sorry I am like REALLY EMOTIONAL about my cat right now

AU MASTER LIST

So here is a bunch of AU’s that I’ve collected over…. a long time. Enjoy

Awkward Meetings

  • I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry
  • I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?
  • You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man
  • You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies
  • You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre and why isn’t this working, you’re just choking harder now this is aweful
  • We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame
  • I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, im so sorry
  • You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.
  • I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat
  • You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????
  • You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that
  • You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist
  • This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and  you’re deathly afraid of flying. 
  • I got into a cab to find someone already inside
  • You thought I was your friend/sister
  • Holy shit, im in the wrong car.
  • I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.
  • It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
  • You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…
  • I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear
  • This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?
  • We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because your terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.
  • You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?

Neighbour/Roomate

  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs
  • You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!
  • The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling
  • My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.
  • My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra 
  • You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.
  • You’re my neighbour and you are stealing my wifi to watch porn and can you not?
  • You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?
  • I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?
  • I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know its like the fourth time this week…
  • You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU
  • My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep
  • It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP
  • We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?

Pets

  • I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog. 
  • My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward. 
  • We are neighbours and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?
  • My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders
  • I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye
  • My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.
  • My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?
  • My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you cam home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar
  • Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog
  • You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet

Music

  • I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music
  • You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.
  • You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…
  • Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?
  • I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?

Supernatural

  • I’m a wizard and I just accidently apparated into your house. Oops.
  • I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.
  • I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt
  • You’re a greek god and I’m the roman counterpart. 
  • I’m a ghost and your alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck. 
  • You’re a faun and I’m a Satry
  • I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me? 
  • I’m a time traveller and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.
  • I’m a writer and your my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft? 
  • I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…
  • I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?
  • I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry
  • Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.
  • I’m a genie an d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?
  • I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you
  • You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.
  • We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but its not the same
  • I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and lets just say it doesn’t end well
  • I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.
  • You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk
  • Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything…. 
  • Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house
  • Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?

School/College

  • I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit
  • You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?
  • I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…
  • You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going
  • We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?
  • I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but your actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you
  • I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry
  • You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!
  • We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class
  • You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?
  • I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because Im so shitty at this
  • My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry
  • You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning 
  • We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years
  • Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments 
  • I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.
  • I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute
  • I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO

Near Death Experiences

  • Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.
  • You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner
  • Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island. 
  • I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money
  • It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?
  • I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc) and decide to take me in.
  • I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

Mistaken and Secret Identities

  • I’m  a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner
  • I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?
  • I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends
  • I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later
  • You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am defintely not… that dude. What was his name again?
  • You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain
  • I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour's…
  • I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

Profession Based

  • Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?
  • I’m a private detective and your my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit
  • You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my  beliefs.
  • I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???
  • You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, I know its invasive seriously, sorry
  • You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?
  • You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.
  • You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders
  • I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
  • We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.
  • I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.
  • I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’
  • It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?
  • You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.
  • You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

Winter Times

  • It’s snowing and I usually walk to work but that’s not happening, hey roomie, can you please drive me? Yes I know its 4am
  • I accidently gave all my winter clothes to charity over the summer and not its not so much summer, but I’m broke and hey… could you give me your old winter clothes… maybe?
  • I love the cold, but I promised to visit you for a good 4 months and wow, why did I do this? There isn’t snow here?
  • I don’t know you, but you just threw a snowball at my face, mate, its on.
  • I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and It’s really cold outside…. Can I come in? Or like, have a blanket, or even a towel?

Old Friends

  • I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia
  • I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now. 
  • You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

Fake Dating

  • I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date? 
  • I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?
  • We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you
  • My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.

Miscellaneous

  • I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?
  • My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little
  • We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, its on!
  • You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain 
  • We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?
  • Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this
  • I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward
  • I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me
  • I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly
  • We are trapped in a bank during a robbery
  • Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?
  • I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me
Rejection

Marinette and Chat Noir stood in silence. She shifted her gaze towards him for just a moment, trying to find the right words to say. She had wanted to ask him about his life. Who he was, to be more precise. It had been bouncing around her mind for some time now, despite what she had said as Ladybug. She wanted to know the boy beneath the mask, really know him. So much to the point she was willing to throw caution to the wind.

She couldn’t say when the curiosity started. Maybe it was sometime through their talks,  when he would rant to her about his day with such vagueness that it almost irked her. She was a naturally curious person, and often it got her into trouble. Especially as Ladybug. Could she ask him? Would he tell her or would he scorn her for asking such a ridiculous question? She sighed, her eyes now looking at the streets below. Chat took notice, his ears twitching in her direction as he looked at her.

“Is everything alright, Princess?” He asked, taking note of her change in mood. He only got a shrug in reply, the corner of his lips tugging down in a frown. “You know you can talk to me, Mari. Right?” This time, she gave a nod,the faintest of smiles gracing her lips. 

“I know, Chat. It’s just something that has been bothering me for some time now. And I’m not sure how to go about it.” She murmured, managing to meet his stunning green eyes that seemed to peer into her very soul. Her breath hitched in her throat, her body seeming to freeze up on her. How could she ask him? Would it affect their current relationship? 

“Well, all my ears are alert and willing to listen.” He gave her one of his softer smiles, one she adored and took comfort in. God how she loved this stray cat. Marinette took a breath, leaning her head against his shoulder. 

“Thank you, Kitty. I suppose that… talking about it would help.”

He lead her to the lounge chair she often used for sunbathing in the summer, and on occasion an extra place for plants, sitting her down with an ease only Chat had. He took the end for himself, crossing his legs and clasping his hands together in his lap. His tail flicked in curiosity behind him. She looked like a nervous breakdown waiting to happen. He felt his heart constrict at the look in her eyes. 

“I… Chat, who are you?” She asked tentatively, her bluebell eyes searching his in desperation. He froze. His heart stopped. She had just asked a forbidden question. He tried to speak, opening his mouth, closing it when no words came out. He swallowed hard and took a breath, choosing his words carefully.

“Marinette… you know I can’t answer that.”

“Please, Chat…” She pressed, tears pricking her eyes. She was in love with someone she knew little about, yet so much at the same time. It was almost killing her not to know. “It’s driving me insane. I fell so hard and I hardly know you. Everything late night talk, every stupid, crappy movie we’ve watched, every time you’ve helped me with stupid, senseless little problems. Even helping me with designs, every smile you’ve caused, and I can’t even thank you properly.” Tears dripped down her cheeks now, her fingers gripping her pink sweatpants tightly as she averted her gaze, looking away from him.

He sat there in silence, taking in her words slowly. She loved him? She treasured him so much that she wanted to thank him for things he was happy to do? What do I do? If I tell her, she’ll be in danger, along with everyone she loves… I can’t do that to her. Even if I want nothing more than to show my princess who I really am, her safety trumps my desires. He shook his head, sliding his clawed gloves to either side of her face, thumbs resting on her cheeks as his fingers slid to her neck. 

Marinette blinked, forcing herself to look at him. Once she did, he covered her lips with his own in a tender, sweet kiss. Her face flushed, heat spreading through her body and curling around her heart. Once he pulled away, she dared to meet his eyes. He gave a saddened grin. It was his turn to speak. 

“Mari, Princess… I love you. Everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you tap your foot when you lose patience with my puns, when you crack a pun, the way your eyes light up and sparkle when you get a new idea in your head and just have to sketch it then, when you’re dancing and singing your heart out to Jagged Stone, your baking skills, which could rival the best in the world, that blush you get when I compliment you that blends so beautifully with your freckles, especially your freckles… your eyes, and just your overall personality. I want nothing more than to tell you who I really am, believe me when I say this Marinette, but you mean so much more to me than you can imagine. And telling you would put you in danger. And everyone you care for… everyone you love…” He paused, images filling his mind at all the possibilities that could happen to her. 

A wetness on his cheeks brought him out of his thoughts as he leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as he cried. “I can’t lose you, Marinette… please understand that. Please…” The emotion in his voice was clear. He was scared, hurt, worried, and so much more. His body shook, his brain trying to chase away the horrid images of a lifeless Marinette just because she knew his identity. “I’m sorry…” He whispered, voice strained as he choked back a sob.

“It’s okay, I understand.” She placed her hands on his wrists, squeezing in an attempt to soothe him as she closed her eyes. 

“I promise you that one day… one day…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, opening his emerald, teary eyes to gaze at her beautiful, yet heartbroken expression. His stomach felt as though it were in knots, guilt filling him as he rejected her request. 

“Yes,” Her grip tightened on him. “One day.” She concluded, her lips curling into a sad, understanding smile. “But not today.” 

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Well, that took a while! This was just my idea of what happened in @australet789 Marichat May Day 18: Rejection art found

here . It’s a beautiful piece of work and they have such an amazing talent. This fic was inspired by the art drawn, so please give credit where credit is due!

The Only Exception (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,725

Warnings: language, angst, self-reflection, discomfort, melodrama, mentions of trauma, fire, rescue (of secondary character), sad thoughts. I don’t know. I’m no Shonda Rimes, but, tread lightly.

A/N under the cut.

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Searingly Sweet (Marichat/Adrienette)

What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?

She gets pissed…cause duh, right?

And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.

So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.

“WHAT?” She roared

Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.

“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”

They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.

Guess this was one of those times huh?

“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame

She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.

She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.

“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.

“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”

At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further

“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”

“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”

She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.

“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”

A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”

“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”

Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.

“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”

He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.

“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”

He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house

“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”

Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two

“OH MY GOD THAT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD” he howled out

“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”

“I WAS ATTACKED!?!? GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!”

“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”

“YOU ARE SADISTIC”

“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”

Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort

She pressed down on the cut harder

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY YOU’RE RIGHT ENTIRELY MY FAULT. PLEASE SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST LET GO!”

She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains

“I COULD HAVE DIED YOU PSYCHO”

Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”

Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”

“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.

“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”

He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”

She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”

He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”

She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.

“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”

“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”

She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.

There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.

“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”

He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.

“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”

Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth

“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically

“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.

Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.

It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.

He poked it

She switched it to the other side

He poked it again

She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face

He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips

“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”

“My lady, what is in your mouth?”

The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.

“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”

Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?

“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed

“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”

He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.

“I want one”

She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly

“No, Kitty you may not have one”

Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”

“Ok, And?”

“Where do you keep them?”

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”

He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”

“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”

“I’d replace it”

“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”

He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”

She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”

Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.

“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”

He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.

“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”

“Let me have my fix and I will!”

“No!”

“Then the hunt continues!”

Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.

They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien

“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out

“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”

“I just fed you”

“Dessert is an important part of every meal”

He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.

“Hey Marinette”

“Yes Adrien”

“What’s in your closet”

“You looked in there yourself…nothing”

She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down

“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”

“I see no reason to do so”

The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.

His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”

She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously

“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.

Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin

“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”

This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name

He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.

“Hello my sweet”

He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, THIEF”

Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance

He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day

Much like this one actually

“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”

“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”

“THE CHOCOLATE BAR TOO!”

He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers

“Put it. Down”

A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!

He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth

‘ThinkThinkThinkThinkThink!’

And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice

Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.

That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.

Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.

But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.

“Never touch my stash again”

He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks

“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”

She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’

Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate

He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.

Disposable pt 15

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14


Once you got a grip of yourself, you made your way back outside to the party. You avoided Yoongi for the rest of the night, busying yourself talking to anyone but him. Part of you wanted to demand to know why he always had to hurt you, and what you had ever done to deserve it. Another part of you wanted to crawl under the covers of your bed and cry while eating ice cream. Neither were options at the moment, so you settled for evasion. Not that Yoongi was making that very easy, he kept trying to talk to you. He would catch your elbow and ask if he could have a minute, and you would blow him off every time.

“I’m busy.” You said for what had to be the tenth time that night.

“You’re really not, this time. Please, can you just tell me what’s going on with you?” Yoongi pleaded. His eyes looked genuine, and you realized that all the smiles and laughter from the previous day must have been all a show—maybe so it would all hurt that much more when it was over. You guessed you should have known, from the day you first met Namjoon for lunch you had seen that Yoongi was a good actor. In the back of your mind, a little voice was saying that it was your fault for blackmailing him in the first place, because who wouldn’t want revenge in some way after that?

“Nothing is ‘going on’ with me. Don’t you have someone else you can bother?”

Yoongi’s eyes flashed with hurt, and he dropped the hand that was holding your arm. “I don’t get it, what did I do?”

You let out a sigh of frustration. “I said we would talk later.”

You could see the beginnings of annoyance on Yoongi’s face, which just furthered your own. He was the one who was always going out of his way to hurt you, but you don’t want to talk to him for once and he gets his feelings hurt? It wasn’t fair, none of it was, and you realized you didn’t even have anyone to talk to about it. The only person who knew your whole situation with Yoongi was Jackson, and he had left abruptly several hours earlier. He said something about getting an urgent phone call and ran off before you ever got a chance to talk to him.

Taehyung was waving to you, and you walked over to where he sat slightly reluctantly. He was holding his cat, the one he twisted his ankle rescuing, kissing its head before looking back at you. “What’d he do?” He asked. You weren’t particularly happy with Taehyung at the moment either, as long as he had known you (and your mother) you felt like he should have known better than to repeat what Yoongi said to your mother, but you knew that it must have been an accident. Your mother was good at getting exactly whatever information she wanted out of someone, and if Taehyung hadn’t given it to her, someone else would have eventually.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said tersely. Taehyung rolled his eyes at you, scratching behind the cat’s ears.

“You look like you want to punch Yoongi every time you look at him.”

