#Bobby started to do things I can't describe here

[kiwiplaetzchen]

YOU HAVE ENABLED THE KIWI!! GET SQUEEZED, YOU PRECIOUS LEMON TART!!! 😆💚🫂🫂🫂😌💚💕

Let me give you a peck on your pretty head! 😘💚💚

[littlemissagrafina]

"Good news!"

This is so incredibly un-serious and stupid, I apologise. This is also only here because of one of those split screen reddit posts on tiktok, so the blame is entirely on that lmao

Look, it wasn't like Buck tried to get hurt. It wasn't as if he woke up and thought to himself “I'm going to get myself sent to the hospital this shift.” because, for the record, he did not do that.

He didn't enjoy it. Being hurt absolutely sucked ass not to mention how stir crazy he got when it was bad enough to be booked off for a few days. Buck wasn't against days off, he looked forward to them, even, when their mandatory scheduled time off came around and he and Eddie could spend time at home and have lazy mornings in bed.

But when he was stuck at home with nothing to do, Chris at school and Eddie working shifts that Buck should have been working with him… well, it was those times that Buck didn't like. 

It had been a pretty good run since that had happened, though. The last time was two months before when he'd cracked a few ribs after being slammed into a cliff face during a rope rescue. But he'd healed well and he'd healed fast, his health the best it had been in recent years, probably since before the bombing, tsunami, and embolism.

Hell, Bobby had even put up a little white board in the loft kitchen to keep track. Buck was pretty proud of the blocky red words written out in Bobby's handwriting, “Buck has worked ‘65’ days without injury”.

Eager to add another day to the number on the board, Buck followed Eddie out the door, locking up behind them before they left to battle the work commute. LA traffic stopped for no one, no matter what time it was.

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The calls they'd been sent on by dispatch had been pretty easy and slow so far. They'd had one major injury call near the start of shift but Hen and Chim had gotten the patient patched up and at the hospital I'm good time. After that, things had been slow. He refused to say the Q-word, not after that shift from his probie year or that time Ravi betrayed them, but if he could, that's the word he would use to describe their shift up to that point.

So obviously it wouldn't stay that way.

They all made a break for the truck, grabbing turnouts and leaving their half eaten lunch at the table as the alarm rang out.

“Word from dispatch is a 2 alarm fire near the warehouse district in a small clothing factory. A dozen employees have been evacuated, most had been taking lunch and made it out as soon as they noticed the fire, 3 are reported unaccounted for and were last seen near the south emergency exit.” Bobby's voice crackled out through their headsets.

“The squad on-site, station 143, can't spare any more firefighters to search for the missing people thanks to the acceleration of the fire. We've been called in for that, and for any help in fighting the fire.” Bobby continued, looking over his shoulder at all of them. “We also have advanced orders from the IC. Buck, you and I will head out with Eddie and Ravi, we're going around to the south exit to start searching, do not get separated from your partner. Hen, Chimney, you’ll follow with oxygen and medical supplies.”

The truck rolled to a stop and they were out, securing turnouts and double checking their masks and oxygen supplies. The four of them set off around the building, keeping out of the way from the hoses and the house already on scene, Bobby calling their arrival out from the radio and echoing their orders from the IC.

Just before they turned the corner, Buck saw Chim and Hen setting out their supplies. It wouldn't be more than a minute before they joined them.

He fell into action with Bobby as they reached the exit, breaking down the doors as they partnered off and started searching. The heat was oppressive, even through their turnouts, and his hope for the 3 trapped people withered slightly. He shared a grim look with Bobby, but let everything fall away with the firm grip that settled on his shoulder for a moment. A split second later, they moved forward. focused on the call.

“LAFD call out!” Bobby bellowed above the crackling of the fire, Buck echoing him.

“If you can hear us, call out!”

They searched knowing time was running out, Eddie and Ravi's own call outs ringing back from their side of the search. Chimney and Hen's joined them quickly.

Just as they turned back out, heading the evacuation orders called out over the radios, Buck heard a weak voice over the crackling of the ever growing flames. He whipped around catching sight of a figure huddled down between large tables, storage cupboards and a brick outcropping. 

He had no clue how they'd missed them but shoved forward, grateful they were found now.

“There!” He yelled, sprinting off towards them, ignoring the calls from behind him.

Relief flooded him, as he got closer. There wasn't just one figure, but another two, all of them huddled tightly together.

In seconds, he had one of them hoisted up over his shoulder, Bobby and Eddie catching up and doing the same as soon as he moved away.

Just as quickly as they'd found them, the team turned and all sprinted for the door, Buck falling a step behind to let them file out first. They were just out of it when the building groaned, the doorway crumbling as Buck ran through. He angled himself over the person in his grasp, something hard hitting the back of his head and back as he did. The impact made him stumble, pain striking through where he'd been hit as hands steadied him and pulled him forward as stars burst in his vision.

He shook it off and only stopped once they'd gotten back to where the trucks and ambulances had been set up, his heart beating fast as he panted, adrenalin still rushing through him. They had the rescued employees set up with oxygen in no time, all three were a little smokey and a lot tender from the heat of the fire on their unprotected skin, but seemed unharmed enough.

Buck's head swam as he stepped back towards the 118's truck, and he took a moment to steady himself. Yeah, ouch. Feeling something start to hurt as an adrenaline surge faded was not something Buck recommended. To anyone.

He quickly sat at the side of the truck, wincing when the aching spot on his back pressed against the metal, his head throbbing. Before he could blink, Hen was in front of him, the rest of them stood to the side, out of her way.

“That was a hard hit, Buck. I'm checking you over, but as soon as the scene is cleared I want you looked over by a doctor and checked out properly.”

Buck frowned, but knew better than to argue at this point. “Hospital?”

“Hospital.” They all echoed back at once.

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“C'mon, guys, I'm fine!” Buck grumbled from where he sat, legs hanging over the side of a hospital bed with Eddie leaning against the railing, the rest of the team stood around the room. 

They'd all been at the hospital with him enough times that the nurses knew them and just let them all wait in the room with him. They always said it made it easier to clean up after the team if they'd had to show up dirty from a call, but Eddie minted that they'd all just grown fond of Buck.

“My head is barely even hurting anymore, I think I'm familiar enough with concussions that I can tell whether or not I have one at this point.” 

He didn't mention his back. Which yes, did ache, probably would ache for a while, but had been relatively protected by his turnouts. The skin hadn't even been broken by whatever debris had hit him. There was no need to be checked over by a doctor. He was fine.

His statement of such paired with his concussion free self diagnosis wasn't met with consensus he always hoped for, though.

As if they'd practiced it, the team all leveled an unimpressed look at Buck, Bobby taking it a step further by threatening to call Athena in from her shift to make sure that he stayed put until they heard back from a doctor.

Buck pouted but resigned himself to sitting quietly and waiting. Maybe if he listened, he'd get off easier back at the station.

He wondered if he could convince Bobby to make that lemon tart of his.

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“Great news, you're not pregnant!” 

Hen choked and Buck all but fell off the bed, as his head whipped towards the doorway, which was pretty stupid of him he had to admit. His head was still sore, as it turned out. Not that he'd admit it.

Dr Clara Morrison, looked up, from the chart in her hand and met his eyes. “Oh, fuck. Wrong patient.” He heard her mutter under her breath before realisation over who was in the room washed over her face. 

“Oh! Hi, Buck! You're back again?” She grinned, stepping fully into the room and flicking to another page on her chart. “I guess that's still applicable to you, so, great news! You're not pregnant!”

Hen absolutely lost it, loud cackles filling the room and if the expressions on Eddie and Chim's face were anything to go by, they were seconds away from joining her.

Bobby's face, though? That was pure gold. If Buck had his phone with him, he would take a picture to remember it.

The captain's eyes just about bugged out of his face, as he paled, before he shook himself with a bewildered look. Buck just caught sight of Hen slipping her phone back in the pocket of her turnouts with a smirk so he turned his attention back to Dr Morrison.

He snorted at the bright amusement in her eyes, mind flickering over her statement and thought to himself ‘Not for lack of enthusiasm.’

Which ended up not actually being thought to himself or in his head. Maybe his concussion wasn't as non-existent as he wanted, because his apparently audible proclamation was received by Eddie choking, a dramatic “Eugh!” from Chimney, more cackling from Hen, and Bobby turning his head to the ceiling with a very tired and blank expression. It almost looked like the man was searching for the meaning of his existence between the cracks of the ceiling tiles.

Clara, though, Clara laughed almost as loud as Hen. Slapping the chart in her hands against her thigh as she giggled.

“You, Buck, are my favourite patient even though we see you here way too often. Also ten points to Eddie for trying.”

Buck grinned, unashamed as he held up a fist which Clara dutifully bumped.

“Okay! Moving on!” Eddie seemed to have recovered, though his face was beet red and he decidedly wasn't looking anywhere other than towards Buck or Clara. “Is he really fine or just fudging things to avoid being called off work?” 

Clara's manner settled back to a more professional one, though you could still see the humour in her eyes. “He definitely has a concussion, but it's only mild grade. I wouldn't say he needs to be booked off, but if he comes into any shifts, he's not allowed on calls for a few days and he needs to rest.” She looked over the chart as she spoke.

Buck could see the way everyone listened closely to her and groaned but didn't protest. Not being booked off was a win, even if he knew that Bobby would be making him man behind for the next few shifts.

“His back is also fine, might be sore for a bit, though it's just superficial bruising and he should only experience some stiffness.” 

Clara pointed a finger at Buck, her expression stern. “We joke about it, but I expect you to listen to the literal doctor's orders. As much as us staff like you, seeing you around here so often isn't good for anyone's health. Rest, let your body heal, and take it easy.”

Buck nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah. I will.”

Clara narrowed her eyes at him before nodding and jutting her thumb back towards the door. “I'll go get started on his discharge papers for you guys, the sooner you get him out the less trouble he might find trying to break out.”

-

The end of their shift came around barely a half hour after they got back to the station, so they all took advantage of the leftover time that they weren't on call to get their work settled before they could leave.

Which, for Bobby, meant paperwork. Specifically the incident paperwork that usually ended up with Buck's name being written on. So for paperwork, it went pretty fast, with Bobby only needing Buck's signature at this point, already having any other details for it memorised.

With 10 minutes still left on their shift, he grabbed a pen and the forms and left his office in search of the younger man. He quickly found him and the rest of the team gathering their duffle bags and belongings in the locker room.

Or rather, Hen, Chim, and Eddie were gathering their things. Buck sat frowning on the bench as Eddie stuffed things into two duffles, obviously having banned Buck from doing anything.

Bobby handed the forms and pen to Buck. “Signature, Kid. You know the drill.”

With a sigh and a flourish, the aforementioned forms and pen were back in his hand, and Bobby was almost ready to gather his own things to leave. He paused for a moment though, frowning. 

