#LOL I FINISHED LIKE EXACTLY ON MIDNIGHT OFC.

[bibibbon]

Hi, so about my besties au...thanks to many excellents metas, I will try to change some chapters bc I think the pussycats are problematics or something closer. Pixieboob was weird with Izu, while you could chuckle as "lol she is an old woman who thinks she is still young" is creepy how we do have a second time a female hero is being creepy with a teen

(in besties au she will not be a girl's girls and see Izumi as competition)

But here my question: what the pussycats were meant to teach the students?

I know Mr. Sexyman ruined the program but...what was the program? Bc send kids to the camp was a bad call even if Mr. SEXYMAN didn't want to recruit BK. (Shiga attacked UA and it was thanks to a miracle, Izu and AM that nothing worse happened...I could give credit to Aizawa but he should have died or face worse)

And then we can add further....what the pussycats do as heroes? Someone said unsure if is canon or not ...how they are rescue heroes (the split of heroes makes no sense to me bc heroes would all try to save and rescue others) and what is the difference?

What the pussycats can teach that requires everyone to go to a camp? UA is a big place that has fake cities.

Someone (thr0) gave the idea how the pussycats were being accommodated towards Kota as he is not happy about heroes...if it's true, it's commendable they aren't forcing him to go but ...well, why insist in calling them?

Yes in Japan, idols are a big thing.

MHA is set in japan

But aside that...what are the pussycats?

Also, to finish: remember that line when one of the pussycats said "we have an even number of students, someone will be alone" and Izu, ofc, is alone. (Not blaming them for this that's on A1 being shitty) But ...it strikes as odd as defeats the purpose of teaching and let the kids bond (if that was the idea)

Say in A1 has 41 students (I don't even know how many kids there and I don't care) and the pussycats were expecting just 40. Well, make 2 groups where group A has 20, group B has 21. Everyone is included.

Again, what the fuck they were supposed to learn?

Hi @mikeellee 👋

It's definitely a great idea to play around with your characterisation of the pussycats especially because there is so little to them and they could be used to further improve the world building of mha.

The pussycats being problematic could be a great plot point having them be another example of the deep flaws of hero society. The pussycats are a hero group but they are also entertainers. They are entertainers first and heroes second and in my opinion that's evident in the way they present themselves with costumes that seem to be for show and nor suitable for fighting.

However, that doesn't mean that the pussycats can't fight or don't have valuable quirks like Tomoko's quirk search which was so conventional and valuable that all for one had to get his hands on it. The pussycats must of also been powerful to have held a title and job as heroes for a good number of years but maybe this is might be based on their public relations then their actual hero work.

That's to say the pussycats are problematic whether that be one of the members acting weird towards the boys in 1A but reducing it all to a mere gag.

While I do understand that this just like midnight's behaviour is all apart of their hero image and and act its worse that heroes who are in the 18+ category or well near that category would still do and say things like this to minors.

You also have mandalay and her questionable guardianship of kota. It's nothing like the others but I don't think that mandalay gave kota the support he needed and if that it due to her job ad a hero that further emphasises the point of the tough conditions there is to being a hero and the toxic standards.

Ultimately, making the pussycats have problematic elements that are highlighted within their character is a great idea.

Moving on to your second enquiry the ua training camp arc was supposed to do exactly that train the hero students by having them figure out their own weaknesses and letting them figure out what they want to focus on. While there are skills where everyone can develop like agility and strength which have been tested and were tested the moment they arrived.

The other days were spent on quirk strength and each individual stretching themselves to develop a better stamina.

Now you might say but why were the wild wild pussycats the ones to help them with this? And all I have to say is that I think that they are the ones in charge of the forest and they were probably the most available heroes at the moment to take care of the students.

I still think that It would of been better if each individual student got to try and get work experience in a hero agency through the summer and those that couldn't would be able to attend the summer camp. However, that wouldn't work or help the plot so it's understandable that this route wasn't taken.

1A has 20 students and 1B has around the same number. The mha summer camp could of been great to show the classes bonding and having 1b maybe understand what 1A went through and that they aren't stuck up at all. I think even if izuku was left alone it would of been nice to pair him up with someone from 1B like yangi who thinks he is creepy and cool and we could have them interact or just have izuku bond with 1B. That's not meaning that he isn't bonding with 1A but we need more 1B content in my opinion.

[jikook-love]

a stranger’s presence

christmas fic | jungkook x jimin | words: 5k

officeworker!jimin x policeman!jungkook AU

It's Christmas Day yet both Jimin and Jungkook are still stuck working late, dreadful evening shifts. It's the late evening by the time they're relieved of duty and they both trudge home, still in their uniforms, feeling a bit lonely and depressed that while everyone else was out celebrating, they were both feeling sorry themselves at work. 

Yet, with a stroke of fate, they somehow manage to bump into each other. Though reluctant to become acquainted at first due to their grouchy moods, they slowly warm up to each other, and with only a few hours left of Christmas Day until midnight, they find themselves pleasantly surprised by the unexpected gift of each other's presence.

6:17 P.M. - Kim Company Main Campus

“WOO! It’s time to get ready to partay~”

The loud, obnoxious croon drifted through Manager Park Jimin’s ears, who could only quietly groan, resisting the urge to slam his head onto his keyboard. He loosened his black tie a little, feeling suffocated after spending all day in his white dress shirt and slacks.

Unfortunately for him, the owner of the voice wasted no time in sashaying his way over to Jimin’s cubicle, a bright grin complimenting his hyper expression.

“You guys are leaving already?” Jimin asked courteously, trying to keep the weakness out of his voice as he eyed his friend and co-worker Jung Hoseok who was already sporting his thick winter coat.

“Yeah, it’s at 7 and boss said we could leave a bit early to beat the traffic,” Hoseok grinned. “You should start getting ready too.”

“I’m…not going.”

The smile was immediately evaporated. “What?! Why?! It’s a company party! It wouldn’t be right without you man.”

“I know, I know,” Jimin sighed, burying his fingers into his hair in frustration. “I hadn’t planned on staying. The servers just went down and I have to try to get them working again before tomorrow.”

“What the hell, man?” Hoseok frowned. “On Christmas night?!”

“Well, you know me,” Jimin smiled miserably. “I have the best luck. As always.”

Hoseok patted Jimin reassuringly on the back. “Maybe try to at least finish before the party ends?”

Jimin breathed out another heavy sigh. “I’ll try.”

But deep inside he knew that even if he worked non-stop at this rate, he still wouldn’t be able to escape before midnight. He’d been working hard aell day only to be told that he would also be staying all night.

So much for an eventful Christmas…

7:04 P.M. – Seoul Police HQ

“You guys are putting me on TRAFFIC PATROL DUTY?!” First Division Police Officer Jeon Jungkook screeched. “On CHRISTMAS NIGHT?!” His large eyes were livid, looking as if he was about to pull all his hair out.

“Listen, you’re the only officer available for that job tonight,” Chief Min exhaled, closing a file and shoving it away at last. “Do us a favour, and just quietly do it.”

“Chief. With all due respect, I have a life too,” Jungkook stated.

“No, you don’t,” Division II Officer Kim Taehyung said casually, walking pass the flaming debate without even looking up.

“Exactly,” the chief agreed, to Jungkook’s horror. “Look. You clearly have no plans anyway. Why else would you sign up for overtime duty on the week of Christmas?”

“It was a mistake!” Jungkook groaned. “I didn’t realize it was this week.”

“Which obviously means you lack important plans,” Chief Min retorted mercilessly. “So be a man, suck it up, and go punish forgetful people who don’t know how to read signs properly.”

“Can’t I at least join the investigations crew or something?” Jungkook was still refuting. “I don’t want to take from people on a night we should be giving.”

“You are giving though. You’re giving them parking tickets,” Min Yoongi smiled, as if he were merely speaking about gifting a child with new toys. “You’ll be fine. Maybe if you’re really good, you can meet your quota before the night ends. Now if you don’t mind me, I need to go get mildly wasted with my friends. Merry Christmas sucker!”

And before Jungkook could muster up another retort, the chief was already gone, cheerfully out the door to indulge in subtly alcoholic behaviours.

Jungkook huffed angrily, blowing his hair out his eyes. What an asshole. 

Realizing he had no choice, he grabbed his hat (which he probably wasn’t going to wear anyway), straightened up his uniform, and made his way out to the patrol car.

10:03 P.M. – Kim Company Main Campus

After what seemed like centuries of debugging, Park Jimin finally managed to wrangle out a decent solution, which was on its way to completion. He glanced at the red LED clock perched high on the walls of the office space, showing him an ungodly hour of no hope. At this point, he was the only one left in the entire building. Even if he were to leave in five minutes, the party would have been long unravelled by now, and joining a group of overly drunk people over three hours late didn’t really seem like an enjoyable way to end his Christmas night.

Jimin hit the return on his keyboard, letting the script run before finally allowing himself to truly breathe for the first time that night. He buried his head in his arms and gazing mournfully out to the scenery of their city centre. Their office always had a decent view out into the cityscape, but tonight, it looked so mournful and depressing. The pitch black night, highlighted only by the weak city lights reflecting on the blanched white snow seemed so lonely and empty. 

Nothing like what Christmas should feel like.

A quick glance back to the screen indicated that the operation had completed, and the servers were back up and running like they were supposed to. He quickly gathered his stuff and tucked away his badge, more than eager to get out of here as fast as possible. If he was lucky, maybe he could afford to get back home in time, make himself some hot chocolate, light some candles and cuddle up to a decent Christmas movie in bed before the holiday night truly ended.

He wrapped himself in his comfy long coat and slipped on his gloves and scarf before hurrying down the office stairs in his polished work shoes (which he’d gone through a lot of trouble to maintain in the sludgy weather). The warm thoughts were already comforting him, along with the revelation that he was finally free for the evening.

10:14 P.M. – City Intersection (Gangnam, Seoul) 

Jeon Jungkook slammed his head on the steering wheel of his patrol car, wanting to end this long miserable night already. The weather was prickling cold, yet he’d already made at least seven rounds within the area, mercilessly signing tickets like a storm. It felt horrible, but all that was on his mind was to reach his quota as soon as possible so he could get out his horrible predicament.

God, I feel like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, Jungkook thought to himself. But it couldn’t be helped. He still wanted his own Christmas night, and he would do whatever it took to get it.

The alarm on his watch beeped and he held back a groan, realizing that it was time to get out and make yet another round. The streets were practically empty as everyone was either home with their families or out partying with their friends, and all that was left was deserted piles of snow. At this point, it wasn’t even the cold that was hard to endure—it was the overall mundaneness of the task. He was bored out of his mind.

He got out of his car, not even bothering to zip up his jacket. He exhaled, gave himself a few seconds to watch his breath forming in the air, and continued to skulk his way down the empty snow-covered path.

Well, all I can hope for now is a freaking Christmas miracle…

10:27 P.M. – City Intersection (Gangnam, Seoul)

 Of course he wouldn’t be getting a proper Christmas Night.

Because he was Park Jimin, the man with the absolute worst luck in the world.

He didn’t know if he felt like crying or laughing at his pathetic situation. The streets were absolutely barren, and every rare taxi that was available was taken by partygoers. The snow was starting to fall again, further emphasizing the chilly weather that was slowly starting to feel overwhelming.

And yet there he was, stuck trudging through the dirty brown sludgy snow in his work shoes, having to walk to his car that he’d foolishly parked much too far away this morning. He could feel his cheeks burning red from the cold despite his attempts to bury them in his scarf, and he was doing all he could to ignore the wetness from his socks that were surely soaked through by now.

To make things worse, he was alone. Alone, pathetic and weak on a night that was meant to be for celebrating with friends and family. At the very least, this walk would surely be less painful if he had someone to share it with, to laugh about it together.

He rounded the corner into a darker path to get to where his car was parked.

And that’s what he realized he truly had the worst luck in the world.  

Because standing right in front of his car was a police officer, signing off on something that was most certainly a parking ticket.

Swallowing the last of his pride, Park Jimin fully internalized his crappy mood and ran towards his car, crying in a pleading voice.

“Officer, please!” Jimin called. “I’ll move it right away! Please don’t give me a ticket!”

The officer looked up as Jimin stopped in front of him, breathing heavily. Jimin was shocked to notice that he was still quite young, probably around his age, and also seemed to have a lot of bravado judging by the way he was wandering around during snowfall without zipping up his jacket. In fact, he was thinly dressed in general, as he was wearing no winter garments other than his jacket and what appeared to be standard issue police black gloves. 

Jimin watched the officer expectantly. The policeman scanned him up and down with his eyes, as if analyzing his flustered profile would even mean anything at this point.

“I—I’m sorry, mister,” said the officer. “Rules are rules and this is an illegal parking spot. I have no choice.”

Jimin could feel himself being pushed into a corner. Just my luck. He wasn’t in the mood for chipping out a substantial chunk of money wastefully on what was supposed to be his happy night. He had no choice, despite entirely not in the mood for it:

He had to turn up the charm.

Park Jimin exhaled in a whiny noise, in his attempt to sound pitiful. He loosened his scarf, revealing more of his bare neck as he stepped closer to the officer and gave his best puppy eyes (which he knew to be quite effective in the past).

“Come on, officer,” Jimin whined. “It’s Christmas night. You can spare me just this once, can’t you?”

He caught onto the officer’s faltering at once. “I—I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

Jimin was pushing at the policeman’s buttons, he knew it. And at this point, tired and pliant Park Jimin had completely managed to throw his pride away for the sake of not paying for a parking ticket. Plus, the guy ain’t too bad looking… Jimin added as his afterthought. And it was true. As mentioned, the officer was probably around Jimin’s age. He had a fit body and a sharp yet incredibly adorable face, with the largest eyes that resembled the brightest of Christmas lights themselves.

“What’s your name, officer?” Jimin crooned. “You know, so I can address you properly.”

“J-Jungkook,” he responded much too easily.

“Well then, please~ Officer Jungkook? I’ll try to make up for it some other way…” Jimin said as he stepped closer yet again, forcing the policeman to back up against the side of his car with nowhere to go.

