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THE RACE TO WEDDING BELLS ❤︎︎

CHAPTER 1: THE SIMPLETON; YOU.

"accept calls from strangers."

❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years passed, Bakugo realized he was the last among his class to tie the knot. As the days grew colder, and the nights became lonelier. Bakugo finds the desire to get married, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. At least he has his trustee secretary!

implied fem reader, aged-up! Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, suggestive wording and content

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You are a hard-working citizen, you are straightforward, diligent, focused, and most of all. You don’t take anyone’s shit.

Since a young age, you harbored grand aspirations of collaborating with the renowned hero Dynamight. Even during your high school years, witnessing the fledgling hero proclaims his ambition to become the top hero to millions of viewers on live national television deeply resonated with you.

He was a hero you admired deeply, whether that was in combat or in any other position.

Driven by an intense desire to be in close proximity to the fiery and passionate hero, you applied yourself with unwavering diligence. Night after night, you immersed yourself in rigorous study, methodically reviewing each cue card until the ink was exhausted and the pencils were rendered brittle from the forceful strokes onto your notebook.

Before you knew it, you graduated college majoring in hero analysis with a minor in communications.

the first few years after college were hard, without any significant connections, you had little to no experience beforehand to get any major positions in well-affiliated agencies.

Pizza for breakfast and granola bars for dinner, staying up for days and sleeping fewer nights. Going to countless amounts of interviews, passing trial after trial.

yet denied, denied, denied.

you began to lose hope, you felt that all the hard work you did was for nothing. You were fearful of the eventual future set in place for you. A dead-end office job at some random corporate office that could barely pay the bills, "comfortable" housing, and an urge to die because you never lived up to your expectations.

On a rain-soaked day in Japan, a biting chill permeated the air as the relentless downpour battered your umbrella, the droplets cascading off its surface with effortless ease. As you made your way from yet another failed interview, the weight of repeated rejection hung heavily upon you.

This time, however, you didn't feel particularly upset about it. The hero's demands were simply unreasonable, and you had no intention of acquiescing to such outlandish requests. After all, the hero's accomplishments were hardly noteworthy and their reputation was far from impressive. Barely reaching the top 100 rated heroes in Japan, he wasn’t worth any second of your time.

With a resigned sigh, you trudged out into the bustling streets of Japan, surveying the sea of faces before you with a critical eye. Among the throngs of people passing by, you observed carefree children strolling hand in hand with their parents, and trendy teens sporting high-waisted shorts and fishnet stockings, flaunting their disregard for the curfew that surely awaited them.

The distinction between the two groups of people made you notice something…you either abide by the rules or defied them.

So then what were you?

You were the simpleton of course, sadly...

Like so many others trudging along these rain-soaked streets, you found yourself caught up in the unrelenting hustle to secure a job that would never truly fulfill you. Your expression was weighed down by the burden of this unending search, with a heavy heart and a growl in your stomach. you absentmindedly made your way into a nearby ramen shop.

the chill of the rain subsides to the warm embrace of the restaurant. Bustling voices of citizens and the loud clanks of kitchenware. you were greeted by the workers and you bowed. setting your things down at an absent table, you look over to the ordering tablet. clicking a couple of buttons, you ordered your meal. Before you could sulk in your seat, your phone buzzes.

Jolting in surprise, you pick up the phone to read the contact name:

UA WORKFORCE CORP.

Your eyes lit up with unbridled joy as a rush of adrenaline surged through your body. The reason for this sudden surge of excitement was none other than the prospect of being selected as a trainee with UA Corporations, whether it be through the prestigious school or one of the legendary hero agencies affiliated with it.

It all began last year when you submitted your application, and the possibility of this dream finally becoming a reality now had you feeling electrified.

Around a couple of months, you've passed through multiple rounds of other people who have applied for the position. Interview after interview, test after test, you knew that if you got the job you'd be on the track that led you to your dream.

"hello!" you said excitedly.

"yes, hello, is this l/n y/n?" a woman says on the other end of the line. You quickly confirm your identity with the woman. "hello there, I'm here to give you acknowledgment of the results of the final round pick for the UA CORP. affiliates position." the woman's voice rang through your phone, heart beating fast...breath staggered your reply.

"y-yes?" you stuttered.

"Yes, l/n, I'm sorry to inform you--"

[CALL ENDED]

With a swift press of a button, you ended the call, throwing your phone onto the table you sit in silence. tears began to stream down your face as you lowered your head to the table. Your body was wracked with sobs, each tear that fell causing your breath to catch in your throat.

why are you not good enough?

As the weight of reality bore down on you, your tears flowed even harder, your throat constricting as you tried to swallow. Was all your hard work for so reason? Are your dreams non-attainable? Is this just not the past you're destined to take?

After a moment, you sat back up in your seat, heedless of the tears and makeup staining your white button-down shirt. With red-rimmed eyes, you reached for your phone and began to scroll through Google, determined to find some sort of solution to the crushing blow you had just been dealt.

'office jobs near me.'

biting your lip, you try and stop your lip from quivering. you felt as if you were destined for despair since you were a child.

Like so many others, you too idolized heroes when you were young, running around your house with makeshift masks and capes that resembled the same heroes you watched on TV. Full of youthful hope and possessing a fairly decent quirk, you dreamed of one day joining the ranks of these legendary figures.

Fast forward a few years, and you found yourself in middle school. After a long day of classes, you trudged your way back home, collapsed onto your bed, and drifted off into a deep sleep, ready to take on whatever the next day had in store for you.

but the only thing is, you didn't wake up.

you didn't wake up for another three days to be exact. when you finally awoke in the hospital, your parent broke the news to you. You seemed to catch a very rare parasite, this parasite can leave the host sickly with fever, very drowsy, and worst of all...

quirkless.

The following week at school, you shared the news with your classmates: you were essentially quirkless now. But instead of receiving words of encouragement and hope, you found yourself labeled an outcast by everyone around you.

"the girl who lived, but at the cost of her quirk."

Years later, the news still shook you to your core, and you couldn't help but feel stunned. present day, you've noticed that you could still use your quirk from time to time. around 10 times a year, your quirk would come and go in little spurts. but as time grew long, you became accustomed to not using it for a long time, so you never did.

so now here you were, alone, quirkless, and a soon to be slave to the corporate world.

cheeks stained with mascara, eyes red, and head pounding, you look over to the ordering tray, sliding out the hot ramen ready to be consumed.

"at least this ramen can make me feel better," you mumbled to yourself. Taking the large bowl from the tray, you set it out on the table and began to dig in. As you eat, you begin to scroll ok your phone looking for regular office jobs…

Manager at printing company? No.

Office associates needed at tech company? No.

Receptionist at steel company? No way.

Senior communications analyst? What?

Scroll, scroll, scroll.

Deny, deny, deny!

This can’t be your reality right? How are you going to break this down to your parents?

Deep in thought, you didn’t even realize that someone slid in your booth. Tapping away on your phone, you open your messages.

Group chat: Mom & Dad

you: hanging in there! So close!

letting out a sigh, you open the camera app. Looking at the screen you see yourself, torn up from the floor up. Eyes a faint pink contrasting from the red they were a few moments beforehand. Pressing your lips together into a line, you quickly tap your screen to flip your camera.

Flipping your camera, you stare at the screen. A man appears on the other side, as he looks at the camera in embarrassment.

Eyes widening you gasp, “Excuse me, but there’s other seats around,” you try to sound as nice as possible, but why should you be nice if today hasn’t been so nice to you back?

The man was covered in black from head to toe, black hood on tight, as he looks at you. Black-shaded glasses and a matching face mask on him.

“Um, can I sit with you please?” He says.

Rolling your eyes, you become irritated, “no. now if you can please move–“

“Please, I can’t sit alone, people will notice me!” He whispers, body leaning in towards you, jolting backward, you frown in confusion.

“What?” You say, tone cold and filled with irritancy.

“Um…listen this is the only time I’ve got to myself, and I love this place! And if people see me alone then they’ll notice me, so can I just please sit with you?”

Blinking rapidly, you grew quiet.

Looking around, you see no one looking toward you or the mysterious man ahead of you. Looking back, you then sink into your seat. Grabbing your face with your hands, you soon let out a deep sigh.

“Sure, fuck it, go ahead, this day can’t possibly get any worse!” You laugh to yourself. This makes the man’s head tilt. “May I ask why your day is bad?” He says. Removing your hands from your face you give him a deadpan look. Licking your lips you sit up from your chair and grab your utensils.

Stirring your noodles around you let out a dry chuckle, “Let’s just say things never go the way I want them to—and there’s also a random man in front of my face when I could really like being alone at the moment…the small things.”

You say, sarcasm drenched with every word you spoke. This makes the man laugh, “Sorry your day has been shit.”

Leaning into his seat, you crossed his arms. “Maybe I can make your day better? Go ahead, have at me,” the man says.

Letting out an irritated sigh, you confess.

“The only thing that can make me happy at the moment, is if you can somehow give me a job at UA Corp.”

You chuckle, the utter impossibility of what you just said made it humorous. “Really?” The man says. “Really,” you replied back.

“I think I can do that,” he says, his tone relaxed and suave—he sounds as if he can in fact…do that.

“As if,” you snort.

“You wanna make it a bet?” He says, his tone was playful and a tad bit flirtatious. “I can get you to work for the top pro-hero’s in the country, all I need to do is make the call.” He says as every word falls off his tongue with no effort.

This peaks your interests.

“You don’t say?” you reply back.

“Who do you want to work for sweetheart? Just give me any name.” He says.

“Okay…Dynamight, I—I want to become a secretary! That’s the position!” You say, your tone desperate and hopeful.

The man smirks behind his mask, “Okay.” Pulling out his phone, he hands it to you. “Give me your number, you’ll be getting a call soon.” He says, biting your lip you grab the phone and do as he says.

You're well aware of the dangers of blindly accepting what strangers say; it's like common sense 101. And yet, here you are, drawn towards a man who's covered in black from head to toe. It's not the smartest move, but there's just something about him that makes you want to place your faith in him. You can't quite put your finger on it—maybe it's the intensity of his gaze, or the air of mystery surrounding him—but you can't help but feel a strange attraction towards him. It's a risky move, but sometimes you just have to trust your gut, even if it defies all reason.

“Do you promise?” You spoke softly, this earns a chuckle out of the man, “Of course! You’re making a deal with a god—not a devil.”

As you gaze into the stranger's dark eyes, you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. There's something about him that doesn't sit right, and whatever god he may or may not represent, he's not exactly acting like one. But despite your reservations, you continue to chat with him, and as the conversation flows, you begin to let your guard down. Eventually, you find yourself sinking back into your seat, pouting slightly as you polish off the rest of your meal. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's just something about this mysterious man that's drawing you in, despite all the warning signs.

You're not quite sure how to process the choices you've made, given how impulsive they were. It's not exactly the wisest decision to act on a whim fueled by intense emotions, but you simply didn't give a damn. Life's been pretty rough lately, and if things are already this bad, then why not make them even worse? That seems to be your thought process, as you ride the waves of your tumultuous feelings, consequences be damned.

throwing your utensils into the empty bowl, you gather your things and shuffle out of the booth. Standing before the mysterious man, you frown. "are you going to eat anything?" you ask.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna eat somewhere else...you've made me have a taste for something different." Soon, the man jumps out of his seat and walks away, brushing past your shoulder with ease.

Astonished, you look back and watch the man leave out the restaurant in a hurry.

What just happened?

for the rest of the day, you carried yourself through your regular routine. eat, think, cry, repeat. As day turned to noon, and noon falls to night...you grew anxious for a reply from the mysterious man you met earlier today. Heart pounding and blood running cold you sit in your apartment kitchen, your phone a couple of feet away from you on the kitchen counter. As you were sitting on the other side, the wooden chair creaked with every movement you made.

You didn't know what to think of the situation before you, looking around the apartment, the shadows grew as you fell deeper into the times of night. Looking at the clock, it read 10:39pm.

Letting out a sigh, you rise from your seat and grab your phone. you head into your bedroom, crashing onto your bed (that could be softer) you lay and stare at the ceiling.

"Is this my life now?" you questioned yourself.

You purse your lips and shut your eyes tight, hoping to drift off into slumber and escape the terrible day that's left you feeling like crap. Sleep seems like the perfect distraction—a chance to shut out the world and forget all the stress and negativity that's been weighing you down. With a deep breath, you try to clear your mind and let yourself sink into the warm embrace of sleep, hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.