Bobby rested a careful hand over Buck's head and gently angled it to look where he knew there was a pretty sizable bump hiding under gelled curls.

“I'm fine, Bobby. I promise. It only hurts if I touch it, and Eddie isn't letting me do much anyway.” Buck consoled earnestly.

Bobby hummed, letting go of some of the lingering tension in his shoulders. The last thing he needed was his own back acting up. 

“Good. Listen to Eddie, okay? Captain's orders. Let him take care of you.”

“Will do, Cap.” Buck nodded but there was a glint in his eye, and Bobby's words replayed in his mind. It clicked for the others, too, and there was another round of laughter from Hen and groans from Chim and Eddie.

Bobby just shook his head. “You know what I mean.” He shot back before turning and leaving the locker room. He had paperwork and a pen to return. Submitting the report could be left for the next shift captain.

-

Bobby had just settled into bed, resting back against the pillows with hair that was still slightly damp when Athena walked in. She’d been on the phone to Hen while he'd gotten ready for the night, eager to sleep off the shift.

“So,” His wife smirked at him, sliding under the covers. “What exactly did those loveable idiots on your team that we call family do to leave you with this expression?” She gestured with her phone still in her hand and Bobby smothered a groan, head thunking back against the headboard when he caught sight of the picture of him from Buck’s hospital room. Hen’s open chat was more than enough for Bobby to know who took it.

“You would think that someone under my employment would have more respect for me.” He grumbled.

Athena only laughed. “Baby, you knew that Hen defers to me on all things gossip long before we ever got together. Don’t play now.”

“I forgot.” He admitted.

Athena raised a brow. “You forgot? Forgot what?”

“That Buck can’t get pregnant.”

There was a pause before, much like the team earlier, Athena started laughing.

He sighed, deep and resigned. No one was ever going to let him live this down.

[apocalypseornaw]

Wanna be Yours (Pt 3/5)

Sam Winchester x Reader

You're starting to realize some feelings you're developing

@lacilou idea I'm trying to do justice to

Tuesday night, you hadn't expected the bar to be so crowded. The moment you stepped in the stench of a cheap cigar hit your nose and you could hear the bartender yelling at the culprit the get out. You weren't sure why you were here, you could've gotten a drink from the mini bar at the hotel.

You looked around and spotted Ronnie sitting at the bar, she glanced up and waved when she spotted you "So you can drink with someone besides the Winchesters" she teased when you made it to her side. You rolled your eyes "Normally I want a shower and a bed after a hunt" she grinned "Well lucky me, I got her on a good night"

She was always a bit on the wilder side even for a hunter, you would've described her as Faith from Buffy had Faith not went batshit and killed humans. She was trustworthy to have your back on a hunt but you rarely hung out with her afterwards. Tonight was just a rare night you were craving company and the boys were states away.

You peeled at the label of your beer while you listened to her ramble about her latest one night stand. You missed Dean, his presence was always a comfort at bars because he knew you well enough to know when to back off and when to back someone else off.

You missed Sam too. He'd always be the gentleman to walk you to the bar or to the bathroom and wait outside the door. You smiled thinking of the last time you'd seen the Winchesters a couple weeks before, it was downtime and the three of you had ended up at Bobby's.

You'd needed a part for your challenger and they were just catching a breather. Dean had offered to change the part out for you so that somehow ended with you and Sam having to make a run into town for Bobby.

You were sitting sideways in the passenger seat of the impala while Sam drove. You'd fiddled with the radio enough to get it to a station you liked and you were currently singing along lightly with the radio.

Sam cut his eyes at you twice before you met his gaze "Yes Samuel?" He laughed and shook his head "Nothing, it's just good to see you actually relax now and then. No offense but you remind me of Dean at times, you two take so much guilt in on things that are no where near being your fault"

You smiled "Look who's talking. I think we all share guilt over shit we can't change pretty well. Truthfully things feel easier when I'm with Dean and you, it's like even when things go really bad I can breathe easier because I have backup. I miss Hayley like crazy but I know she'd be happy to know I am fairly happy for a hunter"

If you were being completely truthful things just felt easier when Sam smiled at you the way he currently was. He made you feel human, Dean saw you as his equal in all things and while Sam did too he also seemed to feel the fact that sometimes you needed to have a safe place to land and had slowly become that for you rather he knew it or not. You could fall apart with him and not feel any shame or guilt. He'd comfort you and talk you through it and you'd like to think you did the same for him.

"Y/N! Are you listening to me?" Ronnie laughed and you shook yourself out of your thoughts before admitting "Nope, didn't hear a word Ron" she laughed again and nodded towards the corner of the bar "That guy's eyes haven't left you since you walked in" you followed her line of sight and had to admit the guy was good looking but his hair was too short, eyes weren't the right shade of green and when he smiled at you there wasn't a single dimple to be found. Shit, you were comparing him to Sam.

"Yeah he's alright but I ain't looking for anything like that tonight. Matter of fact I think I'm gonna hit the road" she raised an eyebrow but nodded "I'll pay for your beer since you barely took a sip but can I ask one thing?" You waved your hand to say go ahead and she grinned "Who's wrapped up in that pretty little head of yours?" You rolled your eyes as you stood up "Catch ya down the road Rons. Be safe" she nodded "You too baby. You too"

You were a few miles shy of Kansas when your phone rang. You glanced at the screen to see Dean's name complete with a photo of him and you from years before. You swiped the screen "Well if it isn't my second favorite Winchester" He laughed "Ouch but I'm sure Sam will be glad to hear that"

You grinned before saying "What ya need Dean?" You could hear him and Sam talking in the background before he said "Get your ass to Lebanon. We got something you've got to see" "Well that's ominous but I trust ya, you gonna give me directions or should I call when I hit Lebanon?" "Call I'll send Sam to meet ya" "See ya soon"

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You followed Sam down the long set of stairs "What is this place?" He smiled over his shoulder at you "It's a men of letters bunker. Long story short? Over the last couple weeks me and Dean met our grandfather and he gave us the key"

"I'm starting to think I need to stick with you too full time" you replied and his smile deepened "I can think of worse things then....having someone else to talk to besides Dean" the hesitation made you think he was going to say something else but changed it.

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At the bottom of the stairs Sam stopped to make sure you were next to him and called out Dean's name. The elder Winchester came sliding around the corner with a broad grin on his face "Y/N! You got to check this place out. I picked out a room for you already, C'mon" he grabbed your arm and you couldn't help but laugh as you managed to get out "Sam, we'll catch up later" before Dean drug you from the room.

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Sam watched you disappear behind Dean and mentally kicked himself. He'd nearly said he could think of worse things than seeing you daily but thought better of it. What was he going to do if you moved in? If you and Dean were something like he thought did that mean he'd end up having to listen to you two doing something? Fuck, he hoped not.

He groaned lightly but heard you call his name so he forced a smile on his face to follow the sound of your voice.

@foxyjwls007

@lacilou

@nelachu2423

@nix-rose

[goose-duck]

🥧 Class Trip 🥧

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Maxley?? Fanfic oneshot thingy, idk, I'm sick and felt inspired. I say "maxley??" Bc it's Max and Bradley for sure but I dunno if it'll come off as romantic or not I actually have no idea what I'm writing...why am doing this when I'm sick? Oh well, enjoy ✨

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Our class is going on a trip today, I can't tell if I'm excited or not. We're going to a museum which isn't particularly entertaining...especially given its the one I'm employed at, but anything's better than class I suppose? I don't know why the professor decided to take us on a trip, he's usually so...uh...how do I describe him? Lame? Boring? Old? Decrepit? I should stop...before my inside thoughts become outside thoughts...though im sure everyone else is thinking the same thing. Maybe it's because it's the end of the year and he just kinda gave up? I don't know...why am I even still thinking about this?

I'm sitting where I usually sit with Bobby and PJ. We're waiting for the rest of the class...or at least most of the class, to show up so we can leave. Bobby and PJ are talking but I'm not overly interested. I started being friends with Bradley a few weeks ago...its been good...but it started off really weird. We don't talk much but there's less animosity between us now and we occasionally make light conversation. Bradley also sits with us now so that's cool I guess?? He's on the other side of me, my left side, the side of my dominant hand. Makes it difficult to write sometimes because we'll bump elbows. He's also here, he was here before everyone else, as always.

I lay my head on the table and look at him, admiring his sharp jawline and beautiful blue eyes...what..? Nevermind, he's got a nice face, it's not weird at all to think that. Right? Right! I'm not...uh...feeling things...at all. Totally normal thoughts and feelings here. I look down at the desk, silently judging myself before looking up at him again, meeting his eyes. Bradley's giving me a strange look, probably because I have my head on the table after having been so excited a few minutes ago. I'm just bored of waiting for the rest of the class. He gives me a soft smirk before rolling his eyes and going on his phone. I just continue with what I was doing.

I finally decide to say something, I say it every morning to him, "good morning, Brad." I say. He normal says good morning back but today he just looked at me before pulling out a bag of cough drops and popping one in his mouth. Ah, his throat must be sore. "You sick, Brad?" I question. He nods at me. I giggle a little, our professor's name is also Brad, it's funny, kinda.

Eventually most of the class shows up and we all start on our way to the museum. It's close enough to walk to but we have to walk down a steep hill which we all know will be miserable on the walk back up. It's a hot sunny day, 25°c, and it's only the morning. Bobby and PJ and ahead of me and Bradley by a little bit on our walk. I think Bradley is walking slower than usual because he's sick, he'd normally be out walking me and I'd have to run after him. On the walk down me and him share a few words and joke around a bit. We come to a crosswalk and a few people jaywalk instead of using the crosswalk, not a big deal but Bobby makes a joke about it being illegal before soon following suit and also not using the crosswalk.

A little further on our walk and we're on a flat spot before the next hill we have to go down. Somehow me and Bradley ended up in front of Bobby and PJ, I guess we were walking quicker than I thought. Bobby walks up to Bradley holding out a $10 bill, "Hey, Brad?" He says laughing a little. "What, Bobby?" Bradley responds, his voice sounding hoarse from his cold. "I'll give you $10 to carry me the rest of the way." Bobby suggest, holding the bill more out to Bradley. Bradley laughs, taking the money and stops walking to Bobby can get on his back. Me and PJ stop walking too to watch this. Bobby hops up on Bradley's back and Bradley let's out a huff, walking a little ways before dropping Bobby and giving him his money back. "You're heavier than you look!" Bradley says sounding a little more tired than before, "how much do you weigh!?" He quickly adds on. Bobby tells him he doesn't keep track then retorts my asking Bradley how much he weights. Apparently Bradley weighs 220 lbs...double the amount I weigh, literally, I weigh 120. Bradley then says, "fuck, you're probably heavier than I am, Bobby, no wonder you're so hard to carry!" Bobby gets offended but doesn't deny it. I laugh a little, as we all continue walking.