The officer cleared his throat. “Just so you know, our police department would never fall for such things,” he said sternly. Jimin’s heart sank in his chest, realizing that his ploy had failed.

“…but I kind of despise them at the moment so, whatever,” the officer finished.

Jimin looked back up in shock, as the officer tore up the ticket he’d been signing and shoved away the remnants into his jacket pocket, defiance glimmering his eyes.

“W-what do you mean?” Jimin asked. “Wait a minute, are you not a real officer?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes in confusion. “I’m in uniform, what else could I possibly be?”

“Well—” Jimin stopped running his eyes over the lines of the officer’s body, deciding to leave that train of thought behind. “Never mind.”

Jungkook scowled, leaning back against Jimin’s car. “Who do they think they are? Forcing me to work on Christmas Day while they all leave early?”

“Leave early?! My people didn’t even show up to work!” Jimin added on, immediately piqued by the conversation topic. “There were three people on our floor in the morning, and then I was left alone, doing their grind work while they’re out partying.”

“Assholes, all of them,” Jungkook grumbled. “Only think about themselves.”

“I know right?!” Jimin scowled defiantly. “Selfish bosses.”

“Don’t even get me started on that,” said Jungkook, eyes wide open as if he was picturing a certain someone in his mind. 

“You know what? Fuck it.” Jimin declared suddenly. “Who cares if there’s only one hour left of Christmas. You know what we should do? We should show them. We’re going to have so much festive fun that they’re gonna wish they never left us behind.”

“Oh man, let’s make them super jealous,” Jungkook replied immediately.

“Come, Jungkook, my new acquaintance,” said Jimin, opening his car doors. “Let’s make this the best Christmas Night ever.”

“So, uh, where are we going?” Jungkook asked dumbly.

“Just sit patiently, officer,” Jimin replied from the driver’s seat, his narrow eyes glinting with focus and determination.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna take me to your ‘big brothers’ just for a parking ticket,” said Jungkook, suddenly lowkey afraid for his life.

Jimin snorted. “What makes you think I would rely on big brothers? I am a big brother.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Jungkook shot back.

“Listen, officer. You got into my car and let me drive,” said Jimin. “So sit still.”

Jungkook squirmed in his seat, not entirely sure what he had gotten himself into. In the fuelled mixture of excitement, desire for revenge and Jimin’s charm, he had forgotten who and where he was. In the heat of the moment, he had gotten into a stranger’s car without inhibition, and only now was he starting to realize that it may not have been the best idea. Not to mention his incomplete quota that he was certainly to get a preaching for later.

Jimin’s voice suddenly penetrated through the silence.

“Do you wanna listen to some Christmas music?” he asked.

Jungkook was stunned. “You have Christmas music readily available? Just like that?”

Jimin grinned, pressing the power button on his radio. “Of course.” The festive, familiar typical Christmas sounding chords resonated throughout the car, and suddenly the mood changed again. Jungkook felt comfortable again, as if the Christmas tunes told him that him that everything would end up alright.

“I’m a bit of a Christmas freak, if you can’t tell,” Jimin smiled.

“Then why were you still at work until now? Shouldn’t have taken the day off to do your Christmas things?” asked Jungkook.

“I had no choice,” Jimin answered, with a slightly salty tone in his voice. “The servers were down at the office and I was the only one who could stay and fix it.”

“Ah, so you’re a corporate slave,” Jungkook murmured understandingly. “That being said, you also seem like the type to get easily pushed around.”

“What?! I am not!” Jimin cried as he used his right hand to punch Jungkook in the shoulder.

“Did you just use violence on an officer?” Jungkook retorted.

“What officer? You’re off duty, aren’t you?” Jimin asked.

“I… I guess so.”

“Good. Then stop complaining and start singing some Christmas music.”

Without another work, Park Jimin cranked the volume up and slammed on the gas, pretending not to hear Jungkook whining about the speed limit.

 10:45 P.M. – Christmas Village

 Jimin wasn’t lying when he said he was all about Christmas.

Before he could even fully register where he was, he found himself dragged by the hand, running through the snow-covered path of a quaint looking Christmas village. It was a beautiful place, and everywhere he looked there were the prettiest, most artistic holiday decorations. Lights of every colour, red, white and gold decorated the snow-covered roofs and windows of every wooden cottage. Deep green pine trees lined the wider streets, tying it all together.

It was nearly midnight at this point, and the only other people still around were couples. They were trying on home-made knitted mittens, sharing cups of piping hot apple cider, feeding each other gingerbread cookies, and taking selfies underneath the giant Christmas tree centrepiece of the entire village.

After a short period of running, Jungkook and Jimin found themselves at the outdoor skating rink.  Jimin asked for Jungkook’s shoe size and rented skates without wasting a breath, saying they had no time to waste. Before he knew it, Jungkook was wobbling as he was dragged onto the ice by an elated Park Jimin, who was clearly living out his Christmas fantasies to the fullest.

And somehow, Jimin looked so happy that Jungkook couldn’t help but smile along with him. 

“You know,” said Jungkook. “I really didn’t expect this from an office zombie like you. I thought you guys were more the type to enjoy getting wasted at some sketchy club at 2 a.m. in the morning.”

“Hmph. Says the stick-in-the-mud police officer giving out parking tickets on Christmas Day,” Jimin retored.

“For the record, I was against that too,” Jungkook defended himself.

“Well? Are you having fun then?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook smirked. “Not until you race me to the other side of the rink.”

He didn’t give Jimin time to catch on, before already accelerating to his full speed. He grinned when he heard Jimin’s high pitched screaming before bolting right after him. He ploughed between several terrified couples and startled a number of others, all with the intention of showing Jimin up.

When he’d reached the other side, he reached out with and outstretched hand and touched the wall before slamming his back against it.

“I win—OOF!”

He felt himself slipping backwards, landing butt-first onto the ice as Jimin collided onto with full force.

Then, like a scene from the most clichéd winter romantic movie, he found that Jimin was lying on top of his chest. They accidentally made eye contact, holding it for several seconds, with Jungkook’s heart thumping extra loud. Jungkook finally took in the image of this stranger he’d just met, a stranger with the cutest, bright red cheeks from the cold, tousled hair from the wind and the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen…

Jimin shuffled on his body, trying to get up, but to no avail.

“Umm…we should…” Jimin was mumbling.

“Uh. Yeah, I—I’m sorry…I’ll…” Jungkook stuttered as she pushed himself off the ice, holding Jimin as they both sat up.

Jungkook spoke first. “Well, that was…”

“Stupid,” Jimin said, glaring at Jungkook.

Jungkook couldn’t help but be slightly amused at Jimin’s annoyed expression—it was a different class of adorable all in its own. He got to his feet and extended his gloved hand to Jimin.

“So, you still wanna go for another round?” Jungkook smiled kindly. He noticed Jimin’s hesitation, as well as his attempt to stay angry at Jungkook. But still, Jimin took Jungkook’s hand, who immediately pulled him to his feet, using a little more force than necessary so that he could feel that slight contact for just another second.

Jimin was surprisingly quiet after that. Obedient almost. Even when Jungkook casually grabbed Jimin’s hand as they skated together around the rink, just like all the couples.

Using the excuse that they were merely bracing each other (despite both being veteran skaters), they continued like that for a while, barely noticing that the minutes were rapidly ticking by.

After putting away their skates, the two wandered together, inseparable, and walking with their shoulders pressed together as they explored the rest of the winter wonderland village together. Jimin couldn’t really tell exactly what is was, but there was something warm about Jungkook, something that made him extremely comfortable to be around, more than anyone he’d ever been with before.

Within their last few minutes, they did everything they possibly could. They shared a cup of delicious, warm hot chocolate, fed each other from a bag of Christmas cookies and giggled together through every Christmas lights display and art exhibit. Several times, Jimin found himself leaning on Jungkook’s shoulder as he keeled over in laughter, and it became eventually clear that he was definitely more than welcome to. Jungkook told corny Christmas jokes. Jimin sang to every single holiday song that was played (to which Jungkook also promptly joined in).

By the end of it, Jimin’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He checked his watch. It was already nearly midnight, which was the park’s closing time. The number of guests around them had dwindled dramatically, and they were practically the only ones left.

Aw…it’s almost time to go.

He stole a quick glance at Jungkook, who’d gotten so much more attractive to him since they’d first met. Sure, he was physically handsome in more than a  few aspects, but after seeing how well they got along and the genuine nature of his personality, he couldn’t help but swoon a little more for the police officer.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Jimin suddenly noticed something red that was practically calling out to him.

“Jungkook, wait here for a second,” he said suddenly, rushing ahead of Jungkook.

Startled, Jungkook watched as Jimin ran towards one of the tiny Christmas gift shop shacks next to them. “Jimin? What is it?”

But Jimin was no longer paying attention, as he was busy talking to a stall owner.

“This one please!” Jimin was saying. He handed over some bills before grabbing something the rack, hiding it behind his back so Jungkook couldn’t quite see what it was before running back.

“Jungkook,” Jimin called his name. “Close your eyes.”

Obediently, Jungkook did as he was told.

Soon, he felt something warm wrapped around his neck. Opening his eyes to confirm his suspicious, he saw the deep red cloth with a subtle plaid pattern, the ends of the scarf still clutched within Jimin’s hands.

“As I thought,” Jimin smiled softly. “Red suits you well.”

Maybe it was the adrenaline left over from the skating. Perhaps it was the ideal scenery, as they alone had found themselves standing in front of the giant Christmas tree, its bright lights shining upon them. Maybe it was just a bit too cold outside, and he simply desired the warmth. Maybe it was the touch of kindness from Jimin that he hadn’t felt in so long.

Whatever it was, Jungkook found he had no longer had any resistance.

Abruptly, Jungkook clutched onto Jimin’s hands which were still holding onto his scarf, fixing him into place and startling him slightly. Slowly, Jungkook leaned in, giving Jimin plenty of time to resist or move away should he wish to.

He didn’t.

Closer and closer. Jimin’s lips were inches away from his. So pink, yet parched from the cold. A few more seconds and he would be able to feel the warmth of Park Jimin’s lips on his own in the midst of this cold weather. He felt Jimin’s breath on his lips when he inhaled deeply and braced for impact.

“Ladies and gentlemen! The park will be closing in five minutes!”

The bellowing voice from the loudspeakers caused them to jump apart, reality slamming into them all at once.

“Again, the park will be closing in five minutes. That is, midnight, marking the end of Christmas as well as this year’s Christmas Village. We hope to see you all again next year!”

Jimin had long pulled apart, looking extremely disappointed. The announcement was like the shattering of a delusion. Tomorrow, they would both have to be back at work again, and this would be nothing more than a vivid dream.

The silence that ensued as drove back was much different from the comforting silence they’d had before.

Jungkook was the first to break it.

“So…uh…did you have the Christmas night you wanted?” he dared to ask. In hindsight, it was a foolish question, as he didn’t know what he would if Jimin said no.

The question managed to bring a slight smile to Jimin’s face, much to Jungkook’s relief. “Yeah, I guess it was,” he replied softly. “More than that even.”

“Really?”

Jimin nodded happily. “To be honest, my ideal Christmas would simply be to not to be alone. And it’s kind of cheesy but…for once in my life, I wanted to do the cliché things. I mean, there must be a reason why those things are so popular right?  It’s like, I’ve been caught up with work my entire life that I’ve never truly known what it’s like to have a Christmas drinks with a special friend on Christmas night, or going ice-skating while holding hands with someone or even just…you know, walking through a pretty street with pretty lights together with another person.”

He paused, and turned to beam at Jungkook. “And I think you managed to give me all that and so much more, to be quite honest.”

Jungkook’s heart flip-flopped in his chest. Suddenly, he was in turmoil. After this, he would have to part ways with Jimin. It was to imagine that it might be awhile before they would be able to see each other again, or if Jimin would even allow that in the first place.

For once, just this once, Jungkook wished he could prolong it for just that much longer.

“Do…do you really have to go home now?” Jungkook asked cautiously.

“I’ve got work tomorrow morning bright and early,” replied Jimin. “You’ve done more than enough for me. I should probably let you go now.”

Jungkook was quiet, having heard the reasonable answer. He scratched his mind, trying to find a reasonable counter.

“Wait, Jimin,” he said hurriedly.

“Hmm, what is it?”

Jungkook waited for the car to stop at red light before placing his hand over top of Jimin’s that was rested on the gear shift. And when Jimin turned to look at him, he made sure to maintain the eye contact.

“But I haven’t given you my present yet.”

7:11 A.M. – Seoul Police Headquarters

As expected, Officer Jeon Jungkook got the chewing out he expected to receive. Not only had he not finished his quota with no good reason, he had also abandoned his patrol car in the middle of nowhere and shown up late for work. However, many officers decided to cut him some slack, as a) it was Christmas night and b) most of them were slightly hungover anyway so they couldn’t care any less.

Officer Kim Taehyung came by Jungkook’s desk, slapping a file on his head to declare his entrance.

“What’s with you? Sighing repeatedly like that?” said Taehyung. “Are you that upset over them scolding you? You saw it coming, didn’t you?.”

“Nah, it’s not about that,” Jungkook replied mournfully, much to his friend’s distaste. 

“What? Did some kid steal your pepper spray last night?” Taehyung inquired.

“Why would you ask that?” Jungkook gave his friend a bewildered look “Has that happened to you before or something?”

“Don’t ask.”

Jungkook yawned as he pushed the stack of folders on his desk out of way, fully declaring his lack of motivation to do work. His mind was somewhere else entirely.

Because how could he forget? God knows what time they’d stayed up until. The way Park Jimin had seductively slid his business card into the back pocket of Jungkook’s police uniform pants. Jungkook gulped as he vividly recalled the way Jimin looked sprawled beneath him, clothes undone, in his bed sheets at those same ungodly hours at night.

No other sane, regular man would want to think of anything else and focus on work either.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s phone started ringing. Groaning, he picked it up as Taehyung remained intently watching him.

“Officer Jeon,” said someone on the other end. “Someone is here to visit you. Says he has something of yours.”

