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forever-rogue · 5 months

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Hi! If you’re taking requests then can I please ask for you to write a Joel x Reader one where Joel and Reader have been dating for a long time and are now finally happily living in Jackson (with Ellie), and it was all going fine until Joel’s PTSD is randomly triggered and he accidentally hurts Reader when she touches him as a way to check on him and offer him comfort like she normally would do during one of his panic attacks?

Like maybe they’re at a family bbq (with Tommy and his wife) or the bar or even at their own home when something — whether it be a certain sound, smell, word, etc. — triggers him to the point where he is totally out of it and gets startled when Reader touches him, causing him to slightly hurt her by grabbing her wrist or whatnot because he mistakes her as a threat. Once he snaps out of his PTSD episode, he immediately feels horrible and regretful despite how much Reader tries to assure him that she’s okay and it wasn’t his fault. But it’s not enough; he starts to distant himself out of fear that he’d potentially hurt her again and out of fear that he’d finally done something enough that’ll make her want to leave him. Reader catches on though and then does her best to make Joel realize that she doesn’t blame him for what happened, she’ll always be there for him — through the good, bad, and ugly —, and she’ll never leave him because he’s the love of her life. Just basically a whole lot of hurt and comfort (with a hint of angst and fluff) lol.

(Ah, I’m so sorry that this ended up being such an annoyingly long and detailed ask! I was struggling with how to express my idea in words, and just ended up rambling… I hope it’s okay! 😭 Please feel free to change anything — you’re incredibly talented, so I completely trust your wherever your creativity takes you if you choose to write this).

Anyway! Thank you so much for writing and sharing all of your stories — your writing is truly outstanding and really just your account as a whole is one of my absolute favorites! 🫶🏻

AN | Please, this is so cute but sad, but there’s also a happy ending 💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mentions of PTSD

Word Count | 2.8k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“Think you made enough food?” you felt Joel’s arm at the small of your back as you set up the desserts you had made. You turned to him and pretended to huff before playfully swatting his hand away, “I think you’ve got enough for the whole of Jackson.”

“I never hear you complaining, Joel Miller,” you grabbed one of the chocolate cookies you’d made and took a bite before offering half to him. He playfully bit it out of your hand, causing you to giggle at him, “no manners, Mr. Miller. None at all!”

“I,” he mumbled through a mouth of cookie, “am a perfect gentleman, darlin’.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” you uncovered the rest of the baked goods you’d prepared and marveled at your handiwork, “this is a family barbeque but you know that basically means everyone will be here since we’re all basically one big, weird family. Hence, I made plenty.”

“What’s a smart woman like you doing with a fool like me?” he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in a for a sweet kiss, practically beaming when you pulled back, “baby.”

"Don't baby me, Miller," you planted a playful, sloppy kiss on his cheek, "go on and help your brother with the barbecue so we can actually eat."

"Fine," he clutched at his heart as he scoffed before making his way over to Tommy. You couldn't help but watch him go, shaking your head in amusement. This man.

The world might have been different from how it once used to be, but one of the things that never changed was the love of fireworks. Jimmy and Sandra had somehow managed to come up with a cache of them on one of their last trips out of Jackson.

Naturally, the brilliant idea that they could be used at the barbecue was proposed and it wasn't hard to convince the younger Miller brother to go ahead with it. Under controlled circumstances, it would all be fine.

And realistically it should have been fine…you had no reason to think that it wouldn't be. But life didn't seem to agree with you and had a completely different idea.

You were standing with Ellie, your arms wrapped around her shoulders and you hugged onto her, waiting to see all the pretty fireworks. It hit you then and there - Ellie had never seen fireworks before! The idea in and of itself seemed wild.

Her entire face was lit up from her big smile and the sparkling lights as the two of you watched the ones Tommy had set off.

"Pretty cool, huh?" You pressed a kiss to the top of her head before realizing that something, or someone rather, was missing, "I'm going to go and find Joel. I'll be right back!"

Ellie was so distracted that she didn't even take much note of you leaving. It only took a few minutes before you found him near the back of the house, picking at something from one of the tables, or so you thought anyway.

"Babe?" You weren't sure if he could hear you over the clambering of the crowd and the fireworks; he didn't turn around. You walked closer to him and reached for him, "Joel?"

And then it happened all at once; he turned around and grabbed your wrist, twisting your arm at a painful angle and causing you to cry out. His eyes were dark but there was nothing there, just an empty hollowness.

“Joel!” you tried to pull out of his tight grip but that only made things more painful. He wasn’t letting go and you didn’t know what to do - he clearly wasn’t him right now. You struggled with him for a few moments before you heard someone running up and yelling at Joel to stop.

You looked up and felt a wave of relief wash over your body when you realized it was Tommy. If there was anyone that could help in this situation, it would be him. Tommy managed to pry Joel’s hands off you, the sheer force causing you to stumble backwards and fall onto your butt.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tommy’s hands were on Joel’s shoulders as he tried to get him to snap out of his trance. You’d never seen him like this and it was as scary as it was heartbreaking. You didn’t fully know what was going on but you had a fairly good guess, “Joel, this isn’t real, it’s just a memory. You’re okay, you’re safe, you’re at home with us.”

That seemed to quell him even if it was the slightest bit and he shook his head, almost as if he was trying to shake whatever was going on off.

“Breathe in and out slowly,” Tommy had a calming effect on your boyfriend who seemed to relax, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly, “look around, we’re at home, we’re safe.”

Tommy took a few steps back and looked at you, an apologetic expression on his face. You swallowed the lump in your throat and as he held out his hand to help you to up and to your feet. Once you were back up, you looked over at Joel to find looking between you and Tommy,

“Joel?” your voice almost cracked as you subconsciously at your sore wrist and sore. His eyes darted to the sore area that was already red and starting to swell.

His jaw clenched as he let out a long sigh, hanging in head in exhaustion and shame, “I’m…I’m okay.”

Tommy hesitated for a moment before gently wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “let me take you and Ellie home.”

“But-”

“Please?” he asked softly, offering you a pointed look. You realized what he was trying to convey and nodded before letting him lead you away, “I’ll be right back, big brother.”

You cast one last look at Joel but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. Your heart broke a little bit, but you kept repeating to yourself that everything would be alright. This was just a small bump in the road.

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When you woke up the following morning, you found yourself alone in bed, Joel’s side still made up and cold. He hadn’t come to bed. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before putting on your slippers and padding down the hall. You poked your head into Ellie’s bedroom and found the girl fast asleep still; at least she was getting some rest.

You decided to start a pot of coffee and made your way to the kitchen; when you stepped inside you found him sitting at the table and staring at his hands. You relaxed ever so slightly when you realized he was home…but something was definitely still going on.

“Joel?” you’d been so quiet that he hadn’t heard you come in, but his head snapped up and looked at you, “h-hey, my love.”

He inhaled shakily before looking you over, his entire face turning into a grimace at the angry haze of bruising on your arm. You realized what he was looking at and moved to tuck your arm behind your back.

“I hurt you,” was all he managed to see before you could see that his eyes were glistening with tears. You took a few steps closer and shook your head fervently, but he recoiled from you, “I did that to you.”

“No,” the fact that he tried to shy away from you didn’t stop you from getting closer, “you didn’t hurt me - that wasn’t you.”

“It was me,” gingerly, he reached for your hand and pulled out your arm so he could look it over properly. In between the marks you could see the fingerprints etched in there, “if it wasn’t me, who did this to you?”

“Baby-”

“I hurt you,” he repeated, “all because I couldn’t handle the sound of some fuckin’ fireworks.”

“Stop,” you crouched down so you could look up at him since he refused to do so, “please. It wasn’t your fault, and I don’t blame you for this. No one should - it was an unfortunate thing but it’s over and done with this and this bruising will heal and go away. But I am never going away, and if you think this one little thing will do that, then you don’t know me very well.”

“I had no control over what happened,” he was willing to concede at least that much, “and that’s what scares me. What if it happens again? What if it gets even worse the next time? What if-”

“Joel,” you reached up and put your hand on his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek, “you can’t think like that. It’s not healthy….just because it happened once doesn’t mean it will happen again. And, if for some reason it does, we’ll take it one day at a time.”

He reached up and gently removed your hand from his face, causing you to frown deeply, “I can’t trust myself around you. If anything ever happened to you or to Ellie, I would never forgive myself.”

“Joel-”

“I need some air,” he stood up and gently brushed past you, walking outside and into the backyard. You remained rooted in your spot, but sighed heavily, blinking back the tears that threatened to well up.

Things would be okay, you knew they would…they had to be. Right? Right.

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Joel was still with you, but you could slowly see him growing more and more distant as the days wore on. Despite your reassurances that you were okay, and you still loved him more than anything, it was like he became a shell of his former self. And it wasn’t just with you, which was a bit of reassurance that it wasn’t just you, but it was with everyone. You wished there was something you could do that would easily get him back to his former self. Just as your arm grew better and less bruised, he continued to pull away and create a barrier between the two of you.

One late night, as you laid in bed reading due to your inability to sleep, Joel came in and slowly closed the door behind him, and leaned against it. When he cleared his throat, you looked up and saw a serious expression on his face. He looked just as tired as you felt.

“What’s up?” you asked softly as you closed your book and gently set it to the side. He remained silent for a few moments, clearly searching for the right words. Once a few moments of tense silence passed he finally looked at you, "hmm?"

"I've been thinkin'," he shoved his hands into pockets. You sat up straighter and tried to push down the nagging feeling that was already forming in your tummy, "and I think it's best…I should go."

"Go?" You parroted, not fully understanding what he was talking about, "what do you mean, Joel?"

"Go," he waved his hand around, "I don't think I should be here with you and Ellie anymore."

"Oh. Oh," you frowned at him, "so you're just going to up and leave."

"Baby, I - it's not like that," he insisted softly but you weren't just about to let him go. Not that easily, "this is what's best."

You scoffed at him, not even bothering to hide your disappointment, "that's what's best, huh? For who? For who is it best? You?"

"Best for everyone."

"Well that is just a straight up lie," you got out of bed and walked over to him, crossing your arms over his chest, "its not what's best for me at all. Or Ellie."

"Baby," it was softer and much more gentle, and almost resigned in a way.

"Listen - this time I need you to listen to me," you stood in front of him, firm and tall, "this has been going on for weeks now and I'm not just going to let you keep continuing on like this."

"I just…I wouldn't forgive myself if I ever did anything to you or hurt you in any way possible," you could see his Adam's apple bobbing, "its already hard enough knowing that I did."

"Look," you pulled back the sleeve of your sweater and held up your arm. When he refused to acknowledge what you were doing you kept a cool and even tone, "look at me."

Reluctantly he allowed himself to look at your arm, at the place he had once hurt you. Your arm was back to normal and no remnants of what had once happened. He wrapped his fingers gingerly around your wrist as he tenderly turned your arm to get a better look at it.

"There's nothing there," you pointed out softly, "and it doesn't hurt at all. I don't think about it anymore and I don't…I never blamed you and I was never scared of you."

"You're saying that now…but what if it happens again?" You could see the genuine concern in his eyes as you reached up and gently touched his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, something he'd denied himself for what seemed like an eternity by that point.

"If it does, we'll figure it out," you meant every word you said and you hoped he knew that, "Joel, life isn't always easy and it's not always fun. But just because one hard or bad thing happened doesn't mean I'm just going to walk away. That's not who we are and that's not what we do. I'm with you forever and nothing is going to change that."

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, in search of the right thing to say. Instead of verbalizing all that he was feeling, he bowed his head and pressed his forehead to yours.

"If it was me that happened to and I hurt you, would you want me to just leave?" You asked softly and you could feel the shake of his head.

"Of course not," he insisted, "it wouldn't…it would have been an accident."

"Exactly," you whispered, "how do you think I feel about you? I'm not going to let you just go. Not without a fight."

"Really?"

"Of course," you took his face in your hands and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, "I love you, silly man. Nothing is ever going to change that. We'll be together through the good and the bad, through thick and thin. All of it."

And that was what seemed to break him. You could hear him sniffle lightly before a few tears rolled down his cheek. You gently brushed them away before making a small sound of reassurance at him.

"I love you, baby," he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his warm, soft body. You felt him relax into your touch as you looped your arms around his shoulders and tucked yourself into his body as best as possible. You could tell that he needed this just as much as you did; he was practically melting into your body, "so much."

"I love you," it was a sentiment whispered in his ear so only he could hear it,"so, so much my love."

"When I hurt you I just…I got so worried."

"It's understandable," you insisted, "anyone would feel that way. But I want you to also understand that I love you and that nothing is ever going to change that."

"I know," a huff of laughter escaped him, "I've always known that."

"Good," you gave him the beaming smile that he still managed to fall in with over and over again, "because I've always known that you love me too. I can't promise everything, but I can promise you one thing."

"What's that?" He trailed his fingers against your jaw.

"That we'll always be together," you pressed kisses to both of his cheeks, "and we'll get through anything. And that I will always love you."

"That's three things," he teased, a glimpse of his true self coming though.

"Joel!" You were laughing though and he loved that sound, "get the sentiment though."

"I do," he agreed gently, "I love you."

"I love you too, Joel Miller."

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller one shot #joel miller imagine #pedro pascal #tlou

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yennasun · 8 months

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I started reading your writings regarding on MT. And Oh my god, I’m addicted to it now, its now my daily dose.

Just the way you made MT, your writing and overall is just a huge wow. Honestly MT gives me the Spartan Kratos vibes. Especially the explaining his moves (yes I scrolled wAAYY down) This question is more on a personally, you can answer this or avoid it if you want to. Only a few. Forgive me when i bombard you.

How did he meet his wife. Was she a nurse of his, a fan who watches he previous fights, a passerby who bumped into him, a cute shop owner Mt found and kept visiting regardless, a blind date. Possibilities.

2. Was Gold aware of his dad’s old career. Did he accidentally find stuff that belonged to MT, or did MT never brought it up.

3. Can you imagine MT pulling a Spartan Rage Ape Shit like God of War just minus the healing part.

4. If ever or a thought, how would Amp MT react to seeing Redemp Squad MT. An opposite of who he is and what he looks like. You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to. Just a thought.

Im so sorry for asking this much.

Hi Jelly, I'm glad you like the writing! I know it's been a while since I made any new additions, but I do have plans for it. Just hit a bit of a creative slump recently.

Now for the questions!

1: I was actually planning on using @nzn43 OC Lime, she was gonna be a fighter as well. They were supposed to fight and have a very even and competitive fight that would go limes way by razor-thin split decision.

MT would eventually be allowed out into the city where he crosses paths with lime once again, and it'll carry on as MT consistently crosses paths with lime.

Eventually, after MT escaped and adopted an infant gold, the commission would find him. They'd send a hit squad after him because he saw and experienced firsthand how the commission REALLY worked and they wanted to tie up loose ends.