Eventually we get to the museum, it's a historical museum full of old artifacts from the native people of the area. I got my job here three years ago, I got in on account of being indigenous myself. They wanted indigenous people to work here with these artifacts rather than the people who colonized our land. Fair enough, and it got me a job that pays more than minimum wage, so, win for me.

When we get inside my boss introduces herself and tells us all what we'll be doing. A scavenger hunt. I already know where everything is as I helped set it up, but I don't say anything, I'll be the secret weapon to whoever decides to work with me as we're told to get into teams of two. Bobby and PJ group up and so does everyone else, leaving me and Bradley, which I'm not opposed to. My boss gives everyone their clipboards giving me a look when she got to me and Bradley. "Why'd she look at you like that?" Bradley inquires. I giggle a little, signalling him to come a little closer so I can whisper to him, "I work here." I whisper into his ear. He gives a look, "ah, how convenient, so we'll get this done in no time?" I give him a snide look, "nope, if you were a cute girl maybe I would have, but you're Bradley Uppercrust iii, I'm sure you can do this without my help." I joke, making it clear I'm not letting him use me as an advantage. Bradley sighs, rolls his eyes, then gets started on the scavenger hunt.

While Bradley does the scavenger hunt I go find some of my coworkers and chat with them. Mostly just talking about how school's been for everyone. Some found university easy, others said it was miserable, one said she didn't have the money to continue. I felt bad for her, but there's not much I can do right now. Bradley gives the clip board with the scavenger hunt sheet to our teacher, Mr. Bradley, then walks over to our group to join in on the conversation until we get told we have to go back to campus.

About an hour later Mr. Bradley calls us all to meet at the front of the building, telling us it's time to go back now. A student asks who got done the hunt first, Mr. Bradley says it was Bradley. Huh, looks like he didn't need my help after all. Good for him. A few students groan and glare at Bradley but I give him a high five. "Good job, dude! Told ya you didn't need my help!" Bradley smiles at me in response to that, ruffling my hair and giving me a thumbs up. His throat must be hurting again, poor guy. Being sick is miserable. Sick on a trip where you have to walk everywhere? Even worse.

The first part of the walk back is fine, but it's definitely a lot hotter out now. I have Bradley check his phone, it's 31°c. Holy fuck...we're gonna die on the big hill just before the school.

Once we get to that hill Bradley gives me a worried look putting his hand on my back. I'd been breathing quite heavily, I didn't find it strange, I'm used to it, it's always like this for me, anemia kicking my ass at all times of the day. I look pale and I'm sweaty and can barely think, but I know I just have to make it back to class and sit down and get a drink. Bradley doesn't seem to think I'll make it though as I stumble around the sidewalk almost falling a few times. Bradley's hold on my tightens a bit when I almost fall into an oncoming vehicle. "You sound like you're dying.." Bradley says saying stressed. I laugh before coughing a little, finding it humourous that he's sick yet I'm the one having such a hard time. Bradley offers to carry me the rest of the way but I'm too prideful to let him, telling him I can make it on my own.

Once we get to the top of the hill there's a bunch of little kids and a few adults, I recognize them from the nearby daycare center. They're adorable, this one in a pink bucket hat waves at me and Bradley so I wave back. Bradley also gives the child a small wave before pulling me along so we actually make it to the school rather than me just being distracted with the adorable children. I'd never want kids of my own, but if a friend of mine had kid's I wouldn't mind babysitting for them.

Once we get into the foyer of the school Bradley quickly tries to pull me over to a vending machine and buy me a bottle of water. While he's doing that one of my friends walk by and asks what me and Bradley were up to, point out how we both look a mess. I can't get my words out because I'm still breathing heavily from the walk so I just wave and give a thumbs up. I'm sure that'll be a satisfactory answer, right?

Bradley comes back over to me with the bottle of water, opening it for me and shoving it up to my mouth. I guess he doesn't trust me to do it myself...do I really look like I'm in that bad of shape right now? Maybe I should just take the water. I drink the water Bradley is holding up to my mouth until I swat his hand away a little so I don't drown. He pulls the bottle of water away from my lips, allowing me to breathe and screwing the lid back onto the bottle. He then hands me the water and puts a hand on my back before pushing me along back to the lecture hall so we can sit down. I give him a nod as a thanks and he smiles and nods back.

[seasidesandstarscapes]

Question!!! (kinda)

So I’m trying to branch out my taste to fics that aren’t just coxstroke but I can’t figure out who is who outside of Joe, Bobby, Don, and Roger 😭

Like I want to read some other fics because I love them all, I do, but I can’t tell who is who!

Do you have any tricks/tips/a key for keeping them separate and properly envisioned?

Hello!!! I totally understand, when I was first getting into tbitb anyone who wasn't the main four was like, "he sure was in that boat...."

Honestly, it just took staring at photos and looking up all tbitb content I could find to finally nail everyone down, but here's a guide that I hope helps!!

(Also, these are just my interpretations, so please don't feel like you have to follow this at all. Since these are the fictionalized versions of the rowers, you can really read/write them a variety of ways!!!)

Shorty:

As my mom asked, "Is he Italian?" The pretty boy, the flirt, the himbo

I tend to see him as someone that others perceive as self-focused, but really he cares so much and it takes a big moment for him to show that side of himself.

Jim:

As much as I hate to say this, he looks like handsome squidward and that's how i always keep him straight fjdskflsl

He's the team captain, a bit reserved but from what we see from the movie, he's invested in helping others and I like to think he's great at keeping morale up.

My mom likes how defined his jawline is

Gordy:

Tall man, I think the tallest of all the actors? Irl I guess he was very quiet, but in the movie, he's the one to start singing the school song and help get Don at the piano, so I imagine once his shell is broken, he can be the life of the party. Thoughtful, sincere are other qualities I see in him as well.

My mom had no comment but always nodded when he and Johnny were on screen so I guess that's a good sign.

Johnny:

Johnny!!! Unassuming, but more extroverted than Gordy imo. He's the most resistant to change, but once he sees the brighter side, then he's much more willing to flip the switch. According to the book, irl Johnny would use the word "foul" a lot when describing things he didn't like

Chuck:

He has just as much fiery energy as Bobby, quick to react, quick to realize his mistakes. Passionate and determined, gets frustrated when people can't get their heads out of their asses.

Heavy smoker irl and one of the only boys who wasn't an engineering major

My mom didn't care for him much at first but changed her tune pretty quickly. Not sure why lmao

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I hope this helps somewhat!!! Again, interpretations are really up to you since we're not reading/writing about the actual people. As you read more fics though, there definitely is a bit of fanon that's leaked into all our stories and how we see each boy.

As long as you're having fun that's what matters!!

[krisbianbitchface]

Ok so to warm my heart a little from the coldness of knowing I will have to wait 2 years to see dear Rhaenyra again I have started watching Game of Thrones,I was not very fond of it when it came out however now I am older and just desiring to binge watch anything to get myself to sleep and I have a few thoughts I need to get out of my head or maybe opinions,it might me a little over the top since of course I am a lesbian drama queen and I live to complain,im only in season 3 almost ending the season...

I fucking hate that kid bran,he takes soooo much screen time just to retell dreams and look like that snarky kid that throws random stuff on the ground in Walmart with a stupid look on his face (I really Wish Jamie would have killed his ass)

Melissandre is the most interesting character of the series,so witty and cruel in the best way,I was shocked when she killed that king with her baby demon and absolutely smitten,I love cruel women.

Jon Snow is the most boring character I have EVER witnessed in the story of television and trust me I've been there since Xena Warrior Princess graced the screens,just no goals,no path,no big dick or small dick energy,no energy AT ALL,just a big fat ugly Hero complex that I just can't stand because the actor has the same expression everytime no matter what happens,even having a boner with a cute girl cuddling his dick he is 😐 like gtfo of my face

Cersei is second to Melissandre in the scale of bad bitches,she is just so fucking resented and hot,everything she says sounds like wind chimes even if she is sending a child to his death,I cant help but want her to hate fuck me and call me a fagg0t and then tell me Im the worst fuck she's ever had and just use me again.

Dragons...Should I say more? I started the series of House of the Dragon because I just love dragons,and a particular scene is just edged in my mind like iron,Daenerys saving her little dragons from that sorcerers dungeon and their cute little faces watching her almost like trying to say "Momma! You're here! we missed you!" I think is the cutest scene ever.

Daenerys...She serving cunt,she ate and licked the plate,she served and left no crumbs,the director said cut and she heard CUNT and went with it, she caused a motherquake of 9.99 in the cunt scale,she's mother, and no other than the Mother of Dragons, I just love her,she is what Cleopatra VII was before hollywood found her and turned her into a makeup propaganda fashionista, a true strategist and conqueror.

Kal Drogo,I just mourned his death,he was so cute and murderous, i wept real tears for sweet Daenerys, I think the actor was really good and he needed more screen time, his scenes were charged with masculity and power,something we really lack these days in television.

Sansa, she is a beauty,the kind of beauty fantasy writers try to describe and there is just no way that human exists and then there is her...But she is so fucking traumatized and set aside just like every other woman in that universe,hell,even in life,I feel for her...And also wanna date her,i won't lie

Aria is a tough little woman,I think they really need to step up her action scenes because I think she serves well as a hope in the darkness kind of character however I do wish the actress was more prone to make a proper action sequence ala Eleven from Stranger Things,you can say what you want about miss Millie Bobby Brown but she is one of the few actresses willing to make many changes ln television for years to come with her characters.

Jamie Lannister is an interesting fighter and I wish it was possible to swap his fight scenes with Aria since i think it was proper giving the context,anyway he has good fighting sequences that I think were ment for someone else.

The sex scenes... This was a series HBO really set the bar high for nudity,there is so much nudity,sometimes unnecessary and cruel for the actresses involved and at the same time, is not surprising considering this series was made by two straight men,this always happens in the industry although these days is harder due to the constant intimacy coordination, but yeah in those times I can't imagine how unerving it was for actresses to bare it all for a couple of coins in a popular series.

Enough with my ramblings,I declare myself a fan of game of thrones only for Daenerys and her cute little dragons 💖

[talesofphantombandits]

Dagger to the Heart ~ Young Guns. Chapter 2

Summary: Bobbie 'Bo' Ryder had quite a simple life before she met Billy and his gang or Regulators, forced to ride with them on their mission for freedom and revenge she will become a loyal regulator herself and also find the best of friends in Doc Scurlock, but best of all? She gets her biggest wish of finding love again, until that too is cruelly ripped away from her again, forcing her to become someone she never thought she would be. A seeker of revenge.

Character Pairing: Chavez Y Chavez X Bobbie 'Bo' Ryder.

Masterlist Here! Part One here!

Taglist ~

Bobbie woke with a start.