“You know what, Taehyung? Our relationship really isn’t any of your business. In fact, it isn’t any of anyone’s business, so I don’t know why everyone has to know everything about it all of the time.”

“You’re mad at Yoongi, not me, remember?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows.

“No, I’m mad at everyone who seems to think they have some right to know everything about my life. I shouldn’t have to justify everything I do to everyone I know.” Maybe some of your anger was misplaced, but you couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment. You turned on your heals and walked away from where a completely bewildered Taehyung sat. You didn’t bother to talk to anyone you passed by, ignoring their attempts to gain your attention. You passed Jungkook walking up the stairs to go inside, and he caught your eye for a moment.

“Are you okay?”

“I wish people would stop fucking asking me that.” You snapped as you walked passed him.


The bedroom door clicked behind Yoongi, but he didn’t move further into the room. The party had finally ended, and you still weren’t talking to him. He had decided that maybe he should just let you have your space, but you still had to share a room.

You were on your phone when he walked in, and looked up briefly to scoff and roll your eyes before turning your eyes back to the screen.

“Look, if I did something, you have to talk to me. Just being angry isn’t going to fix anything.” He said, trying to contain his own annoyance. You were being a child, and he really didn’t have the patience for it right then.

“Right, like that would do any good. You just want to hear how miserable I am. You’re a fucking sadist.”

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QN Evolution Concert Twitter Round Up/Report

DISCLAIMER: I DID NOT GO TO THE CONCERT OR THE LIVE VIEWING. I AM MERELY REPORTING/ROUNDING UP INFORMATION IN ONE POST FOR EASY ACCESS OF INFORMATION.

This is a really long post so I put it under the cut! I haven’t put everything I could onto this post but if there’s things you want to read up on you can read more about the live with #カルライレポ2017 on twitter!

Also no DVD/BD announcement yet

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mysticmessofcrap  asked:

This is just a thought but it would be a great oneshot or reaction or something. What if Jumin had to put down Elizabeth 3rd because she got sick (I cried when I thought about this I want to know how you feel about this)

This legit triggered me so much because I love my dog so much that I spent a week crying thinking about that one day I need to say goodbye…. well here we go T_T WARNING: This may be OOC because I know Jumin just sees Elizabeth as a cat after he puts his emotional stability on MC but whatever just enjoy (Jumin POV) (for my animal lovers please listen to this fucking song so we can die together ) * ill let y'all know when to play the song* 


Ugh. Each and every single day I recieve more and more paperwork. No matter how many hours I put into my job, I will always need more. I picked up the 649 page proposal that Assistant Kang left on my desk so I can look over it. I gave a deep sigh knowing I was going to be late going home again. Well there is nothing I can do. I must do what I can so I can support my family.

I was already on page 443 before I heard a knock on the door. I perked my head up “Who is it? Im busy. It better be important for it to demand my attention” I scowled.  The door slowly opened and Assistant Kang popped her head out. I motioned for her to come in “What is it Assistant Kang? Do I need to over look more papers? If so, just leave it on that chair” I sighed pointing at the chair with four piles of paperwork. She walked closer to me and cleared her through “Have you checked your phone Mr. Han? (Y/N) just called the office” she said with a bit of shakiness in her voice. I reached into my pocket to see that my phone was left on silent. I put the volume on high and I was shock to see I had 23 missed calls from (y/n), 12 missed called from Yoosung, and 3 missed calls from Saeyoung. Hmm. I was getting ready to go through my voice mail to see what the fuss was about before Assistant Kang interrupted my thoughts “Mr. Han you need to leave. Now.” she commanded. I gave her a puzzled look but then my wife barged into my office screaming. She panted and caught her breath “Jumin, Elizabeth is dying!” she shouted. My heart stopped and I got up and ran to my wife “What did you say!” I shouted back. My wife looked me into my eyes and I notice she had tear stains on her cheek. She grabbed my hand and dragged me outside to where Saeyoung was. She pushed me inside and Saeyoung drove to the speed of light to Yoosungs hospital. 

I ran helplessly through the hospital doors and went to the second floor. I noticed Yoosung outside of room 8 looking down at his clipboard. I ran to him and kneeled down in front of “What happened! I thought removing the tumor would guarantee Elizabeth 3rd life! What the fuck did you do! What did you do to my Elizabeth” I screeched while I shook his shoulders. He looked into my eyes and then pull me in for a hug “Im sorry Jumin okay I’m sorry! I warned you that with her age she might not make a full recovery. It’s even a miracle that she’s been alive for this long. She’s been bleeding internally and she doesn’t want to let go yet. She’s waiting for you Jumin. Im sorry… but its time..” he whimpered. I got up from the floor and started to pull on my hair trying to focus on a different pain “IM NOT READY FUCK IM NOT!! HOW CAN I SAY GOODBYE TO SOMEONE WHO SAVED ME HUH!! HOW CAN I LET HER DIE WHEN SHE HELPED ME LIVE!”I shouted while kicking a nearby trashcan. I couldn’t breath and I just fell on the floor screaming Elizabeths name. My wife and Saeyoung helped me back up to my feet and they gave me a drink of water. I breathed in heavily and then went to Yoosung to take me to Elizabeth. I told my wife and Saeyoung that I want to say goodbye by myself and they respected my wishes. 

I entered the little room and I heard painful meows coming from my sweet Elizabeth. It hurt like hell seeing her in agony. I am her owner and I will forever be her owner. I am the one that holds the power to ease her from pain. However, it meant that I must go through life without having Elizabeth 3rd greeting me at the door. I breathed in heavily and nodded at Yoosung so he can get everything ready. I signed my heart away and the assistants and Yoosung were gracious enough to give me one last time alone with her. I got the nearest chair and I sat down right by her side.  *play the song so we both can die*

I took her paw into my hand and I already felt my tears escaping my eyes “I knew this day would eventually come but I always hoped it would be many years from now. I remember the first time I settled you into my home. I was a bit distant with you because I didnt know how to take care of a cat. So I just bought you high end pet food and hoped for the best. You were really patient with me because it did took me a while to know how to properly raise you. Its funny to say but we sure did get into many fights but at the end of the day I couldn’t get mad at you. You were always there meowing happily when I got home. It felt nice having someone excited to see me. You know something my sweet Elizabeth, I really cherish the time we had together. I just wished I could of spent so many more hours with you. I wish I could repay you for everything that you have done for me. You gave me a feeling of having a home and you always listened to me when I rabbled on so many idiotic nonsense. You gave me a chance to learn to express my emotions. You were there when my own blood wasn’t. It just kills me that I need to say goodbye to you Elizabeth. You are my hardest goodbye because I know people see you as a cat, but I saw you as my child. You brought life to my dull life. It kills me seeing you in pain Elizabeth. You don’t deserve to leave this world like this but just know ill be here till your last breath. I know life will be hard without having someone to welcome me home but you can let go now Elizabeth. Im ready to do this on my own and I’m going to miss you so much. I love you so much Elizabeth. You can let go now” I whispered. I leaned down and kissed her paw gently. I got up and hugged her and I notice she raised her head gently and licked some of my tears away. She purred and she laid her back down. I continue holding her paw till I noticed she stopped breathing. More tears were falling down my face and it was so hard to breathe. 

Wait for me at the rainbow bridge Elizabeth 3rd. 

I’ll be there to find you soon. 

Have fun with V. 

Personal Accounts: Meltdowns

Hi! We’re starting a new series of posts that will be called “personal accounts”. It’s pretty much what it says on the tin: real-life experiences from autistic people, concerning some particular autistic traits and how it affects the person’s life. The aim of this series is to underline the variety of autistic experiences, and to give writers some ideas on ways autistic individuals can experience life. 

Mod Cat and Mod Aira will share their experiences, but we’re only two people, and can’t possibly reflect the variety of points of view which exist among autistic people. This is why we will be taking submissions from autistic people. If you are autistic and you would like to share your experience with us, you can submit it, this would be greatly appreciated! For now, we’ll begin with the theme of meltdowns.

Here is Mod Aira’s experience with them:

In our recent masterpost, we explained some of the causes of meltdowns, what happens during one, and how a character can make one better or worse. But we think it could also be useful to writers to get a firsthand, subjective account of what one actually feels like. I (Mod Aira) don’t often get shutdowns, but boy howdy do I get meltdowns. In my case, they are most often caused by sensory overload, as I am extremely hypersensitive and due to the nature of my job and the place where I live, I’m unable to shelter myself from overload. I normally know well in advance when one of these sensory overload meltdowns is coming, and when possible, I remove myself from the situation to avoid having the meltdown happen. Sometimes it’s not possible, and I wind up actually melting down around once a week or so, on average.

I also get meltdowns at times from emotional overload and stress. These are generally very sudden and unexpected, usually in response to a sudden rush of frustration over something I try and fail to do, often something I didn’t realize was upsetting me until too late (alexithymia is fun). They also tend to pass very quickly, because normally all I need to do to calm back down is stop doing the thing I was trying and failing to do, saving it for another day when I’m calmer.

Since sensory overload meltdowns are more common for me (and more interesting, I think), I’ll describe one of those. This will be long, as I want to describe the full buildup as well as the meltdown itself, because we’ve had a few people ask about that.

It’s been a long day at work. I’m a teacher. Third grade. I love my job. I love my kids. But they never stop shouting. After four hours straight of being screamed at without the option of putting on ear protectors or leaving the room, my ears are throbbing. It feels like someone has boxed my ears. My tinnitus is worse than usual, too: a loud ringing sound that hasn’t stopped for four years. That just adds to the pain.

So class is over, the kids are gone, and it’s time for me to put away my things and head home. I grab my basket and head to the English teachers’ room to put my things away and put my shoes on. All the other teachers are already there. The room is tiny. I try to weave between people to get my basket on the shelf, but everyone keeps bumping me, following up with an “Oops, sorry!” accompanied by what feels to me like aggressive eye contact and putting their face really close to mine. I’m getting super fidgety. I don’t want to be touched right now. My body is on high alert, even more sensitive than usual due to the overload I feel, and every touch hurts. Eyes staring at me hurts. Faces close to me (so I can smell their disgusting, harsh perfume and hair products) hurts.

Worse still, they’re all talking. The voices all meld together to form a cacophony of voices. I swear they’re getting louder with every second. That might be true, or it might be my perception, my senses getting ever more acute as the pain increases.

Someone touches me deliberately. They’ve been talking to me. They’re annoyed that I’ve been “ignoring” them. Sorry, coworker. I can’t hear your voice right now. It’s mixed up with all the others in the room. I make an excuse, say I need to run, suggest they send me this in an email and I’ll get back to them in the evening.

Shoes on. Jacket on. Out the door as quickly as I can without tripping over the students in the hallway.

Down the street to the tram stop. It’s freezing outside. The cold feels like a million knives digging straight into my skin wherever it’s exposed. I want to cry. I rush to the tram stop. I can’t really rock back and forth here, in public and right next to the school, so I bounce up and down and walk back and forth, trying to disguise my stimming as just trying to stay warm.

So far, this is all business as usual. A typical end of the work day. If I can just hang in there until I get home, I’ll be okay. Then I can veg out for a few hours watching videos or playing Minecraft. But today, I am not so lucky. Today I have to buy food on the way home, both for me and for the cat. The cat has no food at all, so even if I’m willing to starve, I have to stop at the store and get something for him.

I get a seat on the tram, since my stop is near the start of the line. It’s a 25-minute ride to the stop where the supermarket is. The tram is hell. Every person has a smell. Perfumes which burn my nose, cigarette smoke, food smells which nauseate me. It’s winter, so there’s even a homeless person in the same car with me, trying to stay warm. I empathize with him, just trying to survive, what choice does he have, but the smell is so nauseating that I have to hide my face inside my jacket. There are teenagers talking in loud voices which hurt my ears. Someone is listening to music through ear buds and I can hear it. More pain.

Every time the tram stops to let people on, the doors open and the cold rushes in. It burns my skin. And then, worst of all, just before the doors close, an alarm shrieks to warn people to stay out of the way. It’s the loudest sound in the universe. It sounds like a train whistle, it sounds like a thousand harmonicas being blown into at once. It hurts so much.

A light in the ceiling is flickering. It hurts. I have to squeeze my eyes shut. My face is buried in my jacket. My ears hurt so much… My ear protectors are in my bag, buried under other things. I can’t bring myself to come out of my turtle position to try to find them. I could stick my fingers in my ears, but then everyone would think I was crazy. I feel like my brain is going to explode. I feel like I can’t breathe. If I can just hold out a little bit longer…

At least, the tram arrives at the supermarket. I practically jump off, taking deep, gasping breaths, trying to get the panic to subside. The cold hits me, slaps me, more pain. The supermarket door is just a few steps away, but I hesitate. The supermarket is worse than the tram. I review my mental map of the store and my mental list of things I absolutely need to buy right now. The cat food is there. The bread is there. The yogurt is there. The vegetables… Do I really have to buy vegetables today? I can survive without them. Deep breath… GO!

The supermarket is crowded. The lights are so bright I think they’re trying to pierce through my eyes into my brain. The whole place is chaos, a mess of bright colors, lights, movement, and sounds. And people. People everywhere pushing and shoving their way past each other. Nope, no way am I bothering with vegetables today.

I make a beeline for the yogurt, then grab the bread. Several people bump and shove me. The aisles are extremely narrow. Frantically, I try to remember what else I needed. I’m stood still in the middle of the supermarket, so overloaded that I can’t remember, I can’t remember what I need, I can’t remember where I was going, all I am aware of is pain and the fact that I’m in everyone’s way.