He'd escape but only after taking a few bullets, he collapses in an alleyway with a wailing, but unharmed gold in his arms.

He wakes up in Lime's place and thats about as far as I've thought about it lol.

2: for the most part, no. MT never really saw it as super important for the relationship he has with his kid, so he never really brought it up. Pair that with the USFC's official TV channel being incredibly tentative to play re runs of MTs fights in fear of people maybe finding out something they shouldn't, MT mostly goes down as a "forgotten warrior" type of figure in the usfc despite how entertaining his fights were.

Gold DID start looking a bit into it in the months leading up to the "incident" but didn't find much given the time they had left.

3: So actually, funny story about this, when episode 30 came out, I began to redevelop MT as a personality. When I'd first started this au I think it was around the time ep 28 came out, I was sorta on the bandwagon of MT being in his early to mid 20s.

So when I began this au I gave him a starkiller/galen Marek personality.

After Episode 30 came out, I designed his personality with kratos in mind (from the new god of war games) as a stoic but dangerous warrior who will fight for the people he loves.

So for the earlier chapters, before ep 30, he's more like a young kratos. Bold, wrathful, headstrong and prone to destructive outbursts. Post ep 30 chapters are where his personality will start to shift to the newer kratos.

As for the spartan rage thing, I do have something to say about that but i think I'm gonna keep it to myself, I will say that if you like that stuff then you'll LOVE what I got in mind.

4: depends on which type of MT you ask.

Pre escape MTA would keep his head down and speak only if spoken to, cuz that's how he was taught. And plus, redemption squad MT isn't an Amp, and Rooney taught him that nonamps can get him in serious trouble if he's not wary.

Pre redemption king would hate his guts off jealousy alone

he hasn't been through half of what i have, why does he get to heal and I don't?! He thinks

Post redemption MT would look at him with that rough, hard squint he's become known for, crack knowing smile, give him a pat on the shoulder and a nod of understanding. They both made it out, the journey was long and painful but they both made it.

Also don't ever apologize for bombarding me, I absolutely LOVE answering asks like this!

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm #animator vs animation #avm king orange #au #ava #usfc #avm mango #avm mt

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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My flower

MOVIE BRIGHT STAR COUPLE SAMUEL X READER RATING SWEET AF

I smiled so widely knowing that at last after four long years of being married at last I was with child. I had yet to tell a soul. I sat in my lovely mahogany bed with the sweet lilac curtains flowing down from the posts, matching of course with the white and lilac covers, said curtains pulled back a while ago. My breakfast on my little tray across my lap, with a beautiful bunch of lavender flowers in a small vase, my egg in its cup, my toast on its rack and a bowl before me of fresh summer fruits as well as my little tea cup of tea with the little sugar cubes so perfectly in there little pot. Once I finished up my breakfast I climbed out of bed and dressed for the day doing my hair and not really much make up I wasn't going anywhere today. And I hurried out of our lovely bedroom down the stairwell and hopping into the study expecting him to be sat there in his usual wooden 'torcher' chair or so I called it, where he usually say working on prices, writing at his little desk, playing his violin, perhaps even cleaning or caring for one of the many he owns. But the curtains wide open, the papers nearly in their piles and the room was empty.

"Hummm curious" I pondered so I headed down to the living room but that too was empty, to the dinning too and still empty, I even popped on my own office in the theory that he may have gone there looking for me and gotten lost in one of my many books but my desk sat perfectly facing the window and river, my books all perfectly in there shelves as I left them "curiouser and curiouser" I said before I hurried down to the kitchen and pantry expecting to see him with a cup of tea or perhaps some of my cookies but still empty "ohh." I sighed "where has that damn boy scampered off too now?" I sighed. I hitched my dress a little and went out to our garden and there I spotted him, surprised I hadn't heard him, as he sat under the willow tree, watching the river flow on by, surrounded by daisies and dandelions. His violin to his neck gently playing such sweet songs.

He was dressed for the day in his usual summer garments, his light blue and white clothes his Jacket likely still inside his waistcoat open enough to expose his purple braces. He spotted me a sudden smile across his lips so he turned to face me a little more and began playing the little tune he wrote for me while we were courting making me giggle as I adjusted my dress and sat down in the grass beside him

"Good Morning My flower" he cooes putting his violin down and giving my cheek a kiss

"Good morning Samuel. Pray tell what are you doing out here? Wouldn't you rather be in your study?"

"Umm, yes my study is perfect for the acuatics of my writing but I don't feel like working today. So I thought I'd just come play by the river. Besides I didn't want to bother you"

"It's no bother I like waking to your songs" I smiled "no work today?"

"No. Not feeling particularly in the mood"

"Don't you have that peice for Lord Bridgerton you need to finish?"

"Don't remind me, my flower" he sighed leaning against the tree "no. Not feeling it today master compositor deserves a day off every once in a while" he explained "and lord Bridgerton can stick his overbearing, overcomplicated symphony right up his over important arse" he explained

"Samuel!"

"Sorry y/n. I get tired of being creative sometimes. Some days I just wanna sit by the river with you and play little tunes that my lovely wife to sing for me"

"That's sweet samuel. It's alright you can't force creativity you'll just hate what you made" I told him "I don't really feel it either"

"Umm well michel will wait forever for your manuscript if you asked it off him. Your far too good my flower the world would wait forever for you to finish"

"And I'm sure the world would wait for your music too samuel" I smiled, giving him a kiss and taking his hand "samuel… I need to tell you something"

"What is it?" He asks sitting up and holding my hand tighter

"How long have we been married now samuel?"

"Four amazing years my flower" he smiled, giving me a little kiss "why?"

"And how long have we… wanted children?"

"I mean. If we're being technical we talked about children while we were still courting so I suppose a good six years now"

"Well at last" I smiled Moving his hand to the bottom of my stomach

"You mean it? Honest and true?"

"I am sure of it. Beyond any doubt"

"Ooohh my beautiful little flower" he cooes pulling me into an passionate intense kiss as he hugged me as tightly as possible I couldn't help my giggles as I hugged him close too "you are going to be the most beautiful mother in the world. And the most spoilt I promise"

"You don't-"

"I do. I shall spoil my little flower while she carries our little baby. So what do you think? Boy or girl?"

"I don't know yet but I hope for a little boy as sweet as his father"

"Well all I care about is that we have a lovely baby. But if they could be as beautiful as their mother I would be overjoyed." He smiled "come on let's go inside, you can read me the best chapter of your book and I can play you the next part of the piece" he smiled helping me up getting his violin and we headed back inside our lovely little house.

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just-honey-dewd · 2 years

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Miraculous Ladybug Season 5: Episode 1 Tangent

So I felt a strong urge to get this out of my system. Usually most ML episodes just feel like noise to me. I’m not usually compelled to write whole posts about them, so this could just be a fluke. Heads up, these will be spoilers for this episode, and they’re mostly negative. Oh, and it’s long…

For whatever stakes Season 4 supposedly set up, I’m not surprised the very first episode required the contrived intelligence deprivation of all the characters involved.

For starters, of course Gabriel didn’t use the Rabbit miraculous with a given plan, he was already obsessively giggling about getting the jump on Ladybug and aimlessly targetting their miraculouses even though time travel is hella OP and we coulda seen an attempt at using one of the most dangerous miraculous in place of making a sacrificial wish.

Oh yeah, speaking of sacrificial wish, unless eng subs are failing, Sass outright states it as a life sacrifice. Nothing abstract like “emotional value” the recipient may hold towards an object, personality, or memories. It’s a life for a life. Not as cool or nuanced as Equivalent Exchange, but was there any expectation for that…?

Anyways, had to watch 22 minutes of the grand equivalent of a Scooby Doo chase sequence across doors and hallways. And the heroes had so many opportunities to get the other miraculous — specifically crucial that they should’ve prioritised the Rabbit and Dragon miraculouses, since Gabriel pulled Air Dragon on them twice. There were several instances where he was tied up and the heroes just circle him and talk.

I feel like with the early seasons, Ladybug and Chat Noir were a lot more effective at acting without needing to exchange any dialogue. Like the way they were able to speedrun the mini villains back in Kung Food. Also every instance Ladybug didn’t just use her yo-yo to pull the staggering, wheezing Gabriel back to them was secondhand cringe.

It’s really impressive how obnoxiously close everyone was to each other, yet everyone seemed to be in no hurry. If the heroes wanted to end Hawkmoth once and for all, I really feel like Ladybug could’ve gone harder and taken back all the miraculouses that Gabriel (who is now full on autopilot mode) fuckin wore on his person.

Also the new hero designs were atrocious, I’m sorry. You’d think Rabbit and Cat miraculous could look good, but that’d require creativity and/or decent attempts at creating colour palettes unique to the individual. But we’re stuck with light blue being the main colour influence to anyone who uses the Rabbit miraculous, as with all other miraculouses. So uglyass neon cyan with black, cuz everyone knows neon goes great with black. Not to mention the terrible looking bunny ears, but I’ll try and pull back from that. The bunny and dog combined didn’t even try to incoorporate the look of the dog it’s hilarious. Why is everyone who wears the dog fated to either look bad, or lame?

Gabriel for the majority of this episode is so infuriating, there’s no nuance to him since… season 1 maybe? But then again, his dignity was already put in question all the way back in Simon Says. Uptight, arrogant headass got himself almost committing suicide, yet the old man never learns.

Gabriel could’ve done something with that drive, and whatever it was, would’ve been more significant to the viewers if we were… idk… introduced to what the drive was??? I couldn’t give two shits about what it could’ve meant. I knew he wasn’t even questioning it, he was gonna go straight for Ladybug and Chat Noir even when going after them is the equivalent of throwing your head into a brick wall the umpteenth time and expecting different. He deserves no salvation. He chose to continue fighting a losing battle of wits with teenagers, over the potential higher chance of salvation for his wife, and Nathalie.

I’m glad Nathalie berated and basically abandoned him at the end, his path is not even an effectively evil one. It’s incompetent, hard-headed, and unsympathetic. He’s a sad dumb little manchild. He isn’t even fun to root for cuz he can’t outsmart or think critically for shit. Ladybug and Chat Noir aren’t doing any better in that department honestly.

Man, the moment Felix walked Gabriel through to an advantageous point, Gabriel tripped down a flight of stairs, and just kept tripping harder. The season finale was a “I’m ready to give everything I’ve got for this mission. I will risk it all” and Evolution being the byproduct of that, and he’s now just “Well, I didn’t think past this point. What now?”

He’s as directionless as a headless chicken. Felix please come back, the story can’t progress with the sluggish rate of the main characters… You need to wheelchair Old man Gabe into his own victory again.

#my posts #this isn’t art #ml s4 spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #evolution #time travel shenanigans #everyone should leave this toxic idiotic man #i’m concerned over the parallels i was able to draw from gabriel taking the same route that keeps failing him #with how adrien went about using second chance with the snake miraculous #i hope to god adrien doesn’t end up as dumb as bricks like his old man to pull that amount of bullshit on everyone and himself #anyways take care #miraculous ladybug #gabriel agreste

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nella09archive · 8 months

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Marriage. 122

Chapter 122: Emergency technique

“What you do this time, Mr. Son?”

“Wow. Great way to greet a patient, doc.”

“Sorry. At this point I’m no longer surprised you’re alive. Just surprise you’re still alive.” Oh, this is just great. I hope Chichi is enjoying herself. When I looked over to her, she looks very upset. She was even holding my hand really tightly. “Well, from your current exams, it seems that you overworked your heart again. Even after the test, since you been brought back to life, there was always a chance it could happen again. Whatever is happening to you, is almost like the heart virus. Just not as deadly.” I was just left in shock. “Don’t worry so much, for now. Unlike the heart virus, this can be taken care naturally. The problem is. It requires you to take it easy. Which from what your wife says, would be a challenge for you. Just don’t take too much at once. I also suggest you take more than one day to rest, at a time. But for now. No physical activity, like fighting, for at least another month. Come back to me them, and we’ll see what those test results say.” With that, me and Chichi left the hospital.

Thankfully, Gohan was waiting for us out front. We were going home, well, to clean our reck of a home. When we got there, I was about to help out, when Chichi handed me Pan. “Doctors orders. You have to rest. So, sit out the way, and watch Pan.” I so wanted to complain, but I didn’t. I went to a nearby tree and sat with Pan in my lap. We watched everyone clear the rubble, and I felt awful that it was all my fault. Before long I saw Chichi walking over to me, with a metal box. Wait? Isn’t that the safe Chichi keeps all important things in? Why is she bring it over here? When she was in front of me, she placed it down. My Chichi is strong, but even I think she could have asked Gohan to carry it. She then opened it, and took something orange out.

When I fully saw what it was, I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Is that?” She nodded. “So, that’s where you kept it. Are the—”

“Yes Goku.” She pulled out two small boxes. “Both sets of our wedding rings. And even.” She pulled out another box. “The flower combs you gave me.” We just couldn’t stop smiling, as we talked about all the wonderful memories we shared. Before we knew it, Gohan came over, and told us he was done cleaning up the many parts of the house. But that he needed Chichi for a quick moment, to look at something. I was then left with Pan again.

As I sat there, I wonder if there was a way I could fight, without over working myself. I didn’t want to be gone a third time. Especially since I promise I’ll definitely be here for Pan. Over the course of my whole life, all my training, my body was my main weapon. I did use ki attacks, and even learned to use my ki with my body. But what if there’s another way? I then looked at Goten, as he helped Videl collect items. My son is already trying to figure out how to use his ki as his main weapon. My boy is not only smart, but creative.

Wait a minute. I looked down to Pan. My sons, and even this one, could easily out beat me one day. And I’ll gladly accept that. But they won’t beat me in strength, but definitely in brains. I’m so stuck on the old ways, while they think of how to do things differently. Ha. Another thing me and Chichi have in common. I couldn’t help smile at that. We’re both very traditional, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. But I’m going have to change that. Especially if I want to see my granddaughter grow up. “Isn’t that right Pan? You want grandpa to always be there.”

She smiled at me, and clapped her hands. “Grampa. Grampa.” And she started giggling. She’s so cute when she laughs. Pretty soon, Chichi and Gohan came back, and said that they were done for the day. And how we’ll start making plans for the new home tomorrow. With that said, we went back to Gohan’s house. When we got there, Chichi sent me straight to the room.

When I did, I just couldn’t stop thinking about my situation. I feel so useless, and I can’t do anything about it. And when I do get better, I have to be extra careful not to trigger it again. I would have to give up on protecting my family, if this happens again. I can’t let that happen. I need to be here for not only Chichi, but the boys, and Pan. I would risk my life to protect them all. I’ve done it twice. But that caused more pain than anything. I know they understand my reasons, but that doesn’t erase the pain. I need to develop a technique that guarantee I’ll walk away from the battlefield, alive.

That’s when it hit me. Isn’t Goten trying to become more flexible with his ki. Maybe I could learn something from him. If not, we could learn something together. Now this is rich. I try to teach my boys everything I know, and they’re the ones who also teaches me. It actually makes me very proud. My boys not only smart, they figure things I never could never imagine on my own.

