It was way too early for this. The dreaded week of school was about to start officially in around five minutes. You dropped your backpack next to your seat and slumped over onto the desk.
Having history first thing every morning was something you would change if you could. Being somebody who slept as little as you did, an overly enthusiastic teacher was a good wake-up call but not something you wanted to deal with at such an early hour.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched two of your friends enter the classroom. One of them was scrambling to his seat with a look of pure helplessness written across his face while the other kept her usual calm disposition.
Eren rummaged through his backpack in a frenzy while you mumbled a good morning greeting to the black-haired girl sitting in front of you.
From the bg came a blank paper you recognized as last night's English homework. Eren slid the paper on your desk with expectant wide green eyes.
You raised both eyebrows. "What is this for?"
The boy in front of you ran an anxious hand through his ever messy short hair and brought it back down on the paper. "Listen, you gotta help me with this."
Mikasa turned in her seat to face you. "Don't help him. It's pointless."
Eren scoffed. "Wow, thanks, dear sister. I'm so glad I can count on you to help out a brother in need," he remarked sarcastically.
"I'm adopted," she deadpanned.
"Shut up, Mikasa," he said, scowling before he turned to you with a look of desperation. "Please, Y/n, you have to help me. Ms. Ral is gonna be so mad."
You were about to spew a clever response but a certain blonde boy beat you to it. "More like Zeke is gonna be so mad," Armin remarked as sat down in the seat next to yours.
Eren paled, not by much since he was still so tan from the summer, but you could tell since he was leaning so unfortunately close to you.
His eye twitched cartoonishly and he seemed to know the fate that awaits him in fifth-period English, which might have been your new favorite class after this day.
"Ah yes, my favorite brother," Mikasa quipped.
Eren was quick to clap back. "You're adopted, Mikasa. Plus, he's my half brother so that makes him your quarter brother."
Armin frowned. "I don't think that's how that works."
You patted their shoulder. "Just let him think what he wants. There's a reason why he flunked math last year, even with Mikasa's help."
Eren's light freckles danced as he made all sorts of offended expressions. "You don't know how hard algebra can be! When did this become hate on Eren day? You should be helping me. Y/n, you do your homework. Give me the answers now, pretty please."
"No."
He looked utterly perplexed that he was shut down again that morning. "How could you do this to me? After all I've done for you."
You folded your arms over your hoodie. "And what exactly have you done for me?"
He glanced away in thoughtfulness then snapped his fingers in realization. "I washed your car for you. Over the summer. Many times."
"That doesn't count. It was my mother's car and you only did it because you lost a bet to my twelve-year-old brother."
He pushed his lower lip out in a pout. "Well, believe it or not, I do many things for you out of the kindness of my heart."
"I've never seen it," Mikasa claimed. Armin snickered to himself at Eren's hurt expression.
You tried to reduce your laugh to a false cough as you slid Eren's incomplete homework off of your desk and onto his. "Maybe next time, champ."
His defeated look and wordless mouthing did nothing for him as your teacher announced the start of class.
This was your cue to zone out and drift off into a peaceful sleep. This was an honors history class, and you were in a good place. What harm could it do?
A tap on your shoulder stopped you from fulfilling your plans. You turned around to see Ymir, a freckled girl with a not particularly friendly reputation, holding out a folded sticky note.
"Pass this to Historia, will you?" She nodded in the direction of the blonde girl sitting in the front row a few columns over.
You took the note from her hand and passed it on to Armin, telling him who needed to receive it.
He passed it Reiner, who was sat diagonal from him, despite Ymir's frantic hand motions to stop the action. Reiner took the note, furrowing his eyebrows as Armin told him to pass it to the clueless girl in front of him.
He looked behind him at Ymir's pleading expression and smirked as he crumpled the note and threw it back at her forehead.
Armin watched the exchange and mouthed an apology to Ymir. She only waved him off and began writing a new note.
Your teacher was droning on about something horrendously boring and no matter how enthused he was with the topic, that couldn't stop you from drifting off once more.
The nap you were having was relatively good until the loud sound of wood slapping your desk jolted you awake. You leaned back in your chair as Professor Smith looked down at you sternly.
He walked back to the board and pointed his yardstick at you in disappointment. You had no idea why he always had one but for some odd reason, he did. Then again, Professor Smith was an odd guy.
"This, my students, is what happens when you don't dedicate your hearts to a proper sleep schedule. You fall asleep during the most important class of the day!" He swiped a blonde piece of hair off his forehead in frustration.
You looked at Armin, hoping to get some sympathy, but he was too busy trying to contain his laughter to take pity on you. Eren was doing similarly, only he made an effort to make sure you knew he found your suffering funny.
After the embarrassing moment in history that morning, which you were glad Jean wasn't there to see, the day passed by awfully slow.
By the time lunch rolled around, you were so relieved to eat that you forgot you had English afterward and that Eren is a dumbass.
So there you were at the lunch table, listening to Eren complain about
the homework he didn't do for what felt like the millionth time that day.
Mikasa, who was far beyond tired of listening to him, was reading one of her old sapphic stories while Armin sat on his other side with earbuds in and flashcards in his hands. That left you alone to hear about Eren's incessant dumbassery.
Jean tossed his tray onto the table and pushed your head down toward the table. "At least try to look interested in what he's saying."
He took his usual seat next to you and took the apple off of your tray. You gave him a look that said, "What the hell?" and he just shrugged in response.
Eren glanced between the two of you and slid the piece of paper to Jean. "Read this."
Jean looked over the paper and looked back up at Eren with a raised eyebrow. "There's nothing to read. You didn't answer any of the questions on here."
You snorted into your tiny milk carton as Eren glared at the copper-haired boy next to you.
He pointed a stern finger at him and licked his lips. "I'll have you know that I am too brilliant for this type of thing."
Jean clicked his tongue. "Stop with that BS. You want me to help you with this? I can't, I'm not in honors English with the rest of you. I don't even know how you got recommended."
Eren snapped his fingers and grinned. "Keyword: Mikasa."
Jean rolled his eyes. "Of course, how could I forget?"
You snickered and pushed the paper back to Eren. "Give up now. No one's gonna help you now. You're doomed."
He groaned and slumped his head onto the table. "I know. Please don't rub it in."
You picked up your tray and let Jean stack his on top before heading over to the cleaning window, surprised to see Ymir and Reiner inside washing trays. "Who put you two together for tray duty?" you asked as you slid both trays through the window.
Ymir glared at Reiner. "This idiot got me caught passing 'Toria notes."
Reiner scoffed. "Try to get a little closer to the truth. Professor Smith is smarter than I thought. He saw her writing the note."
"So then why were you punished?"
He shrugged and tugged at the school-issued apron. "Because I tried snitching on her. Plus I threw the sticky note in her face."
"Funny, he doesn't like snitches. That was your first mistake."
Reiner's shoulders sagged as he sighed. "Yeah, this sucks majorly."
You nodded and carefully eyed Ymir, who was lurking behind Reiner with a finger raised to her lips and the sink's spray nozzle in the other hand.
"I could be eating right now but- Jesus Christ! Ymir, what the hell are you doing?" Reiner yelled when the cold water hit his back. Ymir grinned mischievously as he shouted threats and complaints at her.