Jungkook bolted up in his seat, startling a Kim Taehyung who was just about to drift off rom staring too hard. He ran out to the front lobby expectantly, and there was the sight that managed to relieve all the tension in his body.

As there was Park Jimin, standing there in his giant coat with his pink cheeks and tousled hair, looking just as pretty as Jungkook last remembered.

“Jimin!” he cried out happily as he rushed over. The other man seemed just as relieved to see him.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had work!” Jungkook asked brightly, resisting the urge to lean forwards and peck Jimin on the forehead in front of everyone.

“I’m on lunch break,” Jimin answered. “I came because you forgot something last night.”

Jungkook didn’t know what it was until the flash of red caught his eyes. And then Jimin was wrapping the scarf around his neck again, just as he had the night before. And just as before, Jungkook's heart started fluttering uncontrollably all over again.

“T-thanks,” said Jungkook. “I-I really didn’t mean to forget it.”

“Hmph, what a double standard. You’d never let me live it down if I’d forgotten yours,” Jimin retorted. He cleared his throat, changing the topic abruptly. “Anyways, I gotta go now. I only have thirty minutes. Don’t forget it again. The weather’s still cold outside, so take care of your health.”

Jimin pulled away, before Jungkook called after him. “Wait!” he bellowed, a bit too loudly. “I…I can see you tonight right?”

Jimin turned back, smirking a little. “Sure. Call me.”

And that, he was gone, leaving Jungkook with to stare at the doors with a dazed smile on his face.

“That’s not your scarf.”

Jungkook jumped at the sound of Kim Taehyung’s voice, who, much to his dismay, had been watching the whole scene unfold before him this entire time.

“What are you talking about? It’s mine!” Jungkook yelled defensively, pulling the scarf tighter.

But it was too late for excuses. “Normally people go out and get alcohol on Christmas night,” Taehyung grinned. “But Jeon Jungkook goes out and straight up gets a wife. You got more game than I thought.”

“I-it was an accident!”

“Oh, Jungkook. Of course it was. When do these things ever happen on purpose?”

Jungkook scowled and Taehyung chortled happily, indulging in his friend’s frustration.

“What? So are you two a thing now?” Taehyung prodded.

“Y-yeah, I’d say so,” Jungkook replied.

“You should introduce me sometime,” Taehyung smiled. “He seems cute. And Christmas couples usually last.”

“He’s really busy though,” Jungkook said immediately.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “If you’re already this over-protective of him I don’t even wanna know you in another month. Anyways, be happy with your corny love life. And hey, if you ever need any extra spice I’m always here to—”

“No thanks.”

“Gotcha.”

And with that, Taehyung was gone, typing furiously on his phone, probably texting to everyone in the department about Jungkook’s new relationship status.

Jungkook sighed, slumping back to his desk. He pulled the scarf off his neck and draped it gently on the chair behind him. Though he still had a long day ahead of him, the thought that he would be able to see his Christmas beau tonight made it all worth it.

After all, if it weren’t for his job, he might have never bumped into Park Jimin like that. 

Almost as if they were destined to.

Motivated by the image of Park Jimin’s smiling face, Jungkook opened a case file at last, silently counting down the minutes until he would finally be able to see his new lover again.

  merry christmas everyone! ^^

perhaps i'll write about jungkook’s “present” to jimin on a later day. cause uniforms. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (didn’t this time cause i didn’t wanna ruin the fluffy christmas mood lol_ tbh i feel like i have to continue something for these two characters because i feel like i didn’t do them justice this time.

not gonna lie. this was extremely difficult for me to finish, mostly because I’ve been going through a huge slump recently haha. so it’s short, but sweet I hope. it also somehow managed to follow a similar structure to a lot of the older stories i wrote in terms of plot. regardless, I figured I owed it to you all for not writing in so long, as well as to my favourite holiday ^^

this idea has been lingering in my mind for awhile—the idea of jimin and jungkook being cursed to be stuck on work with their jobs from the Dope MV on Christmas night, followed by all the Christmas cute things you can possibly thing of :3

certainly, it’s not my best work for the reason mentioned above, but i hope i was still able to convey it alright ^^

writing tunes: end game by taylor swift

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Hearth

(dabi) t.todoroki / reader

genre: prohero!touya, fluff

warning(s)!!: cursing ofc, dabi's atittude/snark, he's still dabi- just not a villain lol, he doesn't have his burns just his piercings, bloody piercings/lip

synposis: touya comes home with a bloody lip and three missing nose piercings, you get the honor of cleaning him up and getting him to bed for a well-deserved rest

w.count: 2.4k (probably the shortest thing i've written in years and no that's not a joke)

-x-x-x-

“Shit, that stings,” Touya hissed to himself as he felt around the bloody and bruised right nostril of his nose where three small piercings should have been. He hissed as he quickly took his fingers away from the small holes missing their jewelry. “I can’t wear nothing around here, damn.”

The commotion around him was hardly his focus when his nose stung so much, not even his split lip bothered him when he licked over it- too focused on his poor nose. It was pitiful really, getting into a scrap with a low-level thug trying to run off with a duffel full of loose bills from some random convenient store. He was fine overall, not being too unfamiliar with fistfights without having to use his quirk, but the thug sure did a number on him when he grabbed at his face- probably aiming to yank on his hair, but falling short- and somehow ripping all three of his studs from his nose.

Blood dripped in small drops off the side of his nostril and from inside his nose, creating a slow stream to his top lip which entered his mouth- filling it with the metallic taste of his blood. His pierced tongue’s metal bar tasted nothing like the iron of blood and he shook his head in distaste.

He sniffed and palmed gently at his minor wound before the cops showed up and wrapped up the situation. They offered to have his injuries cleaned up at the station- but he was so close to being finished with patrol and heading back home he didn’t bother. It wasn’t like he was in any sort of critical pain, he just wanted to rip his nose off.

His patrolling went smoothly after that, the small scuffle being the highlight of his evening and as he walked, bored back to the agency he was working at with his father (begrudgingly), he changed and slung his duffel with his gear and suit inside over his shoulder. He’d leave all this stuff in the changing room locker with his name on it and a secure lock- but you had insisted he bring it home tonight so it all could be tuned up and cleaned properly. You were a stickler about that.

Touya damn near broke into a run, mad-dashing it to the door, when he heard his father behind him call out his name when he was so, so close to the agency doors. As far as he was concerned, he was done for the day.

D o n e.

Endeavor could suck it.

He wasn’t sure how far he ran before he deemed it safe enough to slow his strides, but then the chills set it. He wasn’t cold- even if it was the middle of winter- all thanks to the cold resistance he inherited from his mother winter wasn't really ever that cold to him. If anything the sweater and joggers he wore were almost too warm with his swift escape from work.

He stopped at the corner of the sidewalk, waiting for the traffic lights to signal he could safely cross the road and have the right to sue if someone were to hit him, and looked up at the grey clouds. It looked like it was due to snow again and he chuckled to himself at mentally picturing you shiver just at the mere thought of more snow. Lowing his chin back down to look ahead, his pace quickened, already more than ready to be home.

“Hey, babe! I’m back!” Touya called into the house. The difference in temperature made him shiver- even if again, he wasn’t truly cold in the first place. Heeling off his shoes and setting them on the shoe rack, he walked inside.

“I’m in the kitchen!” You called back. He chuckled to himself as he walked into the living room first, dropping off his hero-filled duffle on the couch, and then swiveled on his heel to head into the kitchen. As he passed under the doorway, he grabbed the bottom of his sweater, pulling it up over his head and completely off as it rested on his forearms- shaking out his white hair.

You looked over your shoulder at the movement and immediately went back to whatever it was you were doing. Shaking your head in small shakes with a quiet sigh.

“Do you really need to undress in the kitchen?”

“What?” He smirked, tossing the sweater on a barstool as he basically pranced his way to your side, slinging one arm around your waist loosely with the other coming to mess with the soapy water you were currently washing dishes in. He picked up a finger-load of suds and flicked them at you, making you try and crush his toes under your heels- to which you failed. “It’s hot in here.”

“That is probably the lamest excuse you've ever used to strip,” you teased as you kept doing your thing. Looking around the counter, he saw take-out containers. Before he could question them, you started talking again. “I really didn’t want to cook today, so I ordered in. I hope that's fine.” Touya shrugged.

He wouldn't want to come home after a day of work and cook either, so it worked for him.

Detaching from you, he danced over to the containers he knew were his and took them to the island where he slid into the barstool his sweater was on and sat down on it. As you finished up, you turned to finally take a proper look at your boyfriend after his day. Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes narrowed.

Was that dried blood under his nose? And was his lip split?

“Touya?”

“Whuat,” he muttered with a trail of noodles hanging from his lips between chopsticks, muffling his voice. Ever the mannerless fool.

“Do we wanna talk about the blood on your face?”

He swallowed his bite as he started scrapping around for more noodles and fewer vegetables in his container. “No, not really.”

You rolled your eyes as you left the kitchen and him to his food. Digging around in the bathroom, you tossed a few things in a small basket and went back to the kitchen where he had successfully separated all his greens from his food and set them aside. You sat on the stool next to him as he finished.

“You know it’s not good for you if you don’t eat your vegetables.”

“Oh, boo-hoo. I ain’t eatin’ ‘em.” You spun to face him as you grabbed his knee and spun his stool to face you in turn. In your basket of bathroom items were things to clean up his face.

You took his chin in your hand and twisted his jaw back and forth to look for any other injuries. “I ain’t all that banged up. Just this,” he told you with a huff. Looking at his chest and shoulders and stomach- it seemed he was telling the truth. There were no other injuries.

You would hate to see the poor guy he got into it with if all Touya had was a split lip and... all three missing piercings? You hadn't actually noticed his piercings were completely gone.

“How in the world did you lose your piercings?”

“Some prick tore them out. Got pretty into it with ‘em over it.”

“Of course you did,” you rolled your eyes again as you emptied your basket and grabbed a cotton ball between the prongs of a pair of tweezers, and coated it in saline. “Look down,” you told him as his chin dipped to your instruction and you began to clean his piercing holes. You saw his lips twitch in a silent hiss as you cleaned them as gently as possible.

Touya didn’t move from your touch at all aside from a wince here or there. When you pulled back to clean the blood on his lip and skin, he kept as still as he could as he just looked down at you. Watching you work with your eyes focused and brows pulled in concentration always made him want to laugh at how cute you looked. You were a wonder to him.

A wonder on how he managed to snag you as his own.

When you finished, you were throwing your stuff back into the basket to take back into the bathroom when you felt a weight on your shoulder. Glancing without moving your head, you caught in the corner of your vision Touya’s nest of white hair brushing your cheek and chin. His forehead rested on your shoulder as you relaxed, your boney shoulder couldn’t be comfortable to lay on.

“You’ll want to leave any new piercing out of your nose for a bit.”

“Hmm,” he gave you a small hum, but you weren’t sure if he actually heard you or was just responding to respond. He had a bad habit of hearing but not exactly listening.

Moving your head as slowly as possible to not disturb whatever moment he was trying to create with you, you saw the digital numbers on the stove showing close to midnight. While it was rare to get a quiet and soft moment with Touya, you knew he couldn’t sit with his ass on a barstool and his head on your shoulder all night. He had to shower and get changed for bed where he can sleep on a comfortable mattress.

You rotated your arm causing his forehead to push further into you, sliding to where it rested against your neck, and his cheek pushed into your shoulder instead. You reached around and rubbed his back to which he hummed at- pleased with the touch. His skin was always so warm, it almost made you envious with each shiver you would get from the chilled winter air.

“Touya,” you softly called to not drill a nail into the peace of the kitchen. He said nothing. He didn’t even hum at you, but you knew he was listening. “We have to get up. You need a shower and sleep.”

“Can’t we stay like this a while longer?” You almost gave in but looked at the clock again. As far as you knew, he had to go back to work tomorrow so he needed to get into bed asap. It pulled at your heart, but you couldn't let him stay up any later than necessary.

“No, we can’t,” you let him down easily with a soft voice and with your hand still trailing up and down along his spine. “Come on,” you shrug, “up.”

He groaned as he sat up and slid from his stool, you doing the same as you grabbed your basket of things to put back in the bathroom. Touya followed you as he rubbed at his neck and silently let out a yawn he tried hiding from you just so he couldn’t avoid admitting you were right and that he needed to go to sleep.

As you were putting things back where they belonged, Dabi had opened the door of the wide, standing, glass shower and turned the water on- waiting for the temperature to be perfect. He looked over his shoulder, seeing you putting back the saline behind the mirror in the medicine cabinet. He took the chance when the mirror was away from him and you to sneak up behind you, the running shower water masking his footsteps.

He slowly reached around your head, shutting the cabinet as the mirror swung back to face you, Touya behind you. He dropped his arm over your shoulder and lowered his head to kiss the back of yours, his other arm wrapping lazily over your chest.

“Shower with me,” he cooed, dying his voice in honey to get you to join him without a fight. When you agreed, the shit-eating grin he had on his stupid face made you want to pull on his bottom lip and reopen the split in it or maybe force open his mouth and rip out the bar in his tongue.

He always got what he wanted and it was so not fair.

After promising no funny business in the shower, getting out, drying off, and getting ready for bed, Touya was insistent that the thermostat be turned down to 68F which was absolutely not going to happen. That was way too cold for the middle of the night in the middle of winter! He may be a walking space heater, but you weren’t.

Except, when you crawled into bed, you puffed and pouted because of course he always got his way. The temperature in the dark house was a chilly 68F and you were bundled in blankets- sulking.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” he laughed as he yanked the blanket that was tucked around you away to slither his way beside you instead. As he tangled his legs with yours he was immediately pulling you closer to him by the back of your knees. One of his arms under your head to curl his wrist inward to scratch the back of your head and the other around your side to rub your back. You suddenly understood.

He just wanted to lay as close as possible to you and not verbally say it. You tried containing your small laughter at his attempt at being coy.

“What?” He groaned as he shut his eyes, trying to get sleep to come to him. You dug your face into his neck, which he happily accepted as he pushed his cheek against your forehead in return.