I laid on the bed, super happy. Just then, the door opens and Pan is followed by a smiling Goten. I sit up, and asked what bring them here. Pan just rushes into my arms, and wow. When she crashed into my chest, it was very powerful. Before Goten could say anything, came in an worn out Gohan. What happened? “Dad, are you ok?” I told him I was fine. “Good. Because Pan is—” I felt a hard kick, and I let go of Pan. Ow. Where is that strength come from? “Pan!” Gohan quickly grabbed Pan. “Dad, are you ok?”

“Wow. Where she learns to kick so hard?”

“I don’t know. Mr. Satan does watch his movies around her a lot. And maybe we rough play with her also.”

“Keep it up.” I ruffled Pan’s head, until she grabbed my hand, and tightly hold my thumb. “WO! Pan, let go of grandpa, please.” She just giggled, and kept playing with my hand. Gohan was then trying to get my hand out, but I told him to stop. “Pan.” She stop giggling, and looked at me. She’s so cute. “Let go.” She finally did, and Gohan started apologizing. “Don’t.” I took Pan back. Gohan was about to say something, but I told him it was alright. But he didn’t leave the room.

The boys stood in the room, while I played with Pan. It even ended up with them trying to get her to follow them. It was fun to watch Goten try to get her to punch his hand, but she kicked instead. It was so much fun spending time with them. When they sense Chichi was about to enter, they quickly sat on the bed, and act like we were just talking. That wasn’t nice, but I understand why. Chichi came to tell us it was dinner time, and the boys didn’t move. “All of you, I said it’s time to eat.” She was mad, and we all started moving.

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Why didn’t the boys want to get food, when I said it was dinner time? When they finally moved, they seem scared. Of course, they are upsetting me. But I’m also very worried. During dinner everyone had smiles, even Goku was eating more. That must be a good sign. After dinner, he tried to help but I stopped him. With that the boys and Pan went to go play. I hope they’re not adding stress to Goku. Then again, he’s probably enjoying spending time with them.

For the rest of the month, Goku shows a lot of improvements in health. We even got a new home, that was similar to our old one. It did upset me that Gohan paid for it. Also, during the month, Gohan left Pan with us often. Sometimes even stay for dinner. Something was up, and I’m going to find out what. One Saturday, I follow the boys, only to find them playing in yard. Well, more like the boys chasing a flying Pan all over the place. They seem to be having a lot of fun. I should get started on lunch. Maybe even make an apple pie. The boys would love that.

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Ever since that day, dad wanted us to spend more time together. I couldn’t blame him. We been all busy with our own lives. But something about this was different. I still trained with Piccolo, and even have improve greatly. But when I go pick up Pan, she seems different from how I left her. Almost stronger. How? Dad isn’t training her? She’s not old enough to even say what she wants to do. She also seems to be gaining some weight. Is mom over feeding her? Goten does say mom and dad would give her extra food. Even how dad and mom been given Pan sweets. Pan doesn’t even have teeth. What are they doing with my baby girl?

Today I canceled on Piccolo, just so I could see what my parents been doing with my daughter. Everything seems find. We were playing, till Pan started flying away. I started to worry, till dad started to count to 5. So, this happened often, and they made it a game? And mom didn’t put a stop of this? Now this fun. Oh, we can’t fly or actually go at full speed. This made this even more fun. Almost like trying to out smart a baby.

When it was lunch time, I finally saw what Goten been saying. I tried to tell mom and dad that they’re giving her too much. “Nonsense.” This was nice. Then mom brought out a fresh apple pie. I haven’t had one of those it like forever. The first piece went to Pan. Uh? Mom always gave the first piece to dad. The second piece went to dad, but he cut a piece and added it to Pan’s. So, both my parents are overfeeding Pan. My parents are something else.

It was after lunch I finally witness what dad really been doing with my daughter. He’s not even supposed to do any training or fighting, in the first place. But here he was, helping Pan copy Goten. But Pan does seem to be having fun, so I didn’t argue. And dad isn’t the one actually doing anything. Then he had Goten fly a good distance, and tell Pan to go to him and back. She did, and she was pretty fast. “Dad?”

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.” I couldn’t really get mad at him. So, I asked what have he actually taught her. “Not much. Just more focus of her getting the movements. And having her get better at flying.” I couldn’t help smile. Then when Pan made her way back, dad pulled me down. “You caught.” Uh? When Pan landed in my arms, she actually pushed me back. Now I see what he meant. The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to not have Pan crash into things. It was super fun.

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The month was finally over, and we were at the doctor’s office. I really hope he says I’m all good. I really want to get back to training. I also want to start learning the new technique I been thinking about. As excited as I was, I was also slightly worried. As we waited, I couldn’t stop smiling, even when I want to vomit from all the smells. I long ago felt at 100% but I been well behaved. Even when I felt fine, I knew Chichi would worry.

As we left the hospital, I couldn’t stop smiling. I even wanted to fly all the way home. But I stood grounded for a bit longer. I’ll build up to that later. For now, I’ll won’t rush things. Too many past examples to reminded me why I shouldn’t rush. Chichi did question why I was taking it easy, and even driving her home. “What’s the rush? Everything is ok. Besides, you’re the one always telling me to not rush things.” From the corner of my eye, I could see she smiled.

When we finally came home, is when Bulma called me. What she told me next, almost made me panic. I looked at Chichi, and she looked at me curious. She ask what was wrong. I try to tell her that it’s nothing. Not like our youngest son snuck off to another planet or anything. She slaps me. “What you mean not to worry! Our baby could be in trouble!” She slaps me again.

“Bulma says she already sent Vegeta. So, they should be fine.” At this point I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince. I trust Vegeta could handle whatever the problem is and get the boys home safely. “I’m sure Vegeta will bring the boys home safely. So, calm down.”

“I won’t calm down till I know for sure they are safe. Since you got the ok, can you please sense where they are.” She started to tear up. “Please, Goku.” I held her, as I tried to sense how far the boys were. Thankfully they were in the range I could sense. So, far they seem fine, but something felt off. But I tried to keep Chichi claim, as I kept track of what was happening. That’s when I sense everyone’s panic. I told Chichi I would be right back. “Wait.” I was slightly confused till she kissed my lips. “A good luck kiss. I’ll be at Bulma’s till you get back.” I gave her a kiss and was off. Just in time too.

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I told Trunks this was a bad idea. But does he ever listen to me? Nope. Now here we are. Not only trapped and facing this thing. Why did it have to look like uncle Vegeta? On top of that, the real Vegeta is disappear. Everything we try, it doesn’t seem to be enough. Just then, dad showed up. No time for a happy reunion. We quickly fill him in, and he end up fighting the fake Vegeta. This is not the time to talk about how the fake you doesn’t know how you would take down dad. Then we hear a crunch, and the purple Vegeta disappears, and the real Vegeta is fine again. Trunks looks so happy to have his dad back. Even dad looks happy.

But the moment we got back to earth I’m face with an angry mom. After settling everything about what happen, we made our way home. When we got home, I got yelled at by mom. Even dad was very upset at what I’ve done. But once mom finished yelling at me, she hugged me and cried. Even dad held us. I really did worried mom and dad. Dad even stated I can’t leave earth unless he personally takes me, or Gohan. Dad must have been very worried. I’ll try not to worry them again.

I need to get stronger. I need to be able to better protect myself. I can’t have mom and dad worrying about me. For the next couple of days, if I didn’t go to school, I had to go to the field with dad. I was, in a way, on punishment. While dad work on the field, I was allowed to roam around. Even train a bit, which dad helped me. When the field was done, dad even joined me.

For some reason, he was asking about what I been working on. I told him how I was still trying to focus my ki to where it didn’t affect me physically. Dad then tried it with me. Even going as far as asking how I’ve figured out I could do it. For once, I was teaching someone else. On top of that, it was dad. It made me happy. We then worked on it together. It was so much fun.

We even learn to boomerang our ki. Like we didn’t have to pull it. It came back on its own. That was super hard. Then dad was trying to use his own ki to slow me down, whenever we sparred. That was cool. It didn’t always work, and not for every long. But it was still something. When I tried to do it, to our surprised I was actually able to hold dad off for a good while. That made dad very proud of me.

Something feels weird. Even though dad is here and all, it feels like the climate had changed. It’s almost my birthday, and it’s not even cold. Then again, sometimes it doesn’t get cold at all. If I want to really see snow, I have to go to a different part of the world. Sometimes I even forget about that, since the years goes by fast during the school year.

As my birthday neared, I was feeling nervous. This year mom and dad said they wanted to do something special. I wonder what that was. The closer we go to my birthday, the more nervous I was. My birthday was now 2 days away, and I wonder what will happen. Mom and dad haven’t shown any signs that they planned something special. But I did notice that Gohan did stop by a lot, even Bulma. Maybe they know something. It was the night before my birthday, and I couldn’t sleep. I tried meditating; it didn’t work. I tried doing a couple of sets of push-ups, and still couldn’t sleep. I even went as far as to read a full book. I was surprise that didn’t work. I looked at the clock and it was only 1am. Maybe if I hugged my blankie, that I made sure to hide away, I’ll fall asleep. I was so happy that it did.

The next morning, it seem like a usual day. Mom making breakfast. Dad sitting on a chair, watching mom. The table actually was looking more full than usual. When I finally got to the table, I didn’t get a chance to say anything. Mom had already served me breakfast. “Good morning mom. Good morning dad.” They said good morning to me, and I dug into my food. After breakfast, it was my usual routine of after breakfast exercise with dad. But why did something feel off? Once we were done, mom said we had to go clean up. And how she also set clothes for us.

After I cleaned up, I was actually surprised to see what clothes mom set out. It was the outfit I chose, when me and mom went shopping. Or so I thing so. It actually seems like a different set. Either way I was very happy to wear some causal clothes. When I stepped out my room, I saw that my parents were also wearing causal. Mom only makes us dress like this if it’s a party or something. I wonder what my parents had planned. I’m also very surprised that dad driving us. Not like he never drove me anywhere before, just that everything feels weird.

Dad drove us all the way to the city, where we met up with Gohan. From there, we ended up at a fast food place. What’s going on? Mom hates it when we eat only junk food. If we do, we have to have something healthy after. But when is mom being so calm about everything? Dad isn’t trying to start fights, mom isn’t getting mad, Gohan is super cheery. Somehow it feels off from our usual normal. Dad is even on his best behavior. What are we? Some normal… Is that it? Somehow that actually was a nice thought. If that’s it, then I’ll enjoy every moment. After the fast food place, mom asked if I wanted to go to the movies. She even asked what other things I wanted to do today.

We ended up going to the movies, and watching the movie I was so excited for. Dad didn’t even fall asleep. This birthday feels so special, yet it wouldn’t be considered special by a normal person. Then when we got home, I was very surprised that there was a party waiting for me. Today was just amazing. No fights, mom and dad acting like any other parents. Plus, it just felt amazing. Whatever happens tomorrow is going to be funny.

The next day was interesting, not funny, but interesting. Dad actually went back to training with Whis and Vegeta. Mom didn’t even get angry, or looked surprised. She just told him to be careful. He did give mom this weird smile, but I’ll act like I didn’t see anything. Once dad left, it was just me and mom. Mom even asked if I wanted to go shopping with her. Something about changing my whole wardrobe. “In with the new and out with the old.” That part I was actually confused about, but it’s ok.

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Daily Update 365 (Occupation Elation)

I [was] stranded somewhere between wanting you back and letting you go. A constant push and pull between my heart and my brain. ~ dreamyrainbowwriter

Sounds about RIGHT...

I wrote so much yesterday, and there’s so much MORE to say...

Thank yousht for NOT writing meesht back, in all sincerity...

It means the world to meesht....

I’ve NEVER been happier to have an “empty” inbox in my entire life...

It’s just the RIGHT thing to do with something in that manner...

And I won’t hate yousht for the rest of my life, instead...

Anyways, thought of MORE stuff to write about here....

I wrote it down in my notebook...

Like, can weesht talk about just how much I love my job?!?...

Today is my one year anniversary, to the date....

I just climbed the stairs today thinking I love my job, and for once in a long ass time, I felt FOREVER, ya know?!?...

It makes me feel GOOD, my boss compliments meesht a lot, she appreciates meesht, the other people are considerate, I feel important and like I matter, it’s at a library like yousht said (thank you!!!), I’m surrounded by the arts, I’m doing fun and creative stuff in Children’s, I run my own events, the building is nice, the hours are decent (thankfully), I have an easy commute...

I love my job, and there’s even a connection to yousht, there...

And let meesht tell yousht, she expected it MORE than I did....

Honestly, her husband said the wrong town name(s) when he told meesht his wife works at a library... When I asked which one, he said the other 2 names that start with the same letter... NOT this one...

I thought she worked some place else...

It took meesht ALL the way to the Holiday party in December to find out, since we got to chatting about other stuff, like the last time I went to a concert, which is how it came up in conversation...

Then when I said my ex b/f is in a ska punk band, she’s like, “Watch me guess;” or something similar, indicating she already figured it was the same band...

And then she asked the name of it, and said, “My husband is the bass player...”

And I was fucking floored, so I corrected myself and said, yousht and I were in like a polyamory, and it’s just easier to call yousht my ex boyfriend, so don’t tell him I said that... And she was just like, “He has a BIG personality....” With like, NOT a positive tone to it, which is why I told yousht I love it...

She said she used to hang out with your band, but then Jose told her what to do, and she was like NOT having it, and I was thinking, Oh GOOD, I’m NOT the only one who doesn’t jive well with Jose....

I wanted to ask her MORE about yousht, or just mention that I met your attachment, but I just shut-up, since I didn’t want to seem STILL into yousht, which I am... All though, I could have at least mentioned that I taught yousht saxophone... Precisely NOW that I think of it....

{I’m so sorry I didn’t talk MORE about yousht, she could’ve at least indicated your happiness level, a missed opportunity... WTF?!?}

My mom says this connection means you’re NOT so far away from meesht, as in like just 2 Degrees of Seperation....

I think this connection means we’re meant to be together.... I mean, when I honestly didn’t expect it... And then SMACK, I’m hit over the head with it... I tried to tell myself it could mean something else.... But after ALL the online dating suckage I’ve experienced lately, it STILL goes straight to OH. MY. GOD.!!!!!

As much as I tried to down play it, it’s an incredibly big loud SIGN!!!!!

And it wasn’t even the “excuse” for my gift, but look at that, it was built RIGHT into it....

So I love my job, and if I finish my degree, I may even get a raise...

And if that can put meesht closer to full-time territory, yay!!!!!!!

I only have a few years left before my enrollment runs out, and my degree is gone, because they NO longer offer that major....

So I have to complete it sooner rather later, but it’s just A LOT of fucking work....