You went back to your table, no longer wanting any part in that. Jean was slinging his backpack onto his shoulders while whining about not being in fifth-period english with the rest of you.
"Don't you fret, Jean. I'll tell you all about it later." You patted his shoulder and lightly pushed him in the direction of Professor Smith's classroom.
"We'll see you at PC later, right?" Armin called after him, referring to your usual Monday meetups at Paradis Convenience.
Jean turned around and continued to walk backward. "Sorry, you know I usually would, but practice was canceled yesterday so it's happening today. Eren's skipping though, so don't worry about him." He turned forwards again and slipped into his classroom.
"Eren, you know you really shouldn't skip baseball practice." Mikasa frowned as the four of you rounded the corner to the English department.
"Zeke definitely wouldn't like that," you added casually.
Eren groaned dreadfully. "Can you all spare a little sympathy for me? I'm going through hard times."
"No," you said in unison and took your seats.
Eren was glad he sat in the back row next to Armin. His chances of Ms. Ral calling on him were much lower than yours and Mikasa's, who sat at the joint desk in front of him.
Zeke was everyone's favorite sub because he was awfully calm and unintentionally funny. His half-brother was the only one who didn't like him working in the school. Well, the janitor didn't like him very much either.
"Okay, everyone, Ms. Ral said she assigned a few questions for homework last night so if you could all pass your papers to the front row, I'll collect them.
You heard Eren gulp behind you and you snickered to yourself. You turned in your seat and reached out expectantly. An eyebrow raised, you said, "Well?"
He was rightfully ashamed, that much was clear when you looked at the messy "IDK :)" scribbled under each question. You had to stifle the laughing fit that was sure to slip out if you didn't pass it to Bertholdt quick enough.
As Zeke gathered the papers and flipped through them, he frowned at one. Eren knew he was in deep. He shrank down in his seat, trying to hide from Zeke's wandering eyes.
They found him, however, and narrowed. "Jaeger, see me after class."
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"And then he threatened to tell dad but I'm not scared of him! I'm not a kid anymore," Eren declared as he shoved more quarters into the rocket ship machine he was sitting in. "He also laughed in my face. This is a cruel, cruel world we live in."
You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled past your lips. "You're such a moron. I mean, no, you're so smart and I feel so, so sorry for you."
Mikasa snorted into her ICE drink and Armin threw his head back onto the brick of the convenience store, not caring enough to stifle their laughs.
Eren glared at the three of you. "Don't you laugh. That was mean."
"Pretty sure that was the point," Armin remarked as they tossed some goldfish into their mouth. "Do you really not see the irony in your words? You've been playing on a kids toy for the past hour and a half."
Eren took an angry sip of his soda and flipped the three of you off.
Mikasa swiveled her head around you and Armin to look him in the eyes. "Speaking of time, can we go home now? Who cares if dad is upset with you? It's your own fault. I'm hungry and it's getting cold out."
"Eat your hair. Just let me have one more ride."
Her cold gray eyes narrowed even further. "You said that five rides ago."
He put up his hands defensively. "And I mean it now!"
She sighed lightly and grabbed onto Eren's hood, leaving you and Armin alone with a one-word goodbye as she dragged him away, much to his obvious dismay.
Armin sighed and you looked up from your bag of chips. "Something wrong?"
"I just remembered there's a history test on Wednesday and I've been putting off studying for it."
You froze. "There's a history test?"
He stared at you for a moment and then burst out laughing. You didn't even care that it was mean of him to laugh at your misfortune because it sounded so nice.
"It was announced last week. Professor Smith was right, you do need to pay attention more."
You blushed, embarrassed to be caught slacking by someone so smart. "I get by just fine, thank you very much."
"Sure you do. If it helps, I'm going to the library after school tomorrow to study, if you wanna tag along."
You grinned, gratefully. "That would help a lot, thanks."
There’s a difference between debating men and spreading awareness. Talk about feminism and debunk lies and criticize misogyny, but don’t debate men directly unless you’re prepared to waste your time and energy.
This video isn’t about feminism specifically but it’s a great explanation of how “debating” can backfire and give a platform to the same hate and ignorance you’re trying to combat:
This has also been discussed at length when it comes to global warming deniers—debating with them ultimately brings them more attention and an unearned air of legitimacy.
Debunk antifeminist men’s talking points all you want, but be wary about engaging with them directly. If you talk about them you can raise awareness. If you talk to them, they can spew bullshit faster than you can debunk it—that’s just how bullshit works. They are almost never engaging in good faith, and they’re often performing their disrespect toward you for an audience of misogynistic men who have no interest in hearing your arguments and just want to see a woman treated poorly.
Summary: Kara just has to visit Gotham, and it's all your fault.
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: swearing, typical DC violence
Pairing: Kara Zor El x Fem!Reader
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Kara hated Gotham. She was never the biggest fan of Metropolis, but at least it was clean. Clark kept the city safe and saved squirrels from getting run over. Almost a utopia of sorts, depending on who you asked. Him and his, “we have to be good,” nonsense. It was safe, and clean, and somewhere anyone would be lucky to live in.
Gotham was worse than all the dying marauder planets she had visited.
It was dirty, and she swore all the children were on some sort of drugs. Every person she encountered looked feral and ready to tear her head off just for looking at them wrong. Clark had warned her when she first got to Earth. Stay away from Gotham. She knew the wanna-be “masked vigilante” was shit at his job, and Clark barely had the heart to go visit and help when needed. It was a hopeless city.
And you just had to move there.
Kara had come back from another bender, ready to crash on Clark’s couch until he forced her to get back out into the world of the humans. She always felt safe enough to get some actual rest after those trips, eager to get back to Clark’s apartment where it almost felt like something she could call home. Perhaps she would even check in on you in a few days when she didn’t look quite so homeless. She had mentioned one evening that she might ask you for coffee, and Clark had to ruin it all.
”She moved to Gotham,” he had said in his stupid, too cheery voice. “She thought there was a better chance to do something good.”
Good. Such a stupid word. And what a useless waste of time in Gotham. You could do so much better somewhere else, somewhere like Metropolis. What could have possibly possessed you to make such a move? Kara swore you said moving away from Gotham had been the best decision of your life. Now you moved back?
Now she was stuck sitting in a grimy courtroom that smelled of cigarettes and bleach, both of which barely concealed the hint of dried blood. Everyone around her was shouting at the judge, not listening to anything that was being said. You stood at the prosecutor’s table, hands slamming on the wood to emphasize whatever point you were trying to make.
Kara could hear you over the yelling; her ears were fine-tuned to the sound of your voice. That didn’t mean she was listening. Just the frequency of your pitch was enough to leave her chest warm and full. It was a weird feeling that she wasn’t particularly upset about.
“-and may God have mercy on your soul.”
Kara’s ears perked up.
The yelling turned to screaming, and Kara could barely stand up before she saw the gun whip across your face. The crack bounced off the inside of her skull and she froze. Kara Zor-El, commonly known as Supergirl, last survivor of Krypton, froze. Officers quickly grabbed the defendant and retrieved the gun. Her eyes glued themselves to your face and the blood dripping from your nose.