“Nothing,” you told him.

“Just go to sleep.”

When the next morning rolled around and Touya’s phone had begun to ring for the fourth time, you had pried his arm off you and looked over his shoulder. The screen was showing his father calling him and as you rubbed your eyes and reached over to answer it for him- since he slept like a log- your wrist was caught and you were shoved back down into his chest.

Touya, who had been awake for some time now, was well aware he was exceptionally late to the agency and no he was in no rush to get there any time soon. The old man can call all he wants- he wasn’t going in just yet. There was a reason the old man was the only member of his family to not know his address.

Endeavor can still suck it.

-x-x-x-

a/n: for some reason the image of prohero touya coming home to just coze with his partner after another day just popped in my brain and has been relentlessly curb-stomping me into an early grave

[inctlife]

when wayv know they wanted to marry you

kun:

so,,, things had been kinda rough for kun :( like he was practising 24/7 and he was also on a pretty strict diet so he was just physically and mentally EXHAUSTED and like there’d just been a really tiring day at practise and all the boys started to go home, but kun was like ‘nah i’m gonna stay’

ANd tHen after like 4 hours (it was late at this point,, like almost midnight??) and he came home and there was just an overwhelming smell of delicious food and he could hear the boys laughing and talking lovingly and when he walked in he saw that you had made dinner for the members and now were talking about their day while you stroked xiaojun’s hair to help him sleep and kun almost started crying

like where tf else would he find someone that loves him AND cares for his members THIS MUCH dude

and that night you left after having lots of kisses from ur bf and kun brought it up to the boys and they were all cheering and were just so supportive :(

ten:

sO,, ten and winwin were doing this new extravagant dance like they do and they were adding So Many New Parts to Impress The Fans but !!! dundun!! while doing a funky jump turn thing ten fell and landed STRAIGHT on his injured knee

he was in AGONY,, like screaming and tears AGONY and winwin calls an ambulance and then calls you because he doesnt know what else to do lol and you’re like ‘wHAT’ because that’s ur baby and he’s in AGONY

so you get the hospital and you see ten waiting with winwin and he’s in a wheelchair bent over and clutching his knee and when he sees you he almost cries and is like ‘my love!!! help!!!’ and you just walk over and slap him round the head

winwin is shook tbh,, like proper :O,, but ten just starts laughing and his heart swells as you start pouring out complaints and nagging him about his safety bc he knew he’s been injured before!! what makes him think it wouldnt happen this time!! and he just smiles and thinks ‘i have to marry this person’

winwin:

so y’all were invited to kun’s wedding (ofc?) and you had been invited to be kun’s wife’s bridesmaid!!! you and ten’s and lucas’s girlfriends!! and so, you and winwin (after eating breakfast together) didnt see each other for the whole morning as you were rushed off to kun’s wife’s room to get ready and the boys stayed with kun

and you had your hair and makeup done and you got into your bridesmaids dress and you were a bit pouty because ??look how fucking beautiful the rest of these girls are???? and you wanted to get married and wear a vale!!!!

finaLLY it came time for kun’s wife to walk down the aisle, and you were walking with lucas’s girlfriend behind the bride and while kun had his moment,, so did winwin.

his jaw just dropped, but you didn’t even notice because you were giggling (and tearing up) at kun’s reaction to his wife but what you didnt even know!! ur fucking boyfriend was sat there wiping subtle tears away because he KNOWS now, he’s gonna marry you.

lucas:

sO. your boy. the visual KING that he is. was invited to another one of these foreign fashion events and he was like ‘alright ig🤪🤪’ and you went with him cause they were offering him a +1 and free holiday?? yes please???? but what you Did Not sign up for was being at lucas’s hip through all these events????????????

so NeWay, yeah you had to do that. and lucas was pretty nervous because he will just never get over the shock of being invited to something big like this, but this time he was just slightly less nervous because ur by his side🥺

but. in true xuxi/yukhei/lucas fashion. he does something a lil embarrassing :(,, and as he slowly starts to realise what’s just happened (you being on exactly the same wavelength) he gets a lil red in the face and you just thunk ‘fuck it’ and do the same thing so he is nOT ALONE. it’s US. in this shit for the RIDE OR DIE.

and lucas is shocked but as the two of you start giggling literally everyone else in the room disappears and he just thinks ‘i can’t wait to marry her’🥺

xiaojun:

sO,, you and dejun had been together for a WHILE, like i mean a full hot minute,, but he’d always been kinda secretive about his family?? like you’d met them several times but both they and dejun never told you anything much about them??? and you just kinda let it slide cause there was obviously smth that he didnt want you knowing and you werent about to poke

and THEN,, one day,, you’re in dejun’s hometown and he’s like ‘get dressed nice and pretty! going to a concert’ and you’re like ‘WOOO!! LETS GO’ and you get dressed up and you and xiaojun walk to this kinda small venue and get drinks and shit and xiaojun’s looking kinda nervous?? so ur like ‘babe its okay,, i’m sure i’ll enjoy it’

and then!! the person comes on stage and you realise it’s a drag act,, very entertaining!! and then, after looking closer,, you realised it was dejun’s dad, as in,, the one you’ve had dinner with MULTIPLE TIMES and you just turned to ur boyfriend and were like ‘your dad!!!!!!’ and he smiled because you looked so excited!!!!

and dejun almost cried because you were so supportive and that was the one thing for him bc if you didnt support his dad’s career than this would not have worked and for him this was like something in his heart just going ‘she’s the one!!’

hendery:

so similar to xiaojun,, for hendery family was really important!! not that he was hiding anything about them? but you’d only met his family a couple of times and never all together, so when kunhang invited you to come to his mum’s birthday where EVERYONE was gonna be there,,, you were highkey nervous

but so was he lmao he aint gonna lie.. so!! you two flew out to macau a couple days before her birthday so you could settled and the first thing that happened was his sisters wanted to take you guys out for dinner!!! and you went to quite a posh restaurant,, cause that’s the kinda family they are😎 so you were kinda bricking it,, but at the same time the food was GOOD and kunhang’s hand stayed on your knee the WHOLE time

not that he needed that though because his sisters LOVED YOU like he literally got pushed to hang out with his sisters’ boyfriends bc you and his sisters were all gossiping so much and then when you finished your meal you went and had a little photoshoot under the moon and the pretty city lights and later that night as you were asleep next to him,, kunhang looked back over the photos and was just like “wow. my love”

and that was IT he decided RIGHT THERE to marry you.

yangyang:

so you and yangyang had recently moved in with each other,, him finally being the last one to move out the shitty dorm,, and so this was only around the 2nd week that he was coming home from practise to you and your dog and your two cats!!!

when he walked through the door, your dog, finneas, ran up to yangyang and was all happy like dogs are and yangyang was happy too!! and he could smell the dinner that was ready but you weren’t in the living room like you normally were and instead,, yangyang heard your proper, real, ugly laugh coming from the bedroom and he ran over and was like ‘i am home!!!’

and you were laying on the bed, practically in tears and he was like ‘what’s so funny😂😂’ cause he’s like that. and you were like ROLLING AROUND but when yangyang got over to you,, it was a tiktok of someone reacting to a comment that said ‘hi peepeehead’ but you know? he had to laugh because that shit was making you SCREAM and that alone was funny to him

and he just couldnt help but wonder how much more joy you’d bring him,, and he was not about to be left with any regrets😤,, took his boys and bought himself a ring the next week

[singeramg]

Midnight: Chapter 11

Pairing: Clark Kent- Superman/ Metahuman! Black! OFC

Rating: E

Warnings: Mostly just a language warning; I know no smut yet, but its coming lol

A/n: Guys! I am suuuppper touched by the love and out pouring of support that I have gotten for this story! To everyone you are amazing!

-LOVE!

CATCH UP HERE!

Midnight: Chapter 11

Previously:

“Can we please talk about Kalen? I feel like we should tell him I am his father as soon as possible...”

Currently:

 “He just met you yesterday. I don’t know if we should tell him yet.”

 “I feel like the sooner the better. He should get to know me as his father.”

I sigh, still apprehensive about the whole thing. He kept talking.

 “I know you may not like me, but please don’t keep my son away from me.”

I had a migraine forming as my energy leveled back out. 

  “As much I would like to punch you, I wouldn’t keep Kalen away from you now that you know. We can tell him together and then maybe you can take him tomorrow for the evening.”

Clark’s face formed a frown. 

  “You won’t be there with us?”

  “No, you two desperately need some father-son time. Besides I have something to do tomorrow night.”

Clark looked at me, now he was the one glaring.

  “Gia you leave this house unsupervised and I swear I will melt the door handles so you can’t get out.”

  “Jokes on you Kent. I am not leaving unsupervised, actually I think I’ll be pretty safe considering everything. I have a date tomorrow.”

  “Date?” He questions me.

  “Arthur asked me out and I’m going.”

I felt pings of hurt quickly shielded by forced indifference. There was no shock however, which surprised me.

  “What aren't you surprised? Wait a second....you knew already didn’t you.”

  “I have super hearing, I was headed in this direction it was impossible not to listen. Are you sure about dating him?”

  “Yes I am. So you’ve got kid duty tomorrow night.”

He was disappointed but I didn’t dwell on it.

 “I won’t begrudge you a night out. However I think I need to borrow you in the morning.”

  “Why?”

  “We have to tell mom.”

 I dropped my face into my hands.

  “Do you need me to be there? Can’t you just tell her?”

 “Ohhh no. I’m not facing her alone. Besides you might as well get it over with. She is going to demand to see you anyway once she finds out about Kalen.”

  “Fine I’ll go but I feel like we should write a will for when she kills both of us...”

*Morning*

I was tired from last night and Kalen was up rather early this morning, and between all the nervousness I had about not only telling Mrs. Kent but also my date with Arthur later, I was unable to get restful sleep. It was about 8:00am and I was standing at the stove cooking some pancakes and bacon when Clark showed up, once again not as Superman but as himself. Kalen didn’t seem to recognize him without the suit and went back to coloring in a book that Alfred acquired for him. 

   “Good morning Gia and Kalen.”

   “Morning Clark. Have you eaten yet?”

I asked him to try to be as cordial as I could to him in front of Kalen.

  “If you have any extra I’d like some. You have always made the best pancakes, just don’t tell mom I said that.”

I giggled at the thought of Mrs. Kent giving Clark a hard time over choosing someone else's food over what he was raised on. I continued to make more pancakes, flipped two of them so they could cook on the other side. 

   “Kalen did you say good morning?”

   “Momma I don’t know him.” He doesn’t look up from his book. 

“You still need to speak when someone is speaking to you. Mr. Clark said, ``Hi, what do you say?”

  “ Good morning.” Once again not looking up.

  “Look up when you are talking. Address him correctly or I will take the coloring book away. Get it together.”

He looks up in a panic at my mom voice, then looks at Clark who had been watching the interaction with interest.

  “Good Mo’rning Mister Clark.”

  “Good Morning Kalen. That looks like a cool picture you are coloring. Can I see?”

Kalen had been coloring a Jurassic park coloring book. Clark came over, pulling up a chair next to him. 

  “You are a great artist!  Who is this tough guy in this picture?”

He points at the page.

  “That is a T. Rex. He was one of the biggest dinaspours mommy says. She said they aren’t alive anymore, but she said that about Supa’ man too and I just saw him!”

I watched with interest as Clark digests what his son just says, but the smile never leaves his face.

   “She is right but who knows maybe they just went to another planet. For now though we will have to settle for a really cool picture colored by you.”

He hands him a new crayon and Kalen proceeds to talk his ear off, and he enjoys every second of it. I let them clean up the table and announced the food was ready. I brought the plates over to the table.  I went to grab some juice and to my surprise Clark was cutting up Kalen’s food for him. It gave me the warm and fuzzies to see Clark interacting with his son. It was something I never thought I’d get the chance to see. I made Clark a plate while he focused on Kalen, and then made one for myself. We ate our food in relative quietness. Once Clark was done with his mountain of food, he looked at me, clearly wanting me to brooch the topic with Kalen. I knew the time had come, especially with the rest of the house still sleeping.

   “So Kalen Baby I wanted to talk to you about something really important. How do you feel about not having a dad?”

  “I get sad momma. I wish I had a daddy.”

  “Here’s the thing sweetie. You do and up until now he couldn’t come see you. He would like to meet you if that’s okay?”

Kalen’s eyes lit up and I don’t think I had ever seen him so happy. 

  “Really momma?! Really?! He comes here to see me?!”

He was excited and started bouncing around in his chair. 

  “Yes, Kalen he is already here, you see Mr. Clark is your dad baby.”

He turns and it’s like seeing him for the first time, despite them having just colored together. Clark smiles at Kalen in a comforting way, clearly nervous at the little boys reaction, Kalen still stares, blinking slowly.

  “It’s really awesome to meet you buddy.” 

   “You my dad?”

  “Yes son I am. Like your mom said I couldn’t exactly come see you before, and now that I can I want to hang out with you a lot more. Would that be okay with you?”

  “Yes, Mr. Dad”

I laughed slightly as Kalen combined the names and Clark’s laughs a little too.

  “You don’t have to call me Mr. Dad. You can call me Clark or Dad, whatever you feel okay with.”

  “Otay. Can we finish coloring now?”

Just like that the hard part was over. It was kind of a relief for us to tell Kalen and honestly as excited as he was about meeting his dad, I was very grateful Clark had stepped up. I looked at the clock, noting that we would need to leave soon to get to Mrs. Kent’s house. 

  “Ummm okay you can keep coloring for 15 minutes while mommy goes to get dressed. Then you have to come get dressed, because we are going to go meet your dad’s mommy.”

I smiled as they continued to interact, I left the room and immediately felt bad, it hit me how wrong it would have been not to tell Clark. I would have deprived them of so many moments, and that wouldn’t have been right. For once I had been glad about the other plans fate had for me. I tried to dress as modest as possible, settling on a soft pink sundress with thin straps and a white cardigan sweater. I did my hair in a bun, with tendrils of hair down around my face. I was finishing up my hair when I heard Clark and Kalen come up the stairs, Kalen still chatting away, I went into the hallway finding Clark had carried him up the steps.

