempts at scratching Kara’s nose.

“See?” Kara says, chuckling nervously. “She’s telling you she’s good.”

Alex looks skeptical, her arms crossed against her chest.

Kara sets her down on the couch, and crouches down low.

She tries to pet her head, but Lena bites at her finger, she catches her teeth on the skin of her supersuit’s thumb slot. She bites deeper, her teeth accomplishing nothing but a few dents.

And oh, Rao she thinks she’s such a feral little cat but her pink adorable gummy snarl says otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back. I promise,” she whispers, careful not to let Alex hear. “And then we’ll figure it out later, okay? The safest place for you right now is to be with Alex.”

She really doesn’t want to go, and based on Lena’s protests she doesn’t want Kara to go either. But well, Andrea had finally threatened to fire her if she disobeyed...which is...fair.

She’s aware she’s been doing a less than stellar job at being a journalist lately. Rao, what an understatement. This is basically her make it or break it.

“Look, I’ll be quick, promise. Be good to Alex,” Kara murmurs. She presses a kiss on Lena’s furry forehead. Lena finally unclenches her jaw and lets Kara go. The little whine she lets out, letting Kara know that she knows the battle’s lost.

“Both of you, be good,” Kara tells them sternly. “Alex, please don’t yeet my cat out of the window.”

Alex shrugs, staring at the cat with suspicion. “I make no promises.’

Lena is staring at Alex just as hostile. Great. They both deserve each other.

Kara sighs exasperatedly. Well, at least she tried.

******

She gets a very angry Alex Danvers on the line, right after she’s finished talking to some sources. It’s nighttime now, and when she checks her watch—yep, she’s left Lena in Alex’s care for more than six hours.

Crap.

“Hey, Al—”

“KARA IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THIS THIS THIS GODDAMNED HAIRBALL RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL NEVER SEE IT EVER AGAIN.”

There is loud meowing, and then, “What the- Get off! Get off me right no-”

The line clicks dead.

Kara Danvers quickly changes into an alley, manages to break the sound barrier.

******

It’s Kelly who opens the door.

“Hey, Kara,” she greets her. Kara is impatiently rocking on her heels, trying to peer past Kelly’s shoulders.

The place was quiet; ridiculously quiet, and Kara feels fear swoop in her belly.

“Please, tell me my cat is still alive,” Kara bursts out, Kelly just gives her a pained smile and oh, no, oh no.

She muscles her way past Kelly to a brooding Alex on the couch.

Lena is nowhere to be seen.

“Alex, Alex where’s my cat? Where is she? Where did you put her?”

Alex finally looks up at her, Kara taking notice of the red marks on her arm.

Oh no, Lena, what did you do?

“Calm down, I didn’t throw the little demon away. She’s-" Alex sing-songs before finishing, "on time-out.”

“Time-out?” Kara asks, voice shaking. Rao, does she really want to know.

Alex takes too long to answer, taking a swig of her beer first before pointing to a corner in the living room.

And there, she spots it.

It, being a small pile of laundry on the floor, next to an upside down hamper. A big white hamper housing one Lena Luthor. There's a crude cardboard sign stuck on it; "Kitty Jail". Alex has also stacked a few encyclopedia on top of it, no doubt an attempt to keep Lena from escaping.

“Oh! Oh, Lena!”

Kara superspeeds her way and scoops Lena up, the cat meowing immediately and curling into Kara’s chest.

“You named the cat after Lena?!”

Crap.

Kara turns around slowly, “Uhm yeah?”

Alex just shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Her eyes reminded me of Lena, okay?!” Kara yells defensively, pressing tiny kisses onto Lena’s fur.

“I’m sorry that Alex has been such a meanie to you," she coos, "I know you didn’t deserve it, baby."

Alex seems to perk up at that, because she raises up from the couch. “That,” Alex jabs a finger in their direction, Kara cradles Lena protectively, “That baby ruined my couch and she so totally deserves all the mean! All the mean in the world, Kara!”

Lena hisses in her arms.

“No, no. That’s not true. Lena is baby and she’s perfect and you’re just a meanie.”

“She ruined my upholstery! She left hair all over the place and that’s not even to mention the scratching!”

“Because you were mean to her!”

Alex scoffs, eyes bulging wide in disbelief.

“Get out,” Alex says, her brows pinching comically, “Get out of my apartment before that little devil causes more damage.”