Any remaining patrons milled out of the room, heads down and speed-walking to leave the almost-crime scene. The nerd beside you at the table shook your hand and followed suit, leaving you behind to shuffle papers and wipe the snotty blood from your face.
Kara’s boots clacked against the uneven wooden floor. Your stained hands looked wrong against the crumpled papers you were so gently filing into a neatly organized black binder. How you could be so calm after having a gun shoved into your face was a mystery. Kara would have snapped.
Then again, that was precisely what had drawn her to you.
”What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” You asked with a killer side eye.
”I could ask you the same thing,” Kara answered.
”Cute,” you said with a smile, finally standing tall with the binder tucked under your arm. You gestured your head toward the door, and Kara happily followed you out of the building. “How was your retreat?”
Right. She forgot that’s what Clark often called it when talking to humans. It wasn’t like he could say she went off planet; not when you had no clue she wasn’t from Earth. A ridiculous notion that she took off on retreats all the time but she couldn’t argue that it was better than the alternative. You could get hurt if you knew who she was. After all, look at poor Lois.
Gunshots rang through the back alley.
Perhaps you weren’t much safer.
“It was fine,” Kara answered. “But what’s all this about?” She asked. “I leave for a few weeks and you move to Gotham?”
”It was three months, Kara,” you quickly retorted. “A lot can happen in that time.”
Her feet stuttered before she quickly fell back in step with you. No way it had been that long. Clark hadn’t even mentioned it, and he was good at unintentional guilt trips. Why hadn’t you gotten a hold of her in that time? She was just expected to come back to you having moved to a dangerous city without her?
“I thought you were running for DA in Metropolis,” Kara said softly. “What happened to that?”
You shrugged. “I lost.” Then, with a small frown, “really bad.”
In the distance, sirens raced to reach an unknown crime. Knowing Gotham, probably a mugging. It was a disgusting city. Garbage bags littered the streets, and that was miles better than the free trash that drifted in the wind. Kara swore there were more homeless people than housed. Each one you passed, you handed a crisp $50 bill.
”I thought you would have made a good DA,” Kara insisted.
You scoffed. “Not in Metropolis. Have you seen the Supers? They set the bar too high for regular people.” You opened the door to an apartment complex and held it open for her. “Gotham is more my speed.”
Kara walked in with you, waiting for you to lead the way. She liked when you skipped over all her disappearances. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right, and you had every reason to cut her off and move on with your life. But you didn’t. Time after time, you silently forgave her and opened your door and welcomed her like an old lover.
You opened the apartment door - after a five-story walk up - and ushered her in, swiftly closing and locking the door behind you with three locks.
”Want some coffee?” You asked, your words almost drowned out as you dropped the heavy binder on the small, wobbly kitchen table.
A grunt in the affirmative was all Kara could muster. She was too busy looking through your things that were littered all around the small studio apartment. Newspaper clippings were tacked onto a cork board that took up nearly half of one wall. Each clipping contained pictures, and each picture was of her. Of Supergirl.
”A little obsessed, aren’t you?” She asked.
Your calming laughter filled the space. “I think she’s cool. She’s not perfect, but she’s good.”
Good. Not a word Kara liked to use for herself, but she could grow used to it if it came from your pretty lips. Her eyes lingered on the clippings for a little longer before moving on, smiling at the framed pictures. Some were of you and Clark, others were of you and her and Clark.
Her favorites were just the ones of you and her. The ones where she was smiling like she hadn’t survived the extinction of her people. Where she looked like a normal girl, spending time with her crush. Crush. That was the right word, wasn’t it? She wasn’t sure, she didn’t spend enough time on Earth to really learn the lingo properly.
”We need some new pictures,” you said softly, appearing out of nowhere beside Kara. “I think the last one is a year old.”
A year. That didn’t sound right. Though, if she continuously took months to get wasted then maybe you were accurate. It wasn’t a comforting thought. Her chest tightened and her throat closed.
”Gotham is beneath you,” Kara said, completely changing the subject and taking the chipped coffee mug from your hand. “You should come back to Metropolis.”
”Miss me?” You asked with a smile. A small sigh fell from your lips. “It would be less stressful.”
”Then come back,” Kara said hopefully. “I’m looking for my own apartment, you can just move in with me.”
Instantly, your face flushed. “I… don’t think I’m ready to be saddled with Metropolis insurance again. Besides,” you looked at her with a raised brow, “I’m not paying both halves of the rent when you decide to go flying off to another country for months on end.”
”I could stay,” Kara replied too quickly. “I could take job hunting more seriously. We could live out of city limits and carpool.”
The blush raced down your neck. Selfishly, Kara hoped it was due to her words. It wasn’t right for her to ask you to move again, not when she had given you no reason to stay. As far as anyone knew, she was a flight risk, mentally unstable, and reckless. You seemingly had a stable job here and a cute little apartment.
But she wanted you to stay with her.
In Metropolis. She meant she wanted you to stay in Metropolis.
”I can’t, Kara,” you said softly.
Your fingers brushed against her hand that was hanging at her side. Every time Kara asked Clark about the weird feeling when you touched her, he described it as lightning or electricity. She disagreed. It wasn’t as big as that. It was a warmth that crawled its way up her fingers, reaching desperately for her chest. She wanted to pull away, but simultaneously wanted you closer.
Kara let herself linger on your hand before looking back at the picture frames set neatly along the wall. In every picture, some part of you was touching. Your arm around her shoulders, pulling her further into frame. Heads pressed together until your smiles covered most of your faces. You looked happy. She looked happy.
So why couldn’t you be happy with her in Metropolis?
Her eyes fell to an old, crumpled picture sitting crooked in a splintered frame. For a moment she couldn’t recall when it was taken. You had her hand clasped between yours, pulling as you supposedly walked backward. It wasn’t like the others; Kara was barely smiling and had a sad look in her eyes. Your smile was gentle and more reserved than usual.
Kara tilted her head and studied the picture harder.
”It’s nice to meet you, Kara.”
Your hand looked fragile hanging in the air between you. Kara was half-convinced she would break it if she so much as reached out to grasp it. Her eyes drifted over to Clark who, without hesitation, nodded in the direction of your hand. With abated breath, she reached out and placed her hand in yours, refusing to grip it. Your skin was soft.
“What’s the plan, ladies?” Clark asked. His stupid camera hung around his neck, always ready to snap a picture at a moment’s notice.
“The waterway is pretty,” you mused, still holding Kara’s hand. “Or the park, I think they’ve got-,” you grasped Kara’s hand with both of yours, pulling her ever so slightly closer, “-the sky walk!” Your eyes glimmered when you looked at her. “Are you afraid of heights?”
Kara would have laughed at the ridiculousness of the question. Instead, she just shook her head.
You squeezed her hand tighter. “We have to go, it’s the most gorgeous sight in the world.”
With a gentle grip and a powerful tug, you pulled Kara by her hand. She could have stood her ground, refusing to budge. You weren’t her friend. Truthfully, you weren’t even an acquaintance. You were Clark’s friend, and that didn’t extend to her. But there was a sparkle in your eye and a mischievousness to your smile.