Anyways, I love yousht so much, and I’m NOT just saying it to emphasize my point....<@@@

#Destiny #TwinFlame #FEELINGS #BeTheChange #Grow #Vent #GarfieldSays

#storyofmylife #whatif #donotreblog #GPS #VIP

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Clone Wars Character on TikTok

Anakin- Poor Anakin, man does not have a that many creative ideas, but his life and ideas are strange enough that he gets a lot of followers easily. He’s also almost constantly videoing things too, so he’s able to get real time. There are so so many videos showing the reactions that Obi-Wan has because of his dumbass plans.

Everyone, literally everyone, thought he was an f-boy until he made a post, super confused, saying that he has a wife?? That he loves so much? So, coincidentally, the next videos he posts are him and his wife, who doesn’t show her face but there’s a poll going on about who it is. Most people have figured it, though, because some of his videos are him just listening to Mrs. Skywalker rant about people in the Senate when she comes home to him.

He also tries to convince everyone that he’s the best husband in the world by videoing himself cooking her dinner, which he always burns. In those videos, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, staples on Anakin’s account, are heard in the background giving him absolutely terrible advice on how to fix it. They usually end up with burnt pans and a whole bunch of frantic clips of Obi-Wan trying to turn off the oven, “My dear, your time is up.” And Anakin in the background “Force, that’s not going to kriffing work, Master. I’m coming in with the water gun.” (No one questions why there’s a water gun.) Ahsoka is just….chilling in the background. She’s just as clueless as the rest of them, but it’s funnier to watch them almost burn down Padame’s kitchen before she tries to step in and make things worse.

Ahsoka-Her feed is a more controlled chaos than Anakin’s, but chaos nonetheless. She does a lot of dance challenges with Fives, and is sometimes able to rope in Anakin, who tries really hard but is terrible at it, and Rex, who doesn’t actually dance and just stands there staring at the camera. There was one time she got Obi-Wan to do it with her, and he absolutely crushed it. All that grace has to help him somewhere else, right? Because she does dance videos, though, sometimes she get inappropriate comments or duets, which Rex, Obi-Wan, Plo, Fives, and Anakin all duet or make a video about explaining that she’s a minor and how unacceptable this is. Well, that’s what every but Rex does. Rex won’t let anyone, anyone, talk to his little sister like that, so he makes a super menacing video of him cleaning his guns.

Needless to say, she does a lot of videos with Rex. They do a lot of random videos of their conversations and pointless arguments. They also do so a lot of competitions with each other, rather it’s staring contests or sparring matches. Their sparring match videos are actually super popular, and they get more and more intense and complicated as they go on. There are never any weapons involved, but they get to show off combat skills and have huge fights across the ship or compound. Their usually filmed by a hysterical Anakin or Fives. Obi-Wan has made his disapproval clear, but there’s a video on Ahsoka’s account of him betting on the outcome.

Obi-Wan- Mostly on Cottagecore TikTok and posts aesthetic videos of him meditating, making fancy, pretty tea drinks, or any other mundane thing he does. He also posts self-defense videos to teach people how to protect themselves, and gives tips of how to use the force and how to help meditate. I think he posts once a week, but posts a bunch at one time because he’ll have one day of silence where he can get stuff for himself done. Basically, his account is to comfort people, to help people, in perfect Obi-Wan fashion.

He also posts encouraging videos to cheer people up when they need it. Cute messages like “Today’s going to be a good day” with that award winning Negotiator smile that get galaxy wide comments and duets. Sometimes the messages border on him illegally sharing decisions that the Senate’s made, like when he announced on his feed that a certain Planet should get ready to party because a certain vote had gone a certain way.

Sometimes, though, he posts videos of Ahsoka, Anakin, or Cody doing incredibly stupid things. It’s become a series, he shows the person do or say the stupidest things, and then he zooms in on someone else’s face. The most common duo is Anakin and Rex, but sometimes there’s Waxer and Cody, once or twice, Obi-Wan and Cody.

Rex- He doesn’t post a lot, and when he does he’s usually not really in them. People only know him specifically because he’s in so many of Ahsoka’s videos. His are mostly “the stuff I have to deal with videos” showing petty fights between some of the 501st or some animal that a soldier decided they wanted to sneak into the ship. That, of course, lead to a blowup on his account, so he started posting lots of content with his brothers. Ahsoka has the notion that he’s doing it to help the way people see Clones, but he does seem to enjoy it a lot.

He, like Obi-Wan, posts hand to hand combat training video to help people in the galaxy, put his training to more use. He makes sure to show how to hold your first in a punch, how to safely clean a blaster, how to take a punch. Some of his posts are to teach people about clones and mando’a traditions. But he’s not all serious. He likes making videos of him and his brothers when they go out to do things for fun or they go out to 79’s.

This one might be a bit far fetched, but I think he would also post videos of him and Ahsoka doing mundane things together, repainting their armour, making bracelets or some stuff on the floors of the bunks during hyperspace. It’s calmer than what Ahsoka posts, and purposely so.

Fives-Oh man. Fives’ account is a wreck. Half of the videos are him running away from something he’s done and the other half are him running into things that he shouldn’t about to be doing. Shakily filmed, someone (usually himself) screaming in the background, you can hear him panting and out of breath. A lot of the times Anakin is with him or chasing after him, and as you can almost always hear Rex cursing and yelling at them to stop, especially if they haven’t done the thing yet because that means they have a plan. When Fives has a plan it ends up being worse than when he makes it up on the spot.

He also posts videos of him giving people in the streets compliments, because he’s sweet like that. He usually gets pretty funny reactions most of the time, and the few times they’re bad reactions he simply flips the camera and grimaces, then, of course, starts laughing because he’s not going to let one person put him down.

He also has a series of him painting the Bi flag all over the ship and waiting to see people’s reactions. The cutest was that one time Ahsoka walked past and ran her fingers along it softly and smiling. Also notable was the time Obi-Wan caught him midway through and just pretended he didn’t see him. All of those are posted with the persons permission, of course.

Aayla and Bly- They share an account where they do ALL of the couple-y stuff. Any couples challenge that they’re asked to do, they do. It’s hard to do the challenges like “You could’ve been nicer to me today” because they’re both on it all the time and have definitely heard of it, but they make do with all kinds of others. Aayla and Bly are definitely one of those couples that adopts all the kids that follow their account, and they’re ready to fight anyone who says anything bad the Clones or the Jedi.

There’s also a large amount of videos that some of the 327th takes of them cuddling together, training together, polishing weapons together. Basically, their account is them being cute and the rest of the 327th either being incredibly supportive of them or gagging at all the PDA. They start a trend where they go up in front of random people around the ship and start making out to get the reaction. Some examples of the best reactions are franticly running outside of the room, slapping Bly across the back of the head, and wild cheering.

Cody: You’re kidding, right? He does not have time to do the TikTok, nor does he understand TikTok at all. He is in most of Obi-Wan’s videos, and he’s sometimes in Rex’s too. Most of the time he’s telling all of them not to do whatever they’re about to do, or he’s sitting on the floor and crying with Rex.

Anakin actually started making videos called “When you see your dad and your other dad be romantic.” Where it’s just him finding Obi-Wan and Cody doing cute things in random places, followed by Anakin or Ahsoka making faces at the camera.

Plo- Parent side of TikTok for sure. His account features so many, so many, videos of him doing fun things with the 104th. He may seem like an extremely serious man, but put him with all of his kids and has almost no impulse control. They ask to stop at that restaurant they saw on the way to their mission, and he makes it happen. Everyone pretends not to notice because they wouldn’t dare go against him.

This account is also mostly run by everyone in the 104th because A. Plo doesn’t have a password and B. That’s how they get a bunch of footage. The phone is passed around throughout the day, but all of the content focuses on the Plo’s Bros relationships. Anything that he does, from giving a shiny a thumbs up when he comes up with a new plan, to teaching some of the older clones who are a little overworked how to take deep breaths. All the followers also a learn the Plo is absolutely terrible at any kind of card games, which is shown when they post video after video of the bets he looses.

Next for Star Wars I’ll be doing Bad Batch, then, because this got so long, I’ll do one with some more characters! Sorry it’s so long, this ran away from me a bit.

Some clone wars beautiful mutuals @radbatch (Who is the absolute best person to talk to about Ahsoka ever period end of story) of course and @maiseey (Who is now my my mutual? How?)

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could you maybe do the domestic HC with Senku instead of Kinro ?

Thank you

Please enjoy~🍰

Senku is 18 but I am time skipping it to 19-22 years old

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You actually helped him to gather resources he needed for any inventions and it was kind of how you both met

He was working on something and you were curious about it. But honestly you were a bit scared about knew things from a time you never knew existed

“You’re fine, you can come closer if you want“ he said with his smirk and it was your curiosity that made you so attractive to him. The more things he made the more you both hung around each other.

One day he had called you to help him with an experiment. He had a bunch of wires, ink, stick and paper he had made. What could he possibly be making? He asked you to sit while he hooked you up to everything

“Alright I just need you to look at me for a while“ he said taking a seat in front of you. Great you were sure he could hear your heart pounding and see you cheeks flush. He hen came closer to you making whatever you were hooked up to go haywire

“Huh, so you do have a thing for me“ yes this is how he’d “find out“. Chrome may or may not have told him you may have feelings for Senku. Of course being the person he was made an elaborate heart monitor with what he had and got you to eventually confess. The only thing you worried about was if he felt the same way.

“Hehe, don’t worry I won’t disappoint you“ and those were the words to the start of your relationship. You didn’t even know what a boyfriend was until Senku told you. In basic words you didn’t have to rush marriage. Even though your parents were eager for it. Overall being with Senku is better than most would think. He crazy smart so he knows how to keep things afloat. And he had very creative ways to show his affection to you.

time skip 2 year

So after about a year he thought it was only right to propose. You were both of age, he was chief technically, and he really did care for you, he may not say it but he does love you. You were very kind and shy, but you were curious about the things he knew, and he loved when you’d listen to him with a starry look. He thought it was adorable and he could talk to you all day long. His favorite thing though was star gazing with you.

Which is also how he proposed. one night while your head was resting on his chest and his fingers danced in your hair when he said “I’m going to space one day....and you’re coming with me”

“You’d take me?“ you asked and he smirked saying

“Why would I leave my wife?“ he chuckled and that was when he proposed he made a cute little ring, nothing over the top. He made himself a marching band only yours had a small jewel in it. Of course, you said yes! You had a beautiful but simple ceremony, and everyone attended. There was dancing, food, drinking and all. But Senku was very concentrated on your ring. He liked knowing you were his and he was yours.

Senku as a husband was interesting...he’d make a lot of references you really didn’t understand but it was fun at the same time. Although one thing you can't stand is how a rock can get more attention than you. One time you wanted to surprise him for an intimate night together, but he stumbled over a rare Rock and had the biggest eyes you have ever seen. After you stood there for a while he chuckled nervously

“Hehe sorry didn’t see ya there“ it took him a while but by the end of the night you both got what you wanted ;)

If you get pregnant, he gonna know before you. He knows the signs and symptoms and will just blurt it out one day “watch what you eat, it won’t be good for the baby...” the big mistake here was he didn't realize how really was until he said it out loud. Once he said that he kind of went into shock and was quite sure about the next 5 hours

He had lost his father long ago, he can’t really have the whole father talk now. But looking back he hopes he can be as good of a father as his was......you were going to be parents huh? That night while you slept his hand rested where your baby was growing and for once he felt, content...

Doesn’t let you do anything. No Senku may have a “do what you want” attitude but you were his wife and the mother of his child so of course you can only do super light stuff

Now its not that he didn’t want to be there for the birth but....1) you would destroy his hand 2) healers said no 3) he’s seen some stuff but he thinks he could possibly pass out during birth. Nonetheless, you brought a beautiful little boy into the world who looked exactly like his father only with your hair.

Yes, Senku wanted to name him Albert but you wanted his name to have meaning and you ended up naming him after Senku’s father. Senku was the type of father to teach his kid from a young age. Now your baby was smart like his father but he had his more laid back traits from you.

Senku did a cute lip thing where if you were both sleeping he’s talk to you both in your sleep. All the sappy stuff he wouldn’t say when you were awake

“I’ve lost almost everything ya know....but at least I’ve got you both

#senku ishigami x reader #senku x reader #dr stone x reader #dr stone #dr stone HCs #dr stone fanfiction #dr stone anime #anime #anime x reader #fanfiction #Senku fanfic

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A Track-by-Track Breakdown of Taylor Swift’s 9th Studio Album: ‘evermore’

“My collaborators and I are proud to announce that my 9th studio album and folklore’s sister record is here. It’s called evermore,” is how Taylor Swift introduces us to this album in its foreword. One might assume a “sister record” would entail b-sides, or tracks that didn’t quite make the cut for folklore, despite Taylor’s explanation that “we just couldn’t stop writing songs.” evermore’s release came at a strange time, upon the heels of the Folklore: Long Pond Studio Sessions film on Disney+, as well as 5 Grammy nominations for folklore. The world still captivated by folklore, it’s understandable why one might not consume evermore as critically. Even as a die-hard fan, I felt some whiplash by this announcement; I am still processing folklore! Hell, I’m still processing reputation!

If this was the Taylor from two years ago, this may have been a big enough fear of hers to hold off on releasing evermore. But as she explained upon folklore’s surprise release, life is too unpredictable now, and there are zero givens or guarantees. So she followed the same path this time (although making sure it fell in line with her birthday weekend). But it’s not just the strategic timing of the release that she’s thrown out the window for now, but also her mindset whilst making records. As she explains in the evermore album foreword,

“I’ve never done this before. In the past I’ve always treated albums as one-off eras and moved onto planning the next one as soon as an album was released. There was something different with folklore. In making it, I felt less like I was departing and more like I was returning. I loved the escapism I found in these imaginary/not imaginary tales. I loved the ways you welcomed the dreamscapes and tragedies and epic tales of love lost and found. So I just kept writing them.”

This is a revelation for Swift, to let the music lead her into artistic freedom, which is what makes evermore such a triumphant return. Truly folklore’s sister record, Taylor wrote evermore with the same creative team: Aaron Dessner of The National (Swift’s favorite band), long-time pal and collaborator Jack Antonoff, Justin Vernon of Bon Iver, and William Bowery aka Swift’s boyfriend, Joe Alwyn (as officially revealed in the Long Pond Studio Sessions). Additionally, former 1989 tour openers and close friends of Taylor, the HAIM sisters, join the crew, along with Marcus Mumford for some dreamy backup vocals.

The production is just as wistful and mesmerizing as it was on folklore, yet the storytelling on evermore is kicked up a notch, expanding on the topics and worldbuilding established in its sister record, with even sharper lyrics and an effective and elaborate use of alliteration. The best thing about Taylor is that no matter what she does, her masterful lyricism is always at the heart of her art, and somehow, she keeps getting better. Once again, I wanted to explore the rich stories she’s crafted in this woodsy universe. This is how I’ve interpreted the album, but I hope you find your own meaning in the songs as well.

