#not having to color OR clean up my lines saves me so much time omg

[hashileio]

figuring this out a little more

also here’s ya man @lady-of-disdain :3c

[generalluxun]

Miraculous: The Movie Reaction/Review

A little more ordering of my thoughts now, and I can go through in a little more detail why I loved this movie so much. This will be a solid look at things, and so... yeah, SPOILERS! And just for the record this will be looking both at the movie itself as a movie AND in comparison to the series. I know that there are different pressures on both, but I do feel there are narrative through lines tackled better or worse.

Putting a cut here for the Spoiler free folks.

This will be somewhat chronological, with some asides.

Okay, so the opening, a great setup. It's a Lore dump, but it's clean and neat and we are already introduced to the vibrant colors we will see throughout the movie, and Mr. Overdramatic Fu who I find priceless.

Marinette:

Oh Marinette, I love this Marinette. She feels downtrodden to start. The type of person for whom one too many hiccups have become a self-fullfiling way of life. The movie spends a lot more time with her on this. Which is to the benefit because her choice and ascension are much bigger payoffs. She's still a dreamer, and energetic, She's our Marinette, but vitalized.

Okay I'll put this here: The Songs. They're fine. They're not great, but they're find. they have a stage-style vibe to them which fits in with the change to Emilie's career. They are also pushing the narrative through most of the time, so even if the song isn't to your liking, you've got a lot going on.

School&Chloé: Marinette seems a lot more jumpy/unpopular in general, it's not JUST Chloé which is a good shift. Don't get me wrong, the blonde is still clearly a nightmare, but it's not she alone among the student body that thinks something's off about Mari at the beginning.

Alya&Nino: What is there to say? She's Alya, she's great. Nino and Adrien friendship! yay! And Alya&Nino are a cute secondary couple-in-the-making. The movie loved it's secondary characters.

Adrien: Sad Adrien, but gentle. Marinette's first interaction with him was great. She's Marinetting, but she actually gets up the will to talk to him. I liked this balance. Yes some of it comes from a shorter runtime, but it comes across as just... healthier?

Gabemoth: Gabriel outside! GASP! He's a human being! Clearly still flawed, but this Gabe is one I buy the ending for, and I quite enjoy it. Both Gabe and Adrien being over the top theaterical fits having Emilie in their lives. and.. OMG we got to see and hear Emilie as a person! I loved this. I'll add in Nathalie here. She didn't have a lot but we get her care for Adrien and the family right away.

Rescue Fu Alleyway and Tikki: Saving Fu felt much more earned in this one, give a bonus to whoever storyboarded this. Marinette pulling him from in front of a bus then bodily putting herself between him and the danger of another oncoming car? This girl! Go Marinette, you've earned these earirngs(want them or not) also: Her reaction to this crazed little man screaming about death and end of the world was awesome, I LOVE them lamp shading this trope.

Little aside about Sabrina She's adorable in the whole movie, but we get a hint of her own independence when she covers for Marinette in the Alleyway, and I loved that. Tiny Character building moments are a sign of great writing.

Tikki: They amped up Tikki's energy and I can see why. Marinette's more reluctant heroine role needed someone with a bit more push to keep her going. This is honestly the most I've ever enjoyed Tikki (not that TV Tikki was awful)

Cathedral: So, We meet Cat Noir here, and he's a cocky goofball, and it works. They balance it well. He gets instant karma a few times, he tries hard, and he does quickly acknowledge Ladybug later on when *she* acknowledges herself. This is an important lesson, people do treat you better when you believe in yourself, it shows. Much like I said with Gabe, Adrien being an overdramatic theater kid fits perfectly in this story.

The back and forth between these two is great. And here's something else: It's instructive for Marinette. If Cat Noir was just a fawning lovesick boy from square one, she wouldn't learn to stand up for herself, which she later uses vs Chloé. People fuss at chat for the watermelon, but Ladybug's throwing her own zingers in there too.

I do like that we bring Fu back here, and then again at the end. He's a little more sane, a little more mentor, so his use as comic relief isn't one note. That's another sign of good writing.

Marinette's refusal: I liked this a lot. It felt right for Marinette. This was dangerous, scary, and she was barely managing for a lot of the fight at the cathedral. I love how the scene evolved from loud and frustrated, to comedy, then finally settled on sincerity. Marinette curling up in her chair was more earned emotion and heartbreak than S5 wrung from me in 13 eps.

Plagg and Adrien: Okay so yeah, Fart jokes. The show had it's share of 'stinky cheese' jokes so we shouldn't point too many fingers. I love dad-Plagg in the TV show, so I was slightly bummed it wasn't as prevelent here, but with Tiki needing a more energetic role, Adrien not being a shut in, and Gabriel not being a complete and total heel, Plagg's role is going to be different. It's worth noting that after Chat's failed confession Plagg does Dad-Plagg him, so all is not lost for that dynamic.

Fairground: Just a showcase of fun. Marinette&Adrien, Alya&Nino, the Akumas, Marinette making the *decision* to be a hero and triggering her first voluntary transformation. The two of them working together. This was a great celebratory event, and it kicks off:

Montage!

You knew they'd need this in a movie covering this much ground. We got to see a few fun akuma designs, a few Adrienette dates, and how the changes wrought on the fairground played out. We had enough time with sad, isolated, Marinette that this does feel like a triumph.

Third Act low point: This is where everyone fails. Chat's confession to Ladybug burns out. Marinette's confession to Adrien burns out. Even Gabriel has burned out. All three of our main players are at their low (which is a brilliant way to hint they're framing Gabe as not just a villain, he's treated to the narrative beats of a hero) All three felt solid and hit hard. It's the Lovesquare cliff notes, but it hits all the right elements. You still come away thinking 'If only they knew!' because the movie has really built up both Adrienette and Ladynoir in equal parts.

Final fight: Damn son, what is there to say? Akumatized Hawkmoth is not playing. Plagg telling Adrien to get his stuff together. This battle is just plain brutal. Mari unmasked! Chat punching his dad. Marinette being a hero without the suit, saving Chat in the same selfless way she saved Fu back at the beginning of the movie. Chat unmasked. and Gabriel's breakdown. *Adrien hugging his dad!* CLOSURE. Ladybug getting her Miraculous Ladybugs and it being a BIG DEAL, like it should be!