The sky walk would, undoubtedly, be the second most gorgeous sight in the world.
The memory hit Kara like a truck.
”That’s my favorite picture,” you said beside her. “I realised later that I may have come on a bit strong.”
You had. You had come on horrifically strong. Constantly holding her hand, dragging her around the sky walk while Clark snapped picture after picture. It was infuriating and as much as she should have hated every second of it, she didn’t. Your hand was warm in hers, and just a little sweaty, and you subconsciously squeezed her fingers when you were pointing out your favourite things.
”You did,” Kara confirmed with a smirk. “Overbearing, honestly.”
You bumped her shoulder and mumbled, “shut up.”
Something linked around Kara’s finger and she looked down. Your pinky was gently wrapped around hers, linking you together in such a hidden, scandalous way. Unlike the rest of you, your finger was cold. At least she assumed so since you were shaking.
”You should visit more,” you said softly. “Gotham’s not as bad as you think.”
”It’s pretty disgusting,” Kara scoffed. Her brain froze as her stomach turned at what she would say next. “I’ll need a good reason.”
Kara’s face felt hot when you turned your body to face her. You were so close. She liked it. You were a pretty touchy person with everyone, but Kara liked it more than she cared to admit. It left her desperate and almost on her knees to keep you close.
”You need a reason to visit me?” You asked.
No.
”Yeah,” she answered. “It’s hard to compete with Metropolis. No one comes here for fun.”
You hummed and nodded slowly. Shit. She fucked up. That was not the response she wanted. Now you were going to have something quippy to say that would probably hurt her feelings. All because she decided to-
-your hands grabbed Kara by the face and pulled her into a kiss. Her brain malfunctioned. She didn’t know what to focus on. Your nails lightly scratching her jaw, or your breath on her cheek. Soft lips. So soft. Her heart jumped into her throat.
Your lips pulled away far too soon.
”Think that’s a good enough reason, Kara?”
Kara opened her eyes and looked into yours. There was a spark. A spark she constantly searched for. A spark that reminded her of a home she would never forget. It left her speechless. Happy.
”I can work with that,” she answered breathlessly.
Perhaps she could learn to tolerate Gotham. For you.
Summary: Kara loves her girlfriend. Krypto loves her too. But what if the super dog seems to adore her just as much as she does?
wc: 2.423
Tags: fem!reader, fluff, slightly suggestive, kisses, Krypto being Krypto
Kara Zor-El was absolutely certain of two things.
The first was that she loved her girlfriend. The second was that her dog, Krypto, seemed to too.
She wasn't sure when it had occurred to her that her super dog had such a deep and loving bond with her own girlfriend. Don't get it wrong, she didn't think it was a bad thing, in fact, it was pretty great, but she still raised an eyebrow at the thought, after all, for a dog as wild and lively as Krypto, it was surprising that he enjoyed someone's company enough to be willing to lie down completely, or even (which Kara thought was the strangest thing ever), sit on command.
Kara had never had a hard time raising Krypto. At least, if you could call it raising what she meant by the word at the time. It wasn't hard raising him, but it was definitely tiring. Although if you asked Clark, her cousin, he would probably look with desperate eyes, because he was maybe the person who was the most victimized by the dog's behavior.
So the surprise that her own dog would sit down without a word at her girlfriend's request, and even willing to stay still of his own free will, was almost like a slap in the face.
Krypto certainly didn't behave like this. For a moment, she even wondered if this was the same Krypto who would chew a pillow at all hours of the day and shake it constantly so that the feathers inside would fly everywhere in the apartment or on her ship.
But regardless of how strange it was, she was happy. After all, it just meant that Krypto loved her girlfriend as much as she did. And that shouldn't be a problem. At least, she thought so.
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The evening lights of Metropolis, although dim, filled your apartment with enough light.
You loved evenings like this. It was one of those times when no evil threatened the peace of the city that would require the intervention of heroes. Furthermore, it was peaceful, so you could quietly enjoy every moment of the pleasant evening.
Especially now that Kara was there.
The smell of dinner was in the air, even though you had both finished eating half an hour ago.
You were just wiping the last plate over the sink, which was just waiting to be put in the dishwasher with the other already cleaned plates after a thorough wiping.
Kara was sitting not far from you, more precisely at the table. Her eyes followed your figure, watching every small movement of your hands.
A strange feeling always filled her at such moments.
The whole atmosphere was so intimate, almost domestic. It was almost funny to think that a few years ago she would never have imagined herself in such a moment, but now she was the one sitting there, watching your every move with an almost adoring gaze.
A smile tugged at her lips at the thought. It wasn’t too big, maybe not even noticeable if you didn’t lean closer, but it didn’t matter. Because it was exactly the kind of smile that comes to your lips in the midst of the most tender and loving thoughts.
Although she loved looking at you, her thoughts still wandered for a moment.
She stood up from her seat, then in an instant she was behind you, her arms tightly but still gently wrapped around your waist.
You were surprised for a moment, then a smile appeared on your lips, and you turned your head a little to the side so you could see her face better.
“You’re done, right?” Kara's voice came out, sounding really soft after the few moments of silence. The grip of her arms tightened a little as she tried to pull you closer to her.
You could hear the need in her voice. She hid it well, but it was clear to you now. It was a solid, small way of letting you know she wanted your attention. Although Kara wasn't the kind of person who didn't say what she thought, in such intimate moments she sometimes tended to show a much softer side of herself, hiding her feelings or thoughts behind much gentler words and requests. And you loved that you could see this side of her too.
"This was the last plate. I'll run the sink and I'm yours." you finally answered and your gaze turned back to the plate from which you had wiped the last food stain.
Kara just hummed in response, but she didn't let go of your grip.
Her hair, which was still slightly uncombed, fell lightly over your shoulders, which gave off a slight ticklish feeling.
Her eyes watched your hands for a moment, then she pressed a small kiss to your neck. It was softer than her usual kisses on your neck, but there was still that kind of desire in them that just wanted you to be as close as possible to each other.
"I was thinking we could watch a movie before we go to bed." You said, placing the last plate next to the ones you had cleaned earlier.
"Mhm." Kara hummed, and you couldn't tell if she heard what you said at all, which wasn't likely, after all, she had super hearing, or if she just didn't care too much because she seemed more interested in hugging you and pressing small kisses here and there on your neck.
"Kara..." you breathed out softly, and she just hummed again. "Did you listen to what I said?"
"Something about movies." she said lightly, as if it was the most obvious thing to say, but she seemed more interested in showering more kisses on your neck.
You sighed softly, though it was more of a loving sigh.
You turned in her embrace, wrapping your arms around her neck. You felt her hands tighten slightly around your waist in response.
You saw that slightly smug grin that you knew so well begin to appear on her face. It was the kind of grin that said you were where she wanted you to be and had achieved what she wanted.
"Stop being so smug about yourself." you said playfully, and the grin on her face only grew bigger.
"I don't know what you're talking about." she teased as her hands slid under your clothes and lightly stroked the smooth surface of your skin.
You were about to speak again when you heard a really loud and determined bark.
You both looked to where the bark was coming from, only to see Krypto wagging his tail really enthusiastically and his gaze following your form.