Cat food! Thank goodness, I remembered. Sometimes, I don’t. Sometimes I have to go back out after I go home. I rush over, grab a bag, get in line. The cashiers are always very slow. Deep breaths. Slow breaths. It will be over soon. Finally! Throw the items in my backpack, pay the cashier, mumble a polite greeting, and rush for the door. The homeless woman is there, as always, trying to sell magazines. I hate myself for not having the energy to look her in the eye and smile and at least have the decency to apologize for not buying a magazine today. I can’t do it. Not happening. Rush back to the tram stop.

Now my senses are completely and utterly overloaded. I’m not even sure if I’m going to make it home. I’ll satisfy myself with being able to hold in my tears until I’m out of sight. My fingers are in my ears now. I’m rocking back and forth. There’s no point in trying to appear normal now. It hurts so much. Pain. All I know is pain.

No seats on the tram. Stand, hold on to the bar, rock back and forth, bounce up and down, one finger in one ear, the other is assaulted by the door-closing sound, face is buried in jacket. I want to run away. I want to hide. There is nowhere to run, no way to hide, not here. Two more stops.

Jump out into the cold. I have to get home. I have to get home NOW. I realize tears are leaking out of my eyes and down my face as the cold tries to freeze them. I wish I could run home, but my feet hurt with every step. Everything hurts. I have only one thought now. Home. Home. HOME. Home NOW. Have to get HOME.

I walk as fast as I can, every step sending waves of pain up through my feet, up my legs, through my whole body. Smells of dog poo and human urine and whiffs of perfume and restaurant cooking smells all attack my nose at once, sounds of voices and dogs barking and cars and trams and doors slamming and footsteps, my clothes are rubbing against my skin, my backpack is too heavy, the straps digging into my shoulders, the cold on my face, everything is PAIN. Home, home, home, home, HOME!

After the three-minute walk to my building (which feels like a million years), I reach the front door. Have to open the door. Keys. Keys are in my pocket. Digging, fumbling, it hurts more with every second, I’m not going to make it. I’m not going to make it home, it’s going to happen right here on the street, I want to go home! Hands shaking, fumbling, unable to grip the key properly, it takes four tries to get it in the lock and turn it. The door is so heavy, the door has tripled in weight since this morning, it takes all my strength to get it open. Nearly there. Up two flights of stairs, the weight of my backpack dragging me down, the other key, no the OTHER key, stupid fingers, they’re not listening anymore, they’re not working anymore, it takes five tries this time to get the key in, it won’t turn! It’s stuck again! Tears running down my face, I’m making some kind of animal noise now, I can hear it, it must be coming from me, surely everyone in the building can hear it. Finally, the door is open, I’m inside, I’m home.

I manage to get my backpack off somehow, jacket zipper won’t come off, finally throw the jacket down, the shoes, oh jesus get these horrible things off of me, I’m sobbing now, please make it stop, make the pain stop, get them off, please, my fingers don’t know how to untie shoelaces anymore, they can’t do it, somehow, finally, they are off, I’m on the floor, the pain is still not stopping, but there’s no one here but the cat, looking at me with a worried cat face (mostly worried that he won’t be getting his dinner yet), not approaching me. What are these noises? Yes, I’m making them, I can feel it in my throat, my face is wet with tears and my vision is blurry, that’s fine, I don’t want to see anymore. I’m home, but I’m still not safe, the pain still hasn’t stopped, I have to get away from the pain. The pain is hunting me, it won’t leave me alone, I have to escape somehow. I’m crawling under the table where the cat normally hides, I am writhing and thrashing, I bang my head on the floor, it hurts.

How long does this last? A million years, a couple of minutes, I’m not sure. Finally, the panic is subsiding. The threat has passed. It still hurts, but the pain is receding. I’m home. I’m safe under the table. The cat is poking his head under the table cloth, checking in on me. I beckon him over and he curls up with me, glad of the warmth. He purrs. I stroke his soft fur. I am still crying. I will be crying for a while. My head hurts, a different kind of pain now, the pain from slamming it on the floor. I have a lump there, again. That’s okay. That kind of pain is easy to deal with. Pain from injuries is nothing at all. Most people do not even know what pain means.

My ears are still ringing. They will never stop until the day I die, say the doctors. They will only get worse. Now is not the time to think about that.

Curled up with the cat under the table, I fall asleep for a minute or two, exhausted. I start to come back to my senses. I realize I only bought yogurt and bread for myself. What am I going to have for dinner? I can’t go back out to buy anything else. It’ll have to be some frozen or instant meal again. Again. I think back to all the people who told me how “high functioning” I was, to the person who said “you’re not autistic, you’re just on the spectrum,” I wish those idiots could see me now, I can’t even feed myself. I’m angry at the world for making me suffer like this, for forcing me to constantly behave in a way that does not come naturally for me, to expend energy putting up with their nonsense and accommodating their needs. I’m angry at myself for being unable to manage a simple trip to the supermarket. I’m embarrassed. I’m disappointed.

And I’m also proud. I made it all the way home before melting down. And meltdowns or no, I do my job, and I’m good at it. I live alone, and somehow I always manage. And I remembered to buy the cat’s food! Come on, buddy, you’ve taken good care of me, I’ll give you your dinner. Meow!“

anonymous asked:

Hi, can I get a headcanon where the RFA gang (+ minior trio) were friends first with MC before they start dropping clues that they want to be in a romantic relationship with MC but MC is so innocently oblivious to it all?

I love!! This request!! Ahh, becoming friends, slowly - bit by bit - falling into the bottomless pit of love and then desperately trying to convey your feelings only to be met with a veritable wall of unrepentant cluelessness…

Let’s start with Yoosung, shall we?


Yoosung

  • you are Yoosung’s video game buddy and boy howdy does he have a crush on YOU
  • The only way he knows how to express it tho is through the world of LOLOL so he acts SUPER CUTESY to you there. Like quasi-rping your husband cutesy.
  • “This is my waifu =^-^=“, jokes like that, and the two of you own a house together in LOLOL so you’re all domestic in decorating it.
  • He also acts super protective of you. Like, if you’re low on health he’ll heal you if he can, and he’ll get really into defending you if you’re in trouble
  • he sends you ingame jewelry and items and stuff. “Oh, I thought this would look cute on your character!” “You need these stats, right?” etc etc.
  • you are oblivious
  • You of course give back a much as you can - you also like showering Yoosung with stuff and appreciation.
  • Everyone thinks you’re e-dating.
  • At some point, someone is like, “LMAO you know MC is probably a dude in RL right”
  • and he’s like “HAH NO I’VE SEEN HER IRL AND SHE’S SUPER CUTE”
  • (you blush)
  • He kind of hopes you’ll GET IT when he asks you if you want to get ingame married
  • You say yes because of the benefits (new hairstyles, emotes, clothes, and the ability to teleport to each other? HECK YEAH)
  • So Yoosung has literally internet married you but still not actually gotten a date.
  • Okay, time to step up his game. He starts mailing you…
  • FLOWERS. Digital flowers. He sends tons of them to your inbox.
  • (Yoosung wtf)
  • You’re still like “oh haha awwhhh how cute” and Yoosung finally, FINALLY works up the courage to actually say it bluntly.
  • He does it on Valentine’s Day where he asks you on a date. A real date. Like with real feelings.
  • PLEASE BE MY REAL LIFE GIRLFRIEND

Zen

  • holy shit how many ways can this dude say “I am super into you” without actually saying “I am super into you please DATE ME”
  • seriously. selfies 24/7, constant compliments, invites you to every show
  • “You’re so cute I can hardly stand it….”
  • you think he’s like that to everyone. like, he sort of is… but you’ve been friends for so long. why would he be flirting with you now? It must be a joke.
  • definitely a joke
  • (you fan yourself: it is definitely a joke)
  • he starts asking you to help him practice lines but ONLY for couples
  • He starts calling you his “princess” and “babe” and the names of whatever leading lady you’re “playing”
  • He asks you for selfies all the time too
  • You say you got a new top? “SHOW ME”
  • New necklace? “SHOW ME”
  • He’s so supportive and always rooting for you. Whenever you have some public thing to do (like a presentation or a speech or something) HE’S RIGHT THERE IN THE FRONT ROW
  • Like it is SO OBVIOUS he is nuts for you and you’re just dense.
  • He’s kind of thinking that he’s being so obvious that you must not like him because?? How could you not realize?
  • HE GIVES YOU FLOWERS AND CHOCOLATES FOR VALENTINES DAY FOR PETE’S SAKE
  • U JUST THINK HE FEELS SORRY FOR YOU
  • You hear him turn down someone who just asked him out by saying “I’m sorry, I like someone else”
  • and you’re like WHO
  • SPILL THE DIRT
  • he won’t tell you because DUH but you keep pressing because!!! you have to know!!!
  • After this continues for a good long while he’s just like IT’S YOU
  • IT’S YOU OKAY
  • THE PERSON I LIKE IS YOU
  • “…pffft hhaaa yea right who is it really”
  • “YOU. YOU. YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUU!!!!!!!!!”

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*Laundry* Young!Scott Summers x Reader

Summary: It’s laundry day and you are out of clean clothes so you borrow a shirt from your best friend, not knowing that an article of clothing could cause so much trouble. (super cheesy oml)

Word Count: 1625

Notes: Started this a while ago but I really love Scott Summers so I bring you the trash.

Status: Unedited.

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I Am An Alpha Ch 10: Introductions

“Hello,” I stand in front of all of them and bow, “I’m Insoo.”

“Hello!” Chanyeol answers back eagerly from where he sits with his brothers on the couch. Eleven pairs of eyes are staring at me, six waiting on edge, afraid of what could be going on, the other five want to hear about my past from my own mouth. The silver haired giants wide smile keeps my heart from pounding out of my chest, I give him a grateful smile.

“It’s nice to meet all of you, I’m sorry for looking like a mess on our first meeting, I wasn’t expecting to be meeting anyone new,” I apologize awkwardly and I run my fingers through my short hair.

“You look beautiful,” Luhan offers me a sweet smile.

“The others had neglected to mention that there were move of you so, again, I apologize for the very bad introduction I’m giving, I would have prepared better or at least talked with my pack to see what they said yesterday. I’m not really sure how I should explain this, can Jin hyung come up and help me?” I look to Kris.

He shakes him head, “I’m sorry little wolf, I would like to keep the fighting to a minimum and having him up here would cause a fight. We are very possessive men Love, I let you stay with them yesterday because you wouldn’t let him go after you passed out. If you need someone to help or lean on I’m right here and so is Yixing, we’ve got you.”

“But it’s different,” I protest lightly, “You don’t know all of it.”

“Please just try and explain a little bit so the others will be more willing to understand why you need another man to hold your hand.”

I take a deep breath, “Okay, Ge, I’ll try.”

He chuckles, “That is all I ask.”

“Okay, when I was a little girl, I was kidnapped by the blood red army.” The new comers eyes are wide with surprise, their mouths hang up ready to question everything.

“You were kidnapped?” Suho repeats.

I nod, “When I was nine years old.”

“The army has been wiped out for thirty years,” Kyungsoo’s brows furrow, “How old are you? How long were you with them?”

“I am 115 years old, so I was is the army for about 76 year? That sounds about right, it was a lot harder to tell how many days would pass back then,” I laugh awkwardly to try and defuse the intense atmosphere I feel beginning to grow.

I suddenly feel my knees buckle under me when I feel the air become thicker around me, “You were stuck with those bastards for 76 years?” Chanyeol seethes. The others want to glare at the younger but are struggling to keep their own anger in check.

Kris is on his feet hanging over me, his hands are on my shoulders keeping me from going on all fours, “Chanyeol calm down right now or I swear to god I will kick you out.”

The silver haired giant growls back at the older, “How can you be so calm Hyung? How can any of you be calm when our mate was used as a sex slave for some of the most disgusting men in the world? Do you remember the rumors of what they would do to the omegas that they caught? Their soldiers were pieces of shit monsters who would rather kill innocent people than die themselves. Can you imagine what could have happened to her?”

“Chanyeol you are only making things worse!” Suho snaps back in an obviously restrained voice. “Look at what you are doing to her, she is just an omega, you are putting too much pressure on her. Calm down.”

Just an omega. I remove Kris’s hands from my shoulders and stand up on my own two feet, ignoring the trembling of my knees and my shaking hands. I straighten my shoulders, trying my best to fight against my natural instinct and just burry my face in Kris’s neck. I don’t cower, I have already cowered and submitted more in the last three day than I have for the last 100 years of my life. I not some weakling. The new comers are arguing amongst themselves, too busy trying to protect me to actually notice me right now.

“Suho hyung is right,” Chen voices his concern, “Bringing it up also doesn’t help. We don’t want her to have to relive it.”

Too late for that, I think to myself, I’ve been reliving my past every night in my dreams since I was freed.

“So are we just supposed to pretend like it didn’t happen?” Luhan scoffs, “This isn’t just something we can ignore!”

“How do we handle something like this?” Suho worries.

Kyungsoo and Minseok are both staring at the ground, their eyes fixed on the wood, their hands are on their knees, gripping them so tight their knuckles are white. As much as they are trying to control their angry I can feel it seeping out of them. All of them are too focused on their anger and how to handle me that they don’t notice my sudden change of attitude. But the others do, Baekhyun, Jongin, Sehun, Yixing and Kris all watch me with both interest and worry.

“You have it all wrong,” I mumble to them.

“What?” The six look up at me.

“I was not a sex slave, I was a soldier.” The others share a knowing look.

Kyungsoo is the first to question it, for the first time I see some kind of emotion on his face, though whether it is concern or anger I’m not sure, “You were a soldier? That’s impossible, they wouldn’t allow a female omega to be a soldier.”