  “You know he is fully capable of navigating the steps right?” I asked him with a smirk.

  “That I am aware of. I just wanted to hold him, was that so wrong?”

I shake my head at the sight.

  “Nope. It’s not. Now I’m going to get him dressed and then we can go. Can you find Bruce and ask if we can borrow one of his cars?”

  “Sure, it sounds like he is just now getting dressed. I’ll go talk to him.”

With that Clark goes to leave, and Kalen snaps, crying loudly.

  “Nooooo dad no go yet!”

I try to calm him and Clark turns back around to stop in front of Kalen. 

  “Buddy, I’m not leaving you. I am just going to go pick up your crayons and dinosaur pictures. I’ll be right back okay.”

That does not work, I would laugh at the concerned look on Clark’s face if I thought it was appropriate for the time. Clark looks at me, and I hand the small child over to him, and Kalen whimpers folding into his chest and neck. Despite the initial panic, Clark was actually happy that Kalen had reacted like that. I reached up and rubbed the little boys back soothingly.

  “It’s okay Kalen. He’s going to be right back.”

I say and he just locks his arms on his neck in response.

   “Nooooo!!!” He wails. I can’t take it and I begin giggling. Clark cracks a smile and just adjusts him in his arms for the sake of holding him closer. I resigned myself to the fact that Kalen wouldn’t be letting go of his newfound father anytime soon.

  “Okay. Clark I’m going to pull out some clothes for him to wear. I trust you can get him dressed while I go butter up Bruce and clean up the kitchen.”

Clark nods as Kalen finishes sniffling. I walk into the room and find something respectable for Kalen to wear to meet his Grandmother in. I leave Clark and Kalen alone, and find Bruce downstairs with Alfred both drinking a cup of coffee. I walked over to the table sweeping up the crayons and picking up the coloring book. 

  “Good morning Bruce and Mr. Alfred. Sorry about the mess we were trying to keep Kalen occupied until I finished breakfast. Speaking of which are you hungry? I made the coffee but I can whip something up really quick?”

I offered while going to the sink about to wash the dishes we left earlier. 

  “Gia, it’s really alright we have someone, in fact multiple someone’s to take care of that. You don’t have to do that while you are here.”

  “I mean I have to earn my keep somehow. I don’t want to be in the way. I’m sure having a kid in the house is the last thing you want...”

I started rambling, a habit I picked up for when I was nervous.

  “Personally Ms. Smith I like having the tot around. Keeps me on my toes.”

Alfred says.

  “Please Alfred we are past Ms. Smith. Please call me Gia or Midnight. Neither bother me.”

  “Only if you call me Alfred, the Mr. makes me feel old.”

I smiled and nodded.

  “And as far as the kid goes Gia. I don’t mind you two being here. Honestly I really can’t hear you in this massive place anyhow. Which also brings me to yesterday, you do realize that I am happy to make sure you and your son are provided for?”

 “I don’t like handouts.”

To me handouts were going down a slippery slope that I couldn’t get out of once they got too deep. I had been burned by what I thought was people being nice. Turns out they just wanted things from me.

  “Don’t think of it as a handout. Think of it as a superhero stipend. One of the perks right?”

His smile is wry, and he takes another sip of his coffee. I considered his offer and honestly it was the only way I could feel okay with staying with Bruce in the interim. I could justify it in my own mind.

  “Fine. I guess we can stay but only until I get everything sorted with this whole mess of people trying to come after me.”

  “Sounds like a plan. I can hear that Clark is here. You left him on baby duty already?”

Bruce chuckles as he also browses the paper. 

 “More like Kalen wouldn’t let him go. I tried to get him dressed and have Clark come down, but he was not going for it. I didn’t think that Kalen would get so attached this soon. I mean  we told him that Clark was his father and it was like the attachment was instant. He is actually quite shy when it comes to meeting new people. Before he knew who Clark was to him, he still took to him like...like a duck to the water.”

 “Well young people need their fathers. They can make due without them, but in this case if you have one father figure willing let them be that.”

I nodded in agreement and then went on with my original purpose.

 “Alright, well Mr. Wayne, is there anything in my stipend for borrowing a car?”

Bruce raises his eyebrow at that one…

*30 minutes later*

Turned out Bruce didn’t care if I borrowed one of his cars. In fact he said to keep the keys for now while I was there. Ms. A had a day of relaxation in mind while we were gone. Then Bruce offered to have her taken out of state to her nieces house in California. Of course she jumped on an all expenses paid move across the country. She would be leaving us  and I wasn’t ready to deal with that. Clark took the wheel and drove to his mother's house, meanwhile I drifted to the first time I had ever met Mrs. Martha Kent...

*Flashback* The night Clark saved me:

The flight in Superman’s  arms had been more relaxing than I had ever thought flying in someone’s arms could be. I wasn’t able to look down, preferring the darkness of closed eyes to the darkness of the night. I felt really small compared to him and this vast universe he came from. 

I was alone in it now. I was free from being in bondage, these new powers that I had no clue on how to control. I was curious about where Superman would take me. Probably a police station or a hospital, some place I would have to break free from again. I would cross that bridge when I got to it I supposed. 

Quicker than I thought was possible, we were landing again, and I slowly opened my eyes once I was sure his feet were on the ground. He put me back on my feet and I looked around, we were surrounded by open fields, the long stalks and grass around us flattened from his landing. I took note of the barn and house in the distance, the night was quieter than I expected considering it wasn’t that late. 

 “Where are we?”

I asked him, my heart beating fast because I came to the realization rather harshly that I let some random guy who I assumed was a good guy, fly me away to go knows where. 

I mean this wasn’t the first time I made a bad decision, but while my last one got me thrown into a cage and experimented on, this bad mistake could get me killed. I began to panic, and even more so because I was from the city, if I did need to run, there was nowhere to hide. 

This man could FLY for Christ sakes. He would be able to find me quickly and end me. I started trembling, everything seeming elevated as the beginnings of full panic attack started.

  “Woah, woah, woah Gia I can hear your heart racing. It’s okay...”

Superman steps toward me and in fear I drop to the hard dirt, hands over my face as I curled into a ball. Suddenly, I am overwhelmed with disappointment, confusion, and fear along with the slight undercurrent of determination. I am confused and it feels like having two people in my mind. The emotions were separate and I wasn’t sure where they were coming from, I just wanted it all to stop. I was beginning to blackout, lost in various emotions that I couldn’t control.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my arm, it’s motion soft, and setting. 

  “Sweetheart it’s okay. I promise you are safe here. Focus on the sound of my voice and breathe.”

The voice was soft and feminine, definitely wasn’t Superman’s, nor was the noticeably smaller hand now on my shoulder. I tried to follow its direction, trying to use the hand as a  focusing point rather than fearing it. I could hear sobbing, and small whimpers it took awhile for me to realize that it had been me making those noises. The soft voice had not stopped shushing me, as if maybe I was a child. 

As the slow breeze drifted over me I grounded myself back in reality. My eyes open, no longer clouded by fear and I come face to face with a woman. Her light brown hair threaded with grays, and soft eyes embedded into face staring down at me. She reaches forward, touching my face gently.

  “There you are. Come on dear, sit up for us.”

I let her help me into a sitting position, looking around, noting that Superman was just off to the side of this woman. Her eyes were still kind and I could tell she meant me no harm. My head was pounding after the rush of all the adrenaline in my system. 

 “Where am I?”

 “You asked me to bring somewhere I thought you would be safe. This is the only place I could ensure that. Gia I can promise no one here will cause you harm.”

He comes over and helps me to my feet, and I take a good look at the woman , she is dressed in what could only be considered as mom jeans and a floral patterned shirt. 

  “Gia this is my mother Martha Kent, we are on her farm here in Kansas”

She smiles at her son and I briefly wonder how someone this powerful came from a woman like her. I mean not that I knew anything of her, she could have been just as powerful and only hiding it. She steps forward slightly, holding out her hand for me. I shook it  knowing my face had to be full of trepidation.

  “Clark here told me that he helped save you from some very nasty people, but he also tells me you helped save yourself first. Any young lady that could do that is okay with me. Now come on in the house, you’re a little smaller than me but I’d imagine I’ve got some warmer clothes than what you are wearing.”

She smiles then starts walking back to the house, shooting a look of mirth and maybe a knowing look with her son before patting his chest/shoulder area and continuing with her forward motion.

He looks down with a smirk before looking in my direction motioning me forward. Once I am walking next to him in stride on the pathway to the house I say.

  “Soooo all these super powers and your real name is Clark?”

We both laugh as he leads me up the steps and into the farmhouse...

*End Flashback*

The drive to Martha Kent’s home, a place I had called my home for a number of months following the night I met Clark, had gone much quicker than I anticipated. I thought I’d have more time to prepare, but despite Kalen being sleep in the back of the black Mercedes C5500, the ride didn’t seem long at all.

The car comes to a stop, parking in the driveway and for the first time I feel nervousness from Clark that didn’t help me feel any better about any of this.

  “ Your heart is pounding Gia. Relax.”

  “Pot meet Kettle.” I said motioning from me to him In a surprise move, he grabs my hand gently.

  “It is okay. My mother is way more understanding than you think. I’ll be right by your side the whole time.”

I look at him, his eyes wide and blue, begging myself not to get lost in the expansiveness of them. I fell back on my tried and true methods of avoidance to ignore the flutter I got from our energy exchange. He was purposely evening out his emotions which I was grateful for, clearing trying to push down his nerves and focusing on positive thoughts. 

He waits until my heartbeat is not as erratic before he gets out of the car, and walking to the front door where Mrs. Kent was waiting. She welcomes him with open arms as she always does, and he smiles wide for her. I look back to Kalen who is still knocked out cold. I smiled to myself at the stillness of the moment, and the. Looking back up to Clark and his mother. I feel her energy change from excitement to concern to happiness. At the happiness she turns to the car.

Clark motions for me to exit the car, still projecting calming energy. I unbuckle the seat-belt, and get out of the car. I leave Kalen in the car, the windows rolled down just enough in the front to hear him clearly if he woke up. Martha Kent’s eyes widened upon seeing me, and tears sprung up in her eyes. 

  “Gia Smith! Is that you dear?”

  “Hi Mrs. Kent.”

She holds her arms open wide and smiles. I smile back and fold into her arms. It was a missed feeling as it had been a time I was privy to her hugs all the time. 

  “Oh hush with that Mrs. Kent stuff! You know it’s Martha ‘round these parts. Clark you knew I missed my girl! This was a wonderful surprise dear!”

 “Ummmm mom, Gia was not the surprise I was talking about when I called you.”

She looks back and forth  between us, just as Kalen wakes up from his nap. Scared that he was now alone in the car. 

“MAMA!!”

A/n: What do you think Mama Kent is going to say?

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Since a bitch got sent one (1) ask only about. my ask meme that I created lol I’m going to go through and answer B) all of them bc i can... its selfcare.....

First 3 answers above the cut, other 47 below lmfao

Favourite of the main 6? I think the title of my blog speaks for itself lol

Least favourite of the main 6? Garbage stink piss man (Lucio)

Which of the main 6 do you want to slap the most? The aforementioned piss man but.... also kjaenfjkfea at times. Julian very badly because he’s just Like that but he’d probably enjoy that unfortunately

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Which of the main 6 have the most similar interests to you? (favourite colour, flower, food, drink, season, hobbies etc.) Portia tbh!!! She’s a very sweet spring girl and I also have a fairly similar personality to her. 

Who has the most tragic backstory? Mmmm.....muriel.......... I mean everyone has a pretty sad past but Muriel’s really is something else. The man is Heavily traumatised and I desperately want to give him a hug :(

Favourite side character? Mazelinka.... adopt me challenge kjaefkjnaf. i cant stop thinking about “goat bitch” what a fucking icon

Favourite animal friend?  Faust!!!! shes a good girl!!!

Best/worst of the courtiers? fuck i dont remember any of their names but valerius is. hot basard. worst is vlastomil hands down im kinkshaming anyone who wants to fuck the worm

Fuck, marry, kill (asker’s choice) Well skajfnkajf I’ve shot myself in the foot but. TBH its like. Marry Muriel, fuck everyone else, kill Lucio (full disclosure I only just finished julians upright ending and haven’t played Nadia’s yet so this may change except for wanting to marry Muriel and kill Lucio lol)

Romance or fluff? (Muriel) Fluff!!!!! Muriel deserves all the affection in the whole wide world. He gets sick? Bundle him up in furs by the fire and cuddle up into him with a good book. You look at him once? he blushes. it really doesnt get fluffier than that ++ a lot of his character arc in general is going to be.... letting himself trust you............. which is. so fucking wholesome

Wild night out or quiet night in? ( Muriel ) Quiet night in lmfao. We’d just hang out inside drinking hot chocolate and talking until we fell asleep propped up against the wall in his tiny house having completely lost track of time. 

Adventure or domesticity? ( Muriel ) I wanna say adventure because. I love travelling! I love going out and trying new things! And Muriel very does Not but I feel like getting him out of his comfort zone would do him some good! Starting small would probably be best, like maybe a tramp or going camping once in a while, then building up to bigger trips to other cities once you’ve convinced him you’ll both be ok as long as you’re prepared.