“Gladly,” Kara says, and Lena meows her assent. They make their way past Alex, Kara unaware that Lena has stuck out her little tongue at Alex over her shoulder.

“And she’s not a little devil!” Kara calls out.

Alex slams the door in her face.

******

That evening, Kara pores over a thick spellbook, eyes swimming with Latin symbols with a purring machine on her lap.

By midnight, Kara has managed to pass out on her couch, a black cat curled on her chest.

The spellbook lay open on her coffee table, forgotten.

******

The first sight that greets Kara when she wakes up are green eyes.

Green human eyes.

And then it hits her.

“Lena!”

The spell had blessedly wore off by morning, and Kara’s never been more glad to see the sunlight lighting up Lena’s face.

For a moment, Kara’s assaulted with the mental image of laying in a pool of sunlight with a black cat stretching leisurely next to her.

“Good morning,” Lena purrs, and oh Rao, that sound is much, much better than her meowing.

“You’re back!” Kara gasps in awe.

“I’m back,” she whispers, she’s still draped fully over Kara on the couch. A blanket covering them both.

“Rao, I missed you.” A palm comes up to cup her cheeks, Lena automatically nuzzling into the inside of her wrist.

“Mm, I missed me, too,” Lena tells her, face breaking into a small smile. Kara traces her fingers up and down Lena’s spine. Oh, how she’s missed touching Lena’s skin.

Wait-

Skin.

Is she-

“Lena,” Kara begins, swallowing. Her nerves not going unnoticed.

Lena raises a brow at her. “Kara?”

“Are you- uhm- ah. Are you naked right now?”

Lena’s eyes light up like a cat’s and Kara knows she’s in trouble.

“Mm. It seems that I am,” Lena says, and all Kara can do is gulp.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

special shoutout to @mike-wachowski, @sexybread-png and @thebreakfastgod for their cat expertise without whom this silly little fic would not be written.

[captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship]

Good luck on your test! What kind of oral exam is it going to be?

So imo Az in acosf is kind of a hot mess when it comes to his love life…and personally I can’t see him having a crush on Gwyn in THAT book specifically (let me know how u feel about this), though I love their chemistry and banter 😇

HOWEVER I wonder if Gwyn had a little crush on him 🧐 what r ur thoughts on this?

It’s an oral exam for a class that’s called MSK3 (musculoskeletal 3). It focuses on the spine. Basically I could be asked any question that has anything to do with nerves, the spine, comparing and contrasting different syndromes, etc. something people don’t really know about me is that I am a 2nd year doctor of physical therapy student!

Omg ACOSF Az is a hot mess. His brothers both found their mates, he isn’t allowed to be with either girl he pines for, he doesn’t feel comfortable in the HoW as much anymore because of Nesta and Cas and their love of sex everywhere. He is probably frustrated with the whole koschei situation, his brother and feyre and their newborn almost died at the same time. This is all on top of his already deep self loathing and his feelings that he is not good enough/is an outcast.

I have zero doubt that by the end of ACOSF, he might consider gwyn a friend, or at least a close acquaintance. He does not have a crush on her. He is too in his head about Elain and mor to even think about gwyn in that capacity. I see them very clearly fulfilling the friends to lovers trope, which is something we have not seen in ACOTAR so far (except with kallias and Viviane).

I have always had conflicting thoughts on gwyn having a crush on Az during ACOSF. We never get in her head, so we don’t really know her feelings. I think she instinctually feels safe around him. I think their mating bond hasn’t snapped yet, or it has but their respective trauma’s are dimming it. However, even before the mating bond snaps there is a pull towards your mate. Their banter makes me think that she is curious about him and feels safe enough around him to push his buttons. Sometimes I think she does have a crush on him and she is hiding it, sometimes I think the mating bond is pushing them to interact, and sometimes I think some of her initial feelings have to do with the fact that he was kind and saved her on the worst night of her life. I have no doubt that she feels grateful to him, for what he did in the past and for what he is teaching her now. Gwyn is one of the only characters in ACOTAR to go through real therapy for their trauma outside of a romantic relationship.

So short answer is I think maybe? Honestly I think they are going to be blind to their chemistry and will think that they each have unrequited feelings for the other until she says f it and makes the first move to kiss him. These are some idiot friends to lovers but I also think that them being friends first is key to how they will have the healthiest and most honest relationship out of the three bat boys.