“That’s because they didn’t know, I’ve been hiding my gender my whole life, well since I was nine.”

“How could you have been a soldier?” Chanyeol scoffs, “You couldn’t hurt a fly. You are so tiny, look how fragile you are, you could barely stand with me being upset, how could you be in an army full of powerful alphas?”

“I’m stronger than you think,” I snap back, taking the others by surprise. “This has be been a hard couple of days for me, this is all so new for me. I’m used to attacking people before they have the chance to use their dominance on me, so I hope you’ll understand unless you would prefer me to use my old tactics.”

“You would attack people?” Chen croaks.

My heart actually hurts when I see the concern and guilt on his face but I have to continue on with my poker face, “I did what I had to do.”

I lock eyes with Minseok who’s cat like ones are narrowed on me, “There is a cost to join, isn’t there?”

I stiffen, “A cost?”

Kyungsoo’s eyes go wide, “Your parents.”

“The cost to join is killing your parents with your own two hands,” Jin surprises the room by chiming in. He stands in the doorway, ignoring the death glares he is getting from my mates and casually munches on an apple.

“What are you doing up here?” Kris snarls.

“I was ease dropping, when I heard about the cost I figured Insoo might need a little extra support,” Jin explains with a glare of his own.

“We are here for her,” Yixing interjects.

Jin cocks a brow at him, “Are you sure? You may want to ask some of your other pack members before you start yelling about that.” I look out amongst my mates and feel a ping in my chest. They look so cold. I take a step away from Kris and wrap around myself, trying to hold myself together.

“You didn’t do it did you?” Chen suddenly questions me.

Before I have a chance to answer Chanyeol sneers back, “Of course she didn’t!”

I chuckle humorlessly, “What makes you so sure? Because I’m an omega? Because I’m a girl?”

“Because our mate could never do something that cruel,” He snaps back. A burning feeling spreads through my chest, I’m struggling to breath once again. But this isn’t his dominance taking over me, it’s rejection.

I glare at him back at him, boiling with anger I seethe back, “Well than I guess I’m not your mate because I did kill my own parents. Sorry if that destroys the perfect little image you had of your mate in your head but I did what I had to do to survive.”

“But they forced you right?” Sehun hopes before looking over at Jin, “He forced you to do it! You had no choice.” I look over at the older with apologetic eyes, he’s always being troubled because of me. I guess this wasn’t discussed yesterday from not just Sehun’s reaction but the other four as well.

Jin doesn’t argue, he doesn’t have to, we’ve had this conversation a million times so I give the same answer I always tell myself and anyone else who asks, “I had a choice.”

“No you didn’t,” Jongin agrees, the others nod along with him.

I shake my head, “There is always a choice. Jin hyung gave me two just like he gave everyone else, just like I did with everyone after I was recruited.”

That seems like too much for Jongin to understand, “How could you do something like that to your own parents? How could you make children do the same?”

“Would you rather her be dead?” Jin questions with his eyebrows raised. “Because that is what her other option consisted of if case you were wondering.”

“How could make her do something like that? Why didn’t you help her?” Baekhyun explodes.

“I’ve done more for that child than any of you will ever know. I watched her struggle for years, offered her my shoulder to cry on and my arms to sleep in. I protected her from a world that would have eaten her up and spit her out so don’t you ever tell me I didn’t help her. She had to make the same decision as me and the rest of our pack, your own life or theirs. She did what she needed to do to survive in this world, so get your asses off your high horses and ask yourself, where were you when she needed you? What were you doing, huh? Last time I checked you were more infamous than us. Your life wasn’t on the line when you made that choice to bathe in the same blood as us so don’t you dare judge us. Just answer my question: would you rather have her dead than have her as the warrior she is? But make sure to answer wisely, say the wrong thing and we can be gone.”

The whole room is brought to their feet when Kris suddenly has Jin by the throat, slammed hard up against the wall. “You will not be taking my mate anywhere!” The giant roars as he looms over the shorter. I stare dumbstruck, I’ve never felt someone this mad before. As scared as I feel right now though, I find it strongly comforting that he is this mad about me, all my mates are right now actually.

Jin is surprisingly able to push the other away, rage burning in his eyes, “I will not be leaving my Insoo anywhere she doesn’t feel wanted so the rest of your pack needs to buck the fuck up and take responsibility for making her feel like they would rather have her dead than how she is now!”

Jin’s words just hang in the air, my heart is out there with them waiting to be completely torn apart by whatever harsh words come out of their mouths. I wait for more denial and blame, I wait for their eyes to leave the wood floor and come back to meet mine with nothing but a heartbreaking chill. Instead I meet cat like ones that have sweet warmth to them, “I’m sorry we weren’t there for you. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. I’m sorry for hurting you, for looking at you so coldly, for not welcoming you in my arms for better or worse.” Minseok comes around the coffee table to stand only a few feet from me. “Can we try again?”

I nod and take a step closer to the older, “I would really like that.”

“Is it alright if I hug you?”

Again I nod.

“Thank god, I’ve been wanting to do this since I got home,” He sighs in relief before pulling me into his arms and burring his face in my neck. The tension seems to fade away allowing me to let out my own sigh of relief.

“Good,” Jin claps his hands together, “now that all this stuff is out of the way I have a cranky pup who would like to see his favorite hyung.”

I snuggle deeper into Minseok’s embrace and inhale his scent, “Give me a minute.”

“I want to hug her!” Chanyeol whines as he comes forward as well. I sigh but release the eldest hyung before allowing the younger to lift me up to his height to inhale his sweet scent. Cake, the man literally smells like cake and it is driving me insane by reminding me of the emptiness of my stomach.

“Are we each doing a round or am I excused?” I wonder when the giant sets me down.

“I would like to have a turn if that’s okay little wolf,” Luhan’s voice is soft and sweet.

“Me too!” Chen appears behind him with a Cheshire grin.

“Form a line, form a line,” I order as the others from earlier also join in for a hug. They each take their time holding me close, I enjoy each new embrace, my mind already forgetting the fighting from only a moment ago. When everyone has had their turn, I look to Kris for an okay to go see my pack. “May I be excused?”

Jin chuckles as he comes to stand next to me, “So polite now, aren’t we?”

“You have twenty minutes but than you need to take a bath, you are still a little cold,” Kris places his large warm hands on my cheeks in a quick attempt to get rid of their chill. He lets me go with a deep sigh before waving us away.

“Did you actually take a bath by yourself yesterday?” Jin wonders as we turn to leave the room, “That’s a first.”

I nod, “It was really weird so I asked Yixing hyung to come in so he laid on the floor.”

Jin chuckles, we reach the stairs, “Poor man. It’s a shame now though, Jungkook has to bathe with Jimin and Tae now that his usual partner is gone, he is very upset about it.”

“Who the hell is Jungkook?” Chanyeol roars from behind us, “And why the hell is he taking a bath with you?” Jin and I rush down the stairs to find our pack lounging around the massive basement, Tao is sitting in a chair close to the stairs on his phone. He looks up upon our arrival and quickly jumps to his feet.

“Insoo-ya!” He greets with a big smile and a tight hug. I return the hug with a quick glance over my shoulder when I hear a crowd following us.

“Hyung!” The three youngest greet me happily. I thank Tao and even give him a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing to my pack to give them each a hug before the moment is ruined. I hug the older boys first since they are the more dominate of the group knowing my mates would hate it a fraction less if I was hugging the pups.

“My pup!” I coo when I finally reach Jungkook at the same time my mates reach the bottom of the stairs. Growls erupt from where they stand but I don’t release Jungkook. Looking over my shoulder I give them a forced smile, “This is my pack.”

“Well it is nice to meet you,” Namjoon greets a bit awkwardly.

“You are the head alpha?” Minseok questions.

Namjoon can’t hide the bit of offense he takes from the question but quickly recovers and straightens his shoulders, “I am.”

Minseok nods as he scans Namjoon head to toe before looking over at Jin who is hovering around Jungkook and I, “I figured from the way this man was acting he would be in charge.”

“I thought the same thing when I saw you,” Jin snaps back, “but I guess we think the same thing, why bother with being in charge when it’s only more work? I had my work cut out for me with my pup and my grand pup.”

“True,” Namjoon ads on with a chuckle, trying to make the conversation more light, “He had his hands full with making sure these two didn’t get into any trouble.”

“What kind of trouble could she get into?” Baekhyun wonders.

I chuckle as I release my pup and awkwardly rub the back of my neck, “More than you could ever guess.”

“Insoo-ya,” Sehun waves me over, I give my pack a small smile before obeying. Sehun pulls me close the moment I’m in his reaching distance and wraps his arms around my shoulder, keeping me at his side. “I’d prefer it if you stayed by us.”

I cock my head in confusion looking to a smirking Jin for an explanation that he happily gives, “He’s jealous Soo-ya.”

“Can you really blame us though?” Jongin comes to stand on my other side, “We’ve barely been able to spend time with her then the hyungs came back and now you are all here taking all of her love and affection and attention.”

“You can’t just expect her to be able to focus on you and only you with twelve mates. Also,” Yoongi clicks his tongue, “it has only been a day since she met you, you didn’t honestly expect her to just throw herself in your arms the moment you meet.”

“That is how is works!” Sehun corrects with a stomp of his foot like a spoiled child, “She is supposed to feel the same automatic connection that we all feel where we can’t imagine living without each other.”

“How do you know she doesn’t feel it?” Jungkook mumbles taking all of us off guard, the pup usually never enters a conversations when other alphas are involved, especially ones so old and powerful. But at the same time my pack and I understand his sudden out burst, when it comes to me Jungkook can be a wild card.

I lock eyes with the younger and warn him softly, “Be careful with your words pup, I don’t want to start another fight.”

“But Hyung they seem so ungrateful for all the things you are doing,” he protests.

“Ungrateful?” Kris snarls, taking a step forward hands clenching tightly at his sides, making the younger step back.

I pull away from Sehun to stand in between them, “Don’t you even think about raising a hand to my pup.”

Kris’s frustration with not only my pack but me as well show in his eyes, “How can you stand there and let them say that we are ungrateful to you?”

“Because you all stand there glaring at us like we’ve done something wrong!” Jungkook snarls at them. “All we have done is loved her while you were all too preoccupied running around the forest slaughtering people for fun. We are her family, who you are keeping from her, because your desire to keep her to yourself seems to be more important than what she wants.”

I turn around to face the younger with a poor attempt at a stern face to scold the boy but when I see his eyes are red from holding in tears I can’t hold my self back from hugging him. “Kookie,” I coo holding the boy closer, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, “What in the world has gotten into you?”

“I’m so sorry Hyung,” He cries softly, “I just…I’m sorry…but you were my hyung first and now they can come and just take you away, how is that fair? I know they are your mates but they won’t appreciate you as much as I do.”

I shush him, “Everything is going to be okay, please calm down.”

“It’s not going to be okay! They are going to make us leave as soon as they can so they can have you all to themselves. I don’t want to leave you behind, I can’t imagine my life without you!”

“Kookie, look at me,” I command take the boy by his puffy cheeks. He stares at me with a cute pout, “I’m only going to tell you this once, okay?”

He nods.

“I love you, you know I will always love all of you. You are my pup and I am your mama wolf, okay? Just because I have my mates doesn’t mean I love you guys any less. You are not getting out of my life even if you wanted to, we are family which means we are always connected. Now stop crying okay?”

He gives me a small smile, “Yes, Hyung.”

“Good,” I kiss he forehead before pulling away and flicking him in the same stop on his head.

“Ah,” He whines, “Hyung that hurt. What was that for?”

“That is for talking back to my mates. I don’t ever want you to talk back to a powerful alpha again, we won’t always be able to protect you from getting your ass beat. I know they are being possessive and a little crazy but this is a lot for them to handle. As I remember you didn’t have the calmest reaction when you found out I was a girl so give them a break. I have a lot more baggage than most omegas, it not like I had one or two problems in my life that they have to deal with. I’m a bucket of crazy with a lot of blood on my hands so give them more than an hour to fully understand that, okay?”

“Yes, Hyung.”

“Good boy.”

OT4 Nonsense pt 4.

YES IT’S BACK! (I am reposting this without the art this is inspired by to make it easier to link to the others later.) This is set about a month or so after where part 3 left off. I might go fill in the gaps later. 

This chapter is based on the following art: http://hchano.tumblr.com/post/155309545851/yo-fangirlmorelikefangay-im-your-mlsecretsanta


“Nino!”

“GAAAHHH!” Nino shrieked, spinning towards his open window to see a distraught looking Chat Noir poking his head in. “Dude! I… Jeez, you cannot just sneak up on me like that!”

The hero hunched his shoulders, his cat ears flattening ashamedly.

“Sorry, I just… I needed to talk and I thought it would be ok…” Chat Noir began in what might have been the most pitiful voice his friend had ever heard from him.

Nino sighed, shaking his head slightly and trying not to laugh at the pathetic picture clinging to his window sill.
“I don’t mind that you are here just, I don’t know, knock or something,” he said, gesturing for him to come into the room.

“Sorry.” Chat said again, his transformation dropping away in a flash of green light to reveal a sheepish and somewhat disheveled looking Adrien. His small black companion immediately darted into the corner of the room where Nino had turned one of his old toys into a kwami den the last time they had stopped by.

Nino got up from his desk chair and sat down on the edge of his bed, patting the mattress next to him in a beckoning gesture.

Adrien wasted no time climbing up onto the bed and curling up into Nino’s lap, his arms wrapped securely around his boyfriend’s waist.