Cute date to the aquarium/zoo/park or elegant dinner date? ( Muriel ) I already answered this one B) I said: “ Definitely somewhere casual!!! I feel like he’d be most at ease somewhere like the park on a sunny day! Pick a nice grassy spot by a creek and bring a basket and have a really nice, chill picnic, and have a nap together in the early afternoon sun. Go for a walk after and talk about Plants (because i. am a biology student lol)  and generally just have a really relaxing time. Give the man a flower? Tuck it behind his ear? and he’d die kjnaefjnaej. Alternatively….. aquarium………. “

Coffeshop AU, high-school/college AU or modern AU? Give a headcanon about the one you chose jnakfjkjaf coffe shop AUs are so cliched but I actually love them for the settings of meetcutes. You meet Muriel when he’s on his rounds as a part time dog walker around the block and you barrel straight into him coming out of the shop when you’re checking an email, spilling the (now cold) remnants of your beverage all over him. You apologise profusely and he shrugs it off, blushing over your fussing and awkwardly tries to excuse himself. You insist on helping him finish his walk with All these dogs, anyway, you like dogs so it’s no trouble, and he begrudgingly agrees to finish the interaction sooner. You end up having a nice chat with him and notice in the weeks after that he starts coming by the shop without the dogs during the times you’re usually around, even though he doesn’t drink coffee. Your conversations with him during these short interludes quickly become the highlight of your day, and you start to suspect, eventually, that he feels the same :)

If (Muriel) turned up on your doorstep at midnight covered in blood, how would you react? Well I’d clean it off.... of .......course............. 👀👀👀

You’re stranded on a desert island; which 2 of the main 6 do you want with you? Muriel of course not only because I adore him but he’s. also a mountain man. Handy. And Asra because hes a good good magic boy and can make sand into water so.... handy. also asra is just an incredibly blessed person so kajefnkjaef

If your apprentice could go back in time and change one thing before the events of the game, what would it be? lucios birth :^)

You’re sick; who do you want to take care of you and why? I think I’m becoming predictable but. Muriel kjaefnkjafnjf you took such good care of him so it’s only fair that he should return the favour. He’s got a surprisingly good bedside manner and is generally just very gentle. Cooks eggs and grumbles that you should be taking better care of yourself but when you say thanks for all his help he blushes and kinda. stands up slightly straighter bc hes secretly happy he can Help

If you were trapped in an elevator with one character for 8 hours, who would you want it to be and why? Jojaefafjoafe ok so. Porbably Portia because she seems 1. one of the least likely to panic and 2. Would have fucking great conversation the whole time. 

Give a headcanon about Nadia She loves romcoms!!!! She would never ever admit it to anyone though, but she’s a huge sucker for romance stories in general. Cries at the end of mamma mia. Uses it as an excuse to snuggle all the way into your shoulder.

Give a headcanon about Asra He’s extremely lactose intolerant but he eats it anyway bc hes Chaotic and gives 0 fucks about how bad his guts feel afterwards, the cheese was Worth it dammit (and I say this bc thats also me kjaenfnef)

Give a headcanon about Julian Had a brief stint in his teen years where he unironically identified as sapiosexual

Give a headcanon about Portia She loves playing with hair/having her hair played with! Catch her falling asleep with her head in your lap as you weave your fingers through her hair.

Give a headcanon about Muriel I also already answered this one!:  “ He’d be really into gardening if he knew how! Catch me digging up all the dirt around his house and planting herbs, flowers (*cough* forgetmenots *cough) and other medicinal plants, and some strawberries for when spring comes! “

Give a headcanon about Lucio Unironically identifies as sapiosexual now even though he’s a huge dumbass himself 

Give a headcanon about a side character/the apprentice (asker’s choice) Nadia’s dad gets pegged

Give a popular opinion that you disagree with People calling Muriel a dom. have you. looked at this man. I have to laugh

Give an unpopular opinion Lucio sucks lol

Tarot or zodiac? Zodiac!!! Mostly bc I know exactly 0 things about tarot, I appreciate the aesthetic tho!

What is your patron major arcana? Oh worm I just looked at all the explanations in the wiki and tbh. The empress uh. dragged me with how much I ID with that (both reversed and upright) so akejfkjfae thats mine

Upright or reversed ending? Upright

Ot3? Me x muriel x asra (muriel has 2 hands and 2 tiny partners)

Brotp? jakjefnkanfe i love. portia and julians sibling banter. the good shit

Favourite non-apprentice-based ship? asriel............................. till i die............. (pordia is also fucking god tier)

Is the apprentice you, or your OC? thats just me bich kajefnkjnafe we living our best self indulgent lives 

Tell me about your Apprentice(s) im a big bi mess and i would die for muriel and thats it really

Favourite piece of worldbuilding lore? already answered: “ I really love how much of a shithole Vesuvia is kjbanefknaefk like. No formal process of trial/law? Public executions just being how people Do things? someone fucking help this city lmfao”

Favourite background/location? ok i really love nopal bc of all the cacti but tbh like. really anywhere theres a lot of cool nature? the forest is fucking good

The Forest or Nopal? bring the cacti from nopal to muriel’s hut in the forest and it’s perfect

The Palace or the shop? thheeee shop. i like the palace but i think id get Overwhelmed not being able to just. be in my own space a lot lol

The Rowdy raven or the library? the library with a healthy amount of alcohol lol. 

Favourite sprite?

43. Favourite character design?  I !!!!!!!!! really. love Asra’s design bc of its howl callback but all the designs r fucking cool 44. Best masquerade outfit?    Nadia’s..... glamorous..... 45. Best scene? Muriel. hugging. faust you and asra. hes so fucking wholesome ill cry...... or just straight up both of his books akjenfkjafn 46. Worst Scene? Honestly any containing lucio 47. Favourite song on the soundtrack? I love Crowd hammer! (predictable) but also memory 48. Best tale/bonus content? I dont remember names im terrible but i/ love the muriel one ofc kjneafkjn 49. Best CG?/ 50. Favourite memory?

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SPOILER REVIEW OF LORD OF SHADOWS

* This is my second time reading Lord of Shadows

STARTED: 12/01/19 FINISHED: 21/01/19

I have so many feelings, probably too many feelings on this book and I gotta get them off of my chest, holyyyyyy. All I’m saying is that I would sacrifice myself to save the Blackthorn family, they deserve the entire freaking world, I adore this series so much. Honestly one of my favourite series I’ve ever read, it still doesn’t beat TID (Cassie Clare went above and beyond on that trilogy) but its deFINITELY UP THERE. These characters, this plot, everythinggggg about this damn book got me. I have bookmarked and sticky-noted specific parts of the book that hit me right in the feels ( Both gOOD AND BAD EMOTIONS) and here they areeeeee!!

THINGS I LIKED (in particular):

* Christina, Mark and Kieran’s relationship. I was a sucker for Mark and Kieran in lady midnight + was super conflicted about mark falling for christina but woahhhh is it weird to ship them all together?? Lol idc, i still do. They all just fit together, so nicely. Ngl I’m low-key worried about whats going to happen to Kieran, I feel awful for him. Now that he know’s the truth, and he didn’t even testify but he’ still being hunted by the unseelie court, he can’t return to faerie nor can he stay in Idris and he wants things done with Mark. That gets me!!! I love how Christina is able to calm both of these angsty faerie boys ;)

* The low-key (but kinda not even low-key) throwbacks to TID and Will’s generation (JUST ALL OF THE WILL + Jem bits). I love how Clare kept referring to Jessamine in the London Institute, and the small will bits. No character as ever affected me the same way will herondale has, and how Kit was talking about “some idiot called will” who wrote in all the first editions and how Emma was looking at a picture of jem and will together. I feel like i’m dying whenever their relationship is mentioned. When tessa was advising Emma on getting someone to stop loving you, I just realised she was referring to what Will tried to do in TID. :( Alsooo, um how tf is Bridget still alive!!!!!!! She’s actually ancient and I’m confusedddd. When Bridget giggles at the plate of scones + she’s thinking of Sophie and Gideon aw

* Gwyn Ap Nudd! (+ Diana’s relationship) Those two have single-handedly made me believe in love. I love how Gwyn Ap Nudd may be the ancient leader of the wild hunt and yet he’s still a good “man” who shows kindness to Mark, and has honour. I wish everyone was like Gwyn. My favourite part of this freaking book was Gwyn being all cute and shy to Diana when he asks her on a date. Adorable!

* Diana’s back story. She deserves the entire freaking world, I hope she’s able to sort it out with the clave, I don’t want it to be used against her in the future. And I’m so glad she found someone like Gwyn who likes her and doesn’t care that she was born in a man’s body.

* The gayness in this book + the LGBTQ+ representation. We loving raging bisexuals, lesbians, gays, pansexuals + transgender peeps. AND I STAN A WOKE AUTHOR

* Lol all I could think of when kit, ty and livvy went to blackthorn manor was how it was originally the lightwood’s house and thus the worm house. All that was going through my head was HAH ITS THE WORM HOUSE

* Freaking mark + kieran’s language, + post-faerie talk + actions (if that makes sense). Like when Mark was staring distrustfully at the garden gnome, equally parts hilarious and cute

* Emma’s talk, easy-going nature: she reminds me of will lowkey and wow I’M CRYING AGAIN. Her ability to difuse tension in situations and her wit made me enjoy this book so much more. Maybe she even reminds Jem of his parabatai aw.

* TIBERIUS BLACKTHORN AND CHRISTOPHER HERONDALE AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP. THE END

* The poetry that was Julian’s feelings and words towards Emma. It was beautiful, and he’s such a soft boi. Especially when he talked about how they were made from the same stardust, how freaking adorable!!

THINGS I DISLIKED:

* How believable it was that the cohort was plausible and full of facists and bigots, I bloody hated Zara Dearborn (to the point of swearing at my book). Its too realistic that a group like that can exist within the nephilim, and how it can exist in the real world. I read fantasy books to escape reality, and suddenly I feel so attacked by these characters. If I wanted this bullcrap I’d just read the news omg. (how do you make me feel this way cassandra)

* People (namely bridget) being rude to my girl Dru about her weight, she cute and curvy

* Dru lying to Jamie about her age, well not exactly lying but hiding it from him. I kind of just wish she had let him know who she was. I mean I get that she wants to be treated like an older person and not as a baby but ughhhh.

* FREAKING LIVVY DYING OFC AND PUTTING HER LIFE ON THE LINE LIKE THAT. I knew this part was coming and yet I still sobbed and dampened the pages with my freaking tears. I know that it was in Livvy’s nature to stand up and go to help her brother like that, but it doesn’t make it any better. Ty’s reaction as well, after he just agreed to be her parabatai. It was just after their family got reunited also :(. It kills me that to Julian its like he’s lost his own daughter, his baby sister and when he was cradling her and calling out for her to wake up :((((((( But then I think of how Livvy said that legend has it, when the clock chimes the hour the gates of heaven open for a moment. Livvy died when the clock chimed the hour + now I know that she’s up there at peace

* The fact that at the ending, Kit still doesn’t know what’s happened to Livvy, he just thinks something bad has happened in the chamber

* NOW THAT I’M REREADIng I know that Julian thinking about future life watching everyone growing up with Emma by his side is not gonna happen bc livvy is dead and it cuts my heart out at the hope he has that his family will be happy and reunited and safe

* I thought at first that Christina was a pretty boring character, kind of there to be able to patch up the loose ends and hold the team together but in hindsight, she’s pretty freaking incredible and I think this book more so shows that off and her qualities, than Lady Midnight does. It's a freaking talent to be that understanding and empathetic, her ability to do that beyondddd impressed and shook, kind of like how Keiran is feeling about her

* I don’t like hOW MUCH I FEEL sorry for Malcolm, He was so warped and caught up in his love, his need for vengeance, his hate and grief to be able to mourn Annabel, let go of the past and move on. I mean I’d have a pretty tough time doing that too but how his love for her eventually killed him was so awful. I couldn’t believe it the first time I read that part.

* How Annabel killed Robert, his death was like meh at first, okay. But at the same time, Alec’s reaction broke my heart + he was going to help Emma and Julian!! I don’t know if he had the time to start preparing for her exile but probably not and now the next inquisitor probably won’t react the same way

STILL 5/5 OVERALL, I LOVE THIS BOOK SO MUCH.

[inscmniac]

taejae💘

ship meme : taejae edition.

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation: jaesung. i feel like he’s more impulsive when it comes to that and, besides, taemin is a cat person, pls. on top of that, he’s not too crazy about having a pet. it’s much more expected of him to bring a random baby/child and be like HEY HELLO YES I ADOPTED THIS HUMAN I’M A DAD NOW. 

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them: jaesung. taemin despises having his picture taken and despises having to take pictures of others, so this would rile him up beyond belief. GET THAT CAMERA AWAY FROM ME, BAK. I SWEAR TO GOD. BAK. I WILL BREAK IT. I. WILL. BREAK. IT.

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy: jaesung grwobgwr i think he’s more prone to being zany?? i don’t think taemin would actually put a crazy amount of effort into making jaesung laugh. you know that he doesn’t do stuff the conventional way, so doing stupid shit and making a fool of himself to make someone else happy? no. no, thank you. but when jaesung does it, he laughs quietly and tells him that he’s dumb but his mood always improves.

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them: taemin. and not because he expects jaesung to be scared and cling to him because of that. taemin has nightmares and seeing gore and carnage on the screen only makes it worse for him, since it triggers his surpressed memories. however, whenever they’re voting on a movie to watch during movie night, taemin always goes for a horror one bc he knows jaesung will always be there to hold his hand under a blanket or hold him in a way that others can’t see. plus, he always has an excuse to crawl into bed with jaesung after a scary movie.

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them: taemin. i mean pls, he has his nose buried in his math problems most of the time and always complains about being too busy and having a lot to study. and jaesung is the one who’s constantly distracting his nerd.

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated: taemin. mostly because he reaaaaaally hates texting and he never replies to anyone’s messages on time, so when he really wants to talk to jaesung, he just facetimes him. plus, he loooves seeing his stupid face ok.

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do: taemin storms out and leaves jaesung behind to cry ( or not ). this is mostly because anger quickly consumes him but he doesn’t want to say something too horrible or physically hurt him, so most of the time he bolts the fuck away and probably goes somewhere to fuck shit up and cry by himself until he’s stone cold again. 

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows: both. they have sleeping problems so they stay up together and watch a couple of different shows. sometimes when jaesung falls asleep during an episode, taemin continues to watch it but then watches it again with jaesung next time.

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky: taemin. he generally looooves biting jaesung everywhere. poor jaesung probably always has at least one bite mark from taemin somewhere on his body. but biting his ear and whispering and moaning into it? he lives for that shit. 