Disoriented she tried the best she could to take in her unfamiliar surroundings. It was light but she could tell it was late morning, sitting up on her elbows all she could see was sand and weeds covering the ground in all directions, this wasn't home. Where the hell was she? It took her a minute or two to stop the panic that had set in, things started to come back to her, the regulators, the fire, her father laying dead in the stables. God her poor father. 

"Hey." Startled she whipped to her left. "You okay?" 

All she could do was stare at the blonde man that was stoking the fire in front of him, for the life of her she couldn’t think of his name. “What?”

It was only then she had noticed someone out the corner of her eye heading her way, when she looked up Chavez was just kneeling down to her eye line, his arm outstretched. She was honestly surprised that she’d been able to remember his name but not the other mans. She took him in for a moment, she noticed his eyes, brown almost hazel in colour but they held such intelligence. Safe to say she was mesmerised, when she had found herself back to reality she finally looked down at the battered metal cup in his hand, she'd been that distracted that she hadn't even noticed how parched she was, so she gratefully took the water. Chavez almost cracked a smile at her, admiring the way she gulped the liquid down but he made sure to hide it. 

"We only stopped for a rest, I'll get the horses ready." With that Chavez walked away, it took everything in Bobbie not to burn a hole into the back of his head, for she was sure he would be able to sense it.

"You didn't answer my question." She turned back to where blondie had been sat observing the entire encounter between her and Chavez.  Doc! that was his name! He was now fully focused on sharpening his blade.  

She just looked at him confused. "Sorry what?" 

Doc focused his gaze back to Bobbie. "I asked if you were okay, you look startled.” He gave the blade one last strike against the stone before burying the tip into the soft sand and chucking the stone aimlessly behind him. "but to be fair, can't say I at all blame you it's been a rough night."

She smiled at him, all that effort just to ask if she's okay. "I'm fine, I think. A little disoriented after every thing but I've been through worse plus, some of the company isn’t so bad.” Doc nodded in understanding. "I'll be fine, thank you though.” 

Just as he was about to say something else they both heard two people bickering, one of which sounded frantic. It was coming from just around the corner of a big rock to their right, both Doc and Bobbie stood up to see what was happening. Chavez had already beaten them there and was trying to calm the situation down but to no avail, Charley just kept walking in circles and ranting over and over again.

The only word Bobbie could make out was 'hanging', at this point she had no idea exactly what she'd gotten herself into but she sure was about to find out. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse Steve brought over Billy which made Charley freak out more. She hadn't even been around Billy for more than a day but there was just something about him that she already detested. And she was right, straight away Billy was describing hangings that he'd been witness to and of course Charley was incredibly distressed and getting worse, Billy even went as far to tell him that he most likely would be caught and hanged, just to rub salt further into the wound he also started to laugh in his face.

Bobbie had, had enough. "Hey Billy, why don't you cool it down a bit huh?" He gave her a look, one that she didn't like at all, one that instilled fear into her.

"Why don't you just keep your mouth shut huh? You're not apart of this gang little girl." He started to move towards her but to her surprise Chavez stepped in front of her.

"Billy." Chavez warned in a low tone. He backed off, but not without glaring at Bobbie who was peaking over Chavez's very wide shoulder. 

“Why is she still here anyway? All she is is a bother, if anyone is going to get us killed it’s her!” Bobbie bolted past Chavez, determined to rip Billy’s face off, but Chavez’s reflexes where faster and he caught her by the waist and held her tight against his chest. 

To Bobbie’s surprise it was Doc that spoke up this time. “She lost everything because of us, what were we going to do? Just leave her in the middle of no where without family or a place to live?” 

Billy just scoffed. “She’s not our responsibility, if she slows us down or gets us in trouble I’ll kill her myself.” He seemed to drop it after that and walked over to Charley to continue their conversation.

It was only then that Bobbie realised that Chavez was still holding her, she couldn’t help but to notice how warm and comforting it was to be so close to him. But as soon as the thought entered her brain, he’d let go and started walking away.

They'd finally decided to treat Charley to one final good day, just incase they did get hung. Bobbie felt awkward at first walking into the bar, the girls walked around, shoulders exposed and low, very low necklines. She had sat down next to Doc, Chavez passing them, sitting down at the other table across from them with his back against the wall. A brunette rushed over to him, sitting behind him and immediately draping her hands all over his shoulders and chest. Bobbie tried her hardest to not look at them, she could feel something stirring in her but she tried to push it all down, she had no right to get possessive over him, they hadn't even known each other 24 hrs yet, what right did she have? What she didn't know was that Doc had clocked her stare at Chavez and smiled to himself, he knew exactly what that look meant.

Bobbie had been so distracted by Chavez and the lady hanging on to him that she hadn’t even noticed the tension rise in the room when Billy had walked himself over to the unknown man. Only realising the peril they could be in when Doc and Steve both took out their guns and laid them on the table, almost in sync. Doc as if sensing her discomfort did his best to give her a smile that was meant to calm her nerves, it did anything but.

“I would sure like to touch the gun that’s going to kill Billy the kid.”

Billy was going to get them all killed.

“I heard this Billy the Kid has a way with the woman.” She hadn’t meant to scoff out loud, in fact she only knew she had when all heads turned in her direction. 

Luckily for Bobbie, Billy didn’t like when the attention was taken away from him for too long and continued with his doomed teasing of the bounty Hunter.

But Bobbie found herself once again distracted by the man sitting opposite her. In order to concentrate on the escalating situation behind him, he’d finally shooed the letch from the tight grip she had on his shoulder, Bobbie’s vision of Chavez was blocked only for a moment while the female walked past her, no doubt to find another willing male to latch onto. But the moment her sight was cleared again she found Chavez was already staring at her, in those matter of seconds he’d lifted his head and their eyes had met, he lifted the glass up to his lips and took a swig of his drink, never breaking the contact until he heard the fatal words come out of Billy’s mouth.

“Hey! I see him!” He pointed to himself in the mirror. “There! There’s Billy the kid!” Bobbie couldn’t help but roll her eyes and lean back, defeated in her seat, if a bounty Hunter didn’t come and kill this stupid kid soon she had half the mind to do it herself.

The man wasn’t having it though, he just thought he was being a stupid kid and was teasing him, if only he knew. When Billy started to whistle that’s when she knew this was going to go sour, and she was right. Trying to shoot Billy the man didn’t succeed for Billy had taken out all his bullets when the man had stupidly handed Billy his gun to look at, he tried several times but all that was heard were clicks. Then Billy pulled his gun, Bobbie will never forget the look on the man's face when it dawned on him that he was about to die.

He shot him, and that was it for Bobbie. After everything she’d been through she couldn’t take it so she stormed out and hoped that no one would follow her. But she would be disappointed, she could hear Doc calling after her as she marched her way to the horses. When she turned to look at him she could see that not far behind him was Chavez who was also walking towards her but he was walking a lot slower and definitely stalling to catch up to her. 

“Let me guess, it was Billy that started all this in the first place?” Doc didn’t say anything but he stopped short in his tracks which was a dead give away. “How can you stand him? He’s so insurable.” 

Doc looked confused and lost for words. "He sometimes has a point though, they killed our mentor, at first I didn’t agree. In fact I’m not sure what I think and feel right now but it’s happening and all we can do is go along with it.” 

She was pacing in front of the horses now. "And that justifies killing more people? That just makes you as bad as them!"  

"Bo." His soft voice stopped her in her tracks, she looked over to where Chavez was now stood next to Doc. "It's gone too far now, we have to see this through. Me and Doc definitely agree with you, but we've done too much and Billy isn't going to stop until he's satisfied. Murphy's men are definitely not going to stop hunting us until they see us shot or hung." He then turned to Doc, putting his hand on his closest friends shoulder squeezing it to reassure him, he gave a nod which made Doc sigh and he began the walk back to the bar. 

Chavez watched until Doc was out of earshot. "I can take you to the nearest town if it'll make you feel safer, i'm sure we can find you a decent hotel." 

She thought about it deeply, she had nowhere to go, no friends, no family and no place to call home. If she had also been a target because they were with her in her house then she too was probably being hunted. "I have nothing." She dryly laughed. "You guys are kind of the only thing I know right now, they also burned my house down and killed my father, which probably means i'm also a target right?" 

"You are more than welcome to stay with us and i'll do my best, I mean me and Doc will do our best to keep you safe but you must know we can't promise your safety."  Bobbie's heart fluttered, maybe staying with them was the best thing, even if it would just be to stay close to Chavez and Doc. 

She never got to say what she wanted as Charley screamed for his life. “IT’S JOHN KINNEY!”

Chavez rushed past her to untie his horse, she was too shocked to move. Everything was moving too fast. He jumped up onto the horse seamlessly and reached his hand down to Bobbie. 

“You can ride with me.” 

[boricuacherry-blog]

Chris Cornell grew up in Seattle, but described his neighborhood as "very white. Urban but not really urban, suburban but not really suburbia. It was lower-middle-class white." It was a place where he was introduced to drugs and alcohol early on.

"We were all selling drugs by the time we were 12, or doing them," he told Rolling Stone in 1994. "Pot or pills or anything that was easily available. My neighbors to the south had two boys who were probably in their late teens when I was about 11, and they were just huge into drugs. I remember walking by the basement window one time, and this one dude was shooting something at me from a syringe out the window. I don't even know what it was, but it was shooting 15 feet, and I'm walking by, trying to dodge this thing. Those were the kind of people who lived near me." He had said he also started drinking at that age.

The child of two alcoholics, his parents divorced when he was a teenager, after which he and his siblings adopted their mother's maiden name, Cornell, as their surrname.

Cornell attended Catholic school and after being kicked out of eighth grade (twice), he was sent to a vocational school, which he attended only briefly, bringing an end to his formal education.

"It was mainly for degenerate young people," said Cornell, who was the youngest of six (aka the "Bobby Brady," he once quipped), two brothers and three sisters. "It was the last ditch for kids that couldn't go anywhere else. The concept for me was entirely wrong because it was sort of learn at your own pace, do your own thing, and my own thing was not school. So I'd go there and not do anything at all. It was just a waste of time." (He would later start a foundation to help troubled kids in 2012, although it's unclear where the money is going, as his wife was put in charge of it).

Before becoming a successful musician, Cornell worked as a busboy, a dishwasher, a fish monger at a seafood wholesaler, and a sous-chef at a Ballard seafood restaurant.

The drug thing stuck with Cornell - or should we say surrounded him. His roommate Andy Wood, of the band Mother Love Bone, died of a heroin overdose in 1990, inspiring Cornell's band/album Temple of the Dog. He struggled himself in the 90s and early aughts, seeking treatment for addiction in 2002. (He told the Mirror in 2012 it was "mostly alcohol - from my late teens until my late 30s.")

As for his decision to go to rehab, he told Launch in 2007, "I really had to come to the conclusion, the sort of humbling conclusion that, guess what, I'm no different than anybody else, I've got to sort of ask for help - not something I ever did, ever. And then part two of that is, like, accept it when it comes and, you know, believe what people tell me. And trusting in what I have been told, and then seeing that work."