The Dance: Cute character moments. Chloe is big enough to give Marinette a 'truce' it seems, but mean enough to let her know it's not over yet. Sabrina's shrug is great :) Oh wait MARINETTE'S DRESS. It's Ladybug, it's beautiful. This girl is a designer. A reveal in snow. The two of them together, yes!

Post-script: Mayura next Villain? I'm hype.

End Notes: I feel this movie hit all the notes it needed to. We got the characters, they were compressed clearly because it's a movie, but still felt themselves, but fresh. Everything about this word feels a little more 'real' which is funny considering how ethereal all the lighting was.

I'm notoriously prone to critique and dissecting media, even media I enjoy. Yet my nitpick sensors were surprisingly mute while watching this. They told a huge amount of story, accessible both to long time fans and newcomers.

I probably have more thoughts, but that's already a lot for a Tumblr post. Feel free to engage my Asks or replies if you have questions or would like opinions on anything specific.

[isbus]

So I’m back…

But this time, I have a tutorial!

Do you have a 3DS?

(If you say yes to that, then we’re cooking).

Do you want to draw something similar if not better than…

THIS?!

Then boy I have a tutorial for you!

Since this was drawn on a 3DS, I can’t really tell you anymore than for a 3DS. Sorry..

Step One: Prep!

Grab your 3DS and go to “Nintendo 3DS Camera”! Or whatever it might be called if you have a “New” one.

Optional: If you want you can take a picture within the game- if it’s capable of doing so.

For me I’m gonna use a screenshot from Miitopia.

Step 2: Background!

Part 1: Plain Backgrounds

If you want something like the following image, follow this part’s instructions.

Take a random full screen sized image. Any image will work as long as it fits the screen perfectly. (Take a screenshot from a game such as Tomodachi Life or Miitopia).

Tap the image so that it says graffiti.

Then use a stamp, such as the dialogue bubble.

Hold the stamp and make sure it fills the corners.

Then you have a plain white background! This one you can press finish,but the other method you can’t.

Here’s a quick video tutorial, because I don’t think I phrased it right!

(I took it on my phone, that’s how easy it is).

Part 2: Backgrounds that aren’t pure white!

If you want to make the starting image (but your own), then follow these steps!

(Once again, I’m using Miitopia screenshots for an example).

Once again, GRAFFITI!

Instead of using a stamp, you might have to just color it yourself. Mainly because the stamp method is harder for backgrounds like the first one.

COLOR THE BACKGROUND, BUT DON’T DRAW ANYTHING ELSE. (Unless you just want to draw a background). Trust me, it’s easier.

Boom! Plain background ready for sketching.

Don’t press finish cause it can decrease the quality with enough graffitiing and finishing.

Step 3: Draw the Base!

You gotta draw that body-ody-ody!

Just draw a bust or whatever is easier for you. “Omg IsBus you have to have drawing skills?!” Yeah I know. How could I?

I’m gonna draw the bust up because it’s easier for me.

(Don’t look at me like that.)

For the plain BG ones, just do the same thing for the rest of the steps but for your screen.

Since the background hasn’t been saved, don’t use the eraser because it will remove the white BG. Unless you are using the first background method, that is. (Use the white pencil.)

Step 4: Draw the character / Coloring Page Step!

On the plain BG you can draw what ever but for me and my Miitopia character, I’m gonna draw him. If you did the color-only-a-part-of-the-drawing method (like I’m doing), you can do whatever still.

Think of the white area as a green screen; you can draw whatever you want on it.

This phase is like the pencil part of a physical drawing. White out the base as you get to parts you want over it (for example: hair or clothes).

Bam! Coloring page!

Part 5: Coloring!

Remember when I called it a coloring page? This is why.

Color the drawing how you see fit!

If you’re using the all white bg, then you might have to use the stickers or the rainbow pencil. I recommend the stickers if you want to shade/shine, but if you want more options, use the rainbow brush.

If you’re basically doing what I’m doing, you can use the colors from the image to color your character!

Once you’re done coloring the image, remember to ink the lines again! Use a medium brush for coloring but a thin brush for inking the lines.

Part 6: Final Details!

For people who want any additional details, or need to clean up edges.

If you did the plain bg you can decorate and clean up as much as you need!

If you’re doing what I’m doing, you can clean up the edges of the white spot and add additional details.

And Voila! You did it!

If you have a 3DS and followed my tutorial, show me what you did! I wanna see it!

Have a good day/night! And thank you for reading!

~IsBus

[worldsentwined]

Drabble challenge, Cemeteries of Amalo, either 33 or 61! (love, celebros)

(Omg, how did you know that sending me a Tumblr prompt is THE way to get me to write for a new fandom? Works every time, even though the words got away from me and this is far too long to be considered a drabble. Anyway, have some Thara and Iäna shenanigans. Prompt list here).

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

"We beg your pardon?"

Oh, damn. "I ought to beg yours," I said, tearing my eyes away from the disaster on my office floor to fix them on the far more pleasant sight of Thara Celehar. "Cursing at a prelate. What must you think of my filthy mouth?"

From the blush climbing to the tips of his ears, I imagined his thoughts strayed in the same direction mine did. Filthy mouth indeed, Iäna, I could almost hear him say, 'tis thy mind that needs cleaning. I'd startled him into formality, though, and would have to work for the privilege of intimacies, spoken or otherwise.

"I thought you were Thoramis," I explained. "He left to fetch tea, but in truth I think he wished to distance himself from...all of this." I offered a sweeping gesture to encompass all of it: the scattered papers, the ink spots on my favorite shirt, my snappish mood. I had perhaps shouted a bit more than was reasonable when the incident occurred, and did not blame anyone for wishing to stay away.