"Come on, buddy." Kara growled softly at the for dog interrupting the moment.
Unlike her, you didn't seem that annoyed as you removed your arms from around her neck, much to Kara's chagrin, and moved closer to Krypto, who seemed even more excited.
"What is it, Krypto?" you asked the dog, who just barked again, seemingly unable to decide whether to start running around the house again or simply fly away.
For a moment, you saw his gaze fall to the leftover dinner on the counter.
Now you understood.
Kara sighed. "No, Krypto. You can't eat it. I already told you."
Krypto just barked in displeasure in response, but he didn't look like he really cared. Instead, he kept his gaze on you, looking at you almost questioningly.
"Let him eat it, Kara. It really isn't much." you said, then you took the plate from the counter and placed it on the floor for the dog, who immediately started eating.
Kara just looked at the dog boredly, then grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.
Well, at least while Krypto ate, you could be alone.
A sigh left your mouth, and after a moment, you lay down on the bed. Your thoughts wandered over various movie ideas, but it was interrupted when you felt a weight weigh on you and a pair of beautiful blue eyes look into yours.
That smug smile appeared on Kara’s face again as she scanned every inch of your face. It seemed her thoughts weren’t filled with the flood of movie choices.
“I guess you’re not thinking about movies.” you noted with a small grin, and Kara chuckled, then leaned closer.
“I thought of something much better than a movie.” she said, almost whispering in your ear, then leaning back against your neck.
Your breath hitched again when you felt her lips begin to press kisses to your neck again. These, however, were much firmer and less soft than the previous ones, but still just enough sensuality to emphasize the not-so-hidden meaning behind her words.
Kara's lips began to search for the more sensitive spots on your neck and when she successfully found them, she pressed a firmer kiss that took your breath away again.
"Kara..." you breathed out and you felt that smug grin on your neck.
She loved it when you made sounds like that. She knew you enjoyed it and it made her want to continue.
Her lips moved slightly up and aimed for the area under your chin. At first they were just soft kisses, but as she moved further, they became firmer.
Your hands rose to her face and you pulled her up a little and kissed her. Kara's grin was still palpable, but as the kiss continued, she tried to get even closer.
Just as you pulled away and Kara was about to lean in for another kiss, the mattress next to you sank and a loud bark filled the space.
Krypto moved excitedly on the bed, and in a moment he was near your face, licking it happily.
The transition was quick, but laughter left your lips as Krypto’s fur lightly tickled your cheek and his tongue licked the side of your face.
“Krypto, stop!” you half-shouted, but the laughter interrupted your voice, only encouraging the dog to continue to pile you in his love.
Kara groaned in frustration.
Krypto managed to interrupt you a second time. At this point, she seriously wondered if it was intentional or just great timing.
“Come on, buddy, not again.” she growled and tried to push him off of you, but it was clearly proving harder than it looked.
Hearing the frustration in Kara’s voice, you tried to pull yourself together and tried to push the affectionate dog away, which ultimately proved successful, as Krypto backed away, though only enough for you to sit up normally, and his tail was still wagging, indicating that he still had plenty of energy left.
“Krypto, get off the bed.” Kara spoke again, which she intended as a command, although it came across more as a whine and a plea.
Krypto looked at her for a moment, his tail stopping wagging, but continuing almost immediately, then a whimper left his throat and he lowered his head into your lap.
Your hand automatically went to his head and you slowly stroked it, which only made him lean more towards you.
Kara’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Rude, she thought to herself as she watched you so effortlessly shower him with love.
"He can stay for a while." you suggested, though it sounded more like a question, and your gaze met Kara's.
Kara knew you wouldn’t send Krypto away now, and she knew she wouldn’t say no to you, no matter how much she wanted to continue what you both were doing before being so rudely interrupted.
She let out a resigned sigh and lay down on the other side of the bed, trying to get as close to you as possible, which was difficult, after all, Krypto’s body formed a slight barrier between the two of you.
Kara’s eyes glanced at the dog again, as if telling him to move away, but he was adamant. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much in your lap and had no intention of moving.
Kara let out another sigh, then grabbed the remote control that was on the bedside table.
"Okay, let's watch a movie then." she said a little frustrated, but she couldn't really get too angry when it looked so beautiful, the way Krypto was almost in your lap and basking in your love.
By the time the movie was over, you and Krypto were both asleep. The only thing that had changed was that you were lying on your side and Krypto was snuggling up to your chest, breathing softly.
Kara could only watch the situation idly. Normally, you should be snuggling up to her side or chest right now.
She sighed many times by then, but finally she settled herself on the bed too. Her gaze scanned your sleeping face, which seemed so peaceful. She glanced at Krypto for a moment, who was so strange to see so calm. As if he was a completely different dog.
Despite this, she still closed her eyes and finally fell asleep.
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The next morning, when Kara woke up, she was a little surprised to see that Krypto was still snuggled up to you, but he was already awake. Despite that, it didn’t look like he was going to pull away from you anytime soon.
Kara narrowed her eyes.
“Krypto, let me there finally.” she whispered to him, and the dog only moved, but made no attempt to pull away.
Kara was competitive, and so was Krypto.
Although Kara really wanted to pull Krypto away now, she didn’t want to wake you up, and she suspected the dog didn’t want to either.
“Come on, buddy, please.” she begged him this time, which seemed slightly more effective than her earlier attempt to appear firm.
Krypto whined in response, but not loud enough to wake you up.
Kara thought. Krypto didn’t want to pull away, but she wanted to cuddle with you. If she wanted to make any progress, she had to compromise with the dog.
"Okay, if you let me there, you can have the leftover from the dinner for a week. Sound good?"
Krypto's ears pricked up, and Kara knew she had finally won. And although it took a few moments for him to actually pull away, he finally did.
Krypto didn't get off the bed, only moved to the end of the bed and instead curled up at your feet. His gaze fell on Kara this time, waiting for her to move closer to you.
Kara didn't hesitate.
In an instant, she was next to you, her arms wrapped around your waist and holding you tightly. The movement didn't wake you up, but you snuggled closer and pressed your face into the crook of her neck.
A smile appeared on Kara's face, then she pressed a small kiss to the top of your head.
Her gaze fell back to Krypto for a moment, who was still looking at the two of you from your feet.
It might have been tiring to convince him to move, but at least she knew that Krypto loved you just as much as Kara herself.
it’s early in the morning, the planet’s sunlight sneaking through the small cracks of the curtains that you not so subtly opened the night before to ensure you both woke up at a decent time. the small camper was still warm with last nights activity—its been kara’s birthday week celebration and almost every night ended with kara’s favorite drink—you.
you groaned softly as you attempted to stretch but the arm that was tightly wrapped around your naked waist wasn’t allowing such an action. “kara” you whispered, yet your words might as well have fell on deaf ears as the woman kept snoring.
“kara!” you said a bit louder.
“hmm” she hummed, her eyes still shut—partly covered with those sunglasses you struggled to get away from her the night before.