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car: jaesung. i feel like he’s more playful and more likely to tease taemin and do random shit just to get a reaction out of him because tae’s reactions are priceless.

who has more fun decorating the house during holidays: jaesung. taemin loves having his house looking nice and decorated and appropriate during holidays but he finds the entire process nerve-wrecking because everything needs to be organized and well thought out and just the way he sees it in his head. this is why i think jaesung has more fun with it and gets into the whole holiday spirit easier - taemin is just like THIS IS ONLY A BIG FUCKING RESPONSIBILITY I HATE THIS GOD I HAVE TO GO BUY PRESENTS AND DO ALL SORTS OF STUPID SHIT HFLEFEFEL I JUST WANNA SIT DOWN AND SHUT DOWN PLEASE SPARE ME *has his 305th mental breakdown*

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other: taemin. can jaesung shut up even when he’s mad ?? but listen taemin can easily cut ties with people in his life and never speak to them again. when it comes to jaesung, it’s different. he won’t speak to him for an hour and then he’ll get over himself just to tell him that he’s an irritating dumbass who makes him want to tear his hair out.

who plays with the others’ hair more: taemin. he’s more likely to do subtle things like that. besides, he doesn’t enjoy having people play with his hair a lot. he might let jaesung do it sometimes, but it makes him shiver and flinch and he does nooot enjoy it. but?? tugging on his hair???? do that.

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored: jaesung. i think he really loves to bother taemin and ask for his attention and i feel like this is mostly when taemin’s studying or watching something online and not paying attention to his needy roommate oops. 

who tries to kiss the other as often as they can: taemin. shocker. but he reeeeally loves kissing. all types of it. he’d be fine with staying in bed and lazily kissing all day while it’s cold and raining outside. though, sometimes he is like… am i suffocating him? does he really want to kiss me? so he goes a long time without initiating kisses and waits for jaesung to be the one to do it. tbh he doesn’t kiss him directly all the time but he loves getting only inch away from jaesung’s mouth and just staying there in order to see who’s going to be the first one to give in.

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up: jaesung. probably does it on purpose because he knows taemin won’t be able to resist him and will lean in in order to bite his pouty lip gently.

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up: both initiate it. and i feel like both of them do it at the most inappropriate times? like, jaesung ?? 100% allowed to drive him mental while he’s doing homework and request for him to do him instead lmao. taemin has this weird thing where he loves to tease him when they’re in front of other people ?? like, movie night would be the perfect opportunity for him to play with jaesung bc he’s an asshole. also, @cash never let them in your pool/hot tub bc taemin will press against jaesung and try some freaky shit. he’s also always looking for ways to spice it up bc he’d rather kill himself or jaesung or both than have their sex life become boring. taemin is the one who walks away when he gets jaesung riled up too. pardon my french in the following sentence but he lives for grinding against him until he’s hard and then leaving, denying him orgasms and edging him HE’S AN ASSHOLE OK BUT that’s a huge turn on for him. he may be a bottom but he’s a power bottom who knows what he’s doing.

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one: jaesung forgets it and taemin carries it. this is because taemin never forgets his shit. he checks whether he has everything twelve times before leaving the house. i think that even when jaesung forgets it, taemin is like oh guess you’re going back home to grab it now, what a shame. and he lets him turn around and head home or somewhere to buy a new umbrella and then he screams out I BROUGHT IT, YOU DICKHOLE. and ofc taemin carries it because jaesung is taller than him and taemin is like I’M WET BC OF YOU CAN YOU EITHER HOLD THAT SHIT LOWER OR I CAN BREAK YOUR LEGS. and basically taemin smacks jaesung’s head with the umbrella a lot. sometimes on purpose but most of the time because he’s short and too lazy to raise his arm more.

who demands showering first in the mornings: taemin. he has a strict morning routine and he has to do it every single morning or else he’ll die. he’s really slow so he generally needs more time to do shit and he has the reputation of being extremely punctual so he can never be late in his entire life. maybe once jaesung fooled him over and went to the bathroom first and taemin had a meltdown and was like NEVER AGAIN.

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings: jaesung. and taemin’s reaction to it depends on what exactly he needs to do after it and where he needs to be. if it’s not a busy morning for him, he definitely chooses to have fun with the other but when he’s in a hurry, he teases him and leaves him in the shower with blue balls and is like SO LONG SUCKA. he sometimes also wakes up feeling suuuuper annoyed and self-conscious so that’s when he’s like… leave me the fuck alone. probably gets out and waits naked in their room for jaesung to finish so that he can get ready in peace.

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games: taemin prefers riding the roller coasters and jaesung prefers playing the games. taemin is a much quieter person and holds all of his emotions in so roller coasters are one of his favorite things in the world because he gets to scream his lungs out and let out all of his emotions at once. besides, he finds games boring most of the time and is a sore loser.

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond: jaesung. i feel like jaesung does that because taemin is a sloth and it takes him a lot to reply but he also does it when taemin randomly doesn’t come home after midnight and he knows he’s all alone. taemin doesn’t text him in that situation, he always calls and yells at him lol.

who always forgets to charge their phone overnight: taemin. that’s why he always whines about his battery being extremely low during the day and asks people for a charger. but he needs to have his phone in his bed at night and needs to play with it until he falls asleep or else he’ll die. he also needs it right next to his head so that he’d hear the alarm go off in the morning - again, he’d rather die than be late for something.

who comes up behind the other and slides their hands into their back pockets: jaesung. this is mostly because taemin has a perfect butt that needs to be appreciated glwjhogw. one of his favorite things is when he’s kissing a guy who’s taller than him and that dude slides his hands in his back pockets and grabs his booty in a way that he pulls him up a lil?? and tae’s on his tiptoes with his hands in his hair !! he loooves that. and it doesn’t matter that they’re friends, whenever he and jaesung are cuddling at night, he sort of guides his hand down bc he lives for booty grabs bc he generally loves feeling smaller and that entire thing kinda says you’re mine in his head and he’s into that so.

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can: jaesung. this is because i want a lot of taejae backhugs and taemin is sorta smol for it to be as enjoyable for them as it would be if jaesung was the one hugging taemin. 

who is louder and who constantly has to tell the other to be quiet: jaesung is definitely louder and he talks all the time, we all know that. taemin doesn’t tell him to be quiet, he tells him to shut the fuck up. sometimes he’s genuinelly annoyed and sometimes he just says it in hopes that jaesung will reply with shut me up so that he could yk… punch him in the mouth… iM KIDDINGHGOIWAGHBWEGO

[7deer-ofthe-dawn7]

Tag!

Tagged by @swaggyt-enthusiast​ !

Rules: You must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

THE LAST 1.Drink: Tap water lol 2.Phone call: Parents 3.Text message: a group chat with 2 friends 4.Song you listened to: Medals by Luhan (ofc) 5.Time you cried: a long time ago? I don’t think I cry much?

6.Dated someone twice: yes and no? complicated?  7. Been Cheated on: Not exactly 8.Kissed someone and regretted it: No 9.Lost someone special: Yeah 10.Been depressed: ah... 11.Gotten drunk and thrown up: No way!!

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: Black, white, red IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… 15.Made new friends: A lot of new ones!! 16.Fallen out of love: Yes... 17.Laughed until you cried: Yes bc my friends are nuts 18.Found out someone was talking about you: Yeah but all good things (I hope no one is saying something negative?) 19.Met someone who changed you: Yes 20.Found out who your true friends are: We’re getting there 21.Kissed someone on your Facebook list: No 22.How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Most? But a lot I just met recently because I’m searching for college roommates but I haven’t seen them in person yet 23.Do you have any pets: I HAD a goldfish for 6 days... otherwise... do the 2 cats that wander into my yard count? Cloudy and Professor Orange?? 24.Do you want to change your name: Yes but I don’t know what to 25.What did you do for your last birthday: Ate with friends, got bubble tea and went to an art museum 26.What time did you wake up: Usually I wake up at 7 on days off. Sometimes later but I never sleep later than 8 or 9 27.What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping. Some of my friends were out clubbing tho lol 28.Name something you cannot wait for: Going to college! I’m super excited 29.When was the last time you saw your mother: Half an hour ago 30.What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish I grew up learning Chinese. It’s hard because I was adopted so I didn’t grow up around it like my other Chinese friends did 31.What are you listening to right now: Let Out the Beast by EXO M (I’m making myself emo) 32.Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I think so? I only know one Tom. I think he has anger issues 33.Something that is getting on your nerves: Certain... people. I don’t get annoyed easily but... 34.Most visited website: Tumblr or YouTube 35.Elementary: Finished 36, High School: I’m graduating in June!! 37.College: Almost!! 38.Hair color: Black... it’s never touched bleach or dye but we’ll see about that when I’m in college haha 39.Long or short hair: Pretty short. It was an undercut but it’s growing out. 40.Do you have a crush on someone: No 41.What do you like about yourself: I like my eyes and my hands lol 42.Piercings: Just one on each ear 43.Blood type: B 44.Nickname: V, Vic, Vivi, mom 45.Relationship status: Single :’) 46.Zodiac sign: Virgo 47.Pronouns: Male pronouns 48.Favorite tv show: I don’t watch much TV but I do like Ancient Aliens when I’m bored haha 49.Tattoos: None but I’d like to get something on my forearms  50.Right or left hand: Right

FIRST… 51.Surgery: None 52.Piercing: Ears when I was in 5th grade 54.Sport: I’m good at anything with running... but that’s it so I’ve never actually played a recreational sport... Unless you count soccer in the yard with my dad a sport 55.Vacation: Florida? When I was 5? or maybe NYC? 56.Pair of trainers: No idea

MORE GENERAL… 57.Eating: I just ate chocolate. My favorite foods involve meat, noodles and spicy stuff 58.Drinking: Water. I wish I had bubble tea 59.I’m about to: do my art homework 61.Waiting for: waiting to wake up inside (lol I’m not funny) 62.Want: cats, good relationships, a solid future 63.Get married: maybe someday in the future? I’m only 17 I’m not really worried right now! 64.Career: Ehh something with art? Writing? Music? Anything creative 65.Hugs or kisses: Hugs 66.Lips or eyes: Eyes!! 67.Shorter or taller: Either 68.Older or younger: Either 70.Nice arms or nice stomach: Stomach? But I don’t think it really matters 71.Sensitive or loud: sensitive but loud when I’m comfortable 72.Hook up or relationship: Relationship!!! 73.Troublemaker or hesitant: Maybe a happy medium? Or know when either is appropreate

HAVE YOU EVER… 74.Kissed a stranger?: No 75.Drank hard liquor?: No 76.Lost glasses contact/lenses?: I don’t wear either 77.Turned someone down?: Sort of 78.Sex on first date?: I’m a virgin and no 79.Broken someone’s heart?: Yeah.. 80.Had your heart broken?: Yeah 81.Been arrested?: No! 82.Cried when someone died?: Yeah 83.Fallen for a friend?: Well people are friends usually before they start dating so yes DO YOU BELIEVE IN… 84.Yourself?: I’m trying my best to!! 85.Miracles?: Miracles exist but in all honesty they’re really just slim chances. But not always impossible if you work hard enough!! 86.Love at first sight?: Idk? 87.Santa Claus?: Ok I still believed in Santa up until like middle school. Not bc I wanted him to be real but bc i wanted Rudolph to be real and i sincerely believed that my Rudolph stuffed animal came alive every Christmas to help Santa. I was a weird kid ok. 88.Kiss on the first date?: I don’t think so but maybe? 89.Angels?: Maybe? I’m not too religious

OTHER…. 90.Current best friend’s name: I don’t have just one... but my mini squad is Ak and Jun and my art squad has Al, Haley, Julie, Nan, and sometimes Jordan even though she dropped the class  91.Eye color: Warm orange-brown (a euphemism for poopy brown) 92. Favourite movie: The Grand Budapest Hotel, Studio Ghibli movies

I don’t think I have 20 people to tag but this is close enough!

@chogiwapark @baekhyunsboo @3ouncesofwhoopass @forever-dasha @official-lightsticks

[futuremeyouarewelcome]

002 im trying

i shouldnt be forcing myself to do this cause i said i wouldnt write if i didnt want to, but i havent written anything this week and i feel like i should write at least once a week or this would be pointless

i bet 50% of that sentence was grammatically wrong but its past midnight and im writing and listening to game grumps at the same time, didnt know my brain could handle this much

im definitely going to edit this ten times after i post it (i paused the video tho)