Thara stepped closer. "What happened? Did inspiration strike?" I supposed the chaos in front of me could look like the throes of creative genius, if one looked at it from a certain angle. Sheets of paper covered in writing fanned out from where I knelt. I'd gathered them into loose piles, but the process of sorting them out had only made the mess more pronounced.

I sighed. "Something more sinister, I'm afraid. The window was not as firmly latched as I could have wished, and now a breeze has made a shambles of my new opera."

“Oh dear.” He surveyed the scene anew. “I don’t suppose you numbered the pages?”

“Nothing so convenient.” I hadn’t even made a clean copy yet.

“And your pen lacked the decency to leave a distinctive blot behind.” He picked his way through the farthest-flung pages, occasionally pausing to pick one up, and lowered himself to the floor across from me. “We’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way.”

“We?” Now I was the one surprised, and warmed by a kinder emotion than my previous anger. “Thank thee, Thara, truly, but,” I hesitated, seeing his color rise again. I’d dropped into the intimate form of speech without meaning to; so much for my delicate dance around his feelings. “But canst not read music, canst thou? And know’st not what order the story goes in.” 

Undeterred, Thara spread his handful of pages in a clear space. “Then you’ll have to tell me about it as we go, and check the musical notation yourself. Now,” he held a page out to me, “who is this ‘Tamoro’ and why is her heart ‘broken beyond mending’?”

And so I found myself spending the evening on the floor of my office, regaling Thara with the tale of a doomed love affair between a noblewoman and her father’s bodyguard while the two of us attempted to piece my opera back together. He gave the task the same attention and care he showed in his witnessing: insightful questions, delicate hands smoothing a creased corner. I found my own attention wandering more than once, watching him. Even so, what had seemed an insurmountable task gradually shaped itself into a manageable one. 

“Thou’rt a wonder,” I told him, as he set the last page of Act Two in place. 

“Me?” Thara shook his head. “I’m not the one who wrote an opera!”

“No, but shouldst give thyself credit for saving one. Or at least its composer’s composure.” Oh, that was a good line. I made a note to save it for a future opera, then returned to the matter at hand. “Truly, Thara. Allow me to thank thee for all thy help. Art hungry?” The hour had grown late, but the Torivontaram would still be open. Or any number of places; it mattered not where we went, only that I not let this time with my prickly prelate pass sooner than it must. 

Presumest much, Iäna. Canst lay no claim to him, however much thou desirest. This time it  was my own good sense talking.

Unaware of my selfish wishes, Thara considered. “I…could eat,” he ventured, “but you don’t have to—”

��I want to,” I said, impulsively reaching across the space between us to lay a hand on top of his. He froze, and I did too; my large hand over his smaller one, resting on the stack of paper that represented our evening’s work. There was something poetic in that, but I lacked the presence of mind to put words to it. “Please,” I whispered, “Thou didst not have to help me either, but didst anyway. At least let me feed thee.” Even if that is all thou wilt allow me to do for thee, when thou deservest everything. I left those words unspoken, but he must have read some of them anyway. As I waited for his answer, his ears turned pink, gaze still locked on our hands.

“All right,” he said at last, voice so low I almost missed it. “Take me to dinner. After telling me an entire opera, you must be hungry and thirsty as well.” He slid his hand from under mine and stood, then reached out to help me to my feet. “And…Iäna?”

“Yes?” He hadn’t let go of my hands. I wasn’t going to let go either, though I surely should.

The smallest of smiles played over his lips. “Needst not beg my pardon for thy filthy mouth. I’m rather fond of it.” 

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 320: Deku vs. Class 1-A

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Kacchan was all “fuck Deku and fuck his stupid goodbye letters, I need to speak to somebody in charge.” Endeavor was all “hello, I am Somebody In Charge.” Kacchan was all “listen up asshole, you need to let us go out and collect our wayward nerd because you stupidly left him alone with All Might and that’s a fast track to disaster right there.” Endeavor was all, “[self-incriminating silence].” Rat Principal was all, “okay sure, have fun kids.” Back in the present, class 1-A was all “hi Deku” and Deku was all “I’M FINE!!!!!” and Kacchan was all “THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT YOU’D SAY YOU DUMB FUCKING NERD” and so the kids all got ready to fight, because OF COURSE they’re gonna fight. Sorry guys, but yeah it’s happening.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan is all “what’s up Deku you look like a possessed Rorschach test, so anyway how are the new quirks coming along.” Deku is all “they’re coming along like THIS” and uses Smokescreen to try and get away. Kacchan is all “PHASE ONE COMMENCE”, and Kouda, Sero, Jirou, and Ojiro leap into the fray to shower Deku with heaps of love and violence, because this is a shounen manga and kicking someone’s ass while simultaneously proclaiming your undying admiration for them is just how it’s done in these parts. The KoudaSeroOJirou squad then passes the baton to Satou, Momo, Tokoyami, Kaminari, and Shouji, who are all “fuck this mask” and do a bunch of stuff to tear Deku’s mask off because they’re the real heroes. Shouto is all “LOOK AT THE LITTLE CRYBABY, THAT’S RIGHT, GO AHEAD AND FUCKING CRY and by the way let us share your burden please,” and once again I swear this is all very deeply moving and touching within the actual context. The chapter ends with Tsuyu being all “look at me. I’m the cliffhanger now,” and damn.

lol what

I don’t think anyone was expecting that. I mean, not that I’ve got anything against Tsuyu or anything. anyways it’s a very nice cover and I love the colors and I hope this means Tsuyu’s gonna do something badass

also, “Deku vs Class A” -- pretty much the expected title, but it’s still got me hyped nonetheless fuck yeah let’s go

IIDA ANGST

Iida Tenya really said “fuck the uniform code, we’re leaving the helmet at home today.” sorry kids, prim and proper C-3PO Comic Relief Iida has left the building. can I interest you in some Serious Iida

meanwhile Kacchan is all “sup Deku, I heard you got a few more quirks, and might I just add that you look like the Snyder Cut of Detective Pikachu”

“you look like a tarred and feathered squid” okay easy there Kacchan. I mean it’s all true of course, but still

“thank you all for coming” OH EXCUSE ME SON, WERE YOU PLANNING ON GOING SOMEWHERE. LET’S JUST SEE HOW THAT PLAYS OUT

yep and there’s Smokescreen, right on cue

okay Horikoshi, I leave it in your hands. hopefully you can come up with some more interesting combos than my dumbass predictions lol

LOL THIS ISN’T A COMBO AT ALL

“explosions solve everything” -- Horikoshi Kouhei, 2021. something something shockwave, something something handwave ta-da no more smoke. lol okay then

oh, ouch

he would know, wouldn’t he. nice application of one of your many hard-earned life lessons, Kacchan

by the way you guys, just as an experiment, I’m going to try to anticipate some of the discourse this week in the hopes of preemptively addressing it and thus saving myself some time later on lol. so here’s our first test run!

ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “oh my god what a fucking hypocrite can you believe this fucking guy”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: it’s precisely because Kacchan has been in this exact situation himself that he’s able to recognize his past self in Deku now and call him out on it. just because it took him sixteen years to get it through his head that he can’t accomplish every single thing completely by himself doesn’t mean Deku has to go down that same path. so yeah, maybe it is a bit hypocritical, but if you insist that the only people qualified to call out stupid shit are people who have never done a single stupid thing in their own lives, then what you’re basically saying is that absolutely no one on earth is qualified lol. so yeah, I’d have to disagree

and one last unrelated note, I’m willing to bet the whole “you didn’t even say a word before you ran off” thing is possibly the first thing Kacchan’s said in this whole encounter that actually does stem from genuine hurt rather than his tough-love-harsh-truths strategy. I’M TAKING NOTES HERE HORIKOSHI. at this rate it’ll take twice as many chapters as DvK2 for them to hash out all the stuff between them, geez

anyway so I gotta say, so far Deku vs. Class A is looking an awful lot like a DvK3 wearing a hat, trenchcoat, and sunglasses lol

OH SHIT I TAKE IT BACK??

FUCK YEAH, YOU GO KOUDA. and I guess he ditched his mask as well! excellent

so far the strategy here seems to be “Kacchan says all the mean tough love shit while the rest of 1-A balances it out with warmth and kindness”, which actually works pretty well imo. Deku is one of those people that doesn’t usually need a Kacchan Translator anyway, but just in case, this is very efficient

mm but of course Deku is slingshotting himself away with Blackwhip. all right then, who’s up next!

FUCK YEAH

okay but seriously you guys, what is going on with Sero’s face in these last couple of chapters though, it’s really starting to unnerve me. is he trying to emulate Kacchan’s whole asymmetrical facial expressions thing?

in fact let me just quickly hit pause here because,

ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “SERO IS TOGA??!”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: no

oh snap looks like Jirou’s getting in on the action too!

poor Jirou probably spent days racking her brain trying to think of something she could bond with Deku over. is Horikoshi doing these in reverse order of the kids who have had the most interaction with him? that would explain why poor Kouda didn’t get a flashback lol

omg. well that answers that

so by my count, Satou and Hagakure are the only ones remaining in this first tier of kids who Still Appreciate Midoriya even though they’ve barely ever spoken two words to him in their lives lol. so they’ll probably be next, and then we’ll get to the next tier of kids who are pretty good friends with him but not quite besties. and then we’ll move on to the IidaRokiRaka trio, and then lastly, to the boy who is in a tier all his own

BUT FIRST, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR

and by “sponsor” I mean the Dekuangst. just in case that wasn’t clear. indeed, many thanks to the Dekuangst for making this all possible

(ETA: okay so this whole “take me away” line seemed pretty weird to me, and sure enough it’s yet another one of those cases where only the verb is specified, and the object is left to the reader’s interpretation. so even though the translation says “take me away”, I’m pretty sure that what Deku’s actually saying is “take you away” -- as in, his loved ones will be taken away by AFO.

and that is literally the way he phrases it, though -- the verb used is “奪う” (ubau), meaning “to snatch away; to dispossess; to steal.” which, god, that hurts my whole goddamn heart though, because for him to say it like that?? not “AFO will kill you”, but “AFO will take you away from me.” he can’t have nice things anymore because of AFO. he can’t be around the people he loves because AFO will hurt them. he can’t have happiness because AFO will take it away from him. anyway so where the fuck is AFO right now, motherfucker I just want to talk.)

by the way can Ojiro just extend his tail to whatever fucking length he wants or what because it’s like twelve feet long in this panel lol

WOOO FUCK YEAH TOKOYAMI

YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!! BUT WHERE’S YOUR FLASHBACK? YOU’VE HAD A BUNCH OF INTERACTIONS WITH HIM, THAT’S NOT FAIR

okay so now Satou’s stepping in which is back to my anticipated order, so maybe Toko will finish his little moment afterward

dskfjfkk

“REMEMBER THAT TIME DEKU BORROWED SATOU’S FOOD COLORING” Horikoshi says, sweating. “AND REMEMBER THAT TIME HE, UM, SMILED IN HAGAKURE’S GENERAL DIRECTION”

actually I am curious about what Hagakure’s part will be because, you know, the whole traitor thing lol

(ETA: funny how we just skipped right over it huh. can we get a traitor reveal countdown started here? definitely getting close to that time.)

whoa lol wtf

MOMO??? THIS HAS MOMO WRITTEN ALL OVER IT DAMMIT

-- SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK

“SORRY MIDORIYA-SAN, I LEFT MY FUCKING CHILL AT HOME IN THE LOCKER NEXT TO IIDA’S HELMET” holy shit lmao

and here I thought she’d get a flashback to her time on the Baku Rescue Squad or something. but nope, no flashbacks from Momo, only terrifying sci-fi torture devices

poor Dark Shadow is such a trooper omg

“why am I the only one who has to make prolonged contact with his smelly disgusting self” taking one for the team there DS

FUCK YEAH KAMINARI NO JUTSU

THE PRICKLY BASTARD WHISPERER STRIKES AGAIN!! don’t suppose you brought any clean clothes you could sneakily force him into huh Kami

okay here we go, so now Shouji and Tokoyami are joining forces

um excuse me this is fucking awesome

wonder how he’ll break free? don’t think he’ll reveal Fa Jin until the end of the chapter, so maybe Air Force or something? idk

TOKO GETS AN EXTENDED MOMENT BECAUSE HE IS A TIER TWO PATREON REWARD LEVEL FRIEND YAY

WHY IS MOMO MAKING THIS FACE LOL YOUR THING WAS WAY WORSE

and Shouji just casually hitting him with what is easily the best comment from anyone yet. too bad Deku’s just gonna ignore it. you deserve better Shouji

KAMINARI OMFG

it only just occurred to me that Kami is currently trapped inside Dark Shadow right along with him lmao omg. realest one in the entirety of BnHA, right here. we will never forget your sacrifice

aaaaaaand Deku’s yeeting himself

do you really hate the thought of taking a bath that much my dude

oh shit the mask!!