Nino began softly carding his hands through Adrien’s hair, knowing that the easiest way to get the severely repressed boy to open up about anything was to simply say nothing and wait.

It didn’t take long.

“Have you ever thought that something was one way, and then found out that you were completely wrong and that everything you thought was true is a lie?” Adrien said, his voice somewhat muffled as he buried his head into the fabric of Nino’s tee-shirt.

“Huh… I donnow. I mean, two weeks ago I was a normal guy with just a normal- well, somewhat normal- girlfriend. Now I find myself in a complex polyamorous relationship with both said semi-normal girlfriend, and my best friend, who apparently I have been unconsciously dating since November- who, by the way, decided for our one week anniversary to tell me that he has secretly been running around saving Paris for the last two years in a skin tight leather cat-suit. Nah, that is a completely foreign feeling. Your own your own my friend.”

“You’re so mean,” Adrien whined, squeezing his arms tighter and shaking his head in irritation. “I am going through a profound and deeply distressing emotional epiphany and all you can do is make fun of me.”

“I am not mean, you are just melodramatic,” Nino teased, eliciting an irritated huff from his boyfriend. “So do you wanna tell me what happened or are you just going to be vague and depressing?”

Adrien stiffened slightly.

“It’s stupid,” he said softly. “I’m just stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“If it matters to you than it isn’t stupid. And if it matters enough that you are going to come chasing me down, after midnight, less than three hours after I got home from my trip- which you already knew- then clearly you should say something, regardless of how stupid it is. So talk to me, what’s going on?”

Adrien muttered something incomprehensible, burying his face further into the fabric of the tee-shirt.

“What was that? I didn’t catch a word you just said.”

“I said I don’t want to make you mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Nino asked, scratching at Adrien’s scalp with his fingertips in the way he knew never failed to relax the boy.

“Because I am an idiot,” Adrien sighed dejectedly, his muscles going limp.

“Did you kill someone?” Nino asked calmly.

“No…” Adrien replied, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Did you suddenly decide to join up with Hawkmoth in his quest to seize the miraculouses in order to achieve… actually what does he want out of all of this?”

“Honestly? No idea. He wasn’t really up front with his motivations. And no.”

“Did you start dating Chloe?”

“God no!”

“Then I can’t think of anything stupid you could have done in the last 48 hours that would make me hate you,” Nino said smiling. “So, what horrible cat-astrophy brought you scampering to my window at one in the morning?”

“Did you just make a cat pun?” Adrien asked, his eyes lighting up and a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Well, I have it on very good authority that you like them.”

For the first time since his arrival Adrien seems to calm down and Nino smiled to himself. Score one for the boyfriend.

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Reader x Daveed Diggs

“Foot”note: This is set before Hamilton actually opens, to begin with

Fact: you are awesome

Word Count: about 7,300

P.S.: I literally spent an hour and a half fighting with Grammarly and the internet to get this finished up for you AND I was doing this from about 10:30 to midnight after I have taken some serious knock me out cough medicne. It might suck at the end where I wrote the last of it after taking the medicine.

requested “I digg you” pun in a daveed x reader by @ocean-marina

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Worthy (A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction)

Title: Worthy
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Characters:  Ladybug & Cat Noir 
Pairing: LadyNoir
Rating: T
Summary: Due to being bullied frequently by the school mean girl, Chloe Bourgeois, causing Marinette to clearly show her sadness through her alter ego, Ladybug. Cat Noir notices and texts her late at night to have a private chat with her about what’s going on with her. 

Links —> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12417283/1/Worthy

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10423071

Originally posted by miladybugnoir


Ugh! You’re such a loser, Marinette! Stop being such a klutz!

You’re such a failure!

UGH! I hate you! Can you just disappear from existence so I can be happy?

Gross! I would say you look hideous but hideous is an understatement for how you look!

Hey Marinette, Has anyone ever told you that you’re getting as big as a blimp lately? You know guys HATE fat chicks! You’re never gonna get a boyfriend if you’re fat!

Do you seriously think Adrien would love someone like you? I mean, you’re nothing special and you’re not beautiful, so stop thinking you are because YOU’RE NOT!

Your parents say they love you but in reality, they don’t! They feel sorry that they gave birth to a nobody, a loser, a burden, a useless waste of life! The whole world would be better off without you!

She tried to forget about these hurtful, cruel remarks thrown at her by the blonde witch she’s forced to go to school with every day but unfortunately, they just stuck there like glue. She wondered what she did to Chloe to deserve this emotional abuse. What did she ever do to her? Why couldn’t she just leave her the hell alone and worry about her own damn self?!

But sometimes she thought, was everything Chloe saying to her was true? For a while, she looks in the mirror and sees if she was gaining weight by looking at her body side to side, and even pinch some parts of her abdominal area.

She would look at a reflection of herself in the mirror for 20 minutes or fewer and just stare at it, examining every detail of her appearance.

Am I pretty?

Am I good enough for Adrien?

Am I good enough for anything or anybody?

Am I…just a mistake?

She would ask herself while she was in her room. Tikki would tell her not to listen to Chloe’s cruel words; her best friend, Alya would tell her the same but sadly, Chloe’s voice telling her these cruel things would just replay over and over in her head like a loop, overpowering the good things her friends tell her.

Every day, she would pretend to be this happy-go-lucky girl who doesn’t let Chloe’s words get to her but on the inside, she was crying and feeling destroyed. She knew the saying, “Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”, but that was all nonsense to her.

All of it!

The words Chloe was throwing at her definitely more than just “hurt”. They were soul-crushingly cruel and heartless. She didn’t understand how that girl could be so nasty and not care about who she hurts. She didn’t understand it all, none of it.

It was late, but her partner just had to have a private talk with her as he noticed that she hasn’t been acting like herself lately. She just sat there waiting for him on the rooftop, her head buried into knees.

“M'lady?” A familiar said behind her.

She looked up and there he was.

“Oh, Hi Cat…. Noir”

He sat next to her. She just gave him smile so he wouldn’t see her hurting inside.

“You’re looking quite lovely as usual” He complimented.

Ladybug blushed and looked down, “Thank you, I guess”

“So, tell M'lady, What’s going on with you?” He asked.

“Huh? What do you mean what’s going on with me? I’m fine” She still had that insincere smile that she was masking under her pain, she hoped that it would work but Cat Noir wasn’t buying the fake smile.

“Ladybug….. For the last few days, you haven’t been acting like, you know, you” He said in a worried and concerned tone.

Ladybug forced out a chuckle and said, “Oh you silly kitty! Where’d you get that idea? Really, I’m fine.”

From the look on Cat Noir’s face, he wasn’t really falling for the happy front she was putting on now.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I just told you that I’m fine!”

“I don’t know, it’s just that…..” Cat Noir sighed, “It’s just that for a while, you seemed down in the dumps and you looked like you were about to cry at times, and when I ask you about how you were feeling, and you say the same thing, that you’re ‘fine’ and shrug it off like it’s nothing. I just wanna know…. Is there someone hurting you?”

Ladybug’s fake smile faded, she bit her bottom lip and shifted her eyes left and right, “Well, I- Look! Cat Noir, I appreciate your concern but there isn’t anyone hurting me at all,” She lied through her teeth. “I just have a lot of things on my mind sometimes but they aren’t anything serious. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m okay”

“Are you? Are you really okay?” He questioned her, looking into her eyes. “Are you really fine as you say you are?”

“Um, I think I better go now, ” She told him, getting up and getting prepared to leave. She didn’t want to talk about her personal issues with him; she’d rather keep it bottled up inside than bring someone else into her own problems. “I’ll see you ar-”

He stopped her by grabbing her arm. “Ladybug! Wait! Don’t go! You know why I texted you to meet me here! You know why I’m asking you all these questions! I’m worried about you!”

“Cat Noir, I have to get home!” She lied so she can avoid this conversation.

“M'lady, please, Can you just talk to me about this? It’ll just be between me and you, nobody else has to know!”

“I…..I…..”

She couldn’t hold it all in anymore, she couldn’t keep all of this pain bottled up inside her and hide it behind an inauthentic happy smile.

She began to break down in tears and covered her face so he wouldn’t see her crying, she thought she’d look weak in front of him.

“M'lady” he looked at her, shocked, he never saw her break down and cry like this before, she never looked like the type to cry but who cares? He just had to be there for her!

He wrapped his arms around her and comforted her. “Shh! Shh! It’s okay M'lady, I’m here”

She buried her face into his chest, soaking his suit but it didn’t matter. All that matters is that his lady was hurt and he wanted to everything he can to help her.

“I’m sorry” Ladybug apologized. “I’m so sorry”

He looked down at her with a worried expression on his face. “Sorry? But you have done nothing wrong”

“No! I mean, I’m sorry for keeping this from you!” She told him, she tried catching her breath and wiped the tears from her eyes; she stood up and walked away from him, looking down on the ground.

“I know you must this I’m a disappointment to you. I’m sorry that I come off as this confident, cool superhero with no worries, no problems, and never lets anything get to her but all of that is the opposite!”

Cat Noir frowned, walking close to her. “M'lady-”

“I GET BULLIED OKAY!?” She snapped, “There I admitted it! Ladybug, the brave, awesome, confident superhero gets bullied!”

He just stood there, shocked. “Bullied? You mean….. In your civilian life?”

“YES!” Ladybug let out a sigh and looked down on the ground.

He wondered why would she keep this from them, he was her friend and she could trust him so…. Why would she think that he’d be ashamed of her because of this?

Ladybug sighed and shook her head, still looking down at the ground.

“You see….. Every day, I get talked down to like trash, like I don’t have any feelings. Every day, I get told I’m worthless, I’m ugly, I’m fat, I’m unloved, a failure, a loser, that the world will be better off if I was dead, and I get told all this by someone who hates my guts, someone I did nothing to, someone who loves hurting me so much that it’s almost like a frequent hobby or sport to them!”

Hot tears rolled down her face as she was struggling to say more through the emotional pain.

“…They love seeing me like this! They love to see me emotionally destroyed in this way! My friends always tell me, don’t listen to them! Don’t listen to them! They’re just trying to get under your skin! They’re just trying to bring you down for their own personal gain! Well, guess what?! It DOES get under my skin! It DOES bother me! Every day I put a smile on my face and everyone thinks I have no problems or issues but they don’t know that my smile is fake and is really just a masquerade to hide my pain and struggled. Every night I cry myself to sleep thinking about that person’s words against me! Every day I look in the freaking mirror and wonder if I’m beautiful, wonder if I’m worth living! Wondering if anyone ever truly loves me! Wondering If I’m ever good enough for anybody! I just….. Hate going through stuff like this! I hate feeling like this about myself! I’m so sorry that I lied to you about being fine when I’m not!”

She fell onto her knees, bursting into more tears.

Cat Noir felt every emotion, every feeling, every pain in that she had just told him, He had no idea that she was going through that, he had no idea she kept all of that bottled inside her all this time.

He ran up to her and held her as tightly as he never did before. She has never poured her heart out to someone like this, not even to Tikki, Alya, or even her own parents; only to someone she only sees when she’s in battles with Akumas. It was a surprise that she told this to him.

“Ladybug, listen to me!” He lifted up her chin to face him, “You haven’t disappointed me, and you don’t have to be sorry! In fact, I’m glad you told me all of this. Just so you know that person is 100% wrong about you! You know what you are?”

Ladybug sniffed, “W…. What?”

He held her hands and looked straight into her wet bluebell eyes, “You’re totally worthy of life just like everyone else, you’re good enough because you are and you’ve always been! You’re not a failure, you’re not a loser and the world isn’t better off without you because you’re the most amazing, bravest, most wonderful person that I ever met -”

She cut him off, “Oh, You’re just saying that!” she sobbed. “You don’t know me at all! You don’t know what I’m like in my civilian life!”

“What? No, I’m not just saying this! Please hear me out! I’m serious!” He told her.

“For real?” She questioned. “Are you for real serious?”

“Yes M'lady! I’m DEAD serious!”

She put her hand over her mouth in shock,

Oh my gosh! Am I dreaming? Cat Noir serious? And DEAD serious!?

“Now, please listen to me because you have to hear this because it’s really the truth!”

Ladybug nodded and let him finish what he had to say to her.

“You’re right; I don’t know you’re civilian life” He began to finish, “But I wanna know what I do know?”

“What?”

“I know you totally deserve better, you deserve to know that you’re loved, loved by your family, loved by your friends, loved by everybody in Paris and of course, me as well. I know that you’re worthy of living, and that person is wrong about you completely! DEAD WRONG! I am your friend, Ladybug and I’m always going to be here if you need someone to talk to because I care about you deeply and you’re one of the few important people in my life and it would destroy my soul if I see you leave this earth. So please, don’t ever feel like you’re alone! Don’t ever feel like nobody loves you! You’re beautiful, M'lady! Inside and out, and don’t let anybody, not even some jerk take that away from you!”

After he was finished, he gave her a nice warm hug, stroking her hair. She had never seen this side of him before and it surprised her, she knew that he liked her but everything that he put all his heart and soul into telling her all of that changed everything she used to think about him.

She didn’t know why but his comforting hug made her feel… safe, secured and protected like nobody could harm her. She wished it would stay like this forever. She loved this moment so much that she forgot what she was so upset about.

“Feel better?” He asked.

“Oh! Uh, Yeah,” She sniffed and wiped whatever was left of her tears from her face, “I guess I do. In fact, I feel more than better!”

“See? Now, aren’t you glad you talked to this silly kitty?” He joked.