RING RING RING RING

the sounds of your phone sound an alarm through your body, shooting up from your bed you scramble to your phone. breath staggered and heart pounding, grabbing the phone you read the contact number.

ANONONYMUS CALLER

eyeing the phone more, you read the time. 5:57am? It's way too early to be answering calls...but you knew this call could be important. Taking in a deep breath, you answer the phone.

"h-hello?" you say, you breathed hard onto the other end. Anticipating the voice on the other end of the phone. A moment has passed by, the phone still attached to your ear, you sit on your bed waiting for someone to speak.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" you ask again, you hear nothing but static on the other end. Swallowing your spit, you curse and begin to end the call.

"l/n, isn't it?" a familiar voice rang out, eyes widening you press your ear back onto the phone. "yes! This is she!" you softly exclaimed.

"you've got the job, I'm sending you the location of where you need to be...meet me there at 8:30am sharp not a minute before, not a minute after. Do you understand me?" the voice rang cold, monotone, and raspy.

your heart was jumping out of your skeleton at this point, unable to refuse, you complied. "Okay! Thank you again, for helping me...whoever you are," you say.

"Don't mention it, you'll know who I am, and soon everything will fall into place," maybe you were hearing things, but you could hear a twinge of humor in his tone.

before you could reply, the phone disconnected from the call. you couldn't believe it. "I'm working for Dynamight?" you say aloud, in disbelief. A smile etched onto your face, but you soon wiped it off.

Standing from your bed, you began to pace. "let's not celebrate now y/n, there are still many factors that need to be noticed..."

factors which are:

where is this location?

this could be a trafficking scam

you could be dead in a couple of hours

but what if it was real?

The power of belief was astounding—it seemed that the mere possibility of something being real outweighed all other considerations tenfold. Excitement bubbled up inside you as you prepared to head to the location, eagerly zooming around your room to fix your hair and makeup. You even practiced your best customer service voice, running through lines and mentally rehearsing how you would handle different scenarios. All that mattered was making a good impression, and the prospect of the unknown made your heart race with anticipation.

"How can I help you Mr. Dynamight?" "Your meeting is scheduled at this time Mr. Dynamight" "Would you like any coffee Mr. Dynamight?" you in your sweetest voice possible. Giggling in excitement you reach for the bottom drawer of your dresser. Pulling the drawer, you smile with excitement.

"The time has come, you're finally getting what you deserve." Looking down at the clothes before you, you planned on wearing this outfit for the first day on the job.

You expected to find your outfit covered in cobwebs when you pulled it out of the drawer, but to your surprise, it was in impeccable condition. Not a single wrinkle marred the pristine fabric, and there wasn't a single stain to be found. You had ironed and steamed everything to perfection, determined to look your absolute best. Your outfit was the epitome of sophistication - a classic white button-down paired with sleek black work pants and matching heels. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as you admired yourself in the mirror, ready to tackle whatever challenges lay ahead.

throwing your clothes on, you read the clock, 7:51am. eyes widening, you look at yourself in the mirror one last time before grabbing your things and rushing out the door.

flagging down a taxi, you hurriedly give the driver the location. your heart leaped from your chest once more when you read the location details on the screen.

DYNAMIGHT RIOT HERO AGENCY ©

this is seriously happening? you thought to yourself.

"you work there ma'am?" the taxi driver asks. a new rush of pride washes over you, "yes, I do...it's my first day." you say, a shy smile paints over your face. "congrats, I heard it's not so easy getting a job at places like that, my niece tried to work there but got denied after 2 years of interviews."

"wow," was the only word that could come out of your lips.

"how'd you get in? connections?" he pries. "um...you could say that, but I think I got here out of pure luck, you wouldn't believe it." You chuckle, the man smacks his lips at your reply, obviously upset at your success. Forming your mouth into an "oh," you sit back in your seat and look away from the man.

The silence between you and the man lingered awkwardly for what felt like an eternity, as the taxi sped on for the next 20 minutes. You were relieved to finally see the agency's headquarters looming up ahead, massive in size and bold in color. The building stood tall, almost like a skyscraper, with bright hues of red and orange radiating from its walls. Your eyes widened in amazement as you watched countless people streaming in and out of the entrance, going about their day-to-day business. As the taxi slowed to a stop, the driver tried to navigate his way toward the front of the building, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and nervousness at what lay ahead.

"Thank you!" before the taxi could even stop, you jump out of the vehicle. Throwing your total amount for the ride into the car, you slam the door and rush towards the building. Clutching your briefcase tight, you swallow the lump in your throat.

Before stepping forward, you feel your phone vibrate. It's another text from the man you met yesterday.

ANONYMOUS:

walk into the building and head straight into the right elevator by the bathroom, when you get in go to the 21st floor.

when you get there, there will be a front desk. ask for red. tell them your name, and they'll know who you are.

a lady will lead you into a room, wait there until further notice.

"Here goes nothing," putting the phone away you do as you were told and walk into the building. you were absolutely astonished by the size of the first floor, to the point where you became overwhelmed. businessmen and woman hustling to their destination, mascots dancing to the faint music, trying to stay on the beat but the sound of children screaming in amusement drown out the tempo. tour guides leading the way for curious visitors.

This place was a workplace war zone...

Letting your heels carry you away, you head towards said elevators. you waited patiently in line to enter the elevator. looking at the elevators, you look at the vinyl art on it. It's a picture of Dynamight and his partner Red Riot, fists in the air and victorious smiles shining bright you read the quote on the elevator.

"Work hard, grab victory by the throat, and win!"

Very Dynamight coded, you'll say.

Packing into the elevator like sardines, you notice there's an assistant there who presses the buttons. Do they seriously need a position like that here? "Floor 21 please!" you yell out. You notice the multiple workers give you an unreadable look, frowning you hang your head low in embarrassment.

After a good 2 minutes of waiting your turn, you finally reach your designated floor. squishing past the still rather large group of people, you take in a deep breath of fresh air. Holding your briefcase tight, you look back and thank the assistant.

"good luck, you'll need it," the assistant and everyone else in the elevator starts to burst into a fit of laughter. Confused, you were about to ask why but the elevator quickly closed. Adjusting your uniform, you bite the inside of your cheek.

"Don't let them get to you y/n, this is your dream," you reassure yourself, stepping towards the front desk. you see a lady, her mid-forties at least. typing rapidly at her computer. "Excuse me, ma'am," you say softly, you watch as the lady's typing comes to a swift halt.

"yes?" she says, rather rudely, still looking at her computer.

Blinking, a little bit held back from shock "Hi, I'm here to see Red? I-I'm l/n y/n." The lady soon lets out a chuckle, turning away from you, she opens up a drawer and pulls out a paper. Pulling at the paper, she grabs a pen and writes your name down and hands you a name tag sticker.

As you examined the sticker more closely, you couldn't help but cringe at its childish design. Tiny caricatures of pro-heroes adorned the borders of the "Hi, my name is!" label, and you felt a pang of embarrassment as you peeled it off and quickly slapped it onto the left side of your chest, right over your heart. It was a small gesture, but it hurt your pride to have to wear something so unprofessional.

"Please walk into that room over there...and also, word of advice, you should start wearing all black," the lady smirks, taking her hands and running them down her body. showing you that she is in fact, wearing all black. Looking down at your white shirt, you face heats up from your embarrassment. "may I ask why?" you say. The lady continues to do her work, not even giving you a look of acknowledgement.

Nodding, you give a polite bow and head into the waiting room. As you walk into the room, you're filled with shock. the room was quite large...but there was only one seat? Deadpan in the middle of the room, the metal chair sits unharmed. you laugh out of nervousness, the sight of the chair makes the embarrassment you felt merely seconds ago wash away.

Walking to the seat, you sit and patiently wait. The sound of the fluorescent lights buzzing, at the white noise, fills your eardrums. you quietly tapped your fingertips against your briefcase to the imaginary beat in your head. looking around, all you see is the grey carpeting and white walls, and the tv straight ahead of you.

You waited for a good 30 minutes in silence, distracting yourself on your phone as you waited, and waited, and waited. You constantly kept checking your messages, hoping for another anonymous message, but was left with a dry phone.

letting out a sigh, you frown. "is this some joke?" looking around the room, you spot a security camera behind you in the corner of the room. it's blinking red light flashing into your eyes, turning around you ponder to yourself.

"This must be a joke, that's why everyone has been laughing at me this whole time. I should've never came here," defeated, you began to gather your things. As you stood up to head for the door, the lights soon cut off. you let out a yelp, walking in the dark your hands extend out for the chair behind you, soon with a sigh you sit down. The tv you saw soon cuts on, a bright white screen shines and takes over the whole room.

"WELCOME L/N Y/N!" the screen says blankly, the text blinking on and off, if this was supposed to invoke excitement, it's doing the bare minimum. you stare at the screen and wait for anything else, but the screen soon goes black. another minute in the dark passes by as you sit in your seat absolutely dumbfounded.

The screen turns on again, this time there's faint music sounding from it. soon you see a random person on the screen, probably a paid actor. "hello there fellow newbie! Welcome to Dynamight Riot Hero's Headquarters! Today, I'll be with you along the ride as we both become secretaries!" the actress, obviously way too happy to be here inquiries.

after watching the 10-minute-long do's and don't's video, the screen blinks to white again. squinting your eyes at the bright light, the black sans serif font shows on the screen again.

KEY REMINDERS:

DON'T TELL ANYONE YOU'RE A SECRETARY!

BE A GOOD WORKER!

ALWAYS BE ON TIME!

AND MOST OF ALL: WORD HARD!!

soon after the screen turns off, a couple of seconds go by and the room lights flash back on, you hiss as you cover your eyes so you don't get flash-banged for the fifteenth time. eyes still covered, you hear a door open and footsteps walk towards you.

uncovering your eyes, you look towards the floor to adjust to the bright white lighting. "so sorry, just give me a second!" you nervously chuckle. "don't worry, take your time!" the voice says politely.

wait, that voice.

It's the man you saw yesterday! Your hand soon uncovers your eyes and you look up. "It's you-" eyes shooting wide, your hand flings towards your mouth.

Red Riot?

"ah, guilty as charged! Happy to see me and not some creep aren't ya? You really need to have a better guard, I could've just been anybody!" he laughs. A frown soon shows on your face, "so you were the guy at the ramen restaurant? Why the hell was you there?" you growl. The pro-hero frowns playfully at your attitude.

"tone, little miss! that isn't a way to talk to your new boss. you know, I thought we let in a complete stranger for a second! you look so different when your face isn't soaked with tears and runny mascara." he jabs at you with a mischievous grin which makes you roll your eyes.

"Whatever. And Boss? Dynamight's my boss!" you argue. Red Riot rolls his eyes at your words, "Last time I checked, my name is out on that building and in that shitty little video you just watched." He says, somehow sounding so polite cursing at you. "And you're gonna wish you worked for me and instead of him by the end of the day"

looking at him, your frown never left your lips, "can we start now?" you say.

"Sure! right this way!" he says, walking away from you, you hurriedly grab your bags and walk alongside him. before you could reach the door the hero turns and blocks your way from seeing the other side.

"Also, uh...wear all black next time." he says, his eyes travel down your figure, and you bite your lips in embarrassment. "why?" you ask. "Because it is a thing we do here, we want everyone to be seen as equals to us, we are all people here at the end of the day, hence we all wear the same thing. Plus, it's because we say so and it looks cool." he chuckles to himself at his last words, turning around he walks away.

As you walked into the office setting, you couldn't help but feel a sense of shock and disbelief. Everywhere you looked, it seemed like the people around you were robots going about their tasks with mechanical precision. Everyone wore the same drab black outfits, and you couldn't help but wonder if it was some kind of strange joke.

The more you walked, you could feel the eyes of the other employees snapping toward you, their stifled chuckles and whispers following you with every step. It was as if they were all in on some kind of inside joke, and you couldn't help but feel like an outsider in this strange, black-button-down world.

As Red Riot led you around the office, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over you. Here you were, walking alongside one of the most legendary heroes of all time. It was hard to believe that this was actually happening - that you were standing in the same room as Red Riot himself. Despite your nerves, you couldn't stop smiling as you walked, eagerly listening to every word that he had to say. It was as if you were soaking up every moment of this incredible experience, committing it all to memory so that you could remember it forever. As you continued to explore the office, you knew that this was a moment that you would never forget.

"And here's our final stop! The boss's office, the one and only Dynamight's quarters" he says. "you'll be in and out of here often, so get ready for that," he chuckles. you quickly nod at his words, "before I let you in this room, do you have any questions?" he asks. you shake your head no, licking your lips you look forward at the doors. The golden plate shined brightly as it read his name:

PRO-HERO DYNAMIGHT: かつきばくご

"Alright then!" soon, the hero bangs on the door. "see you around, fresh meat! by the way, cute sticker" he laughs, walking away from you. You were left standing in shock, did he just leave you here all alone?

"Come in," you hear a voice say. eyes snapping towards the door. You let out a shaky breath. Grabbing the door handle you slowly twist. "don't be a pussy y/n, you wanted this!" you whisper to yourself. Pushing the door open, words couldn't express the emotions you felt at this moment. Looking at your one and only inspiration in front of you, in all his glory.

Dynamight!

The sun was rising outside, casting a golden light over the room and illuminating the blond hair of the number one hero. As he looked into your eyes, you couldn't help but notice the way that his amber irises seemed to glow in the light. It was as if he was lit from within, radiating power and confidence. You took a quick glance at his attire and noticed that he was wearing a simple black shirt and matching sweatpants. It wasn't exactly business casual, but who were you to judge? This man was the number one hero, after all. He could walk in wearing a clown suit and you wouldn't bat an eyelash.

"You're the new hire? Right?" he says, his voice deep and captivating, way calmer than what you've seen on tv as it is early in the morning. You nod your head, the hero guides his hand towards the open seat in front of his desk, you follow and sit in the comfortable leather chair.

"Yes, my name is L/n Y/n!" you spoke softly, "I know." He spits back, you blame it on the early mornings. "Here are some ground rules we need to set in place, firstly..."

As he continued to speak, you found yourself hanging on his every word, completely swept up in his presence. It was almost surreal to be sitting across from the pro-hero, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and disbelief. You quickly pinched your thigh, just to make sure you weren't dreaming.

As you looked at Dynamight, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Seeing him in person was a completely different experience altogether - and you couldn't help but think that he was even more attractive up close. Maybe it was the fact that he was being so soft-spoken with you at the moment. How many people had actually seen him like this before? You couldn't help but wonder if this was a rare occurrence, and you silently thanked the heavens and the stars above that you were one of the few lucky ones to witness it.

The way his muscles flex as he holds your résumé–

Wait, how did he get your résumé?

“Excuse me?” You chime in, the pro-hero hangs his head low for a moment. Lifting his head up, he lets out a sigh, “I don’t like to be interrupted…" he looks down at your name tag for a mere moment, "l/n” he says. “I’m sorry I just have a question,” you state.

“Shoot,” he says, sarcasm oozing from his tone.

“How exactly did you get my résumé?” You asked, “What? Did you think we weren’t going to do a background check on you? You could be some psychotic fan for all I fuckin’ know,” he says, the morning rasp in his tone sends you ablaze as heat rises to your face.

“Oh! Right, well I’m not so,” you awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah I know, you’ve gotta…pretty good lookin’ résumé here,” the hero flips through a couple of pages, confirming his words.

You couldn’t believe it, the Dynamight called you qualified for the job! “Thank you so much! It means a lot to me that–“

“Okay listen, l/n, it’s early in the morning, and me and my partner just came back abroad from a goddamn mission. So imagine how I feel sitting here at this desk talkin’ to you and filling out these papers instead of in my bed sound fuckin’ asleep. I’m gonna need you to tone it down alright?” He says, his tone raises as he grows irritated at your chipper attitude.

Blinking you bow in your seat, “I’m sorry Mr. Dynamight!” You spoke softly. “Don’t call me that, please just…don’t.” The hero rises from his seat and walks towards the door, you quickly stand up and follow suit.

“What should I call you then?” You spoke, his back facing towards you, the man let out a deep sigh, his palm cradling his neck. Rubbing the sensitive spot as he quietly hisses in pain.

“Just call me Dynamight, I don’t need people to go around calling you a lost puppy looking for their owner with the damn honorifics,” he says.

A brief moment of silence enveloped the large office, as the sound of the ticking clock grew increasingly louder with each passing second. Suddenly, Dynamight broke the stillness with a deep, audible sigh, turning to face you with a look of slight exasperation on his face. It was clear that he had a lot on his mind and a lot to worry about. And it seems like you're not making it any easier.

“When you came up here to this room, I hope you noticed why everyone was laughing at you. I want you to take what you went through into deep analysis…l/n.” He says, tone sharp and crude as his eyes bore into your being.

“Why’d you sit in that waiting room with only one fuckin’ chair? Eh?” He says, a hint of humor in his tone. Your frown at him, looking down you try to really think back as to what happened.

“I’m sorry, Dynamight—I’m not sure.” You spoke, this makes the hero frown. “The reason why—is because every secretary that has worked for me, has quit.”

oh.

Swallowing your spit, you nod understanding the real reasoning behind the dirty looks and laughs. “Every single secretary that has been under me quits in no less than three months you wanna know why? Because of me.” He says as a sinister smile tugs at his lips, almost as if he’s proud of it.

“Well…how do you know that I’m not different?” You mumbled. The hero lets out a chuckle, because—I got a feeling you won’t last a month. You can prance around here with your happy attitude and white button-down, but I and you both know that you’re supposed to wear black.”

Why the hell does wearing black matter so much here?!

“So you’ve already defied me once, you get three strikes, no if, and's, or but's about it. And we both know what happens when you get to strike three,” he says smugly. “Don’t we?” He asks. Frowning, you hung your head low to avoid his fiery gaze.

“Yes…Dynamight, we do.”

You couldn't deny the fact that you were a little bit scared about what the future held for you here. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation as you walked through the office. You were determined to make the best of this opportunity, even if it meant dealing with a difficult boss or two. After all, you were ready to face any challenge that came your way, as long as it meant being able to take this incredible opportunity.

“Good,” he says, his smile drops and he soon opens the door, letting it slam onto the wall. This makes you jump, you quickly gather your things and follow behind.

You watch as all the employees ride from their seats and greet the hero. But he doesn’t give as much as a mumble back in reply.

“You’re going to be following me around for the day, can you do that task?” He asks, you nod and speak, “Yes, Dynamight I can.”

You were happy to be alongside the hero, he was your inspiration, your happiness, your sadness, but little did you know from now on.

You’d hate his guts.

HEY GUYS! Honestly did not expect for this to blow up, thanks so much for the kind words! ALREADY CLOSE TO 600 FOLLOWERS? It’s literally been two days you guys are crazy!! I wanted to make sure that I got this done by today, even though this literally took me forever to complete.

I have so much on the way, trying out a different format for my theme. Hope you guys take notice in it. Till then!

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summerlovingbaby · 6 months ago

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Aaron's eating disorder

Aaron handles himself well, in his head he likes to call himself superman, at first it was a childish notion that got him through the day, but soon it developed into a daily mantra. He is nothing short of Superman, he has good grades, a gorgeous girlfriend, a national winning Exy team and was in the gym 6 times a week, the only thing he couldn’t manage to do was eat.

At breakfast he would choke down a few bites of an apple, but it woult turn rock hard in his stomach and sit there making it ache, so for a while it was easier for him to not deal with food. It started with skipping breakfast and dinner, and then the more he thought about it, if he didn’t need breakfast and dinner he didn’t need lunch either. As far as Aaron was concerned his new eating habits were better than his old eating habits. Tilda didn’t grocery shop, and Aaron was already picky eater, even before he got clean. After he got clean for about a year his diet consisted almost exclusively of pickles, almonds, jars of frosting, M and M’s, apple juice and protein shakes.

It didn’t matter how he felt, it only mattered how people saw him. It didn’t matter that he was tired all the time, or how he found himself shivering in 90 degree weather, people only saw you as one thing, and as long as he could pace a mildly impassive expression on his face, and keep his head in his studies people would think he was fine. People only saw you as one thing, and if they saw him as fine he would be left alone. He started only viewing others as one thing. Andrew wasn’t a brother, just a teammate. Neil was just a kid who he would swap rooms with and a nuisance and Kevin was the idiot lived next door. Nicky was too complicated for his muddled brain to classify so he avoided him as a whole.

He avoided team outings for a week before the team started to pester him about it. He lied and said he was swamped with studying or exams or writing papers, when in all reality he was farther ahead then he had ever been.

He woke up on Saturday morning, rolling his eyes as he checked the clock, it was another morning practice Kevin insisted was necessary, so he dressed in a hoodie and a long compression shirt. He walked to the court alone, leaving Nicky alone. Nicky had been watching Aaron for weeks and he was obvious with his concerned stare was irritating. He stumbled through pratice with weak footing and a loose grip on his stick, he almost made it completely through pratice before fell over his eyes and he lost sight of the court in a dark haze. The sound of his racket hitting the wood snapped him awake, but he was still confused, as he felt firm fingers unstrap his helmet and take it off his head, and the rush of the cool air on his skin was enough to snap him into full consiouness.

“ You good?” Andrew asked.

Aaron gave him a vague impersonal nod before he was ushered to the bench, he offered little resitance mostly because he didn’t care enough to fight back, and looking his brother in the eye for the first time in weeks and it knocked all the fight out of him. Mostly he was tired, and his head hurt, and he was cold, and vaguely irritated and horribly annoyed.

He sat out for the last hour of pratice, choking down a granola bar at Wymack and Betsys instacne, and drunk an intire gatorade for good measue just to prove the point that he was fine. He had everything under strict control. But that didn’t stop Matt from helping him back to the lockerroom.

“ I don’t need your help,” he said.

“ Well you can barely stand, and I don’t want you to hit your head if you pass out or something,” he said grimly, “ don’t want you to lose your looks of you chip your tooth on the floor or something,” he added hoping to get Aaron to smile, which proved ineffective.

He sat Aaron in front of his locker, offered a prefoctonary smile and went to shower, leaving Aaron alone. Aaron took off his jersey, leaving on his under things, too tired to bother with showering, so shoved his clothes in his locker and walked through the locker room and into the lounge where Coach and Abbey were waiting.

“ You feeling okay?” Abbey said, thumbing through a magazine.

“ Stomach bug,” he lied.

By the way Wymack stared at him, Aaron could tell he wasn’t buying his lie for a second.

“ Wanna try again?” he suggested.

“ Not really,” Aaron siad.

“ ERC is making monthly physicals madaory again, next one is in two weeks,” Wymack said turning to Abbey who nodded. He waited for Aaron to speak, but when he didn’t, he continued. “ You usually sort your shit out just fine, but if you need help its here.”

“ You don’t have to worry about me,” Aaron said.

“ Well I’m gonna,” Wymack said, for some reason his typical casual attitude pissed Aaron off more than it should have. “ And for that matter the rest of the team is as well. Andrew and Nicky are… Concerned.”

He didn’t need or want Andrews concern or pity, and he didn’t need it from the rest of the team for that matter. Andrews pity killed his mom.

“ Is that all?” he asked, and when he got no response he left the way he came, and spent the weeked at Katelyns dorm to avoid the foxes, spending most of the night curled up in her little twin mattress. It didn’t matter how many blankets he piled ontop of himself, he hadn’t managed to get warm in a week. He ate the pickles that came with her meal, that she for some reason always ordered even though she hated, but had to return back to his dorm because he had Tuesday classes.

By the time he got there he learned that both of his classes were cancelled so he crawled into bed ignoring the way the pickle churned in his stomach. He was kicked away 3 hours later by Andew who was too busy texting on his phone to even look at him.

“ Get up,” he said bluntly,” team dinner.”

“ Not hungry” Aaron replied rolling over. He really wasn’t hungry, and the last thing he wanted was to sit in a car with them, then poke around at a plate of chicken and commensurate over small talk for 2 hour, if he wasn’t gonna sleep then he should at least study, or do something more productive.

“ Get up and come with us, or I’ll drag you by your hair,” he said.

Aaron could tell by the look of determination on Andews face he was nothing short of serious and put on his shoes before Andrew had an excuse to pull the scalp from his hair. At dinner he ordered a plate of chicken tender, fries and a coke. He sipped the coke frequently, took a bite of two fries, but didn’t bother with the chicken tenders, spending the whole meal cutting them up into tiny pieces, smiling piolety at the teammates who bothered to talk to him.

The seating arrangement changed, leaving Andrew and Aaron alone. Kevin and Neil was going to the court, and the rest of the team was going fuck knows where, all Aaron wanted to do was go back to the dorm and study for his exam that he had to take in 5 days. His grades were dwindling down to unacceptable and every graded assignment he got back he could only picture his mothers dissatisfied and disappointed face. The car ride back was awkward and uncomfortable, Aarons headache was worse and throbbing, and being trapped in the front seat alone with Andrew bothered him more than he cared to admit. Ever since the trial he handled Andrew with cool composure, but he was really extremely pissed off for a reason that Aaron couldn’t place, nor did he care to. If Andrew wanted to not care, then Aaron would not care either. Aaron didn’t need anyone in his life that didn’t want to be.

“ Matt gave these to me, never been a fan, do you want them?”

Andrew tossed a bag of M&M’s in his lap, and Aaron bust open the package dumping a handful in his hand and popping them in his mouth without a second thought. Andrew turned up to the raido and they drove back to the dorm in silence, while Aaron quietly let the chocolate candies melt in his mouth.

The next day he was rudely woken up by the sound of someone loudly putting away groceries, he rolled his eyes slammed a pillow over his head and went back to sleep shivering. He was woken by Nicky 3 hours later, who shoved a plated sandwich in his face. “ Coach said you weren’t feeling well so I made you a sandwich,” he said, Aaron sat up and took a bite of the sandwich and struggled to swallow, ignoring Nickys grimmace.

When Aaron refused Nicky chewed his cheek and went to play games at his desk.

“ If you’re having food… sensitivities-”

“ Nicky.” Aaron warned.

“ I was gonna say-”

“ I have a headache, you’re not helping.”

“ Aaron,” Nicky insisted.

“ Nicky” Aaron mocked, sitting up. Aaron was idignatnt and stubborn enough to do for hours.

Nicky paused his game and turned to glare, something that bothered Aaron beyond belif, he didn’t need platitudes or pity, and that look that Nicky gave him was a sick mix of both.

“ I’m fine,” he insisted.

Before Nicky could argue the door swung open and Andrew barged his way in. “ You’ve said that word so much in the past month it doesn’t even sound like a word. You look like shit.”

“ Thanks, real confidence booster,” Aaron sighed, wishing Nicky would close the window.

“ Andrew, be nice.” Nicky scolded.

Andrew laughed at the idea, and wordlessly unpacked the grocery bags on his arms, tossing Aaron a jar of dill pickles in the process. When he made no move of opening the jar Andrew took the jar and opened it, fished a pickle spear out with his fingers and put it on a paper plate. When Aaron looked disgusted at the sight of the pickle, with his nose wiggled up, Andrew took the plate, and sliced the pickle, sticking the plastic fork in one of the slices and sitting it in his lap.

He squat down to his level and stared with an expectant look. Aaron was uncomfortable with the weight of it, and clenching his fist was all he could do was not to cry. He hated eating infront of people, and with Andrew looking in front of him made it worse.

“ You have 5 minutes to eat before I hold you down and shove it down your throat.”

Aaron looked at the plate of cut up pickles trying hard not to frown. He knew Andrew would do it, this is the same brother who locked him in the bathroom when he found out about his drug problem. The idea of someone watching him choke down this food made his stomach flip violnetly. And the idea of being force fed made him want to run. He briefly entertained the idea, before he realized that he wouldn’t make it very far. His brother was faster than he was, and who was to say that once he made it to the other side of the door Andrew wouldn’t follow.

“ I need you to not look at me,” Aaron asked.

Andrew stood and went turned and pretended to find interest in Nickys game,and Aaron poked at his food until he put a pickle slice on his tongue, he shivered at the sourness of it, but enjoyed the satisfying crunch enough to eat the rest of them, only stopping when he gave a loud burp.

He looked up to see that Andrew had been staring at him the whole time, he tossed a pack of M&M’s at him, and poured a cup of apple juice which Aaron accepted gladly, the pickle made him thirsty and sparked his appetite.

Aaron looked at the empty plate, he had the distinct feeling that he had been had. Andrew went to the store, bought the only food Aaron would consider touching, not only that but he payed attention to his rather restrictive diet when they were kids, and remembered what he ate. Matt didn’t give Andrew M&M’s, Andrew bought them, along with an obscene amount of almonds, frosting and protein shakes. Andrew cared, hes cared all along. Aaron misinterpeted Andews cold apathey is disintrets, his lingeirng look of He misinterpereded his lingering looks of concerns one of pity or general disinterest. And even as Andew carefully watched Aaron now, watched as he chewed and swallowed, it was careful and considerate, nothing malicious behind his glare.

“ Can I have some almonds?”

Nicky tossed him the jar, and they watched as Aaron loudly crunched on them by the handful.

Andrew settled himself on the couch, and began texting on his phone. By the chirping of Nickys phone Aaron suspected that they were talking about him.

“ Thanks,” he said without thinking. “ Sorry for-”

“ If you aplologize I will personally break your foot.”

“ Right.” Aaron looked down, with the vague notion that he should be embarrassed. Andrew cared.

“ Listen, having a restricted diet is better than starving yourself, you feel like shit because you weren’t eating at all. You’re allowed to struggle and have problems, but when you do you lean the fuck out and you talk to someone. It doesn’t have to be me, just talk to someone before you get to the point of passing out,” Andrew said. “ You have a whole team that only wants whats good for you, you lean the fuck out or I will push you out, and you won’t like how hard I shove you.”

“ Okay” he said, eating another handful of almonds.

#all fo the game #aftg trilogy #the foxhole court #aaron minyard #aaron's defense squad 2kforever #andrew x neil #andrew minyard

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trashpandato · 1 year ago

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Enchanted

There are a lot of things about Kara that Lena loves.

Her smile. Her loyalty to her family and friends. Her courage in the face of unimaginable loss. But also the way she seems to be endlessly delighted by seemingly small things in the world.

“Look!” Kara squeaks out excitedly, drawing Lena’s gaze away from the horizon and towards where Kara is pointing. “Fireflies!”

And Lena has to admit it looks nice. They’re here on a business trip, well, Lena is here on business and Kara tagged along to make sure Lena “eats more than a granola bar a day and gets enough sleep”, and as part of her quest to include some relaxing moments into Lena’s day, they made a trip out of the city to take in the views from a hill just after sunset. It’s warm, a bit muggy, and Lena is being eaten alive by mosquitoes, but when she sees just how thrilled Kara is by the sight of yet another insect, she can’t help but melt a little.

So she bites her tongue and doesn’t launch into an explanation about how they are not actually flies but a type of beetle or about how their populations are declining globally due to loss of habitat. Instead, she simply hums and leans her head against Kara’s shoulder.

That’s just one example. Over the course of an average day, Kara tends to point out at least two, often more, small things she finds herself enchanted by. The way light reflects off some of the skyscrapers in National City, or the raccoon family that she saves from being stuck in a dumpster, or the perfect amount of icing on her cinnamon roll that afternoon.

It’s intoxicating to witness, and Lena finds more and more that her own instinct to explain away the magic Kara points out to her is overridden by her desire to see things through Kara’s eyes, to be swept away by Kara’s excitement.

“I love you, you know?” Lena whispers so as to not disturb the peace that’s settled in around them as they watch hundreds of little glowing dots illuminate the space around them.

And Kara turns to her and grins. “I would hope so. You married me.”

#supercorp #kara x lena #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober

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murderousink23 · 1 year ago

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01/21/2024 is World Religion Day (praise to the old gods!) ⭐️🌎, World Snow Day ❄️🌎, Grandma's Day (I wish I still had my grandmas)👵🇵🇱, National Granola Bar Day 🇺🇸, National Hugging Day 🫂 🇺🇸, Squirrel Appreciation Day 🐿🇺🇸

#world religion day #world snow day #grandma's day #national granola bar day #national hugging day #squirrel appreciation day

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moon-and2saturn · 1 year ago

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just a little Danny imagine for Wagner Wednesday…

imagine you and danny go on a day trip to a national park together. he uses a map of the park to find a long, winding trail with lots of waterfalls and beautiful wildlife. he pulls into a spot on the edge of the trail and puts the car in park, then goes to the trunk to get all of the supplies you guys need. he has a backpack that he’ll carry with water bottles, some granola bars, and a picnic blanket. he doesn’t let you carry anything, of course, despite your protest.

he wears his hat backwards on his head, puts his sunglasses on, then starts on the path. the two do you hike for about thirty minutes before reaching a fork in the path. you take the right path, which leads you to the river inside the forest. the path follows next to the river as you walk toward a large waterfall in the distance.

walking ahead of you, he’ll sometimes turn to look at you, making sure you’re keeping up. every time he looks back, a toothy smile washes over his face, making you giggle and telling him to turn around. after a while more of walking, you finally reach the waterfall.

it’s bigger than anything you’ve ever seen, falling into a small lake with patches of greenery surrounding it. Danny sets the bag down and takes out the picnic blanket, spreading it out for you to sit on as he takes out the snacks for you both to eat while you take a rest.

“Beautiful,” you say, looking up at the flowing water, taking in the sights and sounds of nature. Danny looks at you, not the waterfall, and smiles wide. “Yeah. Beautiful.”

As you’re sitting in the ravine, Danny finds a patch of wildflowers. He walks over to it and picks one out, a small pink flower. He comes back to the blanket, reaching down and sliding the flower behind your ear and fastens it into your hair with a smile.

After your break, the two of you walk some more along the river through the deep forest. You stumble upon a natural hot spring, which you can’t possibly refuse. You’re both wearing your swimsuits underneath your clothes, so you put your clothes into the backpack and take the time to sit in the hot spring.

There were no clouds in the sky today, allowing the sun to glare through the gaps in the leaves of the trees as the two of you sit in the warm water of this chilly autumn day. The sun hits your face in just the right way, lighting up your bright-colored eyes. Danny looks at you with such deep adoration. “You’re ethereal,” he says.

As the sun starts to set, you make your way back to the end of the trail, where the car is parked. Hand in hand, you reach the car and let out a quiet yawn. “Tired?” he asks. You nod, getting into the passenger seat and lying your head on the window, shutting your eyes. Danny gets into the driver’s side and turns on the car, then looks over at you as you start to drift off to sleep. He smiles to himself, then puts the car in reverse and starts back down the road to home.

#greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner #danny gvf #imagine #danny wagner imagine #i love him

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runawaycarouselhorse · 3 months ago

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The ambulance broke down today. ^^;; Fortunately, only after we delivered the patient! It was also the good ambulance, so we had air conditioning and a functioning belt and everything... well, fortunate for the patient, but it also meant their response to us as was slower, so we stayed on the road by some restaurants and some small shops!

I bought some food, including some bananas, since I've been out of them for a while and they're great to combat acidity. I actually never saw those collectable trading cards with athletes in real life before seeing them in the shops!

We ate lunch at Watani Burger [National Burger], a chain I never tried before... it's good! They had a seedless bun option (potato buns!), so they happily swapped the regular buns for the grilled beef option with potato buns. ^^ I'm allergic to sesame, so...

The only thing I had the chance to eat before that was a Kind bar as I was once again woken from bed, while sleeping in 'til Dhuhr time, for a life-saving case... ^o^; I'm very grateful for protein and granola bars and things, they make great breakfasts on the go when I'm suddenly called to work and have no time to do anything but go to the bathroom, exercise [I should never skip my physiotherapy!!], and get dressed...

So! I was basically out from around 12 PM until around... 7 PM!

I saw a family of stray cats after a hurt kitten (one paw injured, so it walked with a limp!) approached me. ;~; Poor cuties... I have a bird in my apartment, I can't take any in...

Reminder once more to everyone who drives, knock on your cars!!!! They hide under them, especially in the winter, for warmth!

I tried to play Pokemon Go (found a Meowth!) and there was a Pokemon Gym with a Pokemon weaker than mine, so I thought I might challenge or even take over, buuut it was much further than I thought it was, and the car was going to come for us in half an hour, but I ran into two ladies selling woven wares, one was doing embroidery! I bought a woven basket (I think from recycled plastic, it seems! ... looks like it might be from the plastic from either plastic bags or sufrah, the disposable plastic spreads we eat food off of)...

Overall, I had an adventurous, interesting day, and the weather's getting pleasantly cool and breezy, so it wasn't so bad! It was more comfortable outside than it was inside the broken-down ambulance. The drive home was calm. ^^

#personal #I'll be going to bed soon!

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gloomzombie · 2 years ago

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I'll Bury You For This

Pairing: Jeff The Killer X Male Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,122

Chapter Two: Boys Don't Cry

Ch. 1

I jolted awake at the sound of the USA national anthem playing. I groaned loudly, my hands roaming the bed for my phone. I picked it up and stopped the music. Goodnite Dr. Death? I thought I took that off my playlist..

I rubbed my face and combed my fingers through my hair. I look over at the clock. "Shit." 6:38pm? I went to sleep directly after school. Dammit. This is exactly why I usually don't take naps after school. I stood up and stretched, my muscles sore from the position I fell asleep in.

I looked around the dark room, my eyes not yet adjusted to the absence of light. The sudden noise coming from my stomach makes me realize how hungry I am.

"Goddammit." I swear, opening my door as quietly as I can. I peak my head out, glaring down the hallway to see the blue light from the tv lighting up the living room. I take a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for if John is awake. I take small, slow steps down the hall so as to not make any sound.

I continue on until I'm by the edge of the wall, peeping around it. I couldn't help the sigh of relief from coming out of my mouth. He's asleep, his mouth slack open- saliva trailing down his lip onto the couch cushion. Gross.

I keep my footsteps at a low volume, but I quicken my pace as I walk to the kitchen. I look around and decide to settle for a few snacks and the water I didn't finish in my room. I take a few granola bars and a muffin, then make my way back to my room silently.

I drop the snacks down onto the bed and go back to the door, shutting it as quiet as I can. I sit down on my bed and take my book out of my backpack.

I ripped open the plastic off of the granola bar, taking a bite as I opened the book to the page I left off on.

Hours go by without me being aware of it. I can always spend hours upon hours with just a book. Reading takes me away from everything and gives me a different reality to be caught up in, if only temporarily.

Sometimes I'll catch myself daydreaming about if I were a character in the book. Whether I be a student in Harry Potter, a half-blood in Percy Jackson, or a vampire in Twilight, everything in books seems much better than the reality I live in; the reality I have to deal with.

I try not to daydream because of it. What's the point in wishing for something when you know it's not going to happen? That'll only end up in disappointment, and red and swollen eyes, which isn't pleasant.

It's 10:48 pm by the time I put my book down. I didn't realize how tired I was getting until then. I yawned, rubbing my eyes. I feel tired, but I don't really want to go to sleep.

I hate going to sleep because tomorrow is another day. Another day filled with endless questions and people. Godawful people.

I put my book back in my bag and lie down on the bed. The covers were shoved aside from earlier so I pulled them over my torso. I take my phone and go on instagram.

I scroll through my homepage a bit, getting bored of that rather quickly. I bite my lip and decide to go to Xander's page. A foolish decision that was.

He posted on his story 10 minutes ago. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as I pushed myself to watch it. I stare at the screen without letting myself process what I'm watching.

It doesn't surprise me, but it doesn't make me happy. Haley or Jade or whoever he said the girl was that he went home with, was in his lap. Xander had taken photos of her kissing him and a few with her basically chewing on his neck.

I let the last story pass and am met with his page once more. I sigh a shaky breath. I didn't even realize how my eyes started to tear up.

I shake my head as if to pull myself together and wipe the tears away before they could fall. I make sure my alarm is set before putting my phone down and laying my head down on my pillow.

I let the stray tears pricking at my eyes fall down onto the cotton pillow sheet as I pull my covers over my shoulders. I already know the nightmare is coming before I let sleep take over me.

August 20. 7:15am.

I’ve sat laying in bed for a while now. I woke up 15 minutes before my alarm and I didn’t see a point in going back to sleep. The past week has gone by in a blur, most of it spent doing the smallest worksheets and keeping to myself- well, for the most part. I’ve been getting closer to Gage, which is good timing since Xander is barely talking to me.

The buzzing of my phone pulls me out of my reminiscing. I sit up immediately, getting a little dizzy. I wait for my vision to come back before wiping my forehead. God, I sweat so bad last night.

I turn and kick my feet over the bed, getting up slowly so as to not get dizzy again. I sigh. At least today’s Friday. I push myself to move to my drawers, taking out a simple outfit for today. I don’t feel like dressing up.

I go to the bathroom and take a shower. After drying most of my hair with a towel, I put my clothes on which is just another band tee and oversized jeans. I didn’t bother to put on any jewelry, but I put on a black studded belt. If I didn't, the jeans were bound to fall down eventually.

I looked into the mirror, gazing at my reflection for a bit. I moved my hands up to my head and ruffled my hair a bit to let the layers show a bit more. I walked out of the bathroom and looked down the hallway.

The blue light of the tv had been shut off, meaning John moved to his room. I quietly took my backpack from my room and hurried over to the door. I glanced over at the kitchen and decided to skip breakfast. I’ll just wait until lunch to eat there.

I slip my shoes on and open the door as quietly as I can, keeping my eyes locked down the hallway. I manage to leave the house without waking John up for once.

8:08am.

I make my way to school and to first period. Though I didn’t have to deal with John like I usually do, I’m still feeling very sluggish. It’s going to take a lot of time getting used to school again.

Just like every other day, I took out my phone and earbuds, stuck them in my ears, and listened to music. I don’t know how I’d live without it. I turn it up more, the sounds of screaming and electric guitars filling my ears and effectively shutting out unwanted thoughts.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and looked up to see Lily’s pale face. I pause my music. “A little more tame today, I see,” She teased, nodding at my shirt.

I felt a heat rush to my cheeks as I had to look down at my shirt again today. Linkin Park. “Oh, yeah I just threw this on.” I chuckled, a little embarrassed of how little I paid attention to what I put on earlier.

“Well still, so far you’ve proven that you have a good taste in music,” Her ruby red lips curved up into a smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Thanks.” I look down at her shirt. Motionless In White.

“Seems like you do too,” I looked back up at her, her brown eyes meeting mine once more. She moved her hand up to cover her mouth. “Thank you..Do you maybe want to hang out later? My older brother's band is playing a gig at 6.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, a nervous habit I picked up a few years ago. “Yeah, sure. Where’s it gonna be?” She took the seat beside me and scooched closer to mine.

“It’s at a bar. My brother’s been going there since he turned 21 and because he’s friends with the guy that owns the place, he managed to get him to let me come with a plus one as long as we don’t drink.” I could see a hint of mischief in her eyes, and her smile looked more like a smirk now.

I raised an eyebrow. Is that allowed? Obviously not, but.. “Cool. I’m in.” Lily’s smirk turned back into a sweet smile. She pushed her chair away. “Awesome. Give me your number so I can text you the address.”

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and tapped on the contacts, then handed it to me. I typed in my number, put my name in, and gave it back. “Oh, Stacy’s here. Talk later?” Lily looked over towards where her friend was sitting.

“Yeah, of course.” She smiled and turned, going over to sit with Stacy. I sighed, looking around the room. Mostly everyone was here, besides Xander, a few other people, and Ms. Johnson.

I look down at my phone. The clock read 8:20. Ten minutes left and the teacher still isn’t here? She sure is making a habit of being late. I look back up after resuming my music.

Oh that’s great. Jeff trudged into class, almost stomping to the chair next to mine. I watched him as he took his seat and rested his head on the desk. I bit my tongue, resisting the urge to mess with him this morning. I’ve been making a habit of meaninglessly flirting with him to bother him, but I don’t think I should when he seems tired already. See? I’m a nice person.

I tore my gaze away from the boy next to me and focused on listening to the song, which was now AmEN! by Bring Me the Horizon. I didn’t think I’d like it, as it has a rapper on it but it’s actually really good. I especially love how Oli brought back some growls like in one of their earlier albums, Suicide Season.

After that song passes, the next has barely started before Ms. Johnson comes into the room in a rush. “I’m so sorry, students! I- uh,” she fails to find words as she puts her things down on her desk. She looks up at the class.

“I just got caught up in traffic. You can have more time to work on that word search.” She sat down and conversations started up around the classroom. I shrugged and put my playlist on again.

I had already turned in my millionth word search yesterday, so I took out my sketchbook. It’s obvious I won’t be learning anything in this class this year since that’s all she’s given us this whole week. I flipped to a blank page and started to draw. I spent the rest of first period drawing and listening to music, it was actually really nice.

The bell rang and I stood up, closing my sketchbook and shoving it in my backpack. I make my way to the door, walking out. I walk to my locker, music still blasting in my ears.

A hand pulls out one of my earbuds and I look up. “The fuck is your problem?” I immediately snapped without registering who I was looking at. I looked her up and down. It was the girl I saw on Xander’s story the other night.

“Oh..sorry.” I apologize before she can. I take my phone out of my pocket and pause my song. “No, no. I shouldn’t have done that,” She avoids eye contact and shoves her hands into the pockets of her striped jacket.

“It’s fine,” I lied, “What’s up?” I kept my expression as emotionless as I could. I don’t know why, but I feel hostile towards her. “Um. I know you’re Xanny’s best friend. Do you know why he isn’t here today?”

I have to stop myself from giving her a rude look. Xanny? Seriously? “Nah, sorry. He hasn’t been talking to me much lately, so I wouldn’t know.” I put the earbud she snatched out back in.

“Oh. Well, thanks anyways. I’ll see you around.” She turned to leave, but I reached and grabbed her wrist. “Wait, what was your name?” I asked. It slipped my mind Monday, when he mentioned her.

She turned back and I let go of her. “Jade.” I nodded. “Nice to meet you.” I couldn’t care less about her. Jade smiled. “You too.” She turned and I let her go.

12:11pm.

I sighed as I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. No one else was in here and I was really exhausted. I should’ve taken my meds today. I feel like shit and I want to leave.

I would rather be dead than be caught skipping though, especially when it's still the first week. I took a deep breath and left the bathroom, making my way to the cafeteria.

As I walk in, I scan the room. I see Gage sitting alone and couldn’t help but smile. I walked over to him, not paying attention to the people that looked at me.

He doesn’t notice me approaching so I come up behind him and place my hands on his shoulders. I smirk as he jumps a little under my touch. “Hey, pretty boy,” I whispered in his ear.

He shudders. How cute. “Oh, h-hey.” He stuttered. I move from behind him to sit in front of him. “How’s your day been?” I asked, placing my elbows on the table.

“Eh. It’s been pretty boring so far. I haven’t really made any friends or anything and the work’s been easy.” He took a bite of his sandwich and frowned at me. “Do you not have any food?”

My smile dropped. “Oh. Yeah, I guess not. I was gonna just eat the food here, but I didn’t anticipate it to be as gross as it is today.” I looked down and fiddled with my fingers.

A chocolate chip cookie was placed in front of me and I looked back up at him. “I know it’s not much, but you can have it. My mom always packs them for me, but I don’t really like chocolate chips.” I couldn’t resist Gage’s soft smile. I sighed. “Thanks. That’s really sweet, why haven’t you told your mom you don’t like them?” I ask as I take a bite of the cookie.

“I just don’t want to upset her. She’s been packing them in my lunches everyday since middle school, and I think if I tell her I’m not eating them she’ll get upset that I’m growing up or something.” He looked down, a blush grazing his cheeks.

“It’s silly.” He added. I tilted my head. “It’s not. I think it’s sweet you’re thinking about your mom’s feelings.” My mom died when I was 3, so I never really had her pack lunches for me.

Sometimes I think about how things would be different if I did have her growing up. I don’t remember how she was, or how she looked. John threw out everything that reminded him of her as soon as he could, he told me that himself before he started losing his memory- and I’ve yet to find anything that could’ve belonged to her.

Gage looked back up at me with a sweet smile. The blush on his cheeks had reddened a bit, but he didn’t seem to mind. “You think?” He bit his lip. I smiled back at him.

“Yeah. I think so.”

1:32pm

I got to History later than I wanted, because the teacher was assigning math homework. I get it was going to happen soon, but I'm already sick of math. I walk in and Jeff is already in his seat.

I sigh and make my way over to mine, putting my stuff down as I sit. I take out my sketchbook again, turning to the page I had already started on today. As I started to add details to what I already drew, I could feel a pair of eyes boring into the side of my head. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” I suggested, keeping my focus on the page.

I heard him scoff. “I’m just making sure you don’t draw me again.” I stopped and looked over at him. He was staring at me, not the paper. I raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh, that’s why you’re so interested in what I look like and not the paper.”

His face scrunched up, his eyes squinting. “Well, I was looking at it until you opened your big mouth.” I chuckled, scooching my chair closer to his. “Yeah, let’s both pretend that you don’t think I’m attractive.”

I move my hand up to his face and tuck his hair behind his ear. I was expecting him to move away like he’s been doing, but I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist. Now it was my turn to be confused.

“Yeah, Y/N. I just didn’t think you’d feel the same about me.” He whispered, his voice dropping a bit. I exhaled sharply, my heartbeat racing. “Well, you clearly thought wrong.” I found my voice and his other hand found itself tangling into my hair.

He yanked my head closer to his, my face inches away from him. I can’t imagine how red my face must be right now. I knew he was just messing with me like I’ve been doing to him, but I couldn’t help but feel so flustered by his actions.

His pale blue eyes locked onto mine and stayed there. I sighed and pulled myself out of his grasp, moving my chair back in place. He started laughing as I tried to even out my breathing. “Looks like he can’t handle it when someone plays his game against him”

I rolled my eyes. “I can, you just haven’t done that before and it caught me off guard.” I looked down at my desk, my heart still pounding beneath my chest. Suddenly I could feel his breath on my ear.

“Sure thing, pretty boy.” He whispered and I had to stop myself from shuddering.”Have something you want to share with the class, Mr. Woods?” I didn’t even notice when the teacher walked in the room.

He pulled back, suddenly very awake now. “Nope, not at all Mr. Smith.” a few girls giggled at his response. Mr. Smith shrugged and went back to writing on the whiteboard.

I looked back over at him and his eyes met mine. He winked then looked at the board. So he’s really gonna do this? Lord have mercy. I’ve gotta get used to this if I want to keep messing with him.

2:58pm

The next class seemed to last forever, I was glad when it was over, being one of the first students to leave. I went over to my bike, picking it up and getting on.

The ride to my house was a blur, I wasn’t focused on anything in particular. I just wanted to get home.

I make it home and I set my bike down outside, taking my keys out of my pocket and opening the door. I look around and notice John wasn’t there. I let out a sigh of relief.

I go to the kitchen, looking around for something I can eat. There was nothing around that I really wanted, but my eyes landed on John’s wallet. I pondered the idea for a moment, and decided why the hell not.

As much as I hate to say it, he’s my dad which means technically I should be allowed to use his card for food since he can’t do it himself. I go through it and take his card out, shoving it in my back pocket.

I put his wallet down where I found it and made my way to my room. I set my bag down and pull my phone out of my pocket. I had two messages from a number I didn’t recognize.

I opened it. ‘Hey !! It’s Lily. The bar’s address is…’, ‘Oh and you should try and wear something less teenage looking. I still think it’s a good idea to look as old as possible.’

I saved her number in my phone and sighed. I closed and locked my door, walking over to my full length mirror. These pants should be fine, but I should put on a different shirt.

I go to my dresser and look through my shirts, carefully picking out which one wouldn’t scream angsty teenager. It was a Metallica shirt, so it should work. It doesn’t scream angsty teenager from this year.

I slipped my Linkin Park shirt off and replaced it with the Metallica one.

I went to the bathroom, taking a good look in the mirror. I guess I shouldn’t put on any makeup. I wonder if we’re going to be drinking tonight. I know she said the owner didn’t want us to, but you never know what happens.

I kinda hope we do, it’s been way too long since I’ve gotten drunk. I go back to my room and plop down on my bed after making sure the door is locked. I check the time on my phone.

I’ve still got a few hours until I have to be at the bar, but I don’t want to be alone with John again today. I go through my contacts and click on Gage’s. I got it on Tuesday, when I was teasing him about not giving it to me.

He blushed and just blurted it out. I didn’t even mean for him to do it, but I’m very glad I got it. I send him a text saying: ‘Hey Gage, it’s Y/N. Do you wanna hang out for a bit?’

Not even a minute later, I get a text back. ‘Sure! What do you wanna do?’ I catch myself smiling at my phone. I’m happy that I have someone to spend time with.

‘Do you have a DVD player?’ ‘Yeah, what’re you thinking?’ ‘Maybe we can watch that movie I talked to you about, the one about the demon?’ ‘That’d be cool! Need me to come pick you up?’

I thought about it, chewing on the skin on my bottom lip. It’d be nice to ride with him, but that’d probably mean John would want to meet him..

‘Nah, I can take my bike there. What’s your address?’ I get up and take my backpack, shoving some clothes in it along with my deodorant, hairbrush, and other small stuff.

After he sent me the address, I asked him if I could come spend the night after I left the bar. I told him about my plans earlier at lunch, so he already knew I was going.

I couldn’t help but get excited when he said I could. I haven’t been out of the house in way too long and it’s been killing me. After so long of having to answer my dad’s constant string of repeated questions and having so many arguments with him, it started driving me crazy.

I sling my backpack onto one shoulder, heading out my room to the bathroom. I take my toothbrush and my meds, putting them in the backpack as well.

I walk to the front door, placing the bag down. I make sure John’s card and my phone are in my pockets before letting out a deep sigh. I make my way back down the hall and to his door.

I open it to see him sleeping on his bed, a pile of what I assume to be dirty clothes on the corner of it. “Dad?” I push myself to shove him awake. His eyes roll open lazily.

“Huh? What is it?” I took a deep breath. “Can I spend the night at Xander’s tonight?” I asked. I knew he wouldn’t know who Gage is, and I really don’t feel like explaining to him right now.

He knows who Xander is, surprisingly, I guess because I’ve known him for so long. He groaned, turning over to the other side. “Yeah, go ahead.” I smiled. “Thanks.” He grumbled a “You’re welcome” and I left.

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Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 10

Rift era reconciliation/fix-it fic in which Kara's memories of Supergirl are stolen and Lena has to rally round to help her get them back. Starts out kind of on the angsty side but there will be more fluff down the line.

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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Clinical trial for Q-wave brain stimulator.

Trial subject 1. Session 2

Subject now up to a stable therapeutic dose of 15 biohertz, sustained for a period of 45 minutes.

No ill effects noted.

Brain image unchanged since previous session.

Subject favours Big Belly burgers over tacos, and steals my fries.

Lena added the last sentence into her headline report summary in an unplanned and uncharacteristic fit of whimsy, and hit send before she could second guess the impulse. With all the extra hours Alex was putting in to try and keep on top of the Malefic situation (not to mention the media circus surrounding Supergirl’s official cover story), Lena knew she was feeling guilty about not being there for Kara more when she was going through something so huge. She hoped that the touch of levity (and the sheer, undeniable Kara-ness of it) would reassure Alex that her sister was doing okay, and maybe even make her smile.

Lena’s own cheeks were still aching a little with the unaccustomed amount of smiling they had been doing over the past few hours. She had been somewhat apprehensive going into the Q-wave session after the intensity of the first one, but there had been none of that this time. Kara had been in a buoyant mood after finally being allowed to hand fashion over to someone else, and while “The best (AND WORST!) food trucks in National City revealed” could hardly be called hard hitting journalism either, at least she was going to thoroughly enjoy the research process. Her good humour was infectious, and the two of them had chatted easily throughout the 45 minute treatment, stopping only twice, when they had had to abruptly drop a subject and take a few minutes to recover to avoid their laughter developing into the kind of giggle fit that would make it impossible for Kara to keep as still as she needed to.

At the end of the session they had found that neither of them were ready to abandon the conversation and head home just yet (or in Lena’s case back up to her office to put in another couple of hours on her endless to do list), and so Lena had mentioned that while the ice cream part was negotiable, taking ones research participant out for a post-trial treat was a strict requirement of her profession, and she would hate to be reported to the ethics board for neglecting her duties as a scientist.

And after all, they did need to eat.

Actually, going out with Kara was one of the few things that reminded Lena to eat a full meal these days, rather than just taking a few mouthfuls of whatever happened to be to hand when she had been focusing on something for so long that she started feeling faint and foggy (it had happened a few times recently, but now that Lena had asked Jess to stock up on smoothies and granola bars she was at least taking in enough nutrients to stop it affecting her work, and between her day to day CEO duties, the Q-Wave treatments and her latest product launch date on the horizon, she really didn’t have time for more than that).

As an extra incentive Lena had suggested that they could get something from a food truck as early research for the ‘Best of’ article, but despite the fact that she had been waxing lyrical earlier over a new taco truck she was desperate to try, Kara had instead opted for Big Belly Burgers. Lena’s favourite comfort food.

She had been touched enough to allow Kara to ‘accidentally’ steal several of her fries, until after theft-number-four her honour demanded the challenge be answered and Lena swiped a mozzarella stick from Kara’s plate in retaliation. They ended up holding a discrete but intense battle in their quiet corner of the diner that culminated in a brief fork-fencing match, which had been both incredibly undignified and, somewhat to Lena’s surprise, a lot of fun.

It didn’t hurt that she won the fencing match. She might not have brushed off her sabre for a few years now, but before she had moved to National City Lena had been a fencing champion, and had even come close to qualifying for the Olympics. The tiny, greasy battle made her think it might be time to look into taking it up again. Kara would probably enjoy it too.

Maybe Lena could even teach her...

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Clinical trial for Q-wave brain stimulator.

Trial subject 1. Session 3

15 biohertz sustained for a period of 60 minutes.

No ill effects noted.

The lab setup was a little different this time.

Lena had remembered Kara’s choice in their ‘where-would-I-rather-be’ game from the first session, and had replaced the printouts stuck above the cot with a night sky projector. Not content with the random pinpoint projection of the kind made for children’s bedrooms, she had tracked down a model designed for planetariums, and the ceiling and walls of her lab had transformed into an accurate, detailed map of the night sky (absent light pollution). The effect was somewhat spoiled by the flat angles of the room rather than the graceful curve of a dome it was designed for, but even so, once the lights were off and her computer monitor brightness was turned to its lowest setting, it was impressive. It was almost startling how different it felt, actually, even to Lena, who spent almost as much time in this room as she did in her own home.

The projection managed to convey a certain amount of relative distance, making the lab seem, if not limitless, then at least far bigger than its true dimensions, while the darkness softened the shapes of furniture and equipment until they blurred into the background, eminently ignorable compared to what else there was to look at. Of course it still smelled incongruously clinical, but the background hum of efficiently running machinery was easily transformed into the quiet sighing of a breeze through trees, the occasional beep or click nothing more than passing insects.

Lena was considering whether or not to have a quick lie down on the cot (just to check the projector was perfectly aligned to give the best view from that vantage point), when she was interrupted by a small ‘oh’ from behind her, and the quiet thump of a bag dropping from slack fingers to hit the floor. She turned to find Kara standing in the doorway, her mouth hanging slightly opened as she stared upwards.

She stayed like that for several long moments, just staring and softly repeating ‘oh, oh, oh’ as she took it all in, until at last she tore her focus from the ceiling and instead turned the full force of her rapture on Lena, gazing at her as though she was a witch who had gone out and captured a real piece of the heavens just for Kara’s amusement.

‘Oh Lena, you’re… this is just…’

Kara shook her head, apparently lost for words, and although Lena knew that the look and the breathless murmur of delight were for the stars and not really for her, they were filled with such unguarded wonder that it made her blink, unprepared for the dazzle of Kara’s admiration. She felt unaccountably warm suddenly, and although she tried to remain business like as she went through the usual set up routine, it took three tries before all the sensors were perfectly aligned to begin.

When at last it was done and Kara was lying back on the cot with the Q-waves running, she gazed up again with a sigh that seemed both contented and a little wistful.

‘There are so many more than you can see from the city. I’d almost forgotten…’

She reached out a hand as if she might be able to touch the scene above her, and the projector painted the back of it with a sprinkling of stars, as if Kara was once again part of the night sky that was now so far out of her reach. She looked almost sad, and Lena wondered whether this might not have been such a good idea after all. Was she just taunting her with the illusion of something she could no longer have?

But then Kara stopped reaching upwards, and instead extended her hand towards where Lena sat with her laptop, in the shadows beyond the soft shine of simulated starlight.

‘Will you come and watch with me?’

‘I shouldn’t. I need to keep an eye on the monitor, just in case something goes wrong…’

‘Nothing will go wrong. Besides, the readouts are on your laptop aren’t they? Can’t you just bring it with you?’

Lena considered. Technically, yes, she could. Her laptop had all the controls she needed apart from the switch to actually turn the Q-waves on and off, but if she was beside Kara she could always just physically remove the cap if there was an emergency. There was no practical reason to stop her joining Kara among the stars…

Except.

Well, was it wise?

She and Kara were well beyond any possibility of romance of course, but still, stargazing. It was the classic trope from every romantic novel and movie in existence, and going over to lie beside her now might be tempting fate too far.

...But then again, they weren’t real stars.

The two of them were just in Lena’s lab, the same as they had been twice before now, and Lena was a certified genius, she was hardly likely to allow herself to forget reality, especially if she was also keeping an eye on the Q-wave readouts at the same time. And after all, she had paid an amount that she wouldn’t care to admit to for the projector, and if not now, when was she ever going to find time to make the most of it?

She gave in, and was soon settled beside the bed with her chair tipped back as far as it would go, laptop set up beside her but carefully angled away from Kara so that she couldn’t read more from the screen than she should. She checked the readouts one more time, and then Lena let herself lean back and enjoy the majesty of the universe.

It had been worth spending the extra money to get a quality model, she thought. Every constellation was picked out with breathtaking clarity, the milky way so crisp that she understood the urge to reach out and try to touch it. Of course it still wasn’t really like being outside (not when the shape of the light fixtures was so clearly discernible behind the projection), but as her breathing synced to Kara’s in the darkness, Lena still felt an echo of what she always had when she took the time to really notice the stars.

It made her feel her own smallness and insignificance in a way that she rarely experienced in her day to day life. Down here she might be nigh-infamous, the influential billionaire, high power CEO at the top of her field, respected or despised but always and inescapably known; but up there she was nothing. A tiny, fleeting blip in the vastness of space, barely there before it was gone again. It made her chest ache with the memento mori of it, but at the same time she found it strangely comforting, because on that scale it wasn’t just her that didn’t matter. The Luthor name and all that came with it was equally insignificant. Every rigid expectation, every hurt, every betrayal, every loss she had ever felt was so inconceivably tiny that if you zoomed out even a little bit they were no longer there.

It meant that if she chose to she could rip up the rule book, let her leg hair grow out and just do whatever made her happiest in the moment. The world would keep turning just the same, none the wiser to the fact that Lena Keiran Luthor was eating thick slices of mango on her balcony, dressed in nothing but the rosy glow of a rising dawn while juice ran down to her elbows; or sleeping for twelve gloriously unproductive hours before wandering out to the nearest park with a bag of defrosted peas and rolled oats for the ducks instead of attending her scheduled press conference (because even when nothing had consequences on a cosmic scale, not harming the local wildlife by feeding them bread still mattered).

It made her want to look away.

It made her want to stare forever.

It made her want to hold onto someone, to anchor herself with the undeniable, tangible physicality of life and heat and breath and the shared experience of this.

It made her want…

It made her want.

‘Do you remember the time we did this your first year here?’

Kara’s voice was almost as soft as a starlight surrounding them – an accompaniment rather than an interruption to the peace, and Lena found herself smiling fondly at the reminder, the sharp stab of pain that usually tainted any happy memories of their shared past unexpectedly absent.

‘Oh course I do. You dragged me out in the middle of the night, insisting we go to some special perfect spot to see a meteor shower, and then we got lost hiking up the trail’.

Probably, she now realised, because Kara had only ever flown there before. She could have done so that time as well if it had just been about seeing the shooting stars, but she had wanted to include Lena in the excursion so much that she had been willing to walk a mile and a half in the dark just so they could experience it together, and Lena had agreed as if the suggestion hadn’t been completely insane. Even after knowing her only a few months, she had already been willing to do just about anything if Kara asked it of her.

‘In my defense, the trail marker was missing, and it turns out things look really different in the dark. But that meadow we found was even better, wasn’t it? With all the harebells, and then the owl flying over, it felt almost like magic’.

‘It was beautiful’.

It really had been a lovely place, but despite the scenery, all Lena had really had eyes for that night had been Kara. She had been more beautiful than any meteor shower…

‘It was. I loved sharing the stars with you’.

Lena didn’t trust herself to reply, but she couldn’t help her mind drifting back over all the other times she and Kara had shared the stars.

Warm summer nights spent laughing and sipping wine while the sky slowly darkened above them. Crisp autumn evenings when they had met up after work and decided to take the long way through the park, just for a few more minutes of starlight and conversation before they met up with everyone else for a game night. The New Years Eve when Lena had been under the weather and decided not to go to any of the various events she had had invitations to, and Kara had blown off her own party in order to keep her company. They had spent the hours before midnight sitting out on her balcony, bundled up in layers of coats and blankets, sipping hot tea instead of champagne and watching the fireworks going off across the city…

The memories were so vivid that Lena had to interrupt them before she could forget herself and reach for Kara’s hand as she had then (not that anything had come of it. Kara had simply swung their clasped hands between them and started up a verse of Auld Lang Syne, and Lena had pretended that that’s what she had intended all along).

‘Do you know any constellations?’

‘Yeah, my friend Kenny and I spent about a year in high school obsessed with star gazing, and we learned them all. Do you know them?’

‘Most of them – not all. I had a brief astronomy phase too, but my family didn’t consider it a proper science and pushed me to redirect my focus to areas that would prove more profitable later on. I enjoyed learning about the constellation myths in my free time though’.

Kara hmmm-ed gently – sympathetic without making it into a big thing.

‘Will you tell me one?’

They spent the rest of the 60 minutes swapping stories about the stars. Lena told Kara some of the livelier Greek constellation myths, and in return Kara told her about her nights of stargazing as a teenager, and the stories she had made up for herself about what she could see. Some of the myths Kara described sounded too detailed, and too strange to be all imagination, and Lena wondered whether this was a re-writing of some Kryptonian legend. She made a mental note to ask once Kara had the rest of her memories back, and then pulled up short.

Of course she couldn’t ask.

They would no longer be on speaking terms by that point. Foolish of her to forget that.

But the stars were shining, and the quiet hum of the Q-wave generator was soothing, and she couldn’t bring herself to get worked up about the slip. It didn’t matter. They were in a made up friendship in the midst of a made up universe, and all of it felt real enough for this moment.

All too soon the time was up and Lena turned the lights back on, the intimacies of her star-addled thoughts retreating into the safety of the shadows they had come from as she turned her attention back to the Q-wave programme.

And: there was something there.

Well. Maybe there was. It was hard to be sure even with the image magnified as far as it would go, but she thought there might be a couple of spots where the dark line was now very slightly less crisp. Not quite fuzzy, but getting there…

She stared at it until her eyes ached and she could no longer trust that any blurring was actually on the scan rather than an illusion of her own visual fatigue, and then she closed the file and sent it off to Alex along with a brief write-up of the session’s progress. It might be nothing, and it might not. All she knew for sure right now was that Kara felt fine, and that at that moment she was waiting for Lena to finish her report so that they could begin their evening plans, and the longer she spent worrying over an inconclusive image the less time they would have to enjoy them.

So she abandoned her laptop along with all thoughts of fuzziness that wasn’t the alcohol induced kind, and set off with Kara for their cocktail night.

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Clinical trial for Q-wave brain stimulator.

Trial subject 1. Session 4

15 biohertz sustained for a period of 60 minutes.

No ill effects noted.

Subject fell asleep at approximately minute 14 of treatment, and this was maintained for the remainder of the session.

Scan evidenced definite blurring of perimeter at position 4 (noted on scan), measuring approximately 0.54mm in width. This represents a significant development over the previous treatment outcome.

Hypothesis: treatment during REM sleep may have enhanced effects compared to the same waves received while conscious.

They had used the star projector again, but with the possible-almost-blurring on the previous scan Lena had felt it prudent to keep her focus on what was happening on her screen, and had stayed at her desk this time. Without the distraction of sharing stories Kara, apparently exhausted after a broken night and a particularly grueling day at work, had quickly dozed off in the quiet peace of the simulated night sky.

And it was lucky for Supergirl that she did, because this new finding was major. A breakthrough even.

Okay, Kara hadn’t seemed to remember anything new when she woke up, but the questionable fuzzy spot on the previous scan was now a definite blurring, and progress had been much more rapid than Lena had expected.

It was exactly what they had been working towards since she had conceived the idea that first night in Al’s.

It was wonderful.

Just what she had been hoping for.

It WAS…

It had to be.

She waited until Kara was safely in the bathroom, then retreated to the privacy of the back office with her auditory scrambler to call Alex. Even with those precautions in place it was a bigger risk than she should have taken, she knew that, but she couldn’t help it.

She wanted to pass on the good news directly.

She wanted to hear someone else tell her that it was good news, so that she could believe it for herself.

‘Lulu, what’s up?’

Somehow Alex managed to audibly smirk at the use of the code name, and it was just so typically Alex of her that it managed to divert Lena briefly from the reason for her call.

‘Do you really have to call me that every time?’

‘Hey it’s your rule, I’m just abiding by it’.

A little of the panic that had been building behind Lena’s sternum was replaced with the aggravated amusement that was becoming the baseline for their interactions, and she felt her stiff shoulders relax by a few degrees even as she made her voice sound stern.

‘That’s for when there’s a risk of being overheard at your end, as you know perfectly well. Right now I know for a fact that our trial subject is not standing behind you, because she is currently in my bathroom, and I am in my locked, sound proof office’.

‘Still, it’s wise to keep in good habits’.

Lena grimaced at her phone, but she had to fight the slight tugging at the corner of her lips to do so. Alex was enjoying this code name business far too much, and it made her wish she had chosen something less innocuous than ‘Annie’ in return. Ermintrude perhaps. Or Bert. It would have been terrible for the purposes of keeping things under the radar, but it would have been fun.

‘Hey Earth to Lulu, don’t keep me in suspense! What’s happening over there?’

‘Right, sorry. I do need to be quick – I just wanted to tell you myself, I think we have some progress. There is a definite blur on the scan. It’s small, but it’s there’.

‘Wait, seriously? And Kar- uh, Katie is feeling alright? No headache or anything that might indicate a danger sign?’

‘She’s completely fine. No indication of any memories or powers coming back yet, but this is a real start’.

‘Lena this is amazing! We need to go out for a drink to celebrate!’ - she hesitated - ‘unless that would be crossing too far over the business/friendship line?’

She should have refused. Would have refused, if Alex had suggested this even last week. But now, hyped up by the imminence of success and desperate to share it with someone, she didn’t want to. She wanted to go out to a bar with Alex Danvers, have a drink and companionably provoke each other for a couple of hours while they toasted the progress of their project. And if that happened to distract her from what else success would mean for her, well, that was so much the better. Besides, what harm could it do, if all of this was going to be over soon? She might as well make the most of having someone to go out drinking with while she still had the chance.

‘In the circumstances I think a celebratory drink would be entirely appropriate. Kara and I are on our way to catch a movie right now, but I could meet you later this evening if that works for you? 8.30ish?’

‘Sure Lena, I’ll see you tonight. Have a good time with Kara’.

There was a smile in Alex’s voice as she said this, and Lena wondered exactly what she was reading into their movie date.

Not that there was anything to read.

This social time was all part of keeping Kara on board with the ongoing trial, it didn’t mean anything more than that. It couldn’t, especially now they were a step closer to this whole thing being over.

Not even if she was about to sit through a special screening of ‘The Wizard of Oz’ that she might have suggested could be a good nostalgia draw at an independent movie theatre where she had just... happened... to make a recent sizeable donation. They were after all a community institution, and The Wizard of Oz was a beloved classic. It was a worthy cause that had nothing at all to do with the fact that Kara had mentioned in passing that she had never actually had the opportunity to see her favourite movie on the big screen.

No one could prove otherwise.

Kara certainly didn’t question it. She was as excited as a puppy as they made their way to the movie theatre, apparently refreshed by her nap and practically skipping along beside Lena as she gushed about her favourite scenes, and how magical it would be to see the moment when Dorothy stepped out of sepia and into full technicolour rendered huge on the big screen.

They bought a giant bucket of buttery popcorn and settled into front row seats, and Lena found her eyes drawn as often to Kara as to the movie as the story began. She just looked so happy, it made it impossible to dwell on anything outside of this moment with her, experiencing the vicarious delight of her immersion in a well told story.

Lena knew for a fact that Kara had seen this movie dozens, if not hundreds of times, and yet she reacted to everything as if it was the first time. She glared ferociously at the threat to have Toto euthanised. She mouthed along with all the songs, gasped at the transition into Oz, and actually grabbed Lena’s hand at the first appearance of the Wicked Witch of the West, though she let go again a moment later.

She stayed transfixed, eyes shining, until the credits finished rolling and the lights came up.