-- oh shit the feels

o(TヘTo)

fuck. and I mean, we knew he was crying, that was a done deal. but still, to see him in this much pain is just...

and the acknowledgement that he knows they’re worried about him, but that it doesn’t change his mind one bit. this, right here, is why they have to be a bit harsh with him, you guys. because they’re up against the full, unbridled stubbornness of Midoriya fucking Izuku, and if they don’t match that stubbornness with an equal stubbornness of their own, they basically don’t stand a chance

(ETA: quick note that there is apparently another mistranslation here -- rather than saying that his friends are oblivious to the danger, what Deku is actually saying is that none of his friends have activated his Danger Sense once throughout this entire fight. which I had been wondering about, and it turns out Horikoshi actually confirmed it. so basically none of the kids bears any ill intent toward him, and there’s literal proof right there.

incidentally, as @class1akids​ pointed out, this also casts an interesting light on this chapter in terms of who hasn’t fought Deku yet. not to play the Hagakure Traitor Music for the billionth time you guys, but I’M JUST SAYING lol.)

anyway, but the good news is that they all seem to understand that. and the even better news is that we have reached the tier 3 friends!!

“OR ELSE” lol, great to see Shouto wielding his friendship just as aggressively as Deku once did towards him. I do love a good role reversal

p.s., ANTICIPATED DISCOURSE: “why is Shouto being so cruel to Deku can’t he see how hard this is on him”

PREEMPTIVE REBUTTAL: this is a callback to the classic “even heroes cry when they have to” Shouto line from chapter 137. Shouto is clearly following Kacchan’s lead here and going for the more ruthless approach, knowing that the gentle approach isn’t getting through to him (if anything it’s only making him more stubborn as we saw on the previous page). basically it’s his way of pointing out that even heroes are still only human, and so is Deku last time he checked

ah okay, and there Tsuyu is at last

okay real talk, I get why Tsuyu is included in the tier 3 friends, because she was one of the first people to team up with Deku going all the way back to USJ. but that said, this probably would have had more impact if their most recent interaction hadn’t been like 150 chapters ago

but anyway though it’s still a good speech. maybe not quite a cliffhanger-level speech, but a good speech nonetheless. in a way though, I’m glad to see that Horikoshi seemingly didn’t give a fuck whether he ended this on an actual cliffhanger or not for once

and that “headed toward the climax” part has me excited too, ngl. because if we really are getting to the so-called climax this soon, that makes me even more certain that there is indeed a DvK3 in the forecast. so I presume that next week (or I guess two weeks from now) will be the tier 3s along with the remaining tier 2s like Kirishima and Aoyama

and then after that, well... [orange and green banners being hoisted] [sound of screeching airhorns and vuvuzelas in the distance] [sound of All Might approaching in his car which I didn’t notice until I looked back at this page a second time whoops] THE PROPHECY WILL NOT BE DENIED

[excitedlysuffering]

OMGOMGOMG possibly Kakashi head-cannon collection? He is the love of my life (lmao don’t tell my bf that)

Your secrets safe with me he’s my love too😂

Kakashi Headcanons Collection

What He Looks For In A S/O~

• A reader, they don’t have to read Icha Icha (bonus points if you did) but someone who appreciates a good book

• Someone laid back and not very high maintenance

• I see him wanting a shinobi S/O cause he needs them to be to take care of themselves or he’ll worry too much

• he’ll worry anyways

• Someone who understands his pain and won’t shy away from him when he’s going through a rough patch

• Someone who is good with words, like say something sweet and he’s metlinggg

• A person with considerate personality traits

• He would like an S/O who’s willing to try new things and adventures

• Someone who would take things slowly

• Someone who could honestly make him laugh

• He’s DadKashi he’s going to want someone good with kids

• To be frank, he would probably want a relatively stable S/O so that in his mind there’s no chance of them ending up like his father

• He wants companionship so someone who’s not distant and who wouldn’t mind him being around all the time

• I really can’t see him with a tsundere S/O, he needs to see that his partner loves him as much as he loves them

Relationship With Kashi Stuff~

• Please do domestic stuff (Sending him off to work with a kiss, a note in his lunchbox, kissing him when he gets home) he will be near tears every time

• TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK™ (whether it’s kicking butt, making dinner, or teaching (raising) Team 7)

• You probably won’t notice moving in with each other until you look up like ‘holy crap I haven’t been to my apartment in like 2 weeks?’

• Read with him or read to him, and you will have his HEART

• He’s not clingy per se, but he loves to be in your presence whenever he can

• Will take you out on dates once a week EVERY WEEK (Sorry Tsunade-sama, I have a date then, but I’ll leave right after?)

• Dating Kakashi means you’re now honorary rivals with Gai (who knows Kashi better, who can make him laugh most etc.)