In 2015, while promoting his final solo album, Higher Truth, he talked about how his sobriety helped his music but noted he was still trying to "kind of figure out who the substance-free guy is."

"If i think about the evolution of my life as it appears in songs for example, Higher Truth is a great example of a record I wouldn't have been able to write, and part of that is in essence because there was a period of time there where I didn't expect to be here," he told Rolling Stone Australia. "And now not only do I expect to be here, and I'm not going anywhere, but I've had the last 12 years of my life being free of susbtances to kind of figure out who the substance-free guy is, because he's a different guy. Just by brain chemistry, it can't be avoided. I'm not the same, I don't think the same, I don't react the same. And my outlook isn't necessarily the same. My creative endeavors aren't necessarily the same. And one of the great things about that is it enabled me to kind of keep going artistically and find new places and shine the light into new corners where I hadn't really gone before. And that feels really good."

Shortly after getting out of rehab, in 2004, he met Vicky Karayiannis, a Greek Paris-based publicist, who also had a brother named Nicholas, a.k.a. DJ Nick Blast, who worked as an executive at a NY restaurant (leaving wife Susan Silvers).They got married and talent manager Jeff Kwatinetz was Cornell's best man, and Brittany Murphy, who was engaged to Kwatinetz at the time, was the maid of honor.

Genealogy:

Chris's father, Edward F. "Ed" Boyle, is a pharmacist from Everett, Washington. Chris's mother, Karen Ruth Cornell, is an accountant from Seattle, Washington. His ancestry is Norweigan, Irish (emphasis on the Irish because he looks VERY Irish to me), English, Scottish, Northern Irish, Welsh, German, French, and remote Manx and Swiss-German. His parents were married by a Catholic priest in 1957.

In an interview on Howard Stern's show, circa 2007, Chris appeared to state that his mother is Jewish. This is not accurate.

Chris's patrilineal grandfather was Edward John Boyle (the son of Dennis Peter Boyle and Anna Louisa "Louise" Zahler). Edward was born in Washington. Dennis was born in Renfrew, Renfrewshire, Scotland to Irish emigrants, Terrence/Terrance Boyle, of County Silgo, and Mary McVey. Louisa was the daughter of German emigrants, Michael Zahler, of Trier, Rhine (now Rhineland-Palatinate), and Ann Katarina/Catherine Stenger, of Dillishausen, Lamerdingen, Bavaria.

Chris's paternal grandmother was Anona Ruth Olson/Olsen (the daughter of Eivin/Ivan Olaus Olsen, later Olsen, and of Carrie Lorena Jones/McGuire). Anona was born in California. Eivin was a Norweigan emigrant, from Stavanger, Rogaland, and was the son of Ole Olsen Blaasenberg, later Vaaland, and of Andrine Tonnesdatter Bjuland.

Chris's maternal grandfather was Ralph Trivett Cornell (the son of Julian Trivett Cornell and Emily Keillor Emmerson). Ralph was born in Rothesay, Novia Scotia, Canada. Julian was the son of Robert/Ralph Filmore Trivett Cornell, whose parents were Irish, and of Anne/Annie Eudora Maxon/Maxim. Emily was the daughter of Henry Robert Emmerson and Emily Charlotte Record. Chris's great-great-grandfather Henry was a lawyer, businessperson, politician, and philanthropist, who as a member of the Liberal Party, was Premier of New Brunswick, from October 29, 1897 to August 31, 1900, among other duties.

Chris's maternal grandmother was Marion/Marian M. MacNutt (the daughter of James Frederick MacNutt and Clarabell/Claribel Josephine Hubbell). Marion was born in Washington. James was a Canadian emigrant, from Darmley, Prince Edward Island, and was the son of George Beairsto MacNutt and Annie McGougan Rodd. Clarabell was born in Wisconsin, the daughter of Fred Keaton Hubbell and Annetta Alta Remer.

Chris's matrilineal ancestry can be traced back to his fourth great-grandmother, Elisabeth Hoffmann, who was born circa 1821, in Hesse, Germany.

[bobfloydsbabe]

Mob Boss Bobby! Mob Boss Bobby! I’m sooooo tempted to ask about penthouse smut but I’ve decided to change things up and ask about the aftermath 🥰

Beth! I’ve been neglecting Mob Boss Bob as of late, so it's only right that someone asked about him. The Aftermath is a fic I didn't intend to write, but started because there was an ask game going around where you had to write some sentences when someone sent in a certain emoji. That's how The Aftermath came to be.

It takes place a few months after Mob Boss Bob learns Abby's true identity as Warlock's adopted daughter. He’s still reeling from the betrayal and has a conversation with Natasha about it.

Here's a lil sneak peek!

It's been months since he learned her secret, and he's spent every day since waiting for the ball to drop. For Warlock to threaten every part of his organization with the inside knowledge he got from Abby. It hasn't happened yet. "Maybe she didn’t say anything," Natasha suggests one afternoon. She's the only one who truly knows the extent of his relationship with Abby, and the only who knows Bob loves her. She may have been a spy, and she may even have betrayed him, but he can't stop loving her. He's tried, but to no avail. "She should have told Warlock all my secrets. She has the information to destroy me and this organization, but so far nothing's happened. Why?" Natasha face softens, and she uncrosses her legs, leaning forward in her seat. "Maybe because the idea of hurting the man she loves more than she already has is worse than whatever Warlock might do to her for keeping quiet." He raises the glass of bourbon to his lips and finishes the drink in one go. He looks at his friend and right hand woman with an expression that can only be described as somber. "You think she's protecting me?" "I think it's possible," Natasha says, leaning back in her chair. "I also think you should talk to–don't give me that look, alright? I'm telling you this as your friend, not your employee: Talk to her." He pours another glass of bourbon and swirls the amber liquid around. He considers Natasha's suggestion and the consequences of reaching out to Abby, of going to see her when he's not sure he'd be able to walk away.  He downs the drink in one go, but when he goes to pour another, Natasha pulls the decanter out of his reach.

[nabs-draws]

A lot have been on my mind lately and I thought I gonna share it today. Alongside this little page from my new Sketchbook. I freshly started it two days ago after for it patiently waiting in my shelf for 3 month, ready to be filled with good and bad drawings. And notes. Because I also write a lot.

Anyways. One thing that came into my mind was a quote a while ago. It came from a person on Youtube talking about AI Art. He said something along the lines of : "Artists don't like to draw but they like to see the end product"

Of course I can't talk for all artists on the world. But I am very certain that this statement is not true for most artists. What I'm going to describe now is more "my" experience. Maybe some artists here on Tumblr find themselves in these statement. Some might not. Both are valid and both are okay.

This might be shocking to you (or not) but if I'm being honest, I do not really care much for the end product. I never did. I maybe do, if a client is involved in the process but my core creativity stems from just doing something with my Hands. Grabbing my mechanical pencil and listening to the scratching noises on the paper while I slowly put Graphite on it. How some simple shapes slowly transforms itself into a drawing. An eye…the other eye… F*** I ruined the other eye. Doesn't matter. Lets continue from here. Taking a piece of my kneadable eraser , forming it into a convinient form and picking up some graphite areas in order to put on some highlights. At this point it's literally sculpting on Paper.

My digital approach is quite similar. Yet, instead of a Graphite pencil, or colored pencils I now have a overwhelmingly limitless palette. All the colors in the world (or within my RGB range) that I can throw together. The outcome is still not me carrying much for the result, but the process that leads me to the result The thinking process, the learning on the way. The test phase , in order to see if the process made sense in the end or not. Researching, learning again. And always with a brink of challenging myself to do better while also being in a almost meditative state. And every new piece of art I do is like a journey into the unknown. Sometimes I run into uncomfortable territories but it feels great to overcome them and literally feel the growth afterwards. Even with client work. And the best part of it is when my clients feel the same energy from the design I made for them.

Heck, I just love drawing and designing and the design thinking process. More than anything else in the world. And even the words I wrote are a simple understatement of how I truely feel about creating. Even when I got vulnerable at some parts.

And this feelings for the drafts of art is not unique to me. It's a universal artist experience. Go ask other artistic professionals. James Jean, Ian Mcque, or Bobby Chiu. Just watch all the dozens of Sketchbook tours that Proko has uploaded on his channel. Or the THU Sketchbook Tours where you not only see beautiful and inspiring sketches, but also get a glimpse into the minds of other artists. Or the Schoolism Interviews where Artists all over the world talk about their craft and the love to it. (just to reveal some places that made me fall in love with art all over again.)

And now let me ask you again: Do Artists really hate the process?

And for the transparacy: Some portraits where referenced from following fashion photographers: Keta Tamamura (Nezu 2019) Victor Demarchelier (photographing Katie Moore)

[survey--s]

676.

What were you doing at 10:30 this morning? I was up in the sand dunes walking Bailey, Bobby and Red.

Is there anyone else in the room with you? Just the cats. Mike is upstairs with the dog.

If you married the last male you spoke to, what would your initials be? We are married. I'm not sharing my initials on here though.

What did you have for lunch today? Leftover chicken nuggets, popcorn and coffee lol. The chicken nuggets needed eating as I'd accidentally left them out all night and the popcorn bag was opened when the shopping was delivered and I didn't want it going even more stale.

In your phone, who is the first contact listed under ‘L’? My father in law.

How old is he/she? 79.

What colour are your father’s eyes? He has really pale blue eyes.

Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female? Uhh, I don't remember. Female, I think.

What’s the 9th song on your iTunes “Recently Played” list? I don't use iTunes.

What colour are the eyes of the last male you text messaged? Grey/green.

Who is the first contact in your phone? What colour is his/her hair? Alannah. She has dark brown hair.

How many tracks were on the last album you listened to? I can't remember the last time I listened to a full album.

Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you? My dad lol. I swear he does it on purpose.

Is there a song you can listen to over and over and never get fed up? No.

Do you have a friend whose name begins with ’H’? Describe him/her. I know a few people called Hannah but I wouldn't describe them as friends, more acquaintances I guess?

Are there any songs in your iTunes library that you’ve never listened to? I don't use iTunes.

So, how are you? Is there anything wrong? I was sick earlier in the week and I still have a tickly throat and a runny nose which is kinda annoying. Otherwise I'm fine.

How do you handle awkward situations? It depends on the situation.

Who is the most intelligent person you know? My dad.

Who was the last female you were introduced to? Uhh, I honestly don't know.

What was your first impression of her? ^ I don’t remember.

Who was the last male you were introduced to? Again, I have no idea.

What was your first impression of him? ...

Name one of your favourite foods that starts with the letter 'F’. French toast. Fries.

Do you have a close friend of the opposite sex? Sure, my husband for starters.

Would you ever consider being more than friends with them? ...