“i gotta pee, and let krypto inside” she sighed, turning on her side to give you the room to leave. you quickly took advantage of it before she changed her mind. you slipped on your underwear and a hoodie that was thrown on the ground before completing what you said you’d do.
kara was awake by this point, silently watching as you moved around the camper. you picked up clothes that had been haphazardly thrown, you made coffee, fed krypto and even started to make breakfast for you both.
it all seemed very domestic.
the scene made kara nervous, or at least it did in the beginning.
she was scared to settle down, to allow herself to have something good without the fear of losing it just like she did with her parents and her home. yet she found a new home—one that was in the form of you and her beloved dog.
“where did you get that hoodie?” kara asked as she noticed the symbol that mirrored the one on her suit.
“on earth, they are big fans of you and your cousin” you shrugged. she didn’t respond afterwards just continued watching and you tried your hardest to ignore her gaze but you felt her eyes burning your naked legs.
“i made breakfast” you tried to change the subject, trying to distract her from eye fucking you.
“mhm, i’m looking at breakfast” she smirked, looking you up and down. your breath hitched but you refused to give in—you needed a small break from her super stamina.
“after breakfast supergirl” you teased, purposely swaying your hips as you set the table for breakfast.
oh yeah, kara is definitely not scared of waking up to this every morning for as long as she breathed.
just watched supergirl today, knew i immediately needed to write about her. throughout that whole movie fic idea’s for some of the characters just kept coming to me 😭😭
Hi! Omg when I found your page I kinda fell in loveee! I love these type of things and I would like to request a matchup please! <3
I'm in my mid twenties and a trans male (he/him). I'm also pansexual and don't mind someone that is a bit older then me. For my preferences, I'd say I'd like someone who can match my energy as I can be a bit teasing and snarky. But, it comes from a place of love. I can be pretty dense and need someone to tell me up front on how they feel about me or if we even are in a relationship. I tend to build up walls for myself because I always had to stay strong. But, I'd like someone who can still see me as that and let me falter in their arms. In the end though, I'd love to just laugh and continuously poke fun with somebody. Having someone say stupid things to me without any bite behind their words always makes me feel the most loved.
I am going to pair you with …
𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐝
【Ｔ𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐓𝐡】
You don’t do fake.
Your humor is sharp, your teasing has bite, but it always comes from a place of affection. You connect through banter, through pushing a little, through seeing how someone reacts and building something real out of it.
Kid matches that instantly.
You would meet in a setting that’s loud, chaotic, full of energy, and instead of backing down, you push right back. You don’t get intimidated, you don’t soften yourself to make things easier.
That’s what catches his attention.
“You’ve got a mouth on you.”
Said with a grin.
And instead of taking offense, you throw something right back at him.
That’s it.
That’s the start.
Your dynamic is built on constant back-and-forth.
Teasing.
Snark.
Quick remarks that sound harsh but never actually hurt.
You both know where the line is.
And neither of you cross it.
Your need for directness is something he fits perfectly.
You don’t do guessing games.
You don’t pick up on subtle hints easily.
You need things said clearly.
And Kid?
He doesn’t sugarcoat anything.
“If I like you, I’ll say it.”
Simple.
No confusion.
No mixed signals.
That alone makes things easier for you.
Your walls are something he notices quickly.
The way you keep parts of yourself guarded. The way you’ve had to stay strong for so long that letting yourself not be strong feels unfamiliar.
He doesn’t try to tear those walls down.
But he does make it clear he sees them.
“You don’t have to act tough all the time.”
Said bluntly.
But not unkindly.
Your desire to have someone you can fall into, someone who still sees you as strong but lets you be soft too, is something he understands more than he lets on.
He won’t treat you like you’re fragile.
But he will be there when you falter.
Solid.
Unmoving.
Reliable.
Your humor is what keeps everything alive.
You poking fun at him. Him firing back. The kind of jokes that would sound mean to anyone else, but between you two?
It’s affection.
It’s how you show you care.
“You’re annoying.”
Said while standing closer than necessary.
Your relationship is loud, sharp, and full of life.
You bring wit, emotion, and that need for real connection.
He brings honesty, intensity, and someone who won’t ever leave you guessing.
⟡₊ ⊹ what it's like to have L Lawliet as a boyfriend ⟡₊ ⊹
✦ L may be a sweet tooth, but he's incredibly useless when it comes to anything involving the kitchen. Has he tried several times to concoct his favorite desserts as a snack (and also to surprise you when you got home from shopping with friends)? Yes, multiple times. But each time, you always came home to a pure disaster, with pots and pans all over the place, burnt cookies or a crumbled cake on the counter, and a mildly distressed L in the midst of the chaos, oven mitt in hand as he plugged in an electric fan to blow away the remaining smoke.
✦ He used to be awkward when it came to anything involving physical touch, but after he met you, that completely changed. Now, if you happen to be anywhere remotely close to him, he'll be finding ways to initiate physical contact. He'll play with your hair, lean against you, trace the paths of your fingertips, and wrap his arms around you. Still, though, he tends to be shy about kissing. Don't misunderstand him, he desperately wants nothing more than to plant thousands of kisses all over your face, but the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable, or give you the impression that he's anything but the calm and collected detective.
✦ Of course, L knows everything about you. He doesn't need to take notes, he merely observes. What you don't tell him, he deduces. He knows what foods you like and don't like, and he can perfectly read your emotions in order to dole out the appropriate response. Lonely? He'll always be there for you. If you're upset and need some space alone? He respects your wish without once asking the problem (because chances are, he's already deduced that, too.)
✦ Despite being one of the greatest detectives, L can be surprisingly childish. He gets excited over what you would consider the most meaningless things (mostly over cake and any form of baked goods.)
✦ He pretends to hate whenever you squish his cheeks and call him adorable (because let's face it, he is adorable), but he secretly enjoys the attention.
✦ He has a lot of energy for someone who constantly appears sleep deprived. He says its because of all the sugar, and his brain uses the desserts as fuel to work on the cases day and night. But secretly, he believes that his high energy levels are entirely thanks to you. Whenever you're around him, he feels strangely lightheaded, and his veins thrum with excitement that could never come from any form of sugar.
✦ Thanks to his unshakeable sugar addiction, most of his pet names for you involve his favorite desserts. Forget sugar or sweetheart, he's over here calling you strawberry shortcake and tea cakes. At first, it was something of a joke, but the more you implored him to stop, the more persistent he became. (However, he never went so far as to use the crazy pet names in public, as he was afraid of revealing that the world's greatest detective had a soft spot for his perfect girlfriend.)
a/n: these aren't the best, i just wanted to get this out of the drafts lol
Whumpee being found half-buried in the snow. (By Caretaker or Whumper?)
Content Warning
Yandere Behaviors, Gaslighting, Kidnapping
Lil Notes
Not canon compliant.
Reader is ambiguously gendered and an adult.
You held the lantern above your head, squinting as you stared out into the snowy abyss. It was no use, the falling snow was too thick, you could barely see past your own nose. The firewood sat heavily on your back, you readjusted yourself. You pulled your scarf up higher, pulling your hood as low as it'd go. The snow crunching under your boots was the only indication you had that you were moving forwards, your feet had long since gone numb from the cold. You could only keep going forwards, until you had reach some sort of destination.
x~x
Grisha stood outside the cabin, giving the door another firm knock. He called his patient's name, but received no answer. He hummed, his limbs beginning to ache from the cold.