• Pick up line wars 24/7, the loser has to do the other’s chores Kakashi wins

• Okay, but Kakashi never had a childhood, so make a list of everything he never got to do and you slowly complete them together

• He’s such a sweetheart like, surprise, he’s so sensitive

• Get’s so flustered seeing you in his clothes, he temporarily shuts down

• He’s given up trying to take back his mask whenever you’re wearing it

• Okay, we all know this silver-haired hottie is suave, but he is SMOOTH, he will 100% find ways to have you blush whenever possible, he is the CEO of leaving you hot and bothered

• Made you your own area in the Hokage office as a hint that he needed your company

• Has never forgotten an important date (he uses his Sharingan on the calendar)

• He’s fought demons and other crazy villains, but will still be terrified of you on your period (he’s brave tho he’ll just bring a lot of peace offerings)

• He heard you refer to him as DadKashi in front of Team 7 and/or your friends and just about loses his mind

• When you first see his face without his mask you’re probably pissed cuz WHY would he hide that beauty from the world?! it’s for the greater good hun

How To Lose/Annoy Him~

• Being insensitive/ignorant about things like loss or mental illness

• Constantly distracting him from his duties or hobbies

• Being rude or uncompassionate

• Being willing to abandon people or being self-centered you SCUM

• He always makes time for you, so he’d be a bit bothered if they didn’t put forth any effort to spend time with him

• Little pranks are harmless, but things that make him scared for your wellbeing or stealing his mask are big fat NO

• Being reckless just because, being a shinobi is already dangerous with would you play with death like that??

• Being lazy, Kakashi at his core is really something of a go-go-go person, he doesn’t want to just do anything all the time

Soft Kakashi Things~

• Kakashi is such a softie omg

• He likes to fall asleep last just so he can tell you how much he loves you and you saved him while you’re asleep

• If you’re having a bad day, he’ll drop everything (if possible) to hold you and be there for you in every way you need

• Definitely has Sai draw a small pic of you so he can carry it around and/or put in the Hokage office

• Mission dates are a thing like imagine flirting with Kakashi while destroying your opponents (so romantic)

• He’s big on practical gifts. If he notices you’re running low on shuriken? Expect a box of them from him

• He’ll read a particular *wild* Icha Icha quote to you just to make you flustered (bonus points for him if you’re in public)

• His students question you all the time like how did you end up with their lonely, pervy sensei?

• Will sweep you off your feet for no reason other than he likes to hold you and carry you

Random Kashi Facts~

• Kakashi’s love language is words of affirmation like he craves hearing that you love him and the like

• He hums and sings around the house or whenever he’s bored or preoccupied

• After having eating fish out of necessity day after day he prefers not eating it if possible

• He will often fall asleep a good while after he actually lays down because he enjoys debriefing himself of everything that happened during the day

• Actually sleeps really deep when he’s next to you, otherwise, the smallest sound can wake him up

• He likes to put notes or letters from you in his Icha Icha books so he can read them whenever and no one will peak cuz ew, Icha Icha

• In all honesty, Gai is a common factor in why he’s so late everywhere, but it’s mostly him walking around and taking in the sights like a nostalgic old man

• In the episode where Sakura and Naruto transformed into kids and called Kashi and old man, giving him an identity crisis is actually common. His hair color and the fact that you can’t see his face make some kids think he’s old

• Sometimes when he can’t sleep he’ll find a random tree and fall asleep in it (he’s a strange one)

• He lost his newest Icha Icha book when he was Hokage and very nearly (thanks to Shikamaru) called a citywide search party

Little Things~

Favorite:

• Place to kiss- Your temple, it feels really intimate to him and he’s so tall it’s an easy place for him

• Way to hug- Kakashi loves those giant bear hugs where he just envelopes you like you’re basically one with him now

•’Thing to do with you- He really loves reading with you, whether it’s the same book, or you’re just both sitting next to each other reading

• Type of date- Although your most common date is a mission date (lol), his favorite is being able to take you to a nice restaurant and then on a walk around the city

This or That:

• He’s a winter person actually, he loves being cuddled up with you and blankets, and the abundance of hot drinks

• He’s a morning person because he’s been waking up early since he was a child, and doesn’t really know how to enjoy sleeping anymore (but if that wasn’t the case he’d be a night owl)

• Loves both cooking for you and being cooked for he puts Bobby Flay to shame honestly

• He spends all his time reading obviously and if his S/O is a writer or he’ll be soooo excited and will read everything they put out

Conflict Happenings~

• He knows disagreements are a normal part of relationships (in moderation of course) so if there was a real problem, he wouldn’t shy away from it

• He won’t raise his voice or take a tone with you, he doesn’t feel the need to, but he will definitely get his point across

• To his fault, he might throw in a slight or cutting remark here and there but he will regret it the second your expression changes

• He’s a real go with the flow kind of guy so if he realizes that something is his fault, he will correct it ASAP

• If he notices you’re getting really worked up, he’ll just hug you until you calm down and can speak coherently but at that point it’s like ‘what was I mad about??’

• If his S/O is headstrong it’ll probably bring that side out in him, even if temporarily

• If it’s a minor disagreement he’ll probably say something funny to diffuse the situation

• He would rather die than argue in public, to him it’s a private thing and he hates causing a scene

Modern Kashi~

• I can see him as more of a club/extracurricular activities leader than a teacher

• He’s really close to those kids in his group and probably sheds a few proud DadKashi tears at their graduation

• That one fine teacher that all the students are thirsting over

• If not a teacher he’d probably be an elite CIA agent or a higher ranking FBI officer

• He has so many dogs like he sees a stray and how could he possibly give them up??

• He’d probably walk around Playboy Magazines just cause he can

• At one point he dyed his hair black cause he thought it’d look more ‘normal’ but he HATED it

• He likes plants but he’s so bad at taking care of them?? He can remember all of his dogs’ names and their food preferences but can’t remember to water a plant

• His house is so clean he’s been doing all his household chores since he was a child

• He definitely met Gai in elementary school and they never parted, even going on to become college roommates never again

• Gai probably barges in Kakashi’s classroom so often he’s most likely considered the co-leader/teacher

• Kakashi has definitely gotten drunk on school nights before but he’s such an in-control drunk no one ever noticed

• Kakashi was my first Naruto love and my first husband. BACK OFF

Masterlist

[rikorene]

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 || miya atsumu x reader

genre: fluff (omg anotha fluffy one)

note: i am genuinely in love with the sangwoo lookin ass bitch. 