Who is the 8th contact in your phone? Is he/she in a relationship? Brett and I have no idea. He's the farrier for the horse I look after. I've never even met him, I mostly have his number for emergencies.

If you could travel back in time, which year would you go to? I'd love to experience Woodstock. Or a Beatles concert.

When was the last time you made a sandwich? What did you put on it? Earlier today. It was just a plain cheese one,

What were you like as a 12 year old? Awkward, mostly. I loved music and spent most of my time online.

What colour are the eyes of the last female you text messaged? She has brown eyes, I think?

When you woke up this morning, what kind of mood were you in? Groggy.

Are you hungry? Craving any food in particular? No. I just had some toast and a banana earlier.

In the past week, how many times have you cried? Once. I felt so unwell and I ended up being sick and I don't do being sick lol. It's a sensory overload thing.

On a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being amazing), how good is life atm? I'd say an eight.

[pendragonthegreat]

Oh and also nevva! We all know how kleenex feels abt her but im curious how you do :>

ok lets go

My first impression of them:

again its hard for me to remember but i definitely never disliked her

When I think I truly started to like them:

weirdly enough when i read elli's before the war. i just made me think so much more about how she was just an abandoned little girl and everything that she did with sd made so much sense

A song that reminds me of them:

ahh i'm so bad at doing character songs i can't really think of anything ;;

How many people I ship them with:

we all know ajanevva and well that's it. she didn't get to meet many characters in fact she didn't even meet aja. so i got nothing

My favorite ship of them:

the aforementioned

My least favorite ship of them:

well her and sd i guess. i mean i think their relationship is worth looking into but i'm not fond of the idea of having a romantic side to it

A quote of them that you remember:

"i'm not a villain, courtney. neither is saint dane." ^^ i just like the way dufris delivers this line in the audiobook

Your favorite outfit of them:

i know the fit isn't actually described but i have always loved the idea of her 1930s dress when she's on first earth. i have a vision for it but i just made it up

Your least favorite outfit of them:

no answer . i think all of her outfits that actually get described are pretty good at least in theory

Describe the character in one sentence:

she did nothing wrong

What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?:

the scene where bobby figure out she's telleo (it rules)

Sexuality hc:

lesbian

Your favorite friendship they have:

oh no she doesn't have any friends . well i mentioned this before recently but for her hypothetical friendships i think she would be friends with kasha but i couldn't explain why

Best storyline they had:

book10 (the reveal that she saved the exiles still makes me insane)

Worst storyline they had:

ohh i wish i had an answer but i think she is just a very well written character

A childhood headcanon:

this is kind of sad but i always imagined she was close with her father

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc):

i think she was probably quiet.. in the sense that she was always observing the people around her and learning from them

The most random ship you've seen people have with them:

i think i've seen people ship her with bobby before

A weird headcanon:

not really weird but i think she would really like chocolate

When do you think they were at their happiest?:

to be honest i'm not sure she was ever happy

When do you think they were at their lowest?:

when her mom didn't come back home (starts crying everywhere) guys talking about nevva is so sad.

Future headcanon:

i will always believe in my heart she went to the black and met her father again

What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?:

like. her true feelings. she's such a secretive person (remember the quadruple life she had on quillan) so i think she keeps her truest feelings hidden so deeply not even she knows all of them

When do you think they acted the most ooc:

again i think she is just so well written. i have no answer

When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?:

probably right before she dies help why is she so tragic

If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?:

i know i used a sylo character in the last ask too but olivia from sylo

The most unnecessary thing they ever did?:

ehh i still have no answer here

How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?):

oh gosh she would try so so hard to not repeat to mistakes of her mother perhaps to the point of being overprotective or smothering... i would hope she's go through a good amount of healing before becoming a parent though

The funniest scene they had?:

this is the only funny moment i can think of

i just laugh at the idea of sd being like embarrassed because nevva's breaking his character he has to keep in front of bobby lolol

[softie-rain]

Meet me at the Hanging Tree

previous chapter: chapter eight

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Series Warnings: Murdering, described death and violence, suicide, death for natural causes such as starving, hypotermia, dehydratation and wounding infection.

Series Summary: Panem, governed by President Magnus, is getting ready for the 75th Hunger Games. It's in this Memory Edition that the reader will learn how far one can go for the loved one, even if that could bring her to certain death.

Chapter nine: I can't do this anymore

pt.1

Summary: Y/n and Peter's reunion seems to bring a small spark of hope in their hearts. But nothing lasts forever right?

a/n: I apologise for how bad written this is. You all deserved a better reunion, I know, I'm sorry, but it's honestly already much that I wrote this. But in part two I will try and do a flashback so you guys can enjoy it more I promise!

I also apologise fore the final scene. Don't hate me I love you all

also i don't wanna brag or anything but I took this photo down here 😌

Y/n's tears were consuming her. She wasn't even feeling fear, just sadness. Darwin- she needed Darwin.

But he couldn't come to her right? How could he?

And Peter, God Peter. He was supposed to meet her at that stupid tree, why wasn't he there yet?? She wanted to yell. She was so mad. She wanted to yell. To kill. To die.

No.

She had promised Darwin that she would have won, she had to maintain that promise.