1. willow It is fitting that the opening track to folklore’s sister album, where we wade further into the forest that is Taylor Swift’s imagination and storytelling, would center on the type of tree that is a symbol of hope, belonging, safety, stability, and healing. “willow,” one of the few more obviously autobiographical tracks on the album, is a hymn of gratitude for her man (as she wants you to know, yes, thirteen times), Joe Alwyn, and how the invisible string tethering them together pulled her to him in a time when everyone else was counting her out. Though not as present on many of the other songs later to come on this record, you can feel the lightness in her heart on this song as she embraces the way in which the willow has bent, wrecking her plans, throwing her into the water and leaving her happily lost and afloat in his current. The downward key modulation throughout the last two repetitions of the chorus is beautiful and very fitting for Swift vocally, but also sounds like the feeling of finding your comfort and settling into it, basking it in while you wait for the next place the wind pulls you. Best lyric: “Now this is an open/shut case / I guess I should’ve known from the look on your face / Every bait and switch was a work of art.”

2. champagne problems On the second track of the album, Taylor dives back into the fictional worldbuilding she began to explore on folklore. While on folklore high school relationships and dramatics took center-stage, evermore graduates from adolescence to young adulthood, not that it is any easier emotionally on the listener’s heart. “champagne problems” chronicles a rejected marriage proposal between two college sweethearts at their old dorm building. Taylor sings as the narrator, a reflective, self-deprecating young woman who jokes about belonging in a madhouse and dismisses all her turmoil as champagne problems. The term ‘champagne problems’ itself could have various meanings here: their trivial concerns, the fact that their “sister splashed out on the bottle” of champagne that they will not be using to celebrate as they had hoped, or perhaps it could even hint that excessive drinking is a piece of all the ways the narrator is “fucked in the head,” as they said. Although the person she is singing to is the one who got hurt in the story, the hurt in the narrator’s heart is just as palpable and relatable, because you only have yourself to blame when you self-destruct. Best lyric: “’She would’ve made such a lovely bride, / what a shame she’s fucked in the head,’ they said / but you’ll find the real thing instead / she’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred.”

3. gold rush On her YouTube live chat prior to the album’s release, Taylor explained that this song “takes place inside a single daydream where you get lost in thought for a minute and then snap out of it.” The daydream consists of a love story so pure that the town had never seen such a thing; it could only happen in a fantasy for the narrator. How could she possibly have the gall to call them out on their contrarian shit, or end up with her Eagles t-shirt hanging from their door, when they are so coveted by all, and when she cannot withstand the thought of even competing? She sings, “My mind turns your life into folklore / I can’t dare to dream about you anymore,” a sweet little connecting piece to this album’s older sister, effectively convincing herself out of the idea of jumping into the chaos of the gold rush because even inside her own imagination it’s too dangerous. Best lyric: “I don’t like that falling feels like flying ‘till the bone crush.”

4. ‘tis the damn season According to Aaron Dessner, Taylor had written the lyrics for “’tis the damn season” in the middle of the night amidst their Folklore: The Long Pond Studio Sessions recording after a long night of chatting and drinking with their co-conspirator, Jack Antonoff. The lyrics perfectly encapsulate the guttural ache the track evokes. It is a tale of two people who always find their way back to one another in their hometown, which acts as the ever-returning fork in the road. The path taken, back to L.A. in pursuit of her dreams, is the one she chose and continues to choose, but whenever she returns home, she takes a ride down the road not taken, just to get a taste of what could have been, even if just for the weekend. What starts off as an icy homecoming always transforms into the warmest intimacy. The success of this track is aligned with the success of Taylor’s entire career; even with such specific details, it feels so deeply personal to the listener. You know the street you’d drive along late at night laughing, the spot you’d park the car, the person who stars in every what-if. You will never really know if the road not taken is as good as it seems, but that might be ok; sometimes, the fantasy is better than the reality, anyway. Best lyric: “It’s the kind of cold / fogs up windshield glass, but I felt it when I passed you / There’s an ache in you / put there by the ache in me.”

5. tolerate it Inspired by the novel Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, “tolerate it” is an agonizing track from the perspective of a devoted wife who polishes plates and paints portraits and waits by the door for her husband with a battle hero’s welcome, who at best tolerates all her adoration. There are few things as painful as idolization being met with indifference, when you have all this love to give to someone who just leaves it there untouched. “tolerate it” captures that desperation for the approval you know will never arrive, but you sit and watch, waiting for it just in case you’re wrong, but you know you’re not. Best lyric: “I made you my temple, my mural, my sky / now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life / drawing hearts in the byline”

6. no body, no crime feat. HAIM “no body, no crime,” the one evermore song solo-written by Taylor, has the clearest plot from beginning to end. In the same vein as the female powerhouse country classic “Goodbye Earl” by The Chicks, Taylor is out for blood to avenge her friend, Este (named for one of the HAIM sisters). The story goes as such: Este’s husband kills her for calling him out on his infidelity, and then Taylor kills the husband and frames his mistress. The HAIM girls, who are long-time friends of Taylor’s and former touring mates, lend their vocals to reinforce the accusation on the husband and to provide Taylor’s alibi. “no body, no crime” is so far the closest we’ve gotten to a return to “country Taylor,” proving that she is still the master of a killer country tune (yes, pun intended, it had to be done I’m sorry). Best lyric: “Good thing Este’s sister’s gonna swear she was with me / (she was with me, dude) / Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy”

7. happiness Written a week before the album’s release, “happiness” is one of Swift’s strongest and most reflective breakup songs. Although she writes it as though it is recent, there’s a lot of power in knowing that she’s been happily in love for four years, and that she is even better now at doing the thing that has always been best at. She is finally “above the trees,” as she sings, and is able to see it all for what it is, but her character is still in the heat of it all, trying to navigate the stages of grief when a relationship ends. We see the narrator grapple with many of those stages throughout the song. Most striking is the anger displayed in the second verse when she sings: “I hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you / No, I didn’t mean that, / sorry, I can’t see facts through all of my fury.” That section is jarring and feels like one of the most honest moments in a Taylor song, the insanely difficult emotional balancing act when we are grieving a relationship. The devastation of loss can distort our perception, and a part of that is the difficulty of understanding how multiple seemingly opposing things can co-exist in our hearts, such as happiness because of someone and happiness after them. But when you leave it all behind and finally find your place above the trees, you can find happiness after someone and also look back and appreciate the happiness they once provided. Both of these things can be true. Best lyric: “Showed you all of my hiding spots / I was dancing when the music stopped.”

8. dorothea Taylor Swift has the uncanny ability to create such developed and well-rounded characters with such little information, which is what makes her storytelling so compelling. In “dorothea,” we learn much about the title character through the narrator’s eyes, and the relationship they once had. The lyric “skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes” alone tells an entire story in itself. “dorothea” is also the companion song to “’tis the damn season,” just from the other person’s perspective, which helps shine even more light on the story. The narrator of “dorothea” reveres her but wonders if she’s still the same soul in L.A. as she was back in their never-changing town. Whatever the answer, they’re still willing to support her no matter where she is, but she’s always welcome back in Tupelo by her hometown love’s side if she ever just wants to be herself rather than someone known for who they know. Besides, they’re the only soul who can tell which smiles she’s faking. And you can always return to the road not taken. Best lyric: “They all wanna be ya / but are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? / Well, I guess I’ll never know / and you’ll go on with the show.”

9. coney island feat. The National What really started the folklore / evermore journey was Taylor’s love for The National. Taylor has cited them as one of her favorite bands for many years, and as we know, this led to her beautiful new collaborative relationship with Aaron Dessner. So it would make sense for the track written with the intention of this duet to be so well executed; you can feel the love and care Taylor put into writing this song. In her press for these sister albums, she has spoken about trying to channel frontman Matt Berninger’s writing style. But what actually happened was she just produced her own signature lyricism at its sharpest. “We were like the mall before the internet, it was the one place to be / the mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams / sorry for not winning you an arcade ring over and over,” is a hall of famer Swift-ian lyric. “coney island” explores the confusion, hurt, and self-reflection when a passionate affair burns out fast because you did not prioritize that person. And to top it off, Swift and Berninger’s harmonies are achingly beautiful, transporting you right there in the story, on the bench, wondering, over and over. Best lyric: “Do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? / Will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?”

10. ivy Leave it to Taylor Swift to make a song about an affair sound so romantic, and so sympathetic to the narrator, that you’re rooting for adultery. “ivy” tells the tale of a woman in a lifeless marriage, likening her home with him to the tombstone that the widow in town visits each day. I like to think this is the same wife whose husband was out there building other worlds without her in “tolerate it,” because then that means she found someone who celebrates her love, who holds her pain for her, who blooms all over her; they started it, but she’s fighting for it all the way to the end, nonetheless. “ivy” showcases Swift’s gorgeous vocals and her sharp lyrics, with a melody so infectious it is bound to permanently plant its roots in your dreamland. Best lyric: “Oh, I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland / my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you.”

11. cowboy like me With the beautifully blended backing vocals of Marcus Mumford, “cowboy like me” is an entrancing love story of two con artists who lost at their own game and got conned into forever with each other. She’d gone from swindling old men for their money and fancy cars to falling victim to the danger of dancing with someone who only has eyes full of stars, and she knows she’ll pay for it. “cowboy like me” is one of the most romantic tracks on the record, proving that life never plays out quite as we plan. Best lyric: “Now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon / with your boots beneath my bed / Forever is the sweetest con.”

12. long story short One of the more pop-sounding tracks on evermore, “long story short” is pretty much a summary of the long story behind reputation (2017). The song is filled with various metaphors for her reputation crumbling around her, and then finally putting her defenses down to be with her lover, someone as “rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky.” It is a sweet ode to her boyfriend, and a gentle comfort to her past self that it will all work out. But it is also an oddly relatable example of how we shrug off our struggles and minimize them to just a “bad time,” when the time she is singing about was obviously something that deeply affected her (as will be further explored in the title track); but sometimes it actually feels good to just shrug it off as just a blip in your life, because at the end of the day, you survived, and that’s what counts- even if you’re not keeping score anymore. Best lyric: “Pushed from the precipice / clung to the nearest lips / long story short, it was the wrong guy. / Now I’m all about you.”

13. marjorie Whereas track 13 on folklore was a tribute to Swift’s paternal grandfather, evermore’s track 13 is a tribute to her maternal grandmother, Marjorie Finlay, who was an opera singer in the 50s, and passed away in 2003 when Taylor was 13 years old. “marjorie” is quite possibly the most touching track Taylor has ever written thus far in her career. Grief is one of the most difficult topics to tackle in a song; the genius of “marjorie” is that it is simple, yet not understated. Swift reflects on the profound lessons she learned from her grandmother, about the difficult balances of kindness and cleverness, and politeness and power. She curses herself for not cherishing the moments she had with her, for complaining rather than understanding in the moment how admirable her spirit was, for all the amber skies she’d love but will never see. The chorus, blunt and hard-hitting, reminds us that someone does not have to be living to be alive, to be all around, to be with us. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were singing to me now,” Taylor sings towards the end of the song, right before you hear a sample of Finlay’s opera singing in the background, a truly eye-swelling moment. It is clear that Finlay played a pivotal role in Swift’s own ambitions, as she sings, “all your closets of backlogged dreams, and how you left them all to me.” Marjorie knew she was leaving them in good hands. If you haven’t yet, check out the moving lyric video for the song, where you can see photos and video clips of Marjorie, both throughout her career and in her time with Taylor. Best lyric: “Never be so polite you forget your power, / never wield such power you forget to be polite.”

14. closure On the most experimental track musically on the record, Taylor writes off her need for closure from a relationship of some sort, whether it be romantic or platonic or business, all of which can cause hurt of equal intensity. The subject of the song is trying to make nice with Taylor, and she is just not having it, as it is not coming from a genuine place, but rather to ensure that their life remains picture perfect, or to clear their guilty conscience, or to preserve their own ego. This is a deeply relatable sentiment; as valuable as forgiveness can be, sometimes the person who hurt you just doesn’t deserve it, and all you can do is forgive yourself for blocking their number or shredding their letters. Best lyric: “I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life / staying friends would iron it out so nice.”

15. evermore feat. Bon Iver To close out the standard edition of the album, Taylor joins forces once again with Justin Vernon of Bon Iver, with whom she collaborated on the Grammy-nominated duet, “exile” for folklore. However, Swift leads most of the track this time, lamenting the difficult time she went through in 2016. The piano and Swift’s vocals are haunting, particularly when she describes this time in her life as “catching my death,” consumed by a pain that she feels will never end. If you’ve ever been depressed, you know what that feels like, and the dark places it leads you. Although she is singing about a time four years prior, it sounds so present, and it is heartbreaking to hear her in such a state. When Bon Iver comes in, the tempo of the song picks up, the piano riff becomes more erratic, like a winter storm hitting you in the face, and he voices all the anxieties of the cost of such a downfall. But through those anxieties, Taylor finds not a cure, but an anchor in love, and then the tempo slows back down. By the end of the song, Taylor has the foresight to understand that although it may not feel like it now, the pain she is experiencing is not permanent (a sentiment my therapist has been trying to instill in me for years). In her Apple Music interview with Zane Lowe, Taylor explained how the lyrics parallel the times we are in currently, and so it feels really special to have the album end with someone who knows how it feels to be imprisoned by your pain gently comfort us with the wisdom that “this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.” I hope one day soon, as we leave 2020 far behind, we can all truly believe her. Best lyric: “I was catching my breath / barefoot in the wildest winter catching my death.”

16. right where you left me (bonus track) The first bonus track on evermore, “right where you left me,” captures a moment so earth-crushing, a piece of you is trapped in it forever. In this song specifically, the narrator finds herself stuck in the same corner of a restaurant where she was told by someone she loved that they had met someone else. “Glass shattered on the white cloth, everybody moved on,” she sings in mourning. We have all experienced those moments that we could teleport back to if we just closed our eyes; the scenery, what you wore, the smell and taste of the season, the very point in your body where it felt like your insides were collapsing. Or that one particular person, who is long-gone from your life but seeing them is like time-travelling back to that person you once were, ready to pick up where you left off. But as much as you want to stay in that moment forever, just in case it changes in your favor, the cold reality is that the world stops for no one. Best lyric: “If our love died young, I can’t bear witness / And it’s been so long, but if you ever think you got it wrong / I’m right where you left me.”