MASTERLIST || PROMP LIST || RULES

It was a cool spring day, the sky was painted blue with a few clouds in sight, the sun was beaming down on the whole region. You were sipping on a cold glass of your favorite drink as you hung out with two of your best friends. The tall white haired man with black roots was talking about the cute girl that he saw as he walked towards your very own meeting place. It was a small and quiet café that was underrated in your opinion, but you liked the silence preferring it over the much more popular café which was a few blocks away. On his right there sat a much smaller body with bright orange hair that could rival the colors of a tangerine. You truly enjoyed their company as you have known them from your lover, one of the infamous Miya twins, Atsumu.

“Oh! Speaking of girls…” Bokuto trailed off and placed his gaze onto you as he propped his arms on the table as he gave you a wide grin. Hinata was staring at Bokuto intensely as he was sipping on a coke float, he of course couldn’t talk with the straw in his mouth, so he just listened to Bokuto’s rambling.

You raised an eyebrow at him as you placed your jaw on your palm, raising the other arm to sip on your drink.

“[nameeeee] how are you and Atsumu?~” He teasingly said making you slightly choke on your own drink as you stared at him with a baffled expression.

“It’s going great, why?” you replied, your curiosity peaking and wondering why the two was so interested in knowing about your relationship with Atsumu.

“Atsumu never tells us stories about your adventures together!” Bokuto whined, grabbing both of your hands and held them as he pouted. Hinata eagerly nodded in agreement, wanting to know about you and Atsumu. They both saw you as a sister figure and wanted to know if Atsumu was treating you right as they knew how blunt and straightforward, he can be. You were a bit flustered at their eagerness to know more about your relationship with Atsumu but stuttered out a quick “Sure.” Nonetheless.

“Uhm… so where should I start?” you asked as Bokuto let go of your hands and placed a hand on his chin, closing his eyes as he made a hum sound.

“How would you describe Atsumu in a few words?”

You paused for a second and asked yourself. How would I describe Atsumu in a few words?

Then flashes of your memories with him together came gushing back to you, the sense of nostalgia softening your heart as your gaze travelled down and saw the golden ring on your pointer finger. A ring with a small diamond on the center with small cursive writing on the inside of the ring, “I got you.” A seemingly normal phrase, but that phrase gave you all the assurance that you needed. Your other hand fiddled with the ring on your finger as you thought of the words that would describe Atsumu.

“Well, I have a few words to describe him…” you trailed off.

You thought of how the two of you met at a volleyball game, when you were a competitor for nationals as well. How he saved you from falling down a flight of stairs when you were bumped by some person who was carelessly goofing off with his friends, the way he grabbed your arm and pulling you back on your feet, it was warm. His whole body radiated warmth on that cold winter day at Nationals. You remembered how he would flawlessly set his ball towards his teammates direction as if he was the embodiment of perfection itself, and remembered how he was interacting with his twin Osamu as the match was going on, constantly yelling at him with this ridiculous expression. And then after the match, he introduced himself once more to you.

“Hi, I’m Miya Atsumu. The better twin.”

“He can set the ball flawlessly with grace. But he can’t cook for his life.”

You giggled at the memory of waking up one morning seeing how Atsumu tried to put out the fire in your kitchen, claiming that he wanted to make pancakes for you. He was so stressed out at that point in time and apologized to you, taking you out for brunch instead after cleaning the entire kitchen which Atsumu nearly destroyed.

“He makes this cheesy but smooth pick up lines to rile me up sometimes.”

And it was true, Miya Atsumu would shamelessly flirt with you by saying cheesy pick-up lines even after you two were officially dating, he would say them with ease with a smirk and a mocking grin on his features as he say out the words that he read from the internet the night before.

“But he gets easily flustered when I say a smartass remark back.”

You remembered how his cheeks and sometimes his entire face would go red when you reciprocate his flirting. It was a magnificent sight to see that smug face go flustered after saying just a few words that you know would affect him in a good way. He would stutter out a response but would fail miserably, claiming how Osamu was a bad influence for you.

“You changed… ever since you hung out with that idiot you become sassier and sassier”

“Not my fault that I have more power over you.”

“BABY!”

But then your expression became solemn, still fiddling with the ring on your finger.

“But sometimes he would be rude.”

You remembered the fights you had, how he would say words that he doesn’t mean but it stung your heart a bit. You knew that he was just caught up at the heat of the moment, but it would slightly make your heart throb in pain.

“But he was kind.”

After the words and all the things you both would say, you both would always find comfort in each others arms, muttering apologies as you would bury your face in his chest. It was a mutual comforting feeling that the two of you enjoyed, he would always try to make it up to you and he would make everything better.

“He often had cold hands, but he had the warmest smile that I have ever seen.”

It was a weird combination, even if his hands were as cold as his glare to other people, his smile would make up for it. The smile that you unexpectedly fall for years ago when the two of you locked your eyes together for the first time. You loved that about him, it was a weird combination, but you liked it.

“Loving, lovable, passionate… he’s very lovely…”

Despite his childish and goofy attitude, he was someone that you could lean onto. A funny person that has respect for you and your bounds. A partner for life, he was someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with no matter what the hardships you both had to go through. You wanted to stay by his side and support him for whatever decision he made, love him unconditionally and care for him endlessly. He was a needy man, often clinging onto you behind closed doors, but in public he would radiate authority, thinking that everyone was out to steal you away from him. But even if he was overprotective of you, he never did anything to make you feel less of a person, he never chained you down nor did he want to.

He was someone that was worth all the heartbreaks.

“But if I had one word to describe Atsumu to me…” you lifted your gaze up to meet with Bokuto’s eyes with a soft smile on your features.

“He’s my home.”

“Awww… That’s real flattering baby!” you turned your head around to see Atsumu at the door, holding your favorite flower in one hand as his cheeks were slightly dusted with red. You were flustered yourself, you stood up from your seat and rushed to greet him with a hug in which he returned and kissed your forehead laughing with you.