She let out a small giggle, “Yes, I am”

“Awww! See there’s that beautiful smile that I love so much! Yay! I made you feel better! Glad I could help! I should reward myself since I made you smile”

“Hmm, how about a plate of baked Tuna?” Ladybug jokingly suggested.

“It’s a deal!”

Both he and Ladybug both laughed. She couldn’t believe it, Cat Noir made her feel better and she was grateful that he texted her tonight here, if he didn’t, she would have done something to herself

Their Miraculouses began to blink, that was a sign that they were about to transform back.

“I love to stay and talk some more but we better get back home before we accidentally show our identities to each other”

“Yeah” He chuckled.

Just before they were about to leave…..

“Cat Noir?”

“Yeah?”

She walked up close to him, “Thanks”

“You’re welcome, M'lady! I’m glad I could be a help and if you ever feel like this again, text me ASAP-” Out of nowhere! She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He felt like he was dreaming right now! He thought is this really happening?! It is! The love of his life that helped just now just kissed him.

She smiled and giggled, looking at Cat Noir’s face that was now the color of a tomato. “You’re such a great guy and I’m totally grateful to have great friends like you! I’ll see you around, okay?” And just like that, she left, leaving him standing there awkwardly on top of the roof with a goofy smile on his face.

He touched his cheek and said, “Cat Noir, you’ve done great my friend! I am never washing this cheek ever again”

Jet Wolf Summarizes Act 24

As it turns out, the manga and I aren’t going to be great friends. Rather than spend the energy on a liveblog that’s increasingly negative, I’m reading each manga act (mostly) silently, and then writing up summaries at the end. I’ll be very candid, which means there’s likely criticism and snark a’plenty about the manga, either wholesale or in details. If that isn’t a thing you feel like reading, please skip this post!


Black Lady is here, and she wants you all to sample her new perfume. Luna-P wants to try! FUCK OFF THIS IS A FRAGRANCE FOR PEOPLE NOT WEIRD CAT HEAD ROBOTS. Luna-P cries. Black Lady doesn’t care. Chibi-Usa, how could you!

Saffir and Demande show up with new toys. Saffir has Hulk Hands … OF DEATH. Demande has a whole new eye to glare with. It’s super effective! The two black crystals say “GWOOO” a lot, and things are probably bad, but I’m inferring.

Black Lady says that she needs nothing else now she has Mamoru, who she keeps distressingly calling “Endymion”. That makes him two for two on the brainwash/Endymion thing, and I’m left questioning why the fuck he’d voluntarily call himself that in Crystal Tokyo. It can’t be a name with pleasant connotations. He could pick anything. Why not “Liam”? KING LIAM THINK ABOUT IT

Anyway, then she frenches her father again, and if I have to see it, so do you.

THIS WAS SCRIPTED AND DRAWN TWICE PLEASE REFLECT ON THAT

Usagi says she’s sorry for being jealous and she loves Chibi-Usa. Then Black Lady sexily kisses Usagi. NO NOT REALLY BUT ADMIT IT YOU BELIEVED ME FOR A SECOND. Instead she throws a tantrum and blows up one of the black crystal things. For all the talk about how these were planet killers, the worst that happens is that everyone has mussy hair and no combs.

At the Gate of Time, Pluto worries.

Back at the Crystal Palace, Usagi becomes a nightlight. I suppose it means she’s protecting it from destruction? She’s glowing, that’s really about all I got. Wiseman tries to demoralize her.

EVEN WISEMAN WON’T PRETEND THE SENSHI MATTER FOR SHIT

“Does he … not see us?”

“I’M LITERALLY STANDING RIGHT HERE.”

“Does this guy have an ass, because I am about to fucking kick it.”

“RIGHT HERE. STANDING. LITERALLY HERE. I CAN REACH OUT AND SMACK USAGI IF I WANT.”

“Ow! I didn’t say it, it’s not my fault!”

“I’d say let’s just go to the library and get drunk, but the porn section sucks, trust me.”

“SHE’S NOT ALONE LOOK.”

“Ow! Stop it! OW!”

“Of course we could write our own porn, I suppose.”

“Perhaps we could petition to be blown up faster.”

No, what really happens is that Usagi doesn’t say one fucking word about this, because of course she doesn’t. Instead, there is yet more glowing. I would love to see her electric bill.

Demande somehow manages to break free of Wiseman’s brainwashing. Not just the new brainwashing, but the old original flavour brainwashing too. The stuff he’s been influenced by for years? Totally gone. The fact that Saffir has been dealing with Demande like that for ages? Irrelevant. Brainwashed Saffir gets in his way, and with an “oh well”, Demande kills him. I assume “tired and a bit bored” is the intended emotional response.

Out of friends and family to kill, Demande turns to Wiseman. He attacks without mercy! The blow is swift and just! Wiseman’s true form is revealed! Demand once again speaks for us all.

No wait, Black Lady is really Wiseman’s true form!

No wait, the literal planet Nemesis is really Wiseman’s true form!

“Why oh why did we name it ‘Nemesis’!” Endymion wails. “That seems like such a poor choice on reflection!”

“Yeah, almost as bad as sending your worst enemy there and forgetting all about them!” calls Minako from her off-panel cast chair where she sits sipping a latte and nibbling on a craft services blueberry muffin.

“Your turn,” Rei says, drawing a card, her back to the scene.

“Shouldn’t we studying our lines?” Ami asks.

They all laugh and laugh and laugh.

Things are very GWOOO at the Gate of Time. Pluto worries so hard she has a flashback.

She remembers Queen Serenity telling her about the three rules she must never break. THEY ARE TABOO. Somehow, Serenity keeps a straight face as she says this. If you’re wondering why Pluto looks a little off there, by the way? TURNS OUT SHE’S A FUCKING CHILD

I’M GOING TO YELL ABOUT THIS MORE IN THE NEXT SUMMARY DON’T WORRY

For the moment, note that the three “taboos” are: 1. traveling through time, 2. leaving the Time Gate, and third is a DRAMATIC CUT AWAY FROM THE SCENE. But since you’ve seen S, you already know the third is stopping time.

PLEASE NOTE THAT WE’VE ALREADY SEEN HER VIOLATE TWO OF THESE BECAUSE I DON’T THINK ANYONE EXPLAINED TO SEVEN-YEAR OLD PLUTO WHAT THE WORD “TABOO” ACTUALLY MEANT

Now a planet, and yet still somehow also on Earth(?), Death Phantom/Wiseman/Black Lady/Nemesis drops his tragic anime backstory. By “backstory” I mean “I was evil and died and now I’m a planet.” What, that’s not enough for you? FUCK YOU THIS IS THE SAILOR MOON MANGA

Demande doesn’t take this news well, for reasons that boil down to “I thought I was working for the betterment of the planet”. YOU CAN’T GET MORE LITERAL ABOUT THAT THAN THE PLANET BEING SENTIENT AND TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO AND THEN DOING IT I GENUINELY DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR PROBLEM HERE MY GUY

Usagi glows some more. Then the glowing starts to go out. Oh fuck! But all we know how to do is stand here and look at the glow! Now what?!

Never fear, Tiny Kitten is here! She runs to Pluto and insists that she go to help everyone. It’s what Pluto’s been angsting about this whole time so she really wants to, but Tiny Kitten, it is taboo!

“You didn’t care about it being fucking taboo to leave the gate last issue when you wandered off into a storm that you ALSO said was taboo!” Tiny Kitten squeaks adorably.

“lol right?” says Minako, sinking her teeth into a jelly doughnut.

Pluto dithers some more, prompting Tiny Kitten to offer to guard the Time Gate in Pluto’s stead. And, because she is Tiny Kitten, she does it in the single most adorable way possible.

AWW RIGHT?? AWWWW

But while you’d think the correct answer would be “Tiny Kitten, you are the most pure and beautiful thing in this or any other world and you will be cherished all your days”, what Pluto actually says is “Sweet, thanks!” AND FUCKS OFF

POINT ONE: TINY KITTEN GUARDING THE GATE OF TIME IS NOT YOU GUARDING THE GATE OF TIME WHICH YOU MUST DO FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER BECAUSE TO LEAVE IS TABOO

POINT TWO: IF THE GATE OF TIME IS SO GODDAMN CRITICAL THEN YOU WOULDN’T LEAVE A FUCKING KITTEN TO GUARD IT PARTICULARLY IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR ON TIME ITSELF THEREBY PROVING THAT YOU HAVE BEEN DOING CHRONAL BUSY WORK FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS

POINT THREE: IF ALL WE NEED IS SOMEONE AT THE GATE TO PUNCH TICKETS THEN LITERALLY ANYONE CAN DO IT AND YET IN THE PERIOD OF TIME PRE-FALL OF THE SILVER MILLENNIUM AND CRYSTAL TOKYO NOT ONE FUCKING PERSON OFFERED TO STAND THERE SO YOU COULD HAVE AN AFTERNOON OFF

PLUTO YOUR ENTIRE BLOODY LIFE IS A LONG CON AND YOU FELL FOR IT

Still, she arrives in the 30th Century (Taboos One and Two broken AGAIN), to find Usagi glowing, but also sometimes maybe not glowing, and people seem worried but also not? On Black Lady’s command, Mamoru takes Usagi’s ginzuishou, but then Demande takes them both from Black Lady. Somehow everyone knows that the two crystals can’t touch or they’ll destroy time and space itself, and they tell him he can’t do that.

“FUCKING SJWS!” Demande howls as he hits the reblog button and pushes the ginzuishous ever closer.

I Am An Alpha Ch 3: I Can Do This, I Think...

“I can’t do this!” I groan as Jin drags me behind him through the forest. We spent most of the night figuring out where the black dragon’s home base is located and finding a quick path back to the camp so we, or I guess I mean they, can run back after. The land near the massive mansion reeks of them, not in a bad way it’s just so over whelming for me. I smell four wolves inside, three are unfamiliar and one is the wolf from yesterday. A small sigh of relief leaves my lips when I know the head alpha is not there, though that is a problem that Jin quickly realizes.

“The head alpha is out,” Jin informs the group, stopping us just behind the last row of trees that separate the forest from their main property.  There is a green house on one side of the mansion, I can smell flowers and fruits and vegetables. Even with the massive windows on the back of the house I can’t see a single person inside but I know they are here. “They know we’re here.”

“How can you tell?” Tae stares into the house with so much focus I feel like his eyes are going to pop out of his head.

“They are coming out,” Jin nods in the direction of the green house. Four figures step out and scan the forest line. Jin quickly tucks me behind him.

“Come out, come out where ever you are,” One sing songs. His voice sounds so warm and alluring I almost feel tempted to obey but Jin’s firm grip on my arm keeps me low.

Another sighs, already bored with the situation, “We know you are out there, don’t make us come look for you.”

“So many trespassers in two day? I wonder if they are with that mutt we cut up last night,” One chuckles in a deep voice.

My heart shatters at those words, “Cut up?” I echo.

“What a pretty voice,” The first voice purrs.

Another hums in agreement, “I wonder what pretty little creature it came from.”

“Should we go find out?”

The annoyed one voices his opinion, “I think we should just slaughter them now before the hyungs come back.”

“If you insist.”

“Wait,” Namjoon sighs as he stands up from cover. “No need to bring out your claws.”

“You are trespassing on our territory, that gives us permission to slit your throats without question. Lucky for you though, I’m feeling friendly today, now tell us what you are doing here.” The first voice demands.

“The rest of you stand too, I want to know who had the pretty voice,” The other commands. Jin pulls me up with him, still blocking me from view. The others join us, Joon is standing at point, Jin and Yoongi are flanking him with the other three standing at the back.

Namjoon bows as he introduces himself, “I am Kim Namjoon, we came looking for our pup, you caught him yesterday. We are sorry for being on your territory, we didn’t realize who you were until after. So if you could just give us back our pup we will be on our way.”

“Why would we just hand him over? We have a nice new chew toy.”

“We have something that you want more,” He offers.

One chuckles, “What do you have that we would want?”

“Your mate.”

There is a brief moment of silence before a chorus of growls come from the four alphas, “Mate.” I cling to Jin’s jacket, both out of fear and excitement. There is a silent fight for dominance as both my pack and my mates release their alpha pheromones. My omega instincts are screaming at me to drop to my knees and bare my neck, to submit just to get this to stop. I hold on to Jin tighter as my knees begin to loose their ability to hold me up. Jin, who is masking my scent, notices my suddenly trembling hands.

“Where is she? Do you have her with you? Where the fuck is she?” The first demands impatiently.

“We want our pup first, but since neither your head alpha, or your second in command, aren’t here we are going to have to come back later.”

“There is no way in hell we are letting you leave without handing over our mate.”

“We aren’t holding her back, she’s here for the pup as well,” Jin tells them, slipping a hand behind his back he offers it to me for stability and comfort. I accept it and let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. “Please reel your pheromones in though, you are scaring her.”

“Why can’t we smell her?” The first whines almost desperately.

“I’m masking her scent with mine.”

“Stop it,” Another snaps.

“It makes her feel safe, so no.”

One growls, “We would never hurt her.”

Jin scoffs, “Your head alpha almost killed her thirty years ago. You,” Jin raises his free hand to gesture to one of them, “you almost attacked her yesterday.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. But you missed her and attacked our pup instead.”

“Can we at least see her?”

“I don’t know,” Jin hums, “It’s all up to her. Do you want to see them Insoo-ya?”

I gulp, “As long as they don’t freak out or anything.”

“Wait,” Joon stops me, “Maybe it’s better if they don’t see you yet. I will be harder for both parties when we have to leave.”

“Where the hell do you think you’ll be going with our mate?” Someone barks, again I find myself under a massive amount of pressure. I hold Jin’s hand tighter.

“Control your anger!” Jin snaps back.

Namjoon gives his second in command a stern look before turning around to face the four men, “We aren’t running away, we are just waiting until your alpha comes back. I figure we should leave since none of you seem to be able to control your emotions which means Insoo is struggling to even breath with so much alpha pheromone in the air.”

“We will call him, just don’t leave.”

“Will you at least go inside or something?” Yoongi suggests, “None of us are enjoying the hostile atmosphere and at this point you are going to give her panic attack.”

The four men are silent for a moment before one speaks for all of them, “As long as we have your word not to run.”

“We came to you for our pup, we aren’t leaving without him.” Joon tells them.

“Does that mean we can see her? Since you won’t be leaving now?” One says hopefully.

“Insoo?” Jin wonders.

“I really want to peek,” I admit meekly. My pack is watching me intently, this isn’t my normal personality, I’ve always been strong and brave, not like this. I take a deep breath and take a shaky step to the side to look around Jin. The four men are standing a few yards away from the forest, watching with an intense stare. Three are really tall, about Namjoon’s height or a little taller. The other is short but only by a few inches, he’s absolutely beautiful, I mean they all are, but he is strikingly so. I’m surprised to see faded pink hair and darkly outlined eyes but they fit him so well, it makes him appear other worldly.

The tallest of the group is to his right, this one has tan skin and bags under his eyes. He doesn’t make me think of a wolf, maybe a cat or possibly a bird. Next to him is slightly shorter with a scary looking face. I find myself actually taking a step back when our eyes lock. He is the one from the forest, I can feel his familiar scent calling to me, drawing me in again. His hair is a light blond, beautiful pale skin stands out against the two tan men standing on either side of him. The other tan boy on his right has soft features compared to the other but he looks just as dangerous. Jin has to hold my hand to keep me form taking another step back.

“So beautiful,” The pink haired man purrs taking a step closer.

“Hello little wolf,” The next one coos. The other two just continue to stare. “What is your name?”

“Insoo,” I say softly.

He smiles, “So pretty, I’m Tao, this is our hyung Baekhyun. These two are our youngest pack members, Sehun and Jongin.”

I gulp, “Hello.”

Their eyes turn a brilliant gold.

“Hyung,” The youngest, Sehun, says with a cold voice.

“Sehun,” Baekhyun says with a obviously forced calm voice. “We have to wait for Kris hyung to get home, you should go call him.”

“But-“

“But nothing,” The eldest says sternly, “go.”

With that the boy nods and turns to leave, not before giving me one last glance. Even his stare seems so cold, I wonder what I could have done to earn such a frightening look. “Sorry about him, he’s still so young but you can understand that. This pup of yours, he’s younger than our Sehun, he must be quiet a handful.”

Joon shakes his head, “He’s pretty well behaved. We were pretty strict since that is how we were raised but he never really caused any problems.”

“Um,” I open my mouth to ask a question but quickly close it when all eyes switch to me.

“Go ahead little wolf,” Baekhyun urges with a sweet smile that reminds me vaguely of Tae’s.

I take a deep breath to calm my pounding heart, “You didn’t hurt him did you? You didn’t cut up my little pup, did you?”

“Your pup?” Jongin finally speaks, his is like ice as he glares daggers as Jin.

“He is not really her pup,” Namjoon clarifies, “She raised him since he was a child so she considers herself his mother.”

“How long have you all been together?” Tao wonders.

“Over one hundred years for most of us. Insoo has been with us for about 109, the three younger than her about 70 to 50. Jungkook was the one she took responsibility for.”

Baekhyun’s brow furrows, “109 years? How have we not found you?”

“We wandered frequently with a larger pack for most of that time,” Jin explains simply.

“You said something about our leader attacking her, when did that happen?”

“It was thirty years ago, he tackled her and almost ripped open her throat.”

“Excuse me,” I call their attention hesitantly.

“Yes my little wolf?” Baekhyun gives me a kind smile.

“Our pup, Jungkook, is he okay? Could I see him?”

The three men share a look but Baekhyun’s smile doesn’t falter, “If you want to come in, of course you can. But because of certain  rules I’m not going to bring him out yet.”

“How is he?”

“He’s fine,” Jongin answers shortly.

“How about you?” Tao asks, “Are you okay? Are you hungry or cold? Would you like to come in and warm up?”

I tuck myself against Jin’s side, “I’m fine thank you. I’ll just stay out here with my pack.” I watch as most of the warmth in his eyes fades to a obvious distaste for me actions. His hands clench to fists at his side and his jaw is clenched.

“As you wish, we will be inside if you need anything,” Baekhyun nods curtly and begins pulling the stubborn younger boys inside with him. As soon as they are gone I drop to my knees, ignoring the cold seeping into my jeans. Even though I already miss my mates and yearn for them to come back out and just take me in their arms I’m happy I can finally breath. Just them staring is enough to take the air out of my lungs.

“They looked pissed,” Taehyung stresses. The younger wolf joins me on the ground, letting out an exhausted breath of his own. “You have some strong mates, and that’s only four of them.”

“Of course they are pissed,” Jin snaps as he also collapses. “Their mate is clinging to another wolf, jealousy with wolves is a scary thing. I’m surprised the tan one didn’t rip my head off.”

“How many are there?” Yoongi wonders, not taking his eyes off the house.

“I’m not sure, their numbers have never really been discussed since many don’t live to see them all but I know there is about six or seven,” Namjoon answers.

“Do you think all of them are my mates?”

Namjoon nods, “I believe so. They all seem to have the belief that they will have the same mate.”

“They probably smelled you on Jungkook like the youngest one,” Hoseok figures.

“Are you okay Hyung?” Tae checks on me, placing a warm hand on my back.

I sigh and run my fingers threw my hair, “I feel so tired. It has been awhile since I had so many powerful alphas around me, I’m not used to it anymore.”

“Well you better get used to it because there is no way in hell we are getting out of here with both you and Jungkook,” Hoseok gives me a sad smile.

“I know,” I return the smile briefly before suddenly tackling the male.

“Fuck,” The older boy curses as we roll in the snow, wrestling for dominace, “What are you doing?”

I can’t hold in my giggles as I’m able to get on top and pin him down, “I’m enjoying my last bit of freedom with you guys.” The others stare at our fight for a brief moment, letting my words sink in before sharing a look. Soon they are joining in on our fight.

“Dog pile on Insoo hyung!” Jimin declares. Suddenly I’m on bottom with six heavy wolves on top of me. There are laughs and curses as everyone is scrambling to be king of the pile. I push, punch, and kick my way through, doing my best to not seriously injure anyone, but in a fight like this, anything can happen. With lady luck on my side I’m able to concur my pack to reach the top.

“King of the hill!” I yell happily.

This is it. My last few hours of freedom before I have to commit to seven mates and leave my crazy world and past behind. I will no long be a alpha, or a hyung, or a boy. I will be a pretty little omega like I was always meant to be, like I always wanted to be when I was slaughtering villages. But now that I have the possibility in front of me, I don’t know if I want it.

supercat week 3: day 3

supercat week: day 3 – feelings, whatever emotions your soulmate feels, you also feel (or the opposite)

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Stymphalian

Feeling your soulmate’s emotions is always trying, whether they’re happy, sad or unfeeling at all. Kara always gets frustrated with her soulmate’s emotions – they radiate from her wrists and sometimes, when they’re angry, it’s hard for Kara to control her strength. It’s an adrenaline rush, almost, when they get angry. Excited is much easier to deal with, it just adds to her usual buzz, as Alex likes to call it.

But Kara still finds it annoying. Frustrating. Invasive. These are not her emotions and they should not be anywhere near her.

Jeremiah explained it like this: her soulmate is the most biologically compatible being on Earth to be her mate and is Earth’s equivalent to the Codex, when it picks and matches Kryptonians- when it picked and matched Kryptonians. Kara still doesn’t like it. Kryptonians are taught to shield their mind past all their natural protections and Kara was always top of her class, shielding being the least of her problems. There is no way to shield your soulmate. Trust her, she’d tried.

“Oh, she’s pissed,” she hears Winn mutter, “Alarm probably didn’t go off on time. Wish I could make her feel better.” He flinches and at the twist in his wrists, Kara guesses his soulmate doesn’t appreciate his pity. Looking at her own wrists, which radiate a prickling of worry, Kara practices feeling calm. Don’t worry about me, she thinks in their direction. Kara doesn’t want them – however, she knows that the only way that worry will go away is if she stops feeling so focused on being angry. Kara sometimes thinks that it’s almost too easy how they understand each other through the bond – Winn and his own soulmate are a prime example on how humans misinterpret their significant other’s reactions to their current state.

Not to mention how Alex doesn’t even seem to have a soulbond sometimes. According to her sister, Alex’s soulmate is unorthodoxly closed off from her. Only when Alex has big, big moments – usually when concerning Kara and her safety – does her soulmate seem to react appropriately, either calm, angry or confused.

“Keira!”

Kara stands, pushing the thought of soulmates away as she comes around her desk to slip into Cat’s office. “Yes, Ms Grant?”

Cat is sitting at her desk as per usual, sipping her iced tea, sunglasses pushed up on top of her head. She taps a folder on her desk before making a ‘come hither’ gesture.

“Would you like to know what I found today?”

“What did you find?” Kara questions nervously, rubbing her wrists even as amusement curls up through her veins, the foreign source causing her annoyance to rise up to equal the level of nervousness.

“It’s an old story. Lois Lane covered it before I could, unfortunately, however I was rereading the article page I shoved in there. Poachers from Metropolis holidaying in a little town by the name of Midvale – sound familiar?”

Kara’s eyes widen, her heart pulsing in her ears as fear shoots through her heart. What did she find? A trickle of worry filters through the amusement in her wrists.

“Uh- Midvale, uh, yeah, yes, of course. I grew up there.”

“I’m aware,” Cat lifts the newspaper, but she looks slightly distracted and without the sunglasses hiding her eyes – even though it didn’t technically matter – Kara can see her eyes flicker to her own wrists. “The paper I picked up with her story in it wasn’t the Daily Planet, though. I took it from a police station, actually, in Midvale itself, when picking up Carter – his nanny had gotten into a car crash and nearly died a few days prior. Carter’s father was being an ass. A little girl saved them. Do you know where this is going now, Kara?”

And Kara does, all of a sudden, feeling a great rush of relief, embarrassment and shame. Alex in a cast flashes before her eyes and she swallows, remembering vividly how her sister had sat in hospital getting it x-rayed, stitched and held in place while she cried into Jeremiah’s jacket. My fault.

“Your name is given, in the article…are you quite alright, Keira?”

Kara snaps back into focus, meeting Cat’s gaze. She rubs her arm, the worry from Cat as palpable as the worry rushing through her wrists.

“My sister got hit by the door, when the car exploded. If I had told her to stay back while- while I was helping, she wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

Cat purses her lips together and if Kara hadn’t thought better of it, she would have sworn her wrists were matching Cat right now, spot of guilt and minor feeling of low-hearted fear encircling her limbs.

“Did she get admitted into hospital?”

“Her arm was damaged. Stuff happened. She can fire a gun legally though now, at work, so I guess nothing really went wrong with anything.”

A spike of amusement. “Indeed. Well, in any case, thank-you for what you did when you were a child.” Cat takes the folder, sticking it in one of her drawers. “Now, back to work, unless you have anything else to add.”

Kara hesitates only for a brief moment before shaking her head, twisting and walking back towards her desk. Chancing a glance, Kara briefly wonders, then shakes her head, glaring briefly at her wrists, which pulse in sedate happiness.

There’s no way that Cat Grant is my soulmate, anyway.

-

It’s a freak accident. Kara finds an alien bar deep in the city, one that’s just starting out and she gets completely smashed – which is when, of course, a Daxammite leans against the bar beside her and tugs her plait, flirting with horrible, sexist words. Kara immediately punches him in the face, breaking his pretty little nose as she glares, skin around her eyes beginning to go red as her eyes heat up. The Daxammite immediately hisses out Kryptonian as if it’s a curse and even drunk, Kara recognises the torn badge on his lapel, declaring him a member of the Daxam Royal Family.

Therefore: there’s a Daxammite in front of her.

They spit toxic words and only toxic words for what seems like an hour but is only apparently fifty seconds, Kara’s eyes red the entire time. She doesn’t think about it much until she punches him with super-strength, knocking him out cold just as she starts to feel a sudden drain. The pain from it causes her to let out a whine, red disappearing as she wobbles and sways, falling back into M’gann’s arms as she starts crying.

What the hell? She hears in her head, so very familiar – Cat! she replies in her head, as if she’s right there to say hello to – as M’gann sets her on the floor, slapping her face lightly.

“Kara? Kara, what’s wrong?”

Kara is like a yo-yo, bouncing back between hurt and happy, giggling as Cat’s voice fills her head again. What is happening? Why does my apartment suddenly smell like a bar? M’gann’s poke to her shoulder causes a ripple of pain, reminding Kara of the loss she feels, a burning in her eyes as she whimpers.

“I want Alex,” she says, almost choking on her own words.

“Kara, I don’t know who Alex is-”

Kara? Cat sounds incredulous. Kara, is that you?

Kara brightens, looking at M’gann. “Cat’s in my head! I can hear her! You’re a Martian – can you hear her too?”

Martian? Kara, where are you? I’m coming to pick you up.

M’gann looks at her in confusion, “No, I can’t hear her.”

Kara smiles brightly, rubbing her eyes under her glasses. “She’s coming to get me, she says. I’ve got to tell her where we are though.”

M’gann immediately protests. “No, don’t do that.”