Were they not home?
He looked around. Grisha hoped they wouldn't be out and about in this weather. He stepped away from the cabin. The snow lightened a bit as he looked around, he spotted a shape half buried by the snow. Dread pooled in his stomach as he got closer to it.
It was them, they had collapsed and were now half buried by the snow. Frantic, he dug them out. They were freezing and unconscious.
Hmm. It seems he'd need to advance his plans. He was going to wait on it for a bit longer, but with this opportunity laid out in front of him.
Why waste it?
x~x
Groaning, you slowly came to your senses. You were swaddled in blankets and laid in front of the fireplace. With some effort, you managed to sit up. You looked around, you weren't in your cabin. You… didn't recognize this place at all. Dr. Jaeger sat down next to you, he pressed a warm cup into your hands.
"I found you half buried in the snow." He said. "You'd been out for most of the day, how are you feeling?"
"I'm warming up, thank you." You sipped the drink, it was tea.
He nodded at you, smiling. "Good. Carla's making dinner, do you think you'll be able to eat anything?"
"Maybe a little." It was very generous of him to offer you some food, but you weren't entirely sure how much you could eat at the moment.
"Very well. I'll be sure to set aside a plate for you." He got up, and walked over to his wife.
Snuggled up in the blankets, you relaxed until he called out that dinner was ready.
Feeling a bit reluctant, you shed the blankets. The air was slightly cool, but it wasn't the bitter cold that buried you earlier. When you sat at the table, you noticed the golden oranges of sunset. It was going to get dark very soon. You hoped that Dr. Jaeger wasn't planning on keeping you for too long.
You quickly ate your small portion of stew, gulping down the water you were offered.
"Well, if I knew you'd be that hungry, I would've made more." Mrs. Jaeger joked.
You chuckled awkwardly. "Well, I appreciate the dinner, but I really need to get going."
"Where are you going at this hour?" Dr. Jaeger asked, raising a brow. "It's going to get dark soon."
"Uhh, home. I need to go home."
The four of them looked at you like you grew an extra head.
"What do you mean, 'go home?'" A dark haired woman with a faded red scarf asked.
"I think the cold scrambled their brains a bit." A young man with long, dark brown hair leaned over and whispered to her.
Dr. Jaeger calling your name caught your attention. "You are home." He said simply. The look in his eyes gave you chills.
"Oh, right." You laughed it off. "I think he's right." You gestured to the brunette. "The cold must've scrambled my head a bit. Silly me!"
"What's his name?" Dr. Jaeger asked, his glasses taking on an ominous glare.
"Pardon?"
"The young man you gestured to, what's his name?"
"Well… I'm not very good at names, ya know…"
"I think you would be able to remember the name of your own brother."
You got up. "I'm going to go lie down for a bit."
Dr. Jaeger hummed. "Alright, but I'm going to check on you in a bit. You still need to explain what you were doing out in the snow."
fun fact when the last season of aot first came out i saw a screencap of eren with his bob and i was so geeked that they added a cute new female character and i was like "O-O maybe shes a new love interest for historia!1!!1" and then it was just bumass yeager 💔💔💔
Hi, Ann! Hope you're having a good day. I wanted to ask—why do you think some people refuse to acknowledge that the sins of other characters in Attack on Titan are no better or worse than Annie's? Why does she seem to get more hate compared to characters like Bertholdt, Reiner, or even Eren? Annie is one of the most hated characters, along with Gabi. Do you think this could be because she's a woman? Her personality is similar to Levi's in different circumstances, yet she gets criticized heavily. People even accuse her of manipulating or bullying Mikasa. What are your thoughts?
Hello!
Oh, thank you a lot for asking! (and sorry it took me a few days to answer it)
There are a lot of wonderful metas on this topic, but I would be glad to contribute a bit with my thoughts on it as well, and thank you for the ask!
Here, a small disclaimer at the beginning: I'll talk only about my personal thoughts, focusing primarily on my reflections on why this intense hate comes from that are not related to the basic "I just don't like her" - it's all valid, and it's absolutely fine not to like a particular character just because, and it's nothing to do with plain hate.
I think that one of the main issues of Annie's hatred is not even about Annie as a character, but, unfortunately, by the way her character arc is built. We see her at the very beginning, and she is still the second-line character, even if she's EXTREMELY important to the plot. So, back then, we had her screen time, and let's be honest, not as much as I personally would love to have, primarily because she's an incredibly beautiful, interesting character with her unique points of view on the world and, as turns out later, one of the most prominent roles in the story as a whole. Still, till her reveal as Female Titan, we have some scenes with her, we have some impacts on other characters (also significant, like for Eren and Armin, for example), and then, the Female Titan arc happens and... she disappears for a VERY long period of time from the show, appearing much, much later, firstly, in flashback like a glimpse, and only then, with her whole come back during the literal apocalypse. So when the time comes to give us her backstory - I won't lie, it feels rushed, and I think, Isayma has a very great sense of self-irony when he articulates it through Hitch's mouth: "Wait, what is it a sudden sharing of your story?", all while on the background the Colossals take a march. I honestly think that Isayma also understood that it's definitely not telling enough to sympathize with Annie's character when it's presented like this (for me, personally, it was enough and I just simply would love to have more, since Annie's past in Liberio is one of the most interesting topics for me), but on the other hand, he couldn't reveal her story earlier because it would hint at her comeback FAR too obviously.
So, one of the main points is this large gap in her presence and a bit rushed exploration of her character due to the lack of time because of the situation around the characters. For example, we have a very detailed dive into Reiner's character, and still, I also feel like there's much more to explore with his character and his psycho, and what we can even say about Annie, who doesn't have such detailed exploration but has the same difficult and complex past which is undeniably important to understand not only her as a character but also more about the universe of AoT?
The next thing that plays the role here is linked to the previous one - due to the massive gap in Annie's presence in the story, many people forget many things about her. Primarily, her emotions. I think it's one of the most overlooked things regarding her character and in AoT in general. The way we see her tears IN HER TITAN FORM when she fails to capture Eren? Her tears when she was crystallizing herself? Her eyes, full of fear, when she woke up before the whole Stohess thing? Her genuine surprise, which she tried immediately to dismiss when Armin called her a good person? Her smile when Eren complimented her on her skills, which was also deleted from the anime but remains in the manga?
Here, I need to highlight an essential thing: Annie's Titan is the only Titan that is capable of showing emotions.
If we look closely, everyone else has their emotions relatively very firm, like, for example, Bert's and Armin's Colossals, caged and restricted by bones; Reiner, it looks to me, is not only the shield for others, but he's a shield from himself, completely forced to be armored in everything he feels; Lara's Titan also seems like covered in pristine white chains, and it's also interesting since she was, let's say, the shifter with a twist; Pieck's Titan also has a very permanent expression, which is compensated by her incredible endurance, just like Porco's or Ymir's Jaws lack of emotions are compensated by their mobility; Eren's Titan has always this emotion of rage as if it's the only feeling he could have going into attack. Zeke's monkey is the only other Titan with emotions, which is also intriguing.