And she was going to.

~~~

Two days before

Darwin and Peter were staring at each other so hard that Lorna and y/n were scared they were going to kill each other.

"How lucky of us to run into each other, uh?" Darwin said, his voice low and somehow dark. "How lucky." Lorna raised an eyebrow, shocked by the scene that was playing in front of her.

Even if she wasn't showing it, y/n's feelings were pretty much the same. "Guys come on! Really? We need to move. Now." She walked past the two very mature boys and started picking up the bag Darwin had previously left falling in shock.

Peter rushed to get next to her while Darwin scoffed and walked next to Lorna, who was definitely tired of that useless- whatever the two had going on.

"So, uhm, are you ok?" The girl suppressed a chuckle at Peter's effort of starting the conversation. "As ok as I can be here." He nodded, an obvious answer to an obvious question. "It's great to see you again too, by the way. I'm sorry I didn't follow you after the bloodbath I, I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's fine, really. I'm not blaming you." Which wasn't totally a lie. "You know Bobby?" Y/n kept walking without meeting his eyes, but nodded. The boy who died the- second? third day?

"He died because of me. Kind of. He was going to kill me but Lorna got him first." She turned to him and gave him a sympathetic look. It was… weird. Weird, to have him standing right there in front of her. When she and Darwin were running away from the almost encounter with the Careers the last thing she expected was to run- literally- into Lorna and Peter.

And yet there he was. She missed him, there was no point in denying it, but how was she going to act now? For three days her plan was to survive and find Peter. Now it was just to survive, probably.

"How was it?" She asked. "Letting him die. Was it hard?" He shook his head. "I'm not sure. I mean, better them than you. That's what keeps me going. But no, watching someone dying isn't easy at all."

She bit her bottom lip, unsure on how to continue the conversation. She didn't have to though, as Lorna interrupted them. "Hey lovebirds, if you two are done with the heartbreaking reunion, it's about to get dark so we better start looking for a shelter of some kind." Y/n stared at Lorna. Really stared at her.

All she could see was a strong independent woman, but also very alone, and probably sad. She was still scared of her, even more now that she knew she didn't have any problem in killing, but some part of her was pitying the dark-haired girl.

No one at the reaping had apparently stood up for her, seemingly she didn't seem to have a family. Or maybe they didn't care about her enough to cry for her clear death sentence?

Darwin agreed with her. "She's right, let's go."

After spending the night under a tree, y/n woke up unsurprisingly exhausted. After the first night, her sleep kept being disturbed by nightmare after nightmare, and not even having Peter by her side helped in stopping them.

As she observed the others getting ready to leave again, her mind wandered back to the breakfast in the Capitol. She refused to allow herself to miss the city but, the food? She definitely missed that.

And, honestly, Charles and Emma too. Her last words with him weren't on the best terms, and she wondered if she was ever going to take a chance to apologise to him.

She was about to follow Darwin to talk to him, when Lorna's scream pierced the air. "Lorna?!" Peter yelled immediately, his neck turning so fast y/n was scared he was going to break it.

Her hand was pierced by an arrow, which left the whole group stunned, and Lorna terrified. Wait, terrified?

"Well would you look at that. Lorna Dane is terrified!" Everyone looked up from where the voice came and of course there they were, in all their awful glory. The Careers.

Scott was the one holding the bow so they assumed also the one to shoot the arrow. Y/n seriously doubted that he had missed her heart because she saw him at training. He had an impeccable aim. Why not kill her on the spot then?

Behind Scott Ororo and Rogue were standing proud, the first one's smirk almost as if to make fun of the group standing down. Kurt and Warren were with them, but looking less proud of themselves than the others.

"Run!" Darwin yelled, carrying Lorna with him. Immediately Peter took y/n's arm and led her away from the enemies, running without a specific destination. As they did, she looked behind them. Darwin and Lorna were escaping too, but they were slower than them.

She could literally feel the panic rising in her chest as she spotted Scott and Ororo right behind the two. There's no way they're gonna make it. She thought. But she pushed it away as soon as it came.

She couldn't let herself think Darwin was going to die. She couldn't- "This way!" Peter took a turn on the left, guiding her like he knew where they were going.

To her surprise he didn't stop running when they arrived at a cliff, ending in a river. "Peter?" She asked worriedly, as he still kept running. "Peter!" She repeated. "Do you trust me?" He asked her. Yes with all my life, she was about to answer, but thought better of doing that and went instead with: "Certainly not right now- PETER!" Not even able to finish the sentence that he was throwing her off the cliff, him following right after.

That's it, that's how I'm dying.

She could bet her life that the fall lasted hours- when it was actually barely a minute- when her body finally collided with the water. She swimmed on the surface of the water and noticed Peter a few feet away from her. He swimmed towards her, held her in his arms and covered her mouth as they swimmed towards the wall of the cliff, that thank god gave them a repair from the Careers eyes.

"You see them?" She heard Rogue ask. "No." Scott answered, clearly annoyed. "Let them go. Whether they're dead or not, they won't last long without their bag and weapons.

She mentally cursed. The bag. The knife. All of that was left at the spot, probably still marked in Lorna's blood.

Lorna.

Lorna and Darwin.

Darwin.

Where the hell was Darwin?

Unfortunately for her, the answer would fall from the sky. Literally.

Darwin fell pretty much like she and Peter did, except he wasn't coming back to the surface. Scott's laugh was barely audible now, so Peter was quick to look for Darwin.

Y/n instead went swimming back to the land, trying to steady her breathing. After the third time of the silver haired boy going underwater, he finally came back with Darwin- clear unconscious.

She helped him by bringing him back next to where she was previously laying, and opened up his jacket. She started performing CPR to him the best she could remember from training, but it didn't seem to work.

Peter was standing next to her, too shocked to say or do anything, as he watched his crush- there was really no point in denying it now, Peter definitely had a crush for y/n- desperately tried to save her friend, screaming and crying.

As she was about to lose her hope, Darwin coughed once. Then twice, then thrice, and he was awake again. "Oh my God Darwin." She cried and hugged him, but as she did that he immediately pushed her away, wincing.

"Y/n stop- please." She looked at him, confused, but then noticed the wound caused by Warren's sword.

"They got my leg with an arrow. Lorna managed to run away, I didn't. Warren attacked me, and they threw me in the river."

Because they knew he wouldn't be able to survive. No. He would.

"Hey it's ok. I wasn't pointing at winning anyway."

She shook her head, trying to stop the tears. She only met him one week ago and she was that desperate for his death- or maybe more than one week?

"Just promise me two things. Win for me. Murder all those bastards and win. Bring glory to the districts. And- he coughed and some blood came out of his mouth- hug my mom for me. Will 'ya? Tell her I love her."

She didn't want to let him go. But he was right. She silently nodded, hugged him one last time and turned to Peter. If this wasn't the one moment to show her weakness to the whole state, she didn't know which was.

Might as well give them a show right? Of course she cared about Darwin. Of course her tears were real. But she would lie if she said that she wasn't hoping for the Citizens to feel pity for her.

Peter was just holding her, all of his pain clearly staged. As harsh as it sounded, he didn't care for Darwin, not a bit. His only concern was for the girl crying in his arms at that moment. Lorna was right. He was crazy for her.

As they moved to the entrance of the forest and stared at Darwin's body being carried away from the flying vehicle, her mind was finally clear.

She was going to win, and not even the Careers were going to stop her. Next to her, even if she didn't speak a word, Peter knew what she was thinking.

And, too bad for him, he agreed with her.

tags: @raincoffeeandfandoms

[honest-kdrama-reviews]

Review #8: Yumi's Cells (Season 1)

WARNING: THIS POST DEF CONTAINS SPOILERS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE DRAMA. (I will do my best to label spoilers, but I’m not perfect.)

With the second season announced, this drama has been showing up in front of me a lot lately. For a while, I thought it looked kind of cringe, which is why it took me so long to finally give it a chance. What made me cave in was seeing that Jinyoung from GOT7 was a part of the show. This drama came out in 2021 and is starring Ahn Bo-hyun, Kim Go-eun and Jinyoung.

Welcome to THE THIRST CORNER!!!!

I'm gonna just say it right off from the beginning, I figured I would simp over Jinyoung the most. He's someone I know, he's definitely handsome and his character (Yoo Bobby) is really sweet.

HOWEVER

Ku Woong is possibly the most attractive male lead I've ever seen. Like, the way I was instantly smitten with him? His hair is so cute, I LOVE HIS BEARD IDK WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS. Also, to be blunt, he's got some tig ol' biddies and I am a FAN. He's so strong yet gentle. I love the gentle giant type idk.

He's also not just physically attractive (100% my ideal type in this drama) his personality is just AHG. He's so smart and level headed. I'm in love with his big juicy brain. The way he does quick math? I'm in awe. But like he's also dumb? The most perfect himbo to ever exist.

Also, he looks like a real life Asahi Azumane (but Korean instead of Japanese ofc).

Like, Woong is absolutely best boy. He's not perfect, of course, but he's so sweet. I can't find any other words to describe the way he makes me feel. I just am absolutely head over heels in love with him. Would do anything for him. I feel like I could treat him better than Yumi. Just come here sweet boy. All I want is one chance.

Like?? He's too precious for this world?? (this scene had me kicking my feet and squealing like I was 14 again)

Also, as someone who isn't the best at cleaning, the fact that he genuinely enjoys cleaning and organizing is that much more attractive. He's my perfect opposite and I think we could really make it work.

Side note: I couldn't figure out where I recognized him from, but he plays Eun-gi in Her Private Life! (I thought he was also adorable in this role and got severe second male lead syndrome from him). So maybe I'm an Ahn Bo-Hyun fan. What about it?

Okay wow that was a lot. I'm just obsessed with him.

NOW LETS TALK ABOUT JINYOUNG

His character is unbelievably sweet. I love how respectful he is. (SPOILER) Like, I def could tell he had feelings for Yumi, but did his best to not make her or Woong uncomfortable. Also, Yoo Bobby deserves better, tbh. (SPOILER) His girlfriend was terrible and I hope nothing good ever happens to her.

I obviously have less to say about him because 1- he's not Woong. 2-He actually wasn't around much until the end. I'll have more to say once I watch and review season 2.

Thank you for indulging me as I gush about the love of my life Ku Woong. I feel like I can move on now. (Not move on from Woong but just like move on in the review).

I feel like this drama concept was really original. Like, the fact that different cells in our body control different things. The animation gave a really cool look into the mind of our characters without taking away from the story too much. I think, of all the cells, I loved Hunger the most . He's a cutie and I love the little tteokbokki on his head.

Lets talk female lead really quick.

I was so excited when I realized the female lead was my girl Kim Go-eun. I loved her in Goblin and was excited to see her in a bit of a more mature role.

Lets start with the things I love about Yumi :)

I love the way that she's most motivated by Love. (Thats an indirect spoiler I guess?) I find that extremely relatable and could really connect to Yumi, especially in the beginning. She works hard and is diligent with whatever she's given. When she does something, she puts her entire heart into it, which I think is really admirable.

Now what I don't like :(

Especially towards the end, it became so difficult to root for Yumi. Maybe it was because I was so wrapped around Woong's finger, but she seemed to not even take him into consideration. If Woong wasn't doing things her way, then he was in the wrong. I do admit, there were mistakes Woong made along the way (SPOILER) mostly just holding too tightly to his pride as a man. But Yumi just kind of did whatever she wanted. Maybe that was just me. She just let too much bother her in regards to outside influences and her relationship. I hope she's grown by Season 2.

The ending gave me 25/21 flashbacks(iykyk). It didn't feel right. It felt like it was just because they wanted a more "realistic" ending and didn't even bother to look at character development. Or even want to put in the work to develop the characters. I was so distressed by the ending that I literally put my head down on my desk and cried for a while. I can't imagine finishing this drama and not knowing there was a second season. Props to all of you that had to endure this long.

In regards to the OST, I actually really like it. The only artist I recognize is J.UNA as well as DOYOUNG. But I think the soundtrack really did well to set the mood. It's also just nice background music for life, which means its a good OST in my opinion!

I'm hopeful that season 2 will be just as good if not better. This drama made me laugh, cry, scream, swoon, and everything else in-between. That's something I like in whatever media I'm consuming, whether it be a kdrama or a marvel movie.

Rating for this drama: 9/10 (It has inserted itself into my kdrama top 20)

Reminder that these are simply my opinions. If this is your favorite drama, I don’t mean to offend you. Feel free to put what you loved/didn’t love in the comments. Just be kind and remember that everyone like different dramas. Also please be nice to me, I am but a normal person. :)

[freewerewolfmysti-tiger]

Little 1st attempt at 911 fanfiction on ao3.

Hard days( Harder nights)

It was a sunny day, filled with fun and laughter at the park. The members of 118 A-shift and their families enjoyed the time off after a truly hectic week, if only because they were dumb calls. 

" The only thing missing is Ev,"  Eddie thought pensively thinking of his beautiful wife of 4 years. Evalynn Diaz had barged into his life in a hail of gunfire, sunny smile, and soul-searing blue eyes, with smudges of blood on her cheek and clothes, in what could be described as Hell on earth, AKA Afghanistan, like an avenging angel. There was an instant connection with one look and it grew into a friendship that could only be marveled at. The love that formed after was breathtaking.

"What's got you thinking so deep, Eddie? You look a little lost there bud." Chim inquired jokingly while popping his gum. While the now silent 118 looked on in piqued interest.

 