Kara’s heart drops. “But why? Cat’s amazing. So’s Carter – Carter’s her son. I saved his life when I was a kid,” she leans in, as if telling a secret. “I used super-speed to get to the car and super-strength to get the door off. I saved him and his nanny. He was only a baby, he was so cute, you should have seen him.” Kara leans against M’gann slightly, sighing and thinking to Cat. I’m at an alien bar. We’re having fun. I’m on the floor. A stupid Daxammite was being really rude. She looks to the unconscious Daxammite at that, glaring. I hate him.

That sounds wonderful, Kara, but you haven’t exactly told me where this bar is. In her minds eye, Kara can see Cat grabbing a coat and a set of keys, pale golden skin glowing slightly under yellow lightbulbs. Distinct worry flows through her wrists and Kara looks to M’gann.

“Can I go outside? I think she’ll be able to see where I am when we’re at the road. Everything’s funny.”

M’gann looks at her worriedly, but nods, standing her up on shaky feet. Kara giggles a little at her funny balance, walking towards the door, banging into the frame as she does. To her own surprise, it doesn’t break on impact and instead, she’s the one feeling it. Gasping, Kara hits her hand off the doorframe, revelling at the experience of proper pain.

“I’m not invulnerable! Oh Rao, I haven’t been like this since I was last on Krypton! M’gann, look! I’m not breaking everything!” Kara exclaims, looking to the bartender, who stares in a mixture of shock and surprise.

Kara. Tell. Me. Where. You. Are. Cat demands suddenly. Kara blinks. “Sorry Cat.” Twisting back to the door, she walks out, stumbling a little and even falling to the ground before she gets up again, fumbling for her phone. Taking it out, she finds her way to google maps. I’m waiting, Kara.

Kara reads out the address precisely aloud, saying it in her head to Cat as well, humming happily when Cat thinks finally.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” M’gann questions as Kara sits on the sidewalk a way out from the bar entrance. Kara looks back to the Martian.

“Yeah. Cat’s coming.”

“Are you sure?”

Kara looks to her phone as it receives a text-message from Cat, confirming her location more concretely. Replying, Kara nods vacantly for M’gann, before turning her attention to her wrists, which are filled with exasperation, sadness, confusion, anger and flummox.

My soulmate’s feeling weird, she informs her boss, her wrists taking a sharp turn into surprise and self-consciousness. Tracing her veins, she continues. What do you think they’re doing, Ms Grant?

I…Cat starts, breathing almost audible in Kara’s ear, except it’s not – it’s in her head. I think your soulmate is in a car. I think she’s confused.

Kara smiles brightly at her comment. You’re right! She is confused! You’re really good at this, Ms Grant! Happiness, startled wonder.

I’m ten minutes away. With this traffic, I can push it to five, if I break a few traffic regulations.

Kara frowns. You really shouldn’t break the law, Ms Grant, it’s not very nice.

Not very nice? Cat’s laugh echoes through her head, wrists warming with nice, light happy. You are one of a kind, Kara. So special.

Remembering their very first conversation, Kara giggles, shaking her head. No, no, I’m not special, remember – not worthwhile.

Yet.

Yet, Kara repeats, looking up to the night sky, frowning slightly at the orange glow she could usually see through. Cat?

Yes, Kara?

I think I’ve lost my powers. Emotions kind of pause, briefly, in her wrists, before a truck-load rush through, a swear coming from Cat as Kara picks up a nearby rock, squeezing it to dust with zero success.

Don’t swear. What if you accidentally do it in front of Carter?

Don’t tell me how to raise my son. I’m going to be there quicker. Be ready to jump in the car. What powers do you think you’ve lost, then?

Kara wrinkles her nose, standing after a little wobble, feeling an odd sensation in her stomach. Invulnerability, super-senses, super-strength…she tries to run and jump to fly and while she knows it’s been years, she can’t feel the potential – she just feels like a body, a stringy piece of flesh. Flight and super-speed. Probably freeze-breath and solar flare too. I don’t want to do solar flare again.

Don’t do it, Cat orders, Kara rubbing her wrists in annoyance at the emotions radiating from them. What has you so angry now?

Soulmate, Kara replies shortly. We don’t have them on Krypton. I didn’t understand, when I came here – it’s not right. Not even my mind shields could stop them from coming through. She feels them become angry and hurt but she doesn’t really care right now. I don’t want a soulmate.

…really? You don’t think about what they want?

I don’t care. Kara glares at the ground her feet are standing on, wrapping her arms around herself. There’s a difference.

What if I was your soulmate?

Well, that’s obviously different, too, Kara kicks a cigarette stub, frowning. If you were my soulmate, I suppose I wouldn’t mind. You’re nice and I know you. You understand me. If I knew your emotions, then I’d know what coffee to get, too.

What coffee- oh, Kara. A car turns a corner, silver and sleek, driving down the road to stop in front of her. Cat peers at her, motioning for her to open the door and come in. Kara does, buckling in with only a few seconds pause.

“We’re taking the day off tomorrow,” Cat says to her, “Until you get your powers back.”

And all of a sudden, Kara becomes acutely aware of what she’s said to Cat, flushing and shrinking into the seat as Cat pulls away from the kerb. Half-formed sentences in her head make their way to Cat before she sends her a withering glare, shush quieting her.

The drive to Cat’s apartment is quiet and the sounds of the city are surprisingly calming to Kara, now she can’t hear every tiny little detail. This is what Alex means. She thinks of Midvale and the continual ocean tide and the birds, the sound of the house creaking around them in the wind. This – the hum and all its tiny zooms and the lights, oh the lights, Kara can see its beauty now – this is why Alex loves living her.

It reminds her of Argo City.

“When you’re sober, I doubt you’ll not realise, but in case you don’t, I figured it out – we’re soulmates, Kara, as unfortunate as you might believe that to be.” Cat says. “At least it explains your silence. Krypton exploded years ago. I’ve heard Superman’s testimony. Unless your people age oddly, then you must have been trapped, somehow.”

“I was,” Kara whispers.

Out the window, the city rolls on by.

❛ SCREAM 2 SENTENCE STARTERS

tw for violence, murder, weapons, all that good stuff

“I hate scary movies.”
“It’s good to be scared. It’s primal.”
“Listen, I read my Entertainment Weekly, okay? I know my shit.”
“I got my money, I asked for your money.”
“You know, I don’t even know you and I dislike you already.”
“I don’t like being scared. I don’t like that.”
“Scary movies are great foreplay.”
“Hey, move your ass! You’re late.”
“You know me and organized religions.”
“Lower the walls for the next few days, okay?”
“This self-induced isolation you got going is not healthy.”
“You can’t blame real-life violence on entertainment.”
“It’s a classic case of life, imitating art, imitating life.”
“I lived through this. Life is life. Doesn’t imitate anything.”
“Are you suggesting that someone is trying to make a real-life sequel?”
“Many sequels have surpassed their originals.”
“Well, there’s no accounting for taste.”
“I’d let the geek get the girl.”
“It’s starting again.”
“Multiplexes are just a dangerous place to be these days.”
“You’re in extreme denial.”
“This has nothing to do with us.”
“Can’t we just go back to our psuedo-quasi-happy existence?”
“I skipped. I couldn’t take all the ‘That’s Her!’ looks.”
“You’re playing with the big boys now, got it?”
“Your flattering remarks are both desperate and obvious.”
“Be kind. She saved our lives.”
“She had calf implants!”
“I’m gonna get closer.”
“This must be flat-out hell for you.”
“How are you holding up?”
“It’s really weird, isn’t it? To think this fuss is all because of you!”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was worried about you.”
“Things were okay, until now.”
“I’m seeing someone. Nice guy, pre-med, no apparent psychotic tendencies.”
“I just want you to be careful.”
“What am I supposed to do? Cut everybody off? Crawl under a rock?”
“I want to make sure you’re safe, if that’s alright with you.”
“Nothing like a funeral to bring the family together.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I forgive and forget. Just like you, I’d like to get back on with my own life.”
“You bitch!”
“Did you get that on film?”
“You need to check your conscience at the door, sweetie. I’m not here to be loved.”
“I don’t condone violence, but maybe you deserved it.”
“Don’t you think your overreacting, just a little bit?”
“How do you know that my dim-witted inexperience isn’t merely a subtle form of manipulation used to lower peoples’ expectations, thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some oozing to do.”
“I think you’re taking your psych major a little too seriously.”
“ ‘I’m fine,’ yeah—fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional.”
“HI! No, I really mean that—hi!”
“That shit only calls you when he’s drunk. Don’t go over there.”
“You sound loaded. What’s up?”
“Drink with your brain, that’s our motto.”
“Do you want to die tonight?”
“I’m outta here!”
“Did anyone call for me?”
“It’s your ill-conceived boyfriend.”
“Everyone thinks that sororities are just about blow-jobs, but it’s not true!”
“It’s happening again, isn’t it?”
“Better hurry. Might get scooped.”
“Get your jacket. Let’s get you home.”
“Why don’t you show your face, you fucking coward?”
“You know, I knew this was coming. I knew this wasn’t over.”
“You are not alone, okay? We are all here for you.”
“He needs to realize the nineties is no time to play hero.”
“Why would anyone go back in that house anyway?”
“You’re lucky he didn’t kill you.”
“I think we have a copycat on our hands.”
“Do these guys have to follow you around everywhere?”
“How am I ever going to get you alone?”
“To be honest, I think it would probably be in your best interest to stay as far away from me as possible.”
“I hope that was an off-the-cuff remark that holds no subtext whatsoever.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Come on, smile. Just once. Please?”
“I’ll smile when I catch the killer.”
“I’m not here to do your job.”
“He is a gemini, single, but I think he’s gay.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“I think I love you!”
“Why won’t you let me touch you?”
“I think you just need to deal with that and move on.”
“How do we find the killer? That’s what I want to know.”
“Let’s not move on. Maybe you are a suspect.”
“Well, if I’m a suspect, you’re a suspect.”
“That’s what reporters do! They stage the news!”
“If she’s not a killer, she’s a target.”
“I’m gonna do what any rational human being would do, and get the fuck out of here.”
“I wanna report the news, I don’t wanna be the news!”
“I need you. I cannot do this without you.”
“Let’s go get killed!”
“I’m a fighter.”
“None of us can avoid our fate, but as an artist, you can honestly face it, and fight it.”
“How long have you been here?”
“I need to be alone right now, okay?”
“Do I get a say in this?”
“The killer’s trying to finish what was started.”
“I’ll be back when you start talking about something a little more Saved By the Bell-ish.”
“What do you wanna do, bonehead?”
“Want to wait here and see who drops next?”
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?”
“No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be the hero and you’ll never, ever get the girl.”
“Where’s your innovation? Why copycat two high school loser-ass dickheads?”
“This isn’t a good time.”
“Come on, you sent me to prison. You can give me two minutes.”
“There’s been enough exposure. Why would you want anymore?”
“Yeah, I bet you’re real sorry.”
“There was no attack. We were talking, very heatedly.”
“I don’t know about homicide but you’ve definitely got me for raising my voice in a public library.”
“It should’ve been me.”
“Stop treating me like glass. I’m not going to break.”
“Until you find me standing over a body with a knife in my hand, I think you’d better treat me with the rights and privileges afforded to every innocent citizen in this country.”
“Enjoying the show?”
“I just wanna find this fucker!”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“I never meant to hurt you.”
“Stay here!”
“There’s no one there.”
“When this is all over, I’ll still be here.”
“I wanna know who it is.”
“I’m going back.”
“Stupid people go back. Smart people run.”
“We’re smart people, so we should just get the fuck out of here.”
“I’m sick of running!”
“If we know who it is, it’ll be over.”
“Get away from me!”
“This isn’t what it looks like!”
“Shit, who tied these? We gotta get out of here!”
“The killer, he’s here!”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“You really wanna trust your boyfriend?”
“Don’t you know history repeats itself?”
“Surprise, [name].”
“Thanks a lot, partner.”
“He’s crazy! You know me better than that!”
“What do you think? Experiencing some déjà vu?”
“I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”
“YOU ARE DEAD!”
“I never would’ve hurt you.”
“You should really deal with your trust issues.”
“Oh! So vulgar!”
“Did he let you talk to him this way?”
“He was a sick fuck, just like you.”
“No. He was a sick fuck who tried to get away with it. I’m a sick fuck who wants to get caught.”
“I’ve got my whole defense planned out.”
“I’m gonna blame the movies.”
“I’m an innocent victim.”
“You’re a psychotic.”
“That’ll be our little secret.”
“See? It’s all about execution.”
“You’re forgetting one thing: I fucking killed him.”
“You piece of shit!”
“You got a Linda Hamilton thing going on. It’s nice. I like it.”
“Nice twist, huh? Didn’t see it coming, did ya?”
“It’s called a makeover; you should try it.”
“I’m very sane.”
“You’re never gonna get away with this.”
“Not wise to patronize me with a gun.”
“Don’t you FUCKING MOVE.”
“I have had a very, VERY bad day, and I would like to know exactly what the FUCK is going on here.”
“I can still help you.”
“Let me kill her!”
“Personally, I think it’s rather poetic.”
“No, don’t you listen to her!”
“Quite a predicament you’re in.”
“Give me the gun.”
“I want you to know I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.”
“We should probably talk about what exactly happened here, you know? Get our stories straight.”
“I’ve been shot!”
“Jesus, you scared the crap out of me!”
“You’ve got more lives than a cat.”
“They always come back.”
“How’s it feel to be a hero?”
“I’m back.”
“I’m coming with you!”
“I can’t believe you’re alive!”
“It’ll make a helluva movie.”