“Well if you two idiots are done talking, then I’m taking my doll with me! Byeee!” Atsumu said referring to Hinata and Bokuto who were just sitting there surprised and practically ran out of the store with you, he was holding onto your hand as he run laughing, hearing Bokuto’s yell from the café. You laughed at his crazy antics.

No matter where you would go, if you were with Atsumu.

You were at home.

[angelic-kisses13]

Sunstone

Authors Note: A little drabble that took me forevvveeerrrrr write. Omg! But I finally finished it!

Warnings: None. FLUFF

He was nervous, sweaty palms, and gut-churning nervous. His forehead had beads of sweat at the temples and he wondered, not for the hundredth time, if the flowers were a good enough present. Maybe he should just give up the ruse and tell her it’s him. What’s the worst thing that could happen? 

Clark shook his head as he placed the flowers down on her desk, looking around him as if he was going to get caught. He laughed to himself as he remembered that he was the only one left. He had volunteered to stay behind to make sure that the bug story got to print the next day. No-one ever complained so it became part of his routine. Until she became part of the staff, Clark could remember seeing her for the first time and how hard his heart thumped. He distinctly remembered that his cheeks had flushed and he had knocked over his coffee cup in his haste to shake her hand when the two were introduced. She had giggled as she bent down to help him clean up the mess. He had managed to catch a whiff of her perfume and a quick peek at her breasts as her shirt fell open slightly. 

He swallowed thickly at the memory before gently placing the flower down, he had typed a quick poem from the old typewriters in the basement of the Daily Planet. He didn’t want her to accidentally see the file on his computer one day and figure out. He needed to be the one to share the news. He had been so intent on not getting caught that he hadn’t caught the footsteps coming towards him until it was too late. 

“Clark?” He felt his body tense, shoulders tightening up, jaw locking, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. 

Of all the people it had to be her, why couldn’t fate be kinder? 

“What are you doing here?” Her words were laced with concern and she stepped towards him, her hand raising to rest on his forehead. 

“You’re flushed, are you okay? Do you need me to call someone for you? Or even a taxi? I can probably take you home if you prefer. I know I wouldn’t want to take a taxi this late at night. Lord knows what those backseats have seen today.” He felt his lips pull up into a smile at her rambling, her hands moving back and forth with each word. She was so precious and she had no idea. 

“I’m alright, what are you doing here? I thought you left hours ago.” She bit her bottom lip, her hands falling down to rest in front of her stomach, fingers tangling together and picking at the skin. She was either nervous or embarrassed, perhaps both. 

“I accidentally, left my new story here, I thought I had saved it to my email but I didn’t. I wanted to get it finished so the Chief could review it tomorrow. I’m hoping it makes the front page.” The gleam that entered her eye made his breath catch. This woman was going to be the death of him. Before he could distract her with another question her eyes fell from his to her desk, and he felt his world tilt. Her body went stiff and her eyes widened, he watched as her head jerked up and her eyes darted around the office. 

“Clark, did you see who left the flower here?” He was so relieved that she hadn’t put two and two together that his knees buckled and he had to slam his hands down onto the back of the desk chair to steady himself. 

Her eyes fell on him, concern coloring her features. 

“Clark, maybe you should go home, you can barely stand up.” 

“I...um yeah…okay.” Her lips stretched into a grin before she turned from him, her fingers closing around the stem of the flower. 

“Clark, how do you think these are made?” He stood there for a few seconds, his mind trying to come up with the right answer. 

“I’m not sure, actually, it looks like crystal though. Maybe glassblowing?” She hummed to herself, lost in her thoughts. 

“It’s pretty though, suits you.” A serene smile touched her lips and he felt his chest tighten. 

“Did you see a poem? There’s always a poem, it's my favorite part.” Her words were hushed, almost reverent with her confession. Clark felt his cheeks hurt at the bashful grin that he shot her. 

“I believe it's here?” Clark said as he pointed to the little stock card, the poem he had spent hours on peeking out from under her flash drive. An excited glint entered her eyes as she snatched the poem up, her eyes greedily reading every letter. Her lips moved as she mouthed the words aloud, it was one of his favorite things about her. 

“What’s it say?” His words were hushed, not wanting to disturb her, but still needing to know what she thought of it. 

“Camellias

Softly Delicate

Cherishing, Hoping, Fulfilling

My Destiny is Yours

Fate.”  

Her voice was soft as she read the last line, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Clark’s heart ached when she looked up at him, her eyes glimmering in the light. 

“Sorry. I shouldn’t be this choked up over a poem.” She wiped her hands over her eyes, embarrassment coloring her voice. 

“It’s quite alright, I’d probably react the same.” A laugh bubbled past her lips as you cradled the crystal Camellia to her chest. 

“Give me a few minutes and we can get a taxi, yeah?” He nodded, his voice caught in his throat at the thought of spending more time with her. She set the flower down on the desk, before rifling through a drawer and producing a little push pin. He cocked his head, as she picked up the poem and pinned it to her desk cork board. 

That was when he noticed all the other poems he had written her, decorating her little space. Pride swelled within him, his chest puffing up. His girl was surrounding herself with his words and love and thoughts. She was creating a safe place with him as her beacon. 

“Okay, I’m ready.” She gathered all she needed and placed them into her bag, before holding her arm out to him. He blinked down at her gesture before shaking his head. He grabbed the few folders from her arms, so she could hold the flower, this time he held his arm out for her to take. The two of them made their way out of the building, he raised his hand, trying to flag a taxi down. Several taxi’s sped past, splashing water up onto the concrete and dirtying his pant legs. 

He didn’t mind though, he had the girl of his dreams behind him, he was finally going to be able to get to know her. Not from overhearing their coworkers talk about her, but by her willingly sharing with him. It made his head spin and his hands shake at the excitement. Finally, a taxi pulled over and they clambered in, Clark nearly dropping the files on the taxi’s floor. She giggled at the actions, her fingers coming over to brush against his as she helped steady him. He pushed his glasses up his nose, his cheeks burning. 

“Sorry.” She waved him off and a comfortable silence engulfed them. He could hear her heartbeat, steady and quick in her chest, he counted each one of her breaