you know, i used to be pretty sympathetic when it came to gabriel and his parenting and his motives as a villain. I wouldnt excuse his choices for neither of those things of course but I would understand them, more or less.
until today’s episode.
gabriel made the conscious choice of going after his own son under the excuse of being akumatised while being fully in control of everything he was doing. gabriel ignored how frightened his son could have been, or how he could have ended up hurt. gabriel manipulated him into believing that he was upset enough for a supervillain to take control of him, and adrien probably blames himself for that.
gabriel is a bad person. that is perfectly fine on its own, but i want him as far away as possible from adrien asap
Jimin’s your typical sweet, happy-go-lucky dance major that smiles at everyone and buys coffee for the person behind him whenever he can because he’s just that nice, and Jungkook is his big, scary, badboy boyfriend that never talks to anyone unless absolutely necessary and is almost always seen in a leather jacket.
They aren’t ashamed of their relationship in the slightest but that doesn’t mean that they don’t notice the looks they get when Jimin practically skips around campus with a thousand watt smile as he drags a tired and grumbling Jungkook around behind him.
Before they got together, Jimin was the sweetest, most patient person on campus. His presence alone would brighten anyone’s day. Sometimes, when he’d go to the library to study, there wouldn’t be any seats left and so he’d settle for sitting on the floor in the back. And sometimes people were careless and rude and ended up stepping on his papers. But he was too nice to say anything.
Once they started dating, Jungkook changed everything. No one so much as touched him in the halls, and the same table was always mysteriously empty when he’d go to the library. His tattoos and piercings made people nervous, even if they’d never met him before. In all honestly, Jungkook had never done a damn thing to anyone. Maybe he got in a few scuffles back in high school, a few heated arguments at parties, but nothing that would justify the reputation he’d received.
Honestly, Jungkook was just a big sweetheart that wasn’t good at talking to people and liked tattoos and piercings. So sue him for being awkward and appreciating art.
Jungkook would get up early to walk Jimin to dance practice, even if he grumbled about being up at 6am while he did it. Dressed in sweatpants, a hoodie, and whichever beanie he could grab on the way out the door, Jungkook would lace their fingers together as they crossed the college campus, never paying any attention to the people staring at them.
Jimin would always make them breakfast whenever they had a day to themselves, bringing it in to the bedroom before crawling on top of a sleeping, shirtless Jungkook. He’d press kisses to Jungkook’s spine, working up until he reached his shoulder blades, then his neck, to his jaw, and finally, his lips. And Jungkook would be awake by the time Jimin would kiss him chastely, only to be pulled back into a more heated kiss after he’d roll over.
“Good morning, handsome.” Jimin would grin and give Jungkook another peck as he blinked up at him, all sleepy and soft.
“G’morning, baby.” Jungkook would hum back as Jimin traced the tattoos across his chest, relishing the weight of Jimin on his stomach and the feeling of his thighs around his ribs.
Those mornings would be spent in bed, Jimin sat on Jungkook’s lap as they ate, feeding each other bites, even as cheesy as it was. Later, they’d end up on the couch, Jungkook in sweatpants and Jimin in boxers as they lounged around, not really paying attention to the television as much as they were to each other.
And Jimin would always meet Jungkook outside the lecture hall for his music production class so they could grab lunch together. He’d smile and wave at him from across the hall as people trickled out the door before getting swallowed by the mass of students. As embarrassing as Jungkook would claim it to be, he couldn’t help the lopsided grin that would form when Jimin would jump up to stand on the bench above everyone. He’d only chuckle and let Jimin drape himself across his back before piggybacking him out the door.
Sometimes it was hard on Jungkook. The stares and comments would get to be a bit too much and he’d just want to hide. But he couldn’t do that, so he’d lace his fingers with Jimin’s and squeeze until he looked away from whatever he’d been looking at. And Jimin would know; he always did.
As sweet as Jimin may be, more people had seen him lose his cool than Jungkook. And it was always for the “badboy” himself.
“He’s no good.”
“Look at those tattoos, he’s a delinquent.”
“He’ll just end up in prison.”
Jimin was always the first person to jump to Jungkook’s defense, regardless of how many times he’d claim that they didn’t bother him.
“Alright, listen up jackass-.” He’d scold people for saying such things about his boyfriend and it usually ended with Jungkook holding him back and tugging him in the opposite direction.
“They aren’t worth it.” He’d have to whisper into Jimin’s ear, quietly trying to calm his boyfriend’s raging fury as he glared at some middle-aged businessman from across the sidewalk.
“Baby,” Jimin would take Jungkook’s face in his hands, thumb grazing his lip ring, “I’m not going to let them talk about you like that.”
“Babe, I told you it doesn’t-”
“I know you only say that because you know how upset I get about it.”
Jungkook would sigh, knowing that he’d been figured out. Jimin would press a kiss to his lips and pull him into a hug, glaring at the businessman and flipping him the bird before pulling Jungkook away. They’d end up outside an ice cream shop, Jimin sitting back against the building as Jungkook laid his head in his lap.
“I don’t care what anyone says,” Jimin would start, aggressively licking the ice cream cone in his hand, “you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”
Jungkook would grin up at Jimin before tugging him down my his collar to kiss him. Afterwards, he’d lick his lips and smirk.
And Jimin would just roll his eyes and let Jungkook kiss him again, pretending that he wasn’t just licking into his mouth for the ice cream. He’d nip at Jungkook’s lip, gently tugging on his lip ring until he’d groan and drag Jimin home.
concept: lance is one of those people who needs at least six hours of sleep to function properly, so sometimes after long missions or nighttime attacks, he’ll shower and go to the debriefing room and sink into the cushions and try his hardest to listen to everyone talking quietly around him but just… slowly drift off. everyone’s gotten so used to him slumping into them that they don’t even stop talking when his head drops onto their shoulders