17. it’s time to go (bonus track) “right where you left me” was Taylor’s cry for help to get out of restaurant, and “it’s time to go” is the answer to the call, as she sings in the first line, “when the dinner gets cold, and the chatter gets old / you ask for the tab.” This song is about gathering the strength to leave situations and relationships behind that no longer serve you. She grieves the betrayal of someone she thought to be a twin from her dreams (almost definitely referring to former friend, Karlie Kloss), acknowledges that keeping a marriage together for the sake of the kids often actually has the opposite intended effect (possibly- but not certainly- something she and her brother experienced), and recounts attempting to bargain with someone consumed by greed, only able to leave with herself (absolutely referring to the end of her fifteen-year long business relationship with Scott Borchetta, her former record-label owner). But as painful as leaving all of those situations was, Taylor has gained the wisdom to understand that walking away sometimes takes as much strength as persevering. You can’t stay at the restaurant, or at the mercy of someone else forever; you have to forge your own path, even if it’s in the opposite direction of what you envisioned for so long. And even with all her past success behind her, as folklore and evermore have proved, there is so much more ahead of her. Best lyric: “That old familiar body ache, the snaps from the same little breaks in your soul / You know when it’s time to go.”

In a time where we are all trapped in our homes and in our heads, the folklore/evermore experience has been the sweetest escape. If anything, the creation of these wonderful sister records has taught me that our most powerful tool in times of distress is our own imagination. Even just the ability to close my eyes while listening to one of these tracks and feel the character’s story is a gift. The way I’ve always been able to pick up Harry Potter and escape to Hogwarts when I’ve felt alone and friendless, I can listen to folklore and evermore when I feel scared or hopeless and escape into this enchanted forest Taylor has built, where I can climb above the trees and see it all for what it is. I feel so lucky to watch Taylor’s imaginative world unravel around me. I can’t wait to see what she creates next.

DISCLAIMER – REVIEWER’S BIAS: I would literally die for this bitch.

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A Swing and A Miss

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 9 of 13

Word Count: 2001

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

You and Bruce had been sitting on the couch together when his phone went off, it was a phone call. Who it was from you didn't know, all you knew was that he got up and went to the other room to take it. He doesn't usually do that, but on the rare occasion he does leave the room to take a call you don't mind as it's usually for a good reason.

Bruce walks back into the room, pinching the bridge of his nose, looking done. "I need to go take care of something. I'll be back later."

"What is it?" You try to ask, and aren't surprised when Bruce doesn't answer. "Okay, I'll see you when you get back," you say going up and kissing him gently on the lips. He kisses you back then heads down to the cave.

You don't sit back down, instead going to find something to do, to occupy your mind while Bruce is gone. Something had him upset but until he was ready to talk about it you weren't going to get it out of him, so that meant you got to either worry or keep busy.

Keeping busy was obviously the better option, so, you went and found the kids to sit in the same room as them. There's your two sons, Dick and Tim, your one adopted daughter Cass, plus Stephanie and Barbara who were like daughters to you.

"Hey mom," Dick says, looking up from where he was on his phone next to Babs, "where's dad?"

You shrug slightly, "not sure, he said he needed to take care of something and took off towards the cave."

"Oh, you want me to go check on him?"

"Not yet," you smile at your oldest who was always trying to take care of you, "he just left. I'm pretty sure he just needs to figure it out on his own first then he'll let me know what's going on."

"Alright," Dick concludes the conversation, but you can feel the eyes of the other kids on you.

Cass catches your attention and signs, "you can come sit with us," from her spot on the couch. She then pats the empty seat next to her.

You thank her in ASL with a hand to your chin as you go take a seat next to her. Cassandra was quiet, having an easier time communicating through asl than out loud. It always made you smile on the rare occasion you got her hear her soft little voice, and to know she was comfortable enough to talk to you, but you had learned sign language specifically for her, wanting to make sure she was comfortable all the time.

You gently put an arm around her and kiss the side of her head, then you go to remove your arm, knowing she doesn't always like to be touched. But she stops you from letting go of the hug and leans against you, maybe she just knew that you needed it at the moment to help get your mind off Bruce but either way, she didn't let go so you didn't either.

Stephanie scoots closer to you, taking the other seat next to you and offers you a controller. "We're playing Mario Kart, you want to play a few rounds Mrs.Wayne?"

You laugh gently, "I'm afraid I'm a bit out of practice, all of you would easily kick my ass."

"Come on, pleeeaaaasssee mom," Tim joins in in begging you with his ex, turned best friend.

You laugh and take the controller, "fine I guess I'll try a few rounds."

"Yes!" Dick joins in, cheering you on as Babs gets things set up.

Tim had hotwired the two Wii's so all of you could play together without having to figure out how to do it online. So, the six of you were easily able to start a game and begin racing the many different tracks just having fun together as the kids knowingly distracted you from your worries.

It's a more than a few hours later when Bruce returns home. The kids had all gone down to the cave to get ready for patrol, and you had gone with them. They were about to head out when the roar of an engine cause everyone's attention and Bruce parked the bat mobile and got out, looking stressed and tired.

Dick goes over to him and tells him they're going to head out, and can cover things tonight.

Brice nods and doesn't argue, simply turning to look at you as the kids leave. He doesn't approach you until they've all left and you don't give him a choice but to hug you as you hug him.

"Do you want to change?" You ask, knowing he's obviously upset about something, but willing to be patient while he figures out what it is he needs to tell you.

"Sure, I'll change and we can go sit in our room," he says and kisses the top of your head before turning to get out of the batsuit.

It doesn't take him long to change, and the two of you head upstairs, hand in hand and take a seat on the couch in your bedroom. He just holds you for a while, obviously thinking through what he needs to tell you, and this only causes you more worry.

"Bruce, my love, you know you can tell me anything," you try and reassure him with a kiss on the cheek.

This reassurance works, as he finally speaks up, gently saying, "I have a son, he's 9."

This surprises you, and you don't exactly have a good response, you lean back away from him to look at his face as you quietly ask, "you have a biological son?"

"Yes, I didn't know until today, but he's 9... we've been together 11 years, my love-" this is when he begins to break his normally stoic demeanor.

This is also when you catch on to what he is saying. You had been with him at the time this child was conceived. That hurt. You turned to look away from him, not moving away but taking a moment to think.

There's a few minutes of silence before you speak, "how did it happen?"

You give him a chance to explain and he jumps on it, beginning to tell you what he knows. Starting with the fact that Thalia Al'Ghul was the mother, how she had apparently drugged him in order to have a child with him. His son had been raised by the League of Assassins, taught that he was the one to inherit the mantle of Batman.

It was... a lot. And it hurt to hear, especially due to the fact that you and Bruce had been unable to have a child of your own for many reasons. But, you turn to your husband, the man you were still head over heels for and say as gently as you can, "I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now but it isn't anger."

He looks at you and brushes your hair out of your face, "are you sure you're alright?" He's clearly still worried about his standing with you.

You gently lean to kiss him on the lips, "I'm not sure I'd call it alright, but we will be fine. My husband isn't a cheater, and that would be my biggest worry."

You can see more of the stress and worry leave his face as you speak and he pulls you into a tight hug. "I am so sorry my love. Thank you for giving me a chance to explain-"

You lean back from him once again, taking your hands to cup his cheeks. "Bruce, you didn't know. She drugged you and I trust you enough to know that's the truth. I'm going to need some time to get used to the idea, and figure out exactly how it is I am feeling. But promise me that we will be open and communicate about all of this as we get more information, deal?"

Bruce sighs in relief, "Deal," with that he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you deeply.

It's at this point he informs you that Thalia had sent Damian, their son, to live with Bruce for a time. Damian would be coming the next morning and Bruce hadn't been able to have any say in it, barely able to convince them to wait long enough for him to talk to you first. It was yet another thing you could only describe as a lot but this was life, you had to roll with the punches or you'd never be able to move forward.

Two days later you still had yet to meet Damian. You were ninety-five percent sure it was because the boy was avoiding you. You sat eating breakfast and contemplating this when you hear someone behind you say, "Tt, you must be my father's harlot."

You raise your eyebrow and turn around to face the boy, "Harlot?"

"That is what my mother calls you," Damian says looking at you disgustedly.

You are so exhausted by this entire situation that the sass just slips out of you and you laugh. "I mean, that's one way to go about saying she's jealous of me because I have a ring and she doesn't."

Damian is clearly surprised by the fact that you just laughed off him calling you a harlot. He, "tt,"s again and just walks right back out of the kitchen, unwilling to admit you had surprised him.

You watch him leave, and he passes Bruce as he does. Once Damian is gone you shake your head and go back to your breakfast.

"I see you've met Damian," Bruce comments.

You offer him a slight smirk and a shake of your head, "yep, finally showed himself just to call me a harlot."

"A har-" Bruce starts, clearly outraged by the fact that anyone would dare call his beloved wife a harlot.

"Yeah," you laugh again, "he left just as fast because I laughed at the thought."

Bruce sighs, relaxing with how you had taken it, he takes a seat next to you and wraps you in a hug. "I'm glad that you didn't let him get to you."

"Yeah, though as far as introductions go, I think he's going to take some getting used too."

"Yeah, he's quite the character after being raised by the LoA."

You smile and lean against Bruce as you finish your food, "yeah, but eventually he'll have to figure out I'm just as stubborn as him for having put up with your shit for this long," you tease and he laughs.

It's a few hours later the next time you see Damian and he tries to insult you in yet another way, "you're weak, and would never be able to take anyone down. You aren't worthy of father."

This one is creative, you'll admit that but you shake your head. "I never claimed to be a fighter, if you'd stuck around earlier I could have told you that. Though, the first time I met your 'father," you say mocking his tone, "I kicked a green haired clown in the head so that has to count for something."

Damian once again just leaves, you weren't supposed to take these things so well, you were supposed to run off crying, not agree with him.

This goes on for a while, him trying to insult you and you just not having it. It goes on until he stops, knowing he'd have to find some other way to get under your skin. Meanwhile you try to get to the bottom of his behavior. Why does he feel like he needs to put you down in comparison to his mother and how can you show him he can trust you enough to not have to do that to keep a place in this family? It might take a while but you'd sure as hell figure it out.

#batfam #batfam x you #batfam x y/n #batfam x batmom #batfam x reader #batman x you #Batman #batmom #batmom reader #batman x batmom #batman x batmom!reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x batmom #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n

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itsdanii · 3 years

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Hi!! I love how you did the Asahi and his wife and the pregnancy imagine! Its soooo cutee!!

I was wondering if you could do reader telling Iwaizumi she's pregnant after he and the team win the Olympics? Just fluffy fluffines ahahah

Welcome Home

Hey, bub. Thank you so much for requesting! Im so glad that you're enjoying my works, its such an honor♥️ As requested, here's a fluffy iwaizumi finding out his wife is pregnant. Enjoy and stay hydrated!

genre: fluff

warnings: nothing but iwaizumi being super soft with his wife

ft. iwaizumi hajime

coming home has never been better

You found out you're pregnant a few weeks ago but unlike telling your husband like a normal wife would, you kept it hidden because you wanted to think of doing something special when you finally tell him.

But it seemed as if coming up with something creative wasn't an easy task because here you are now, 3 weeks into your pregnancy yet still have no idea on what to do.

You were slowly growing frustrated. At one point, you even thought of just dropping the bomb on Iwaizumi but when you realized how close the Olympic match was already, you decided to hold yourself back knowing that there's a huge possibility he won't be able to focus.

As you scrolled through the internet, your lips curled up as a certain idea caught your attention. You took your phone to check your calendar and grinned as you saw that you have just enough days to prepare for everything.

Two days later, you've got everything you needed and placed them inside a box, excitement bubbling up inside you as you imagined the look on Iwaizumi's face when he sees your little surprise. You even added a red ribbon to make it more pleasing in the eyes before placing it on the bedside table.

Tomorrow, your husband will be coming home from their victorious match during the olympics.

As if sensing your longing, your phone vibrated at an upcoming call, your face instantly lightening up at seeing the familiar name of your husband flashing through the screen.

"Hello, hubbie," you greeted with a smile.

"Hey, angel. Sorry, were you about to sleep?"

You almost laughed at how fast a frown formed on his face when he said that. It was obvious in his voice that he was exhausted yet throughout the whole duration of his busy schedule, not once did you hear him utter a simple complain.

"Yes, but I miss you so it's alright, Haji."

From there, the two of you started talking about your day with Hajime speaking more than you as he explained detail by detail the things that happened in the court and how the team won.

Noticing the way your eyes were fluttering, your husband paused from talking and waited for a couple of seconds to confirm his suspicions. Upon seeing your eyes completely closing and your hand almost dropping the phone, he smiled softly at your cuteness.

"Why don't you go to sleep already? You know I can see your eyes dropping, right?" Hajime said from the other side.

You instantly opened your eyes at that. "But we want to hear your voice more," you answered sleepily, unaware of the tiny slip up that had managed to escape your lips.

Luckily for you, Iwaizumi took your slip up as an indication of how sleepy you are already.

"Mhm, but you can barely speak without slurring your words. I'll be home tomorrow already and then we can talk as much as you want to. Does that sound good?"

You pouted slightly before nodding, knowing full well that he was right. Plus, staying up too late isn't good for a pregnant woman.

"Goodnight, angel. I love you."

"Night, Haji. Love you too." You smiled at the screen sleepily before finally ending the call.

Just like what Iwaizumi said, you headed straight to sleep with a hand on your lower belly, the idea of soon being in the arms of your husband helping you relax as you let yourself fall asleep.

When morning came, you woke up early, too excited for the arrival of Iwaizumi and how he's going to react with the news.

It was almost 11 in the morning when the front door finally opened, Iwaizumi's exhausted look greeting you as soon as he entered.

He placed his bags down before meeting you halfway in the living room, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. Iwaizumi then buried his head to the crook of your neck, breathing you in for a few moments before finally kissing your lips.

You pulled away from the passionate kiss breathlessly, half lidded eyes staring up at your husband as you took in his features.

"I'm home," he whispered with his forehead resting against yours and his lips still ghosting over your own.

"Welcome home, Haji." You gave him one last peck before pulling away, giggling as Iwaizumi let out a small whine of complain.

"I bought you a welcome home gift," you said as you signaled him to sit on the couch. "Wait here."

As you went to get the box, Iwaizumi couldn't help but smile. He basically just arrived and here you are, already spoiling him and showering him with your affection.

You settled yourself on his lap, body facing sideways with the box resting on top of your legs. Handing him the gift, you smiled excitedly as he took it from you. "Hope you like it, hubbie."

You watched him slowly unwrap the ribbon, his eyes glancing at you for a brief second before opening the box.

Iwaizumi's eyesbrow shot up as he stared at the small fabric inside. It resembled his former highschool jersey but this one was a onesie version, the bold lettering of his surname present on the back with the same number.

You stared at him as he took the onesie in fascination and you couldn't stop yourself from giggling as you basically watched the wheels spinning inside his head.

"Babe?" Iwaizumi said as he turned his attention on you, a hopeful look present on his face.

You simply hummed at him and titled on your head a little to the side.

"I-" Iwaizumi paused for a moment and looked down at the box once again, finally taking notice of the small card inside. He took the piece of paper and his eyes immediately watered at what was written on it.

Welcome home, daddy.

"Are you...are you pregnant?" he asked expectantly, eyes skimming over your features before it dropped down to your covered belly.

The moment you muttered a simple "Yes," Iwaizumi instantly stood up, his hands holding your legs to keep you from falling.

The action caused you to let out a small squeal before you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Oh, Haji. Don't cry," you cooed as you saw tears streaming down your husband's face. You wiped his tears with your hand before placing a kiss on his lips.

"I'm gonna be a dad," he whispered before placing you down on your feet, one arm settling on the small of your back, refusing to let go.

"Yes, you are," you said with a loving tone before resting your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat making you close your eyes as you relish the feeling of finally being in his arms.

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ♥️

a/n: i want iwaizumi, 27, athletic trainer, to embrace me with his big, strong arms 😌 dont we all?

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justsomegalwhoshere · 3 years

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Barbarian Bakugou x reader

Note: I know the title isn’t anything original but I couldn’t think of anything else. @hanji-is-life made me have barbarian bakugo brainrot so I wrote this Drabble thingy. I haven’t actually written anything creative in over a couple of years so please feel free to leave constructive criticism. I’m sorry if the format is wonky, it’s my first time posting on here. This is just barbarian bakugou being a bit soft for his wifey

Warnings: this is mostly just fluff, cursing cuz bakugou, mentions of blood cuz bakugou can’t sew

“And then we can take out the enemy this way. How does that sound?” Kirishima looked up from the very poorly made makeshift battle plan.

Bakugou only grunted and placed his chin in this hand. “Why can’t we just storm the place and call it a day? It’s not like anyone can stop us anyway.”

Kirishima opened his mouth to retaliate but the flap to the tent opened. Bakugou growled slightly while turning around, ready to tell the person to “get the fuck out, we’re having a strategy meeting”, before he noticed his wife came in. His face instantly softened a bit and he let her enter, noticing that she was holding something behind her back.

“Something wrong?” The barbarian asked.

His wife shook her head and smiled. “I just wanted to give this to you!” She said, finally showing Bakugou what she was hiding. It was a necklace, made with shells and shiny rocks. “The shells reminded me of you and I decided to make this!” She strung the necklace onto Bakugou and kissed his cheek before exiting the tent with a smile.

Bakugou just blinked while a small blush came onto his face. He heard snickering and immediately went back to his usual scowl. “What!?” He shouted at Kirishima, who burst out laughing. After his fit ended, Kirishima got up, wiping a tear from his eye. “Nothing! It’s just that it’s so obvious you’re whipped for her! Wait no don’t leave-!”

Bakugou stalked out of the tent with a deeper scowl, not wanting to listen to Kirishima. It’s not that Kirishima was wrong, it’s just that he’d rather take that fact to his grave then admit out loud or hear anyone say it. Bakugou sat outside his personal tent and sighed, watching you help a couple of the kids in his tribe. You always were thinking of him and making him things. He kept everything, whether it was a small useless trinket or a new pair of clothes for him. He really appreciated everything you did for him, he just didn’t know how to pay you back. He had a way he could repay you.. but that didn’t seem sentimental enough. “Fuck..” he grumbled under his breath. What could he do to show he cared? Flowers? No, everyone would make fun of him endlessly if he was seen with them. Get you a pet? That wouldn’t work, they were always moving so it was easy to lose it. Shit, he was running out of options.

Suddenly the light bulb in Bakugou’s head lit up. Immediately he got up and stalked over to the handmaid’s tent. He peeked in without any warning and instantly all eyes were on him. “How can we help you your highness?” One of them giggled. Bakugou blinked as he realized what he was doing. Shit, what WAS he doing? He was the barbarian king, damn it! The strongest king in the land! What was he doing here? What would everyone say if-

“Umm.. your Highness? Do you need something?” That snapped him out of trance. He cleared his throat and looked around a bit before speaking.

“Hey, what’s that thing you do where you put clothes together with string?”

“Sewing?”

“Yeah, how do I do that?”

....

That’s how Bakugou found himself in the tent again the very next day, hunched over and clumsily sewing together pieces of fabric. “OW! Fuck!” He exclaimed as he once again pricked himself with the needle.

“Your highness? Are you sure you don’t want to start over? The fabric is smeared with blood-“ one of the handmaids started.

“Don’t tell me what to do damn it!” He roared, causing the hand maid to flinch in response. It was silent in the tent for a few moments before he spoke up again.

“I don’t see how you all are able to do this. Just sit here putting thread through tiny ass holes in these needles- ow, fuck- and sewing all this shit and pricking yourselves by accident” Bakugou reached over for more bandages. His fingers were wrapped with a ton of them because of how many times he pricked himself with the needle.

“Well we manage. There’s nothing else we do, we have to get used to it” one of them responded. Bakugou grunted, acknowledging that he heard her. He got lost in thought as he continued. You did this for him all the time? How many times did you prick yourself making Him a shirt? How much time did you pour into making his clothes? He made a mental note to thank you again for making his clothes and found another reason to respect what you did for him. He was also going to ask you how to prevent yourself from pricking yourself all the damn time-

....

A few days later, Bakugou had finally finished his blanket for you. It was inexpertly sewn and smeared with blood because of how many times he pricked himself making it. Fuck, how was he gonna present this to you? One of the hand maids broke him out of his trance, “I’m sure she’ll love it, you put effort into it”.

“Hah!? And who the fuck said it was for my wife?”

“It’s obvious, with the way you look at her” another replied without looking up from her work. The others giggled as bakugou fumed and left the tent and went over to his own. He entered seeing you on the bed, reading a book and relaxing.

“Hey” he said. Fuck, that was cringey. You however, being your angelic self, just looked up and smiled. You put the book aside and pecked his lips. “Hi! Do you need something?”

Bakugou started to sweat. What if you hated his gift? What if you laughed and mocked him for it? He wouldn’t be able to show his face again. Internally seething, he stopped hiding it and presented it to you. When he didn’t hear a response immediately, he started talking.

“It’s for you. It’s a thank you gift, for all you do. You know, like making trinkets and clothes and shit” he grumbled. He looked up and noticed you tearing up. Fuck, was it that ugly?

“If you don’t like it, I can give it to the kids or something-“ he started.

He was surprised when you grabbed at it and shook your head. “No! It’s not that!” Bakugou was confused to say the least until you explained yourself. “I love it! You made this for me? You took time out of your day and sacrificed doing your kingly duties for me?” Bakugou gulped and nodded his head, and that’s when the waterworks started. You enveloped your husband in a huge hug. “Thank you so much! I love it so much, I love you!” You giggle and look up, exchanging a kiss. Bakugou simply stood there dumbfounded while returning your hug. You had to be bluffing, right? You were only saying that to soften to blow. You hated it.

He found out you in fact didn’t hate his gift when he returned to the tent later that night, seeing you curled up in bed underneath the blanket.

#bakugou #bakugou x reader #barabarian bakugou #x reader #idk what to tag this as #mha #mha x reader #bakugou imagine #ooc bakugou #barbarian au

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Better Man.

~~~~~~~~~~~~`Just to see you smile, I’d do anything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taehyung x Oc

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Do you ever truly know what someone is feeling?

You could spend decades , breathing the same air, hands held , your fingers brushing ....connected physically and even mentally but a person’s emotions, they’re hidden away.

You only ever know what they’re willing to show .

And yet,

all of us build relationships, convinced that we know exactly what the other person will feel when we act a certain way. Buying her flowers will make happy....visiting him at work will take away that little bit of stress.

But sometimes, what we think someone feels, may not be what they truly feel.

And that’s when your actions, well intended actions..... end up with disastrous consequences.

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“So....last night...” Jungkook’s teasing voice did nothing to ease the pounding in my head.

“I do believe you promised not to tease me about it if I drank two glasses of water, which I did by the way.” I told him firmly, trying to bring the words on my planner into focus as i squinted. Three meeting. Each two hours long.

kill me now.

“I wanted to ask HR to give you the day off but you have quite a schedule today. “ He said casually, leaning over me to peer into the planner . I glanced at his wrist resting on the table, the expensive rolex showing that it was a little past 9.

“ We’re planning out the Christmas campaign first and I have a meeting with Taehyung’s team in the afternoon so we can go over the contract see if they have any requirements and then the social media team in the evening at four to discuss promos and revamping the website.” I glanced up at him.

He gave me a smile before casually leaning down, lightly gripping my chin and tilting my face up. I felt the brush of his lips against mine, fleeting and gentle.

‘You’re beautiful.” He smiled.

I blinked.

And then took a deep breath.

“Your wife...” I said softly. “ I saw her today.”

Jungkook went completely still at that.

“She was waiting in the lobby on my way up. I didn’t know who you were married to and I was a little shocked and also little upset because....” I glanced at him. “ She was my best friend in college. “

Jungkook swore.

“Fuck.. I told her to stay the fuck away from my company. Did she say something to you?”

i shook my head.

“I didn’t greet her because I wasn’t sure if she remembered me. And I wasn’t sure if i was remembering her right. i didn’t know she was your wife till i heard someone mention it in the elevator on my way up. Did you know that she and i knew each other?”

Jungkook looked just a little guilty.

“When you first joined the company, she saw your resume on my cvomputer. told me a lot about you. She remembers you. Fondly. She wanted to come meet you but...things happened. “ He shrugged.

Things like infidelity and divorces .

“Ahh...” I smiled. “ Tell me i wasn’t another way to get back at your ex wife, Jeon Jungkook ssi...”

He made a noise of protest.

“no... No of course not Christ...it’s just...I’ll admit she made me curious about you. She spoke of you being spontaneous and fun and wild and I’d seen you as this demure, elegant woman in the office. i was curious. I wanted to know which one was the real you. “

“Were you curious before she cheated....or after?”

“ Jang Mi...this isn’t what it looks like .. I’m done with her. She fucked my best buddy and ruined my fucking life...” He sounded pained.

I frowned.

“It’s hard to believe she would do something like that. The Aera i remember had a very strong moral compass.”

“Yeah well, apparently, you can live whole entire lives with someone and never really know the person. Listen, do we really have to talk about my ex wife?” He asked, eyes shining with discomfort.

I shrugged.

“I’m not fond of drama. I won’t tangle myself in a relationship that risks hurting a lot of people Jungkook. That’s just not the kind of person I am. I’m sorry.”

He made a noise of impatience, shaking his head.

“We won’t be hurting anyone... We have fun together. We like each other. We’re attracted to each other...that’s all that matters....” He said sharply.

“ If we were in our twenties , without kids ....maybe. But that's not how it is now. I have a son, you have a daughter and I think I’m not completely over my marriage yet.” I said softly.

He froze.

“And i don’t think you’re completely over your wife either.” I smiled.

He glared at me.

“Ex-wife.” He snarled.

“She makes you feel things, Jungkook. You need to sort that out before you start something new with someone else. I’m only saying this because we’re old enough not to

He growled and punched the desk.

“God, how can she keep ruining my life even when she’s out of it.” He muttered, stepping away from me and moving to the door.

I watched him storm out of my office and bit my lip.

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By the time evening rolled around, I was exhausted. But the day had been productive and I was happy because the contract had been finalized, the theme had been decided and we’d also spent an amazing three hours redesigning the website. Although it wasn’t in my job description I had studied web design in college and the creative department always welcomed my inputs.

“You’re in a good mood...” Taehyung’s voice was a complete surprise and I turned to him, shocked. He was dressed in a black t shirt and blue jeans and sneakers and looked a whole decade younger.

I felt affection rise up my throat so fast I nearly choked.

“What are you doing here?”

“My agent told me you guys were incredibly cooperative today. She also told me you were quite possibly the loveliest woman she’s ever met and that I’m an idiot to have let you go.” He smiled.

I laughed, shaking my head and my gaze shifted to the small bunch of tiger lilies in his hand.

I felt warmth bloom in my chest.

“You remembered.” I said softly, pleased.

“Thirteen years since our first date. The lily to my tiger. ” He held the flowers to me and I grinned, pressing the flowers to my chest.

“Man I feel old.” I muttered.

“You are old.” Tae grinned and i grimaced, before tossing him a glare. .

“You’re supposed to say I still look as beautiful as i did thirteen years ago.” I said.

“But you don.t” He grinned impishly. “ You look a billion times more beautiful.”

I felt the atmosphere shift, the air charged with something dangerous and i looked away. Usually, this was when I would laugh and throw my arms around him. Pull him close and press my lips against his , slip my fingers into his t shirt and trace the skin of his back. Feel his hands on my waist as he lifted me up to twirl me around and kiss me just like that.

How often had we kissed that way? Thirteen years is a long time to count the number of kisses we’d shared.

We both stayed quiet, looking anywhere but at each other.

“I...there’s a reason I came.” He said finally.

I glanced at him.

“Oh?”

“The lawyer. Ms. Lee she ... recommended a relationship counselor”

I blinked, my breath catching in my throat.

“Taehyung we’re-”

“Just hear me out. Its not mandatory and it won’t affect the divorce in anyway. its just something the court offers all couples going through a divorce and we’re free to refuse it. “

“Did you?” I asked.

“Did I what?”

“Refuse it. Did you tell her no?”

He stared at me.

“No.” He said finally.

I exhaled sharply.

“Wow.” I whispered, feeling jittery and unbalanced. He sighed and came closer, reaching out to lightly grip my wrists. I let him tug me closer into a hug and held him tight, my heart pounding with anxiety.

“Mia.... I just... I’m not saying we should try to fix this.... relationship.” He said softly, eyes gentle and pleading, “ I just think this whole thing has taken a toll on both of us and maybe we can heal better if we get the help of a professional. Come out of this with closure. Instead of battling guilt and regrets everyday. Just ....it could help us move on. Don’t you think?”

You could never really tell what the other person is feeling.

I couldn’t tell what Taehyung was feeling right now?

Hope ?

Hope that we would fix our marriage....

or maybe hope that he would finally move on from me.. Maybe this whole thing was his final attempt to end things with me for good. So he could walk out of my life forever without any lingering guilt or regret.

I would never know.

I clung to him harder and somehow the pain of the entire two years we’d been apart, rammed into me at once.

I choked on a sob. Breathing became difficult and I felt myself gasping for air.

“Mia?” Taehyung’s panicked voice was the last sane thought that registered.

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“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I can stay the night if you want. I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom . ” Taehyung whispered, seated on the warm fluffy blanket that he’d managed to dig out of the closet in the spare bedroom. i was already tucked into the bed, fingers clutching the satin lined edges .

i shook my head.

“I know how much you need your gazillion pillows. Go on... I’ll be fine.”

“i feel terrible. i pushed you into a panic attack.”

I waved off the guilty words.

“You didn’t . i was already a little frayed and i guess i haven’t really been processing all the stuff between us the way i should have. i just got a little overwhelmed.”

A panic attack. At the age of 32. The last time i had one I was twenty four. I wanted to crawl into the bed and never resurface.

Taehyung’s gentle fingers , stroking my cheek brought me out of my own head.

“I was so scared.” He said softly and my heart ached.

“I’m sorry i scared you.” I said apologetically, gripping his wrists lightly and stroking the skin there with my thumb.

“I really want to stay. i don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if I go home right now.” He whispered.

I bit my lips.

“Okay... but... You need to hug something. To sleep. “

He grinned at that.

“I’m old enough to survive one night without a pillow, Mia .” he chuckled.

I flushed, sinking deeper into the covers.

“Okay.”

“You don’t have to worry about the counselor thing. I’ll tell Lee we don’t want to do any-”

“No!!” I said quickly, a lot louder than I’d intended.

Taehyung blinked.

“I just... I realized that I haven’t been dealing with any of this...the right way. I’m so confused and disoriented all the time and I .. I don’t mind getting some help. To sort things out. Just for myself you know...without the pressure of trying to fix...well us.” I finished .

Taehyung gave me a wide smile before bending down and kissing my forehead.

“ Okay, Mia mine. Sleep well, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

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#taehyung fic #taehyung smut #taehyung fanfic #bts smut #bts fic

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juminsmysticmc · 3 years

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Hey, it’s me, the one who request the moth headcanon, sorry about the trouble and if it’s okay, instead I would like to see an MC who’s major is digital arts and animation. If not, it’s fine, just have a great day.

RFA + Minor Trio with a Mc who's major is digital arts and animations

Hey! It was no trouble at all! I hope that it’s okay for you tho, I am happy that you could request something different! I hope you enjoy this one too! Have a nice day!

Jumin

Your husband observed you. Ever since he installed a room for you alone in his penthouse, you could finally work from home a bit more.

He hadn’t realized that even before you came into the RFA, he had already worked with you.

Your major, digital arts and animation, was often used for his advertising or other programs.

You often wanted to meet the CEO, but since he always thought that you would be just a gold digger, he always rejected you, just making Jaehee send emails with the things he wanted to have inserted.

Well, today he regretted his choice back then.

Instead, he observed you.

You were working on a new project.

,,How many years did you have to study? I mean, you have so many majors… Design Director, Storyboard Director, I didn’t know, you were multitalented, my love,’’ he praised you.

You even worked a lot with the audio.

You looked up and smiled at your husband.

,,Thank you, my love. I’m trying to make your latest project work. Wanna see?’’ you asked him.

However he knew that your work would be amazing and wanted to have it be a surprise rather than get spoiled.

Zen

Your boyfriend never understood how you could be such a good multitasker.

You could cook, set the table, chat with Jaehee, and even post something on your blog.

But once he saw you at work, he understood.

It had something to do with your job.

You had to work in different kinds of media at the same time.

,,This isn’t just one,’’ you told him and scrolled through your phone.

Your long hair was in your way so you put it away with one hand.

,,I have to work with the sound, video, and stop-motion graphics at the same time. I do this and much more, but I don’t want to annoy you,’’ you laughed as you looked up.

,,You don’t annoy me, Mrs. Director,’’ he laughed and kissed you.

You were even the director of a whole section and helped new students get into the job.

,,Okay, so, see this video?’’ you showed him an animated movie you just got via email.

,,This was made by my students, but she used the wrong program because the audio is slightly separated from the video itself,’’ you told him.

He hadn’t noticed anything at first, but after you told him, he saw it too.

,,And you noticed after a few seconds? You’re amazing!’’ he smiled and looked over your shoulders. You were still cooking.

Yoosung

Your husband wondered why he never saw you or met you since your college wasn’t that far away from his building.

But thank God both of you finally met thanks to the RFA.

He was also amazed by you because you were pretty famous among students.

You even had your own blog and of course you programmed everything yourself.

It looked amazing.

You had every single section working in there, but your point was the digital arts and animation.

,,Did you really have to submit a portfolio to be admitted?’’ he asked you when he read your latest blog.

You nodded at him as you typed something on your keyboard.

,,Mhm, especially to bachelor of fine arts,’’ you told him.

He didn’t quite understand, but he still nodded.

,,I didn’t have to,’’ he mumbled.

,,That’s why it’s written on there. The little word ,,may’’ says that you possibly have to, but not always,’’ you told him, making him sulk.

,,I know what ,,may’’ means… ah, and tell me. What are the admission requirements?’’ he asked you.

You turned your head and looked at him.

,,Can you maybe read the whole post instead of just the keywords? You need to check on the page itself for the requirements. Every university does it differently,’’ you told him and closed the page.

,,Ah. I just wanted to test you,’’ he smiled and looked at you.

He looked so up to you. You always knew what the latest LOLOL update changed in the game. You were amazing...

Jaehee

,,What? You went to Harvard University?’’ Zen asked you. He didn’t know that he was in a group with such an intelligent person and you were even Jaehee’s girlfriend.

You nodded.

,,She’s also very creative. Did you see our advertisement? She did it herself. Pretty amazing, right?!’’ Jaehee said proudly, no one had ever seen her that excited.

You changed her.

You and Jaehee also often went to different festivals to check the latest innovations. It was something even Jaehee was interested in.

And thanks to you, she even understood a few things since you were very good at explaining things.

,,Should we buy this new keyboard? It fits much better than the one you have now in your studio,’’ she told you and admired the keyboard in front of you.

She looked up to you since you were such a hard worker as a owner of a coffee shop and even a designer of word advertisements and 2d animation.

Saeyoung

,,You make pretty good money, huh?’’ he asked you as he looked around.

Your studio just looked so aesthetically pleasing in the middle of Seoul.

You shrugged your shoulders as you kept typing something.

Then you took your pen between your fingers and began to draw something.

You were a storyboard artist.

Saeyoung, your finacé, loved to watch you.

He sometimes even helped you when a program stopped working.

,,Look, which one do you like more?’’ you asked him as you turned your screen towards him to show him a park.

,,Mh, I don’t know. What’s the story? LIke, this one looks cute as if you’re in a fairy tale, but this one looks more realistic,’’ he answered, making you turn the display again.

You nodded and stood up, taking your jacket and facing your fiancé. ,,We are going to the park now,’’ you said and pulled him by the hand.

That’s what he loved about you.

He, too, was someone who would simply do his work, but you wanted to give your best, even at that moment.

At the end of the day, you however, knew which one you would decide on and you were happy that Saeyoung opened your eyes.

Saeran

,,Mc! It’s so nice to see you here!’’ someone said and hugged you.

Saeran observed the person who was so happy to see you.

Both of you were in a foreign country and people still knew you?

You hugged the person who was apparently named Mira.

,,Saeran, this was my teacher, Mira,’’ you said and told Mira about your boyfriend.

She was so happy to see that you got a boyfriend.

,,Have fun here and go visit Josef! He will be happy to see you!’’ she said, meaning your other teacher.

You took Saeran and with him you walked through every department.

,,They try to motivate you to be creative, get started, start your own company, make your own shows, produce medical videos or animations, and they want you to learn things by doing,’’ you explained.

At some point, you arrived at a place that was lit by lights. Students had pencils in their hands and they began to draw something on their papers. This was something that amazed Saeran.

,,I thought it’s digital art,’’ he whispered.

You nodded. ,,They first try to make you get used to it. When you’re ready, you can move to the digital version,’’ you told him and observed the students.

It was a pretty good day and Saeran also enjoyed seeing you presentate something on a stage about your own work in South Korea.

He was proud of you.

Jihyun

Hand in hand, both of you walked into an institute to talk about digital art.

Jihyun also liked art a lot. However, he was a painter.

But your art was also something beautiful in his eyes.

He once tried it, but failed.

,,I remember back then, I also was unsure if digital art was real art, but after I saw it myself… I’m sorry I was like that back then… so don’t give up if people are the same here as in this art institute,’’ he told you.

You nodded.

Your goal was it to teach digital art in that institute and they first invited you to talk about it.

They first invited you in and then they were ready to listen to you.

,,Thank you for your words,’’ the older man said and nodded.

,,However, digital art is, itself, placed under the larger umbrella term new media art that doesn’t require any effort, Mrs. Kim. Digital art is not considered real art,’’ he said and closed his book with the notes.

,,Why did you invite my wife then?’’ Jihyun asked as you watched your dreams get crushed in front of your eyes.

No one dared to say anything. Were you just the laugh stock? Why did you even make the effort? You were ready to give up when Jihyun began to say something again. ,,I can understand you. At first we thought that digital art was easy. Why should we ask a teacher to teach us? I’m an artist myself and I thought like that too, but here too, just like the art with real pens and colors, you need to start with it gradually. I experienced it myself and I was surprised by how difficult it was. I beg you, try at least once to draw a forest in digital art,’’ Jihyun said, begging the person in front of him.

,,Very well, I have been an artist since my twenties and I am now sixty years old,’’ he laughed and took your tablet, ready to draw.

While he was drawing, you did the same on the second tablet and a bit later you all noticed the difference, making them all apologize to you.

,,I can’t thank you enough,’’ you sobbed as both of you walked out of the room, you overjoyed about the good news.

,,I told you not to give up on them. They were just like me,’’ he laughed and kissed your hand before you could both go and pick up Lucy at Jumin’s penthouse.

Vanderwood

When he first saw your room, not Rika’s, but your own home, he was kind of shocked to know that you were almost like Agent 707.

He quickly noticed that just like him, you loved your profession.

It was something that satisfied you immediately ever since you first learned how things worked.

Indeed, animation was attracting more and more people and you were one of them.

,,Back then, when we lived in Japan, we somehow won a sightseeing trip and I got to see the Ghibli studio. I think that that was the moment I fell in love with it,’’ you told him as he looked around.

,,And then? I mean, Japan is one of the best countries to study animation, right?’’ he asked you. Vanderwood was truly interested in it.

He wanted to know everything about you.

The brown haired man wanted to know what made your eyes shine so brightly and why you were so in love with your job.

,,Uhm, yeah. Spain is the best country to study animation, but I also expected it to be Japan. Back then and still today, living there was too expensive. My parents wanted to move back to Korea and so I went to Spain to study my dream,’’ you laughed.

,,I’m amazed. I expected you to go with your parents,’’ he laughed and observed you.

,,I was amazed by myself too, you know? It was a hard decision, but I never regretted what I did. I could fulfil my dream and it’s my life after all.

And knowing more languages is even better because there are so many more opportunities,’’ you laughed.

,,Please never lock the door in other languages like Agent 707,’’

You laughed at his comment. ,,I won’t… but maybe something animated?’’ you teased him.

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Great Motivation (Soran x Reader)

Request: R like it if you were able to keep to the same premise, but like change it to where R finally gets the adoption papers and surprises Emily and Lindsey. waits until before the final of the World Cup when Lindsey and Emily are having anxiety and are on the verge o f freaking out. R tells them about how their baby would be proud no matter the outcome... Theyve been trying for a while and it finally goes through

You chanced another glance away from your pacing wives and towards your bag. You understood that this was a big moment and that there was a lot of pressure, but they were taking this whole thing way too far. If you had to hear them talk about slipping the Netherlands left defenders one more time you were going to strangle one (or both) of them.

“You guys are starting to give me a headache,” You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose and running a frustrated hand through your hair. “Like I know you’re trying to help, but if you tell me about the defensive line and which paths I should take again, I’m going to rip all my hair out”

It was a coping mechanism. You understood that. With so many things out of their control, they had to focus on the one thing they had power over. They were fixers after all, but they couldn’t fix this. They couldn’t make the fight you faced for the adoption go through easier, just like they couldn’t make your opponent any less nerve-wracking.

Both fights had been long and difficult. One had already come to the end, and now you just had to finish the other.

The women shared a long glance. The process had been hard on you too, you were just better at hiding your stress. They nodded, settling down on either side of you in the bed.

“Sorry baby,” Lindsey murmured, rubbing your back and pulling you into her. Emily ran a hand down your arm and pulled your left hand into her lap, playing with your fingers.

“Hmm,” You hummed, leaning into your taller girlfriend, enjoying her strong arms around you.

“It’s just stressful. This whole thing,” She whispered into your hair, kissing the crown of your head. You closed your eyes tightly,

“The cup, waiting to see if we’re approved. It’s just all so much at once,” Emily added, her lips caressing the back of your hand, and running your knuckles over her cheeks.

You nodded. You understood that, but running formations over and over was only adding to your stress. You needed to relax if this whole thing was gonna work, and you might have the answer to help the loves of your life out just a touch.

“I get that, but we can’t win if you two keep on stressing about the numbers. You’ll take all the creativity off the pitch,” You said softly, and your wives shared another look.

You did your best work when you were relaxed. When they gave you the space to set up shots and make banking runs behind the defense. Creativity was your best friend in the pitch, and your play style thrived under Vlatko (unlike how you wilted under Jill's desire for a singular playstyle and path to goal).

“We know, it’s just hard watching you go after people so much bigger than you,” Emily said softly.

You rolled your eyes. At least the Dutch team was nicer than the Germans. That was a game you never wanted to relive if you were honest. You had a plan to tell them the good news, but maybe they needed it now a little more. Something to set them at ease before the big game.

You bit your lip, looking up at your wives through your lashes. “Well, I was going to wait until after we won to tell you, but I think I have something that will take a bit of the stress off and give you two something else to fixate on. Someone else to impress,”

You almost smiled at the way your wife's eyebrows furrowed. It was thrilling that you could surprise them after all this time together.

“What do you mean?” Lindsey asked you, placing another kiss behind your ear.

You smiled wildly, untangling yourself from them and padding over to your bag. You threw a little smirk over your shoulder as you dug for the folder that held the key to your family's future.

Ever since you were young, you knew you wanted to adopt. You wanted to give a kid the life you wished your parents could give you, and you were relieved when your wives agreed. (Though Lindsey did make a good point for how sexy Em would look pregnant).

Two days ago your agent had finally come through. Finally found a match for you, and though your little bundle wasn’t quite here yet, the papers were all signed. You were going to get to live out your longest dream.

You held the red folder with reverence, hugging it to your chest for just a second before you extended it towards the women.

“Here,” You said softly, as Lindsey took the folder. Emily scooted closer to her to get a look at the file. Lindsey flipped it open, and the two women held it carefully between them. You could see the tears gather in their eyes as they read through the first page.

“Is this what I think it is?” Emily asked breathless, looking up from the file.

You nodded, blinking away tears of your own. “It is,”

Lindsey covered her mouth to curb the sobs as she reached for you. “Oh my god,”

“Now we have to win, so our munchkin can say their mamas are World Cup winners,” Your chuckle was echoed by the watery laughs of your wives as they pulled you into their laps.

“That means you have to get a goal for them,” Emily hummed, kissing your neck.

You nodded. You would get more than a goal. You would put every defender you knew on their ass if it meant you made your future child proud.

“That’s something for motivation,”

It would be tough, but now the three of you had a reason to fight. A reason to go out there and win. You were going to start your family.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #soran imagine #soran x reader

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