So, back to Annie, her Titan is emotional: her tears from the failed attempt to catch Eren; like she was genuinely shocked to see people under the rubble when she fought Eren, and he threw her towards the church, leading to its crashing; like she smiled when she saw Armin under the hood; how she returned to the last battle, and how she screams in her Titan form - I genuinely here a lot of "human" in this tune, something, she doesn't allow herself in her human form. And yet, people focus a lot on the infamous "yo-yo" thing, on her battle with Levi's squad and other people, where, ironically, she attacks only when she has a direct threat to her identity or capture. If we look closely, Annie avoids fighting humans as much as possible till she's attacked directly - she runs, she screams, she tries to show off people not to touch her, and when it comes to the "fight or to lose" (which is also a remarkable parallel to Eren's character), she attacks, not to mention the obvious question - how else you act at war? Yes, back then, it wasn't something we could call like that specifically, yet she had a military mission, which, by the way, she was failing for several reasons, primarily because she's not so cold-blooded as her character is often reduced to. So, how else was she supposed to act? We don't see a lot of the same questions, for example, for Armin, who came to her hometown and blew up the port with many more casualties among civilians.
In AoT, everyone has sins. Everyone, with no exception, but Annie sometimes seems to carry the hate as if she's the typical antagonist that is supposed to be hated just because the genre demands (she's not even an antagonist either).
To sum up, Annie's character is simply very misunderstood. She's one of the most interesting characters in AoT, and I say it not because she's my fav, but primarily - she's my fav because she's much more complex than some people see her, starting from her mindset and views of the world to her development, which shows how unlovable, unwanted flower that was denied to bloom, grows through the cement and concrete, firstly, with the spikes not to let anyone close because she knows how it's to be hurt, and then, that uses these spikes, this strength to protect others and eventually leaving them be on the cold floor, and she - growing more and more into buyoant garden.
Her hands aren't without blood, and so are the others who have the same invisible tint on their skin, and yet, the same hands that only knew destruction and cold touch could also be soft and build something new, something much more powerful than her Titans kicks.
When Hitch asks her if she would do all the same, Annie says - yes, but I see it as only the mirror of Levi's "living with no regrets." Objectively speaking, Annie understands that it's impossible to turn the time back, and living among these endless what-ifs doesn't give any change - it's gone and cemented in history as it is. All these potential questions of "what would you do" are more of a mental trick to whitewash the ego. Annie doesn't do it - she understands that nothing of it was something to be proud of, and she never was, and at the same time, she doesn't know anything else. To do something differently from what point exactly? From her crystallization? Not to reveal herself earlier? Not to give Armin a chance to live twice? Not to go into the mission? Force Reiner to return? Not to listen to her father? Not to be born?
Where exactly could this point change something?
Annie doesn't lie to herself, and she doesn't look back with abstract thoughts of "How would it be," but when the time comes to actually take another action, she does it; she returns to the final battle before it becomes another "what if."
And it says more than anything else.
Annie is an honest character, primarily with herself, and she doesn't want to pretend to be better than she is. This makes her character much more human than some people try to make her look.
So, that's it!
It was quite a long read, and thank you everyone who reached this point, I appreciate your time on this!
Thank you a lot for asking, and have a good *timezone*!
Hi i really enjoy your writing and i was wondering if you could write some relationship headcanons for Armin? Fem or gn reader please, thanks! Have a good day❤️
- 🌙 anon
Hey!! Thank you so so much 💗
As for your request, let's get started :)
Armin Arlert relationship headcanons — how is he in a relationship? (GN/Fem reader)
★ During his first relationship, would be quite hesitant when it comes to this type of commitment. Being a soldier and having lived in survival mode for so long, it's natural that he knows less than nothing about love and dating. But if he likes you? That doesn't matter. Not that much at least; he would push his insecurities away.
★ Armin surely suffers quite a bit as he sees other boys and young men being so confident with women. He feels clumsy, he doesn't think he has the qualities a woman/person in general would want in a boyfriend. I can see him asking for advice from Jean, Connie, but also Reiner (YES. HIM. Especially during their ambassador days after the war. Gathering all the advice he could get).
★ As a boyfriend, he takes his time to understand his partner's habits—what you like, what you don't like, your routine etc—so he can use this information to give you little gifts, for example. If he knows you get up at 8, he shows up at your door with the food you like, or cooks you breakfast before you wake up.
★ He has always been a nurturing and understanding person; if you feel sad, upset or nervous, he reminds you he's here to listen to you. Armin would give you some space, but even if you don't say anything to him, he's also very smart and perceptive. He knows. He sees you're struggling.
★ When you two go out? OH. He wants to pay. I can see him being very into that, because he wants to spoil you. Even when he goes out by himself and he finds a little trinket that reminds him of you? HE'S GETTING IT ASAP. And he would be like "I found this at the market yesterday and I immediately thought of you" while blushing :(
★ If you two get into a fight, Armin would not avoid it. If he is wrong, he would admit that he is, though he would surely feel bad that his mistake led to a fight. I can see him also being quite anxious that it would affect your relationship and asking you if you're still willing to be with him. If you're wrong, though, he would try to let you understand his feelings but he also would 100% try to understand yours. Even though it's hard, Armin knows that he needs to.
★ For what concerns displays of affection... at first, he avoids holding your hand bc he's so nervous to mess it up that his hands are sweating 😭 but once he's more comfortable in the relationship? His hand always searches and grips yours. He also keeps it on the small of your back, he enjoys hugging you, but he's not doing too much in public. In private? He's the total opposite when he craves affection.
★ Your first kiss with Armin is a bit clumsy, mostly bc he needs to understand how to do it. After all the advice he got from his friends, he decided to just go with the flow. Though he likes some making out sessions, I would headcanon him as a big enjoyer of pecks and kisses with no tongue.
★ Armin would also LOVE to have deep conversations with you while having dinner, or after dinner, or even over coffee. About the last book he read, and if we base it on the actual AOT lore, if he gets back from a trip with the other ambassadors he would tell you about what he saw overseas 😭 he's the type of boyfriend that buys you souvenirs too! And he's always up to hear you rumbling about your own interests and hobbies; not only because he may find himself enjoying one of those, but because he values that quality time with you.
★ Armin would keep it pretty basic with pet names... "love" and "sweetheart" are his favorite.
★ When you get your period (and this works for GN and a female partner of course), Armin makes sure you have everything you need. Pads, a hot water bottle, warm tea, snacks... he takes his time to learn about periods so he can help you. He would go as far as reading a book about it, ONLY FOR YOU. He would still ask questions about your cramps and other symptoms, and if you stain yourself or the bedsheets? He's like "Look away. Nothing happened" :,(
★ I can see Armin developing the idea of having a family at one point. He would talk about having kids when the relationship is a serious commitment and after years; I feel like he would definitely be a girl dad. Though he would pass out when you tell him you're pregnant 😭
★ During your anniversary, he would prepare a humble yet cozy dinner for you both. All the food cooked by him (is he a good chef? Average. He learned how to cook certain dishes from Niccolò. 1000% got teased by the others for being this lovey-dovey). And most important thing? He's writing you a letter every single anniversary.
I tried to touch different aspects of a relationship while trying to keep the headcanons as gender neutral as possible 🩷