SO i had a pretty good week, not a productive week, but a good week my body (mostly my stomach) is w a y better, so my head is way better now

im still struggling to follow my diet i dont hate the diet, d e f i n i t e l y dont hate it cause i think this is the happiest i've felt about my body since i started paying attention to how it looked (puberty) and i've always hated my body, sometimes REALLY hated it to the point i would not go out somewhere cause none of my clothes looked good on me, and i think i was fairly young things like this happened, and this "problem" probably and almost certainly influenced many aspects of my life (yeah THAT, exactly what u thinking about), cause im always thinking "oh im strong, i dont give a fuck about what other think (appearance wise)", but giving a fuck about what others think is basically all i do so... not good. im still think the same, but less about appearance and more about how i talk, i guess, how im behaving towards people, if im being rude or saying something stupid, and i think thats good, im way aware of what im talking right now that i was like 3 years ago (when i was 17, yeah lets not talk about that right now :) ). BUT YEAH, my diet, not feeling it 100% right now, i was thinking maybe taking it slower right now cause of college and doing not exercise at all, and really go back at full capacity when my classes are over, cause my objective with this diet is at least go to the pool with my family and wear a bikini and not want everyone to go blind cause they're seeing my body (healthy, i know) and the ultimate goal is to go to the b e a c h, where theres a million people by the end of the year :) i think i can do it! :D

right now i just want my classes to end so i can go and see my friends and family without having to be constantly thinking about something i have not done for some class or some test i have to study to thats all i want haha i need to make a list about the things i wanna write about doing it now that 'i was 17' is a good one self-esteem (or my lack of uuhuhhhhhhh) do i have depression? my parents (thanks Amanda for this one) social skills motivations things i like about myself (this may be same as the self-esteem dk) positivity  music!!!!!!(+fandoms)

thats it i guess i'll come up with more later in the week hopefully now i have to sleep cause i have to GET SHIT DONE, cause i (i was gonna say "i hate" but, hear me first) dont hate working in groups, i think its really great cause u all working on the same thing to get to the same objective, BUT thats not the case for me right now, i feel like the people in my groups (even if im the only one reading this i dont like to name people when im talking shit about them lol) in my classes are... idk... they just d o n t  d o  the stuff they're supposed to do and im like "????????? u know ur grade depend on this project?!?!?!?!!", and i ended up feeling like im the only one doing all the job, i try thinking like 'oh, thats fine i will do all the work, cause questions about this work are on tests im gonna be the only one who knows how to solve them, so fuck it im doing it all by myself', and this DID legit happen this semester, but this behavior pisses me off so fucking much, like its a GROUP project not a one-person-does-everything-and-the-rest-of-the-group-gets-the-grade project -_- and the WORST part is that i even feel bad if i've done something wrong or not good enough, BUT I SHOULDNT cause thats not my fault cause i did it all by myself!!! they don't revise the finished project to see if theres something wrong. i hate it, i hate it so much also, cause i highly respect my professors (even when they arent good haha), cause i need Validation, and i want them to think im a good student, so i try to get high grades (says the person that did absolutely nothing this week ;) ) so they dont think im going to college just to get a degree and get the fuck out, i want them to think that im interested and want to learn, bUT if keep making "bad projects" how am i to achieve that????? im only one person doing what 5 people should be doing and ofc im naive and idiot and im like "no thats fine :))))))))))))))))))))) theres no problem in my group ::::::)))))))))))" cause i haTE CONFLICT ;-; i just want everybody to like me, that all thats the moral of this all

ok, enoughhhhhh see, thats why i shouldnt write just once a week haha and im just stopping cause its like 1am and my brain is like i cccant...eeennngl...ish....pls...st..o..p

ok brain, rest u gonna go through some shit this week be ready :)

ps: had a great time with Iris this week, i missed her :< didnt have my ice cream tho haha AND also a great time with my family last night, and today actually :D :D pss: im obsessed with game grumps again :-) save me@god but pls dont its great i love them protect them a lot thank u

psss(lol): i was re-reading the last post, i said i wanted to talk about me being by myself A LOT and if im an extrovert or not , so 2 more for the list.

[singeramg]

Midnight: Chapter 7

Pairing: Clark Kent- Superman/ Metahuman! Black! OFC

Warnings: Still angsty.

A/n: I was going to wait to post this until next week but naw lol Here is chapter 7!

CATCH UP HERE!

Midnight: Chapter 7

I felt the plane descending and soon I was grateful for the feeling of solid, non war torn ground underneath me. I had stopped crying a long time ago and resolved to go home on a high note. I conjured a brush and made sure my hair didn’t look like a rats nest as best I could without my coconut oil and my tried and true detangling comb. It went back into a high ponytail.  I came back out of the room as the hatch to the plane opened for us to get out. 

“Hey Gia the team is going out for a drink! Wanna come with us?”

Barry offers and I knew he was just glad to be included. I walked over to the team, noting Clark’s absence.

“Sorry guys but I can’t. I promised someone special ice cream and seeing as my lovely sitter hasn’t called me crying I think I’ll pass before it all goes bad. It’s been awesome to let Midnight out to play.”

I was surprised to feel disappointment from all of them. I was touched but I knew I had to stick to my original plan, besides I didn’t know if they invited Clark to their little outing and he just zipped home to get out of his get up or not. 

“Maybe you should let her out more often. Need more women like us in the field.” Diana says.

“ Maybe. For now though. I think it’s best if I lay low. Stay safe.”

I waved and shifted to become invisible because I wanted no one to see where I was going...

The train ride back to my apartment was long, with all the stops and whatnot it was twice as long as the chauffeured car I had to get to Metropolis. I made it home, grateful that Kalen was still down the hall because I had time to get out of my clothes and take a hot shower. All of the soreness hit me like a freight train, I quickly realized I had used muscles that hadn’t been worked out properly in a while. I laughed as I knew that if Clark knew how out of shape I was then he would have my ass in a sling. Working out would be an understatement if he thought I wasn’t prepared to defend myself. The laugh quickly turned into tears and I allowed only a few to fall before I shook my head to stop them and got out of my shower.

*Flashback* -5 years ago

    “You will end up exhausted and defeated if that is your fighting strategy.”

    “Excuse me mister ‘ I get my strength from the Sun’. All of us aren’t so lucky.”

Clark looks down at me from his spot hovering over me as I laid on the grass, panting from running up the side of a mountain that Clark had flown us to. I can tell he is highly amused at the state of my pain. His gym shorts and old t-shirt looks hardly disturbed, not even sweating, and he had long since put his baseball cap in my bag for safe keeping. He had only worn it while flying to avoid detection cameras seeing his face.

      “ Hey you asked for this. I already told you if you want out to the public to help them, you need to be ready.”

     “My powers are growing every day.”

   “Exactly but you still need your endurance and strength.” He says almost exasperated, or at least as much as he could sound. 

    “You see this is on that bullshit.” 

Clark smiles at me and offers me his hand. I let him pull me up. He was used to my foul language by now. I bent down and grabbed a bottle of water from my small book bag. I was ready to come out of the blue tank top and black yoga pants. It was hot as the sun shines down on the hill we had run up together to stand on top of. 

    “Gia you know as well as I do this is necessary.”

    “My power...”

    “ I don't want you to rely on it. Gia please don’t fight me on this. If I take you on the field with me I need you to keep yourself safe. You’ve come too far for you to endanger your life by not being prepared. Besides who else am I going to get my free coffee from in the mornings.”

I laughed while sitting the bottle down. 

   “I knew only kept me around for the free Coffee.” 

I was working as a barista at a local coffee shop around the corner from the Daily Planet. It had been a few months since Clark had rescued me and helped me get back on my feet. We rode into town together and he mostly always made sure I made it home again. I had been in a bad way once he saved me, but he hadn’t given up on me. Neither him or his mother had ever treated me badly. Even his girlfriend Lois had been nice to me and treated me with the dignity I felt I lost over the years. Some things still scared me, like Men walking too close, loud noises, etc.

I had gotten a job as soon as I could despite Clark and his mother Martha telling me to rest and get back on my feet. 

   “Gia I keep you around for a lot more than coffee. I hope you know that.”

He was looking at me and I felt the breeze flow over me, a slight relief from the hot sun that didn’t affect Clark in the slightest.

   “Sure you do. You don’t have to butter me up to get me to exercise.”

I laughed attempting to deflect the serious tone the conversation had taken but Clark didn’t let that happen. 

  “Really Gia I mean it. I think you underestimate how special you are.”

I ignored how tight my stomach felt, my heartbeat racing. 

For the last month or so I had begun developing feelings for Clark. I didn’t want to and I was sure this was some sort of transfer of emotions where I was bonding to my rescuer. Trauma bonds or some sort shit like that. I knew he loved Lois. The special smile he reserved for her wasn’t something I wanted to ruin for them. Clark deserves someone like Lois who had her shit together. Not some clusterfuck of a person who as of a handful of months ago didn’t even really know who she was. Besides, he was my best friend I couldn’t lose him, who else would I have?

  “If I could blush Clark I would be red. Now that you are done with the pep talk let’s finish this exercising-slash- murdering the trainee thing you’ve got me doing. I think Mrs. Kent promised to make her Meatloaf again and you know how I feel about her meatloaf.”

   “She hears you calling her Mrs. Kent instead of Martha she will have your head and there will be no Meatloaf for you. That and I will probably eat it all just to spite you.”

He jokes and starts running away from me as  I roll my eyes and go to hit his arm. Of course I can only catch him if he allows it but it’s good fun anyway.

Just like that Clark Kent was in my friend-zone again, exactly where I needed to keep him.

*End Flashback*

 I pulled on black yoga pants and a black sport bra, I was about to pull my shirt over my head when I felt the energy dynamics shift in my hallway. I flicked off my bathroom light as I heard the doorknob to my front door open to someone who clearly didn’t have a key. The ordered footsteps of trained and multiple men should have been silent but weren’t to me.

I shifted to be invisible, knowing my energy was low from a long day of fighting and tears worth of little to no practice, only fine tuning of my powers. I was for damn sure not about to be taken or killed by whomever this was. Fear gripped my heart as I realized my son was only down the hall. They could have been coming for him too. I thought I had the advantage of being invisible as I rounded the hallway to the living room. I didn’t count them having heat detection goggles. The force of 15 men in my apartment alone all aimed guns directly at me. An invisible shield that would ricochet any bullets went up but I held my hands up anyway. Stray bullets put my son in danger.

 “Property number 578. We are here to bring you back to where you belong, science has more work on you yet. Easy or hard way Ms. Smith.”

  “Nah I think I rather not. Tell whoever you work for to go fuck themselves.”

   “Hard way it is then.”

It was a quick hand motion but it was all I needed as a heads up. The guns went off loud and banging against the shield. Bouncing off and striking some of them down, the rounds ended and I wasn’t prepared for the rush of someone's body slamming into mine. The bodily force knocked me off my feet and we crashed into a wall, or better yet we went through it. They began punching whoever was on top of me, tossing them into the darkness of my apartment. I held my hand out, the electricity flying from the nearby light socket onto my hands. I shot it out tossing a few men back. I wasn’t going to  last very long even with borrowing energy from the building. I knew I had to get to my son, I could at least hold a force field for that long, maybe long enough to call for help. I blasted through the hallway, doing my best to toss up a field, but I knew it wasn’t as strong as it should have been. I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen and I yelled falling to the floor, not far from Ms. A’s door, my hand came away from my lower abdomen, blood staining it. With no time to think I tossed my hands up I held the strong field I could in front of us and the door. The lights flickering as I pulled power from the building. I was feeling faint but I couldn’t give up! I heard a growl of anger and started flying into walls and ceilings. 

   “All these men and one woman, bunch of pussies. Seems you are looking for a fight, I’m here to give it to y’all.”

Vision hazy, I saw Arthur minus his Atlantis uniform, fighting men like there was no tomorrow. A one man army of Alantian strength, the bullets and fists do not match against him. Quicker than I could see he had gotten rid of them and was hovering over me, knowing my son was safe I dropped my shield. 

   “Bruce get Barry over here NOW!”

   “K..Kalen. Protect Kalen”

Arthur held one hand against my bleeding abdomen, coughing and coughing.

  “Come on Gia relax for me. Stay calm Calvary is coming. You are losing a lot of blood. Where is Kalen?” He asked me to look around. The soft look on his face in direct contrast with the leather and long hair.

    “Apartment *cough* 2D *cough*”

Tears were streaming down my face as Barry came to a screeching halt in front of me.

  “Barry can you lift her? I need to get her boy.”

I started coughing more, wanting to yell for him to come out of the apartment but I didn’t have much of a voice. 

   “I can try. Not exactly the paragon of strength here.”

   “Bruce has everything she needs but if we don’t  stop the bleeding she doesn’t stand a chance.”

Barry presses his ear.

  “Bruce says he’s 10 minutes out.”

Barry leaves my side and comes back less than a second later with towels from my apartment. 

I felt him press down while Arthur goes to the Apartment I directed to him earlier, knocking. I was sure they wouldn’t open it for someone that looked like a shady looking biker. He waited a minute before he sighed and kicked it open. I heard yelling and a loud ding as apparently Ms. A hit him with something metal and kept hitting him.

  “Would you calm down your old bat?! Gia is right outside!!!!”

   “Who is Gia?! You won’t be taking us you damn heathen!”

  “Kalen’s mom. She’s hurt in the hallway, and would you stop hitting me with that damn pot! Clearly it’s not working.”

I tried to laugh but only succeeded in coughing up blood a little.

  “Arthur, she is not looking so hot out here.”

Ms. A’s head came around the door-frame, Kalen on her hip as his face was all red and covered with tears. 

  “Oh my god Tiffany!!!!” She came over to me, careful not to put her weight on me and not let Kalen do it either although he was screaming for me. 

  “Don’t let him see me like this. Get them out of here...”

I said with a raspy voice. Thankfully Bruce came down the hall, Diana in tow they heard my request.

  “I know you do not know us, but I promise we are here to help her. We will take you somewhere safe. Trust us.”

Ms. A gave my hand one last squeeze and let herself be led out by Diana. Bruce came hovering over me.

  “Gia I need you to stay conscious.” 

My side felt like it was on fire and I was confused as to how he knew I was sleepy.

  “Save Kalen.”

I was drifting out into even more confusion, but Bruce slaps me back into wakefulness.

  “We’ve got to get the bullet out. Barry and Arthur you are going to have to hold her still.”

He pulls out tools, I scream as they pierce the open wound in search of the bullet that was apparently still lodged in it.

   “Aghhhh!!!”

The scream caused several residents to open their doors in even more concern than the gunshots.

  “That was loud.” Barry says

  “That was just the tip of the iceberg. Last time I heard her yell, she shattered windows.” Bruce said.

 “We’ve got to get her to the plane and back to the compound.”

  “Gia?! What happened to her?” I didn’t have it in me to be frustrated with his arrival. It was comforting to me to hear his voice. He was dressed normally, which surprised me because he never shows any of his powers in street wear.

  “Cc..l..Clark.” 

  “Ssshhh. Gia it’s okay.” His voice was gentle and he wipes the tears off my face with one hand.

   “She is bleeding internally. She is already healing but not fast enough. I’ll have to cauterize the area. It will be enough to stabilize her.”

  “Gia hold on to my hand.”

I grabbed it with our fingers interlinking, some of his energy flowing into me from our direct contact. His eyes began to glow red and shot into my abdomen, I screamed bloody murder causing the doors the rattle on their frames, surprisingly I didn’t pass out. 

  “Let's get her out of here.” Bruce comes over to lift me but Clark just pulls me up into his arms.  I fall into the comfort of his smell and the warmth of his embrace. 

I was certain I would never experience this again, especially when all hell was about to break loose...

A/N: Now that Gia almost died, will she be more willing to give Clark a listen? 

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