‘That was uh-MAZING. Thank you so much for doing this with me Lena. I don’t know why I love that movie so much, but there’s something about that always just clicked, you know? Maybe it’s to do with being fostered. It’s not exactly like finding yourself in Oz obviously, but it was a pretty big transition to make at 13. I guess I always felt a bit like Dorothy because of it’.

‘It’s funny, I think my adoption made me relate more to the Wicked Witch of the West’.

Kara laughed disbelievingly and swatted her very gently on the arm, clearly still high on the joy of the movie and too much popcorn.

‘Lena! That’s ridiculous, you’re not a wicked witch, you’re the best!’

‘Debatable. But I suppose I’m not thinking of the original Wizard of Oz witch so much as- have you ever seen Wicked?’

‘No, I’ve wanted to forever, but it’s never come to National City, and I never got round to making the trip’.

Lena grinned.‘Okay, that settles it – I’ll find out where it’s showing next and we can take my jet’.

They would just have to fit it in before the Q-wave trial progressed too far, that was all. She could do that.

‘Fly there? You don’t have to do that for me, that’s way too much trouble! Do you even like musicals?’

‘Some, and I have a special soft spot for Wicked. As I said, I always kind of related to Elphaba. She’s not actually adopted like I was, but she was marked out from the beginning in her family by something she couldn’t help, and was always in the shadow of her golden-child sibling. Then when she finally goes out into the world all anyone can see is her green skin, and they brand her wicked for it no matter how hard she tries to be good. After Lex committed his crimes, the Luthor name felt a bit like that for me. Then there’s this whole bit about how she relates to the Wizard that felt very me and Lex’.

She hadn’t expected to open up like that to Kara about something she wouldn’t usually admit to, but for some reason her defenses didn’t slam up to stop her saying it. Maybe because she had just spent 102 minutes watching Kara unabashedly, purely relate to something without any kind of reservations; it had made her want to offer something in return, even if it was nothing more than a broadway musical.

Or maybe because there was a smudge on Kara’s scan, and it had made Lena realise how not-ready she was for their temporary friendship to end...

‘So Wicked is kind of like your ‘Wizard of Oz’? That’s amazing, I can’t believe I never knew we had Oz in common! But I also hate that you were ever made to feel that way about who you are’.

‘It’s fine Kara, I’m used to it. Besides, you’ll see when we watch it, it makes her strong in the end: she gains her independence and learns to rely on herself in the face of those that doubt her’.

Like Lena had done before, and would do again... After their trip to see Wicked.

Kara frowned a little, not looking entirely appeased.

‘If you say so. It makes me not like how things end for her in The Wizard of Oz though. You deserve so much better than that’.

‘You know, she isn’t really me’.

‘I know… but still’.

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Holidays

Altagracia Day (Dominican Republic)

American Novel Day

Babinden (Day of the Midwife; Bulgaria, Serbia)

Concorde Flight Day

Derbyshire Archeology Day (Canada)

Errol Barrow Day (Barbados)

Feast of the Jolly Roger

Grandmother’s Day (Poland)

International Bon Jovi Day

International Playdate Day

International Sweatpants Day

Kiwanis Day

Lady of Altagracia Day (Dominican Republic)

Lincoln Alexander Day (Canada)

Mariachi Day (Mexico)

Moss Day (French Republic)

National Bakers-Crafters-Makers Day

National Check Your Coverage Day

National Cheesy Socks Day

National Conscious Uncoupling Day

National Day of Racial Healing

National Hugging Day (a.k.a. Hug Day)

National Hyaluronic Acid Day

National Max Day

National Press Day (Somalia)

One-Liners Day

Own Your Own Home Day

Postgraduate Student Day (Russia)

Princess Ingrid Alexandra Day (Norway)

Race Against Dementia Day (UK)

Sonam Lhosar (Tamang New Year; Nepal)

Stephen Foster Day

Sushant Day (India)

Swiss Guard Day

Tatiana Day (Russia)

Thank Your Mentor Day

Tripps Festival Anniversary Day

World Save Pond Hockey Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Granola Bar Day

National New England Clam Chowder Day

Nature Celebrations

Fancy Rat and Mouse Day

Ivy (Friendship; Korean Birth Flowers)

Mount Hood National Forest Day

National Hug Your Puppy Day

National Squirrel Appreciation Day

Red Squirrel Appreciation Day (UK)

Independence, Flag & Related Days

Bangsamoro Foundation Day (Philippines)

Flag Day (Quebec)

Ohio (Ottawa & Wyandot Tribes cede their land to U.S. via Treaty of Fort McIntish; 1785)

The Kingdom of Coleraine, a.k.a. Ríocht na hUlaidh Thair Nhua (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Quebec Flag Day (Canada)

Royaume de Nova Francia (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

3rd Tuesday in January

National Superfoods Day [3rd Tuesday]

Printing Ink Day [Tuesday closest to 16th]

Rid the World of Fad Diets and Gimmicks Day [3rd Tuesday]

Taco Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Tapas Tuesday [3rd Tuesday of Each Month]

Target Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Tater Tot Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Trivia Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Trusting Tuesday [3rd Tuesday of Each Month]

Two For Tuesday [Every Tuesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning January 21 (3rd Full Week of January)

International Hoof-Care Week (thru 1.24) [Begins 3rd Tuesday]

NYC Restaurant Week (New York, New York) [thru 2.9]

World Kiwanis Week (thru 1.27) [Always Begins 1.21]

Festivals Beginning January 21, 2025

Eastern Idaho Ag Expo (Pocatello, Idaho) [thru 1.23]

International Hoof-Care Summit (Kansas City, Missouri) [thru 1.24]

Mile 0 Fest (Key West, Florida) [thru 1.25]

Northern Green (St. Paul, Minnesota) [thru 1.23]

Sioux Empire Livestock Show (Sioux Falls, South Dakota) [thru 1.26]

Symposium for Professional Wine Writers (Meadowood, Napa Valley, California) [thru 1.22]

Feast Days

Agnes (Christian; Saint)

Alban (a.k.a. Bartholomew Row; Christian; Saint)

Anabaptist Day (Zurich, Switzerland)

Anniversary of the Elf Wars (Shamanism)

Carista: Day of Peace in the Family (Pagan)

Confucius (Positivist; Saint)

Demiana (Coptic Church)

Epiphanius of Pavia (Christian; Saint)

Fatty Arbuckle (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Feast of Yngona (Pagan Danish; Everyday Wicca)

Fructuosus of Tarragona (Christian; Saint)

Gobo Fraggle (Muppetism)

Iodha (Celtic Book of Days)

John Yi Yun-il (One of The Korean Martyrs)

Meinrad of Einsiedeln (Christian; Saint)

Patroclus of Troyes (Christian; Martyr)

Publius (Christian Saint)

Ravioli Day (Pastafarian)

Virnin (a.k.a. Vivian; Christian; Saint)

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chinese: Month 12 (Ding-Chou), Day 22 (Geng-Yin)

Day Pillar: Metal TIger

12-Day Officers/12 Gods: Remove Day (除 Chu) [Auspicious]

Holidays:

None Today

Secular Saints Days

Ethan Allen (Politics)

Harriet Backer (Art)

Genna Davis (Entertainment)

Peter De Wint (Art)

Duncan Grant (Art)

Richie Havens (Music)

Jeff Koons (Art)

René Iché (Art)

Wolfman Jack (Music)

Antonio Molinari (Art)

Jack Nicklaus (Sports)

Patrick Robinson (Literature)

Telly Savalas (Entertainment)

Adriaen van der Werff (Art)

Moritz von Schwind (Art)

Joseph Wolf (Art)

Israel Zangwill (Literature)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 4 of 60)

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [7 of 57]

Premieres

Adventures in the Skin Trade, by Dylan Thomas (Novel; 1953)

All Along the Watchtower, recorded by Jimi Hendrix (Song; 1968)

Animals, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1977)

Attack of the Tree People (Animated TV Show;Jonny Quest #19; 1965)

Banana Formula, Part 1 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 249; 1964)

Bon Jovi, by Bon Jovi (Album; 1984)

Boom Town or Destination Schwartz (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 250; 1964)

Buck Rogers (Comic Strip; 1930)

Bugs Beetle and His Orchestra (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1938)

Charlie Chan in Paris (Film; 1935)

Coo Coo, the Magician, featuring Flip the Frog (Ub Iwerks MGM Cartoon; 1933)

Counterpart (TV Series; 2017)

Daily News (London Daily Newspaper; 1846)

Daffy’s Diner (WB MM Cartoon; 1967)

Dirty Grandpa (Film; 2016)

Down to You (Film; 2000)

The Dresden Files (TV Series; 2007)

The Duck Hunt (Mickey Mouse Disney Cartoon; 1932)

Evangelion: 2.0 You Can (Not) Advance (Anime; 2011)

Franny, by J.D. Salinger (Novella; 1955) [Collected in Franny & Zooey in 1961]

Freaky Friday (Film; 1977)

Goliath II (Disney Cartoon; 1960)

The Helicopter (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1944)

Hurry-Gurdy Hare (WB MM Cartoon; 1950)

In a Metal Mood: No More Mr. Nice Guy, by Pat Boone (Album; 1997)

Jenůfa, by Leoš Janáček (Opera; 19904)

JLA Adventures: Trapped in Time (WB Animated Film; 2014)

Kiwanis International (Service Club; 1915)

Legends of Tomorrow (TV Series; 2016)

Let’s Celebrake (or Celebrate) (Fleischer Cartoon; 1938)

The Little Cut-Up (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1949)

The Mad Doctor (Mickey Mouse Disney Cartoon; 1933)

Monte Carlo Car Rally (Auto Race; 1911)

No Strings Attached (Film; 2011)

One O’Clock Jump, recorded by Count Basie (Song; 1942)

Opel Manufacturing (Hessen, Germany Automobile Caompany; 1862)

The Phantom of the Opera (Film; 2005)

Portlandia (TV Series; 2011)

The Power of Sympathy or the Triumph of Nature, by William Hill Brown (Novel; 1789) [1st American Novel]

Ruby Tuesday, by The Rolling Stones (Song; 1967)

Saved (Film; 2004)

Sideways (Film; 2005)

Toby Tyler (Film; 1960)

Tyrannosaurus Debt (Money Rock Cartoon; Schoolhouse Rock; 1996)

Unstoppable, by Sia (Song; 2016)

White Noise, by Don DeLillo (Novel; 1985)

Yanky Clippers (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1929)

The Year of Living Dangerously (Film; 1983)

The Year Without a Santa Claus, by Phyllis McGinley (Children’s Book; 1957)

Zip ’N Snort (WB MM Cartoon; 1961)

Today’s Name Days

Agnes, Ines, Meinrad (Austria)

Maksim (Bulgaria)

Agneza, Janja, Neža (Croatia)

Běla (Czech Republic)

Agnes (Denmark)

Age, Agi, Agne, Agnes, Agneta, Aune, Auni, Ines, Neta (Estonia)

Aune, Auni, Netta, Oona (Finland)

Agnès (France)

Agnes, Ines, Meinrad (Germany)

Agne, Agni, Evgenios, Maximos, Neofytos, Patroklos (Greece)

Ágnes (Hungary)

Agnese, Ines (Italy)

Agne, Agnese, Agnija, Agnis (Latvia)

Agnietė, Galiginas, Garsė (Lithuania)

Agnes, Agnete (Norway)

Agnieszka, Epifani, Jarosław, Jarosława, Jerosława, Marcela (Poland)

Maxim (Romania)

Vincent (Slovakia)

Fructuoso, Inés (Spain)

Agnes, Agneta (Sweden)

Candid, Candida, Candace, Eugene, Slavko, Yaroslav (Ukraine)

Agnes, Ethan, Inez, Mayer, Maynard, Ynez (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 21 of 2025; 344 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of Week 4 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar:

Druid Tree Calendar: Elm (Jan 12-24) [Day 10 of 13]

Graves Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 1 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Ding-Chou), Day 22 (Geng-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Coptic: 13 Tubah 1741

Hebrew: 21 Teveth 5785

Islamic: 21 Rajab 1446

J Cal: 21 White; Seventhday [21 of 30]

Julian: 8 January 2025

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 21 Moses (1st Month) [Confucius]

Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 32 of 90)

Week: 3rd Full Week of January

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 2 of 30)

Sidereal Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 7 of 29)

Schmidt Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 21 of 25)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 2 of 28)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Capricornus (Day 3 of 28)

Calendar Changes

Luis (Rowan) [Celtic Tree Calendar; Month 1 of 13]

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