The thing is, how did Eddie explain that he was thinking about the love of his life…when the 118 didn't know about him even being married?

" Sorry man, Got lost in thought," Eddie replied, hoping it was enough to distract the 118. "Whatever you say, man." Chim chucked. Leaving it at that, thankfully, rejoining the conversation with Hen, Karen, and Athena.

" You okay?" Bobby asked, familiar with the look in Eddie's eyes. The look of longing and despair an old friend for Bobby. " I'm good Cap. Just ya know, thinking of Ev, Chris misses her you know?" Eddie said to Bobby. He was the only one who knew about Evalynn. He at least knew Eddie was married. " It's okay to say you miss her too, you know? It won't make you any less of a human or man to say you miss your wife Eddie. And I'm sure you are concerned about her. Have you heard from her yet?" Bobby asked with a concerned furrow on his brow.

 " No, not since two weeks ago. But then, I expected it. She said it might be needed to go dark for a bit. It's just nerve-wracking and Chris keeps asking when he can talk to her, and I can't answer him because I don't know." Eddie sighed. " I mean it's not like I didn't know what she did for a living. I knew what I signed up for when we got married. We met in a war zone for God's sake. It's just I'm not there and can't have her back. At least somewhat. Back then we could at least steal a moment here and there. Although seeing that helo taking off every time was terrifying, knowing that there was a good chance she was in one of those choppers and could be dropping right into an active fighting zone was hard Bobby, but she's better than good. She's the best they have, and for good reason too." "I'm sorry Eddie. I wish I could help you more. And I'm not even going to pretend that I understand fully. I get it somewhat, with Athena being a police officer on the streets, but I see her at the end of her shift. And you don't get to even hear your wife's voice much less see her every day, so I'm not going to trivialize what you are feeling by saying I understand, because I don't. But know this I'm here if you or Chris need anything. And when you're ready the 118 will also be here for you." Bobby said, clapping his shoulder.

It had been a week since the family day at the park when Eddie woke to a feeling of dread pooling in the pit of his belly. It had been a long four weeks of no contact from Ev and Eddie was terrified that it meant nothing good. And it was getting harder and harder to reassure Chris when he felt distinctly unsettled himself. With a sigh and a touch of his thumb to his wedding ring, Eddie got out of bed and started the task of getting ready for the day with Chris.

 " don't forget you're staying at your grandmother's  tonight because I have a 24-hour shift, alright buddy?" 

" Okay, dad. Hey, dad?" Chris asked while looking at his feet.

" yeah, what's up buddy?" Eddie said with a concerned voice. " Do you think mama is gone?" Chris asked with a tremble to his voice, eyes singing brightly. 

" Hey, Superman? Come here bud." Eddie said pulling Chris into his arms while trying to hold in his emotions and be strong for Chris. "Bud, I know you miss your mom, I do too, but you can't think like that okay? Yes, it's scary that we haven't heard from her, and I'm worried too. But your mom is tough and has a bunch of people to watch her back. And mom warned us that we might not hear from her for a bit, remember?" 

Chris nodded his head despondent with a tear trailing down his cheeks. "We need to make mama a birthday card for her birthday and you still need to buy mama a gift," Chris murmured with a soft smile at Eddie. Eddie chuckled as he stood up, " I do, huh? What makes you think I didn't already get your mom a gift?"

Chris looked at his dad and said dryly, "you hate shopping."

Eddie laughed at that and said, "let's go, or we're gonna be late."

Stepping into the station Eddie couldn't help but feel the earlier dread return with a vengeance, making him feel nauseous. Changing into his uniform, Eddie took his wedding ring off and hung it on the St.Christopher chain hung around his neck, kissing his ring before tucking it into his shirt, and joining A-shift at the table for breakfast. 

The bell rang just as they were done eating, with a groan and laugh the team hurried to their gear and were on their way to another busy day in Los Angeles. After an hour of clearing a minor MVA, all with minor injuries and fortunately no casualties, they were on their way back to the station. The stillness was broken when Hen asked " Eddie are you okay? You seem kinda off, like your physically here, but mentally you are a world away" Hen said with concern clear in her voice. 

"Yeah man, you almost seem to be on auto today," Chim said questioning, drawing the attention of the rest of the crew in the truck, Bobby turned slightly from the front to see Eddie, question, and concern clear in his eyes. 

Eddie sighed knowing that he couldn't hide his despondency anymore. "I'm fine. Just preoccupied, I guess. Chris asked about his mom this morning and honestly, I don't know what to tell him. It's a hard situation to explain to a 7-year-old, whether or not he's going to see his mom anytime soon" Eddie said with a sigh running a hand over his face.

"What his mother dumped him or something?" Reardon a floater asked. Gasping could be heard from the crew as Eddie turned to glare at him and snarked icily, " be a bit hard to dump him when Uncle Sam had her number before I did." "Guys", Bobby warned, sensing the rising tension and confusion. "Um, I'm sorry, Eddie, what do you mean by that?" Chim sputtered. " I'm saying that my wife…Chris's mother is deployed, Chim. That's what I meant!"

" We didn't even know you were married," Hen said with a shake of her head and her eyes wide in shock. "Well it's not like I've hidden it, and you all are nosy enough, I figured you would notice that I wear a ring before and after shift," Eddie said with a shrug. 

Arriving at the station, the crew got out of the truck and changed out of their turnout gear. All heading off to do the chores still not completed. All content simply to go through their motions and task finding comfort in doing so. 

The quiet of the loft, however, was shattered by the shrill ring of Eddie's phone ringing. 

He glanced at the caller ID 'Unknown Caller' and felt ice settle in his belly, his heart racing. 

"Hello?" Eddie said,

"Good day is this Staff Sargeant Edmuno Diaz?" A female voice said.

Eddie felt like he was trembling as he said, "yes, it is." The woman continued, 

" Sargent Diaz, regretfully I am calling to inform you that your wife, Chief petty officer Evalynn Diaz and her team has missed all check-ins. A team was sent to their last known location. There were clear signs of ambush and your wife's tags were found near their Humvee as well as some blood. As of this moment, the Navy is listing Chief Diaz as MIA until we can determine where she and her team is."

The more the woman spoke the less it felt like Eddie could breathe, "Dios, no!" Eddie murmured. "Again I'm sorry and as soon as we know more you will be notified." 

Eddie choked out a soft "thank you" and hung up.

He could hear the team softly asking with a hint of panic if he was alright, but he could no more answer them, then he could calm his racing heart and quaking body.

"Eddie?" Bobby asked placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, but there was no response.

"His pulse is racing, Bobby, and he is clammy," Hen stated "He's going into shock! We need to get him sitting down, now!"

"Come on Eddie, let's sit down. Okay? Easy. Breathe."

Hen helped Eddie sit down, rubbing a hand up and down his back in a soothing manner.

After a few minutes, Eddie's breathing started to calm down a little and his racing pulse slowed down. Bobby sat down on the coffee table in front of Eddie, while Chim sat down in the chair next to Eddie. "Eddie? What happened? Talk to us, please?" Bobby asked gently.

With a blank look on his face,  " God, what am I gonna tell Chris? He was so excited to make his mama's birthday card and now I might have to tell him she's dead." Eddie choked out. Hen made a soft noise of distress while Bobby mearly looked grimly on and Chim looked lost on what to say. "Damnit, Bobby, this was supposed to be her last tour! After everything she's had to go through and overcome, this can't be it! What am I going to do without her? She's mi Vida, mi corazoñ, Bobby, she's always been what made it all make sense. She and Chris are all that matters. I can't lose her. And now they're saying she's MIA, and it's only a matter of time before they change her status to KIA. She doesn't deserve that! We were supposed to grow old together. Watch Chris grow up. Not have her be a name on a stone."

"I'm sorry Eddie, I know this must be hard, but don't lose hope. MIA doesn't mean she's dead, okay? It just means she's missing." Hen said trying to comfort Eddie.

"Don't." Eddie hissed, "you don't know what it's like out there! But I do. And my wife isn't some lost toy mistakenly misplaced. She went missing in a warzone. After being ambushed. Her entire team is missing."

"Alright guys, calm down," Bobby said. "Chim go check the ambulance. Hen, right now Eddie doesn't need platitudes, he needs support, which you have Eddie. We will do whatever we can to help you. I am going to call your aunt to take you home. You Shouldn't drive like this and you can't be at work in your current mind frame. Go get changed. I'll call Chief Alonzo and have someone fill in for you. Take all the time you need."

Eddie nodded in acceptance stumbling to his feet to change. While Hen and Chim left to do what Bobby asked.

In the locker room, Eddie changed in a haze only stopping when his hand touched the chain around his neck. Fingers curling around his wedding ring and clenching it tightly. He took the chain off and removed his ring, reverently taking the ring off the chain and sliding it on his finger smiling softly at the cascade of flinting memories flying by in his mind.

"Eddie?" At the sound of his name, he turned to see his aunt Pepa standing by the door, eyes shining with unshed tears, arms open in comfort and Eddie fell into them, needing the touch to ground him. "Tia, what am I gonna do? How do I tell Chris? What do I even tell him?" 

"You tell him the truth, son. That his mama is missing but that is all we know. That we can only pray and keep on having faith that Dios will bring our Evalynn home, that is all we can do Eddie."

Eddie nodded before taking his duffle bag and with a nod to Bobby, Chim and Hen left.

Find the ending on ao3 under ilovereading697230

[chronicowboy]

2 / 6 / 14 if ur still doing them !!! hope ur having a good night <3 love u

ahh elke ily2!! sending u an eddie diaz muah on this fine evening

this ended up being longer than expected so um

2. What is your favorite snippet of dialogue?

oof honestly i have no idea bc i absolutely ADORE writing dialogue so i might put a few

from nine times out of ten

"Everything okay over here?" Cap raises an eyebrow when Eddie sighs.

"Eddie's fallen victim to queer joy." Ravi mumbles, not quite under his breath judging by the amused look in Bobby's eyes. "I... What I mean to say is... Um."

"Relax, probie." Eddie grumbles.

"Not a probie." Ravi murmurs.

"Okay, talk me through it, Eddie." Bobby says, crouching down to his level.

"I'm thirty-four years old, I'm a single father, I'm gay and I'm in love with my best friend who's just broken up with his girlfriend." Eddie grits out. He looks up at his captain, his shoulders slump and he slams back the last of his drink. "Fuck you, Frank."

from you know, you have to (you don't do you)

"I think I'll end it when I go back to the loft next." Buck nods to himself, makes that the final decision. No more clinging, no more settling.

"If I had have known this was all it took to get you to break up with her, I'd have come back to Texas a year ago."

"Eddie!" Buck laughs. "If I had have known just how much you hated her, I'd have broken up with her sooner."

"I didn't try to hide it!" Eddie retorts. "Don't pin this on me!"

"Okay. Okay."

from 1001 reasons not to get drunk with your sister's boyfriend

"How long have you been in love with Eddie?" Buck splutters.

"Years!" Chimney cackles.

"Chimney fell in love with my sister at first sight!" Buck tattles. "I, at least, had the decency to hate the love of my life first."

"Pffffffffffffffffffffffffft!" Chim blows a raspberry as he sits up, propping his chin on the arm of the chair and looking at the stranger indulging their bad choices. "He hated him for less than half a twelve hour shift and I'm not convinced he even hated him. I think you were just mad that he was so hot." Buck sticks his tongue out, but looks away sheepishly.

"I swear I heard Whatta Man playing when I first saw him." Buck whispers the confession to the stranger, but his drunken voice must be loud enough for Chimney to hear because the man falls back to the floor with laughter. "He was putting a shirt on." Buck pouts. "If you saw him, you'd understand why that's a taves... Travety... Travesty." He nods to himself. "Oh, I can show you!" 

from forget-me-nots

 "Look, I can't say I know what you're going through with the whole internalised homophobia thing you've got going on. But for the longest time I thought it was just normal for straight people to hook up with whoever you found attractive, guy or girl." Eddie wonders how he does it, transitions from the brink of an emotional spiral to offering out empathetic advice. "It wasn't until I got to LA and Hen - you talked to her a lot when you were struggling with your identity - she took me out to this bar in West Hollywood. It was the first time I heard about all the different sexualities because, believe it or not, I know a little about shitty upbringings and shittier parents." He laughs, bitter and cold. There's a story there. "Anyway, we were there for two hours and this woman hit on me and I was really confused because it was a gay club, right? But she was telling me about herself and I wandered back to our table. Karen, Hen's wife, was getting us some more drinks, so it was just us. I leant in and whispered 'I think I'm bisexual' and she gave me this smile. You described it to me once, what did you say?"

"I don't know, man, I'm the one with amnesia."

honourable mention to the persistence of memory (in which i love every bit of dialogue but this bit just sticks with me)

"I know what your blood tastes like, Eddie." He breathes. Eddie's heart starts to slam itself against his ribcage. "I know what your blood tastes like. I shouldn't know that. I shouldn't, but I do. And there were so many times—so many times where I thought that's all I'd ever know. That that'd be the only part of you I'd ever get to taste. And some sick part of me was greedy about it. Sometimes, I'd be lying next to Taylor," Eddie tries to hide his flinch, fails miserably, "and I'd think about Ana kissing you, but I'd know that she'd never tasted your blood and that was— I could convince myself that was enough."

6. What’s the detail you wait on bated breath for readers to notice?

fuck okay so i do put a lot of these in and then just kinda sit staring at the comments begging people to say whatever it is but my memory is fucked and i'm having a hard time actually remembering any of these details rn so ig i'll just say in tpom two of the little girls from the pee wee call were called robin and nancy for my stranger things girls <3

14. What’s your favorite shipping fic you’ve written? Favorite gen fic?

my favourite shipping fic ive written is probably nine times out of ten (this ends in disaster) bc ravi pov my beloved <3 he truly is the best character to write ever and it was just So Much Fun and i dont think ive ever actually written a gen fic buddie has me in too much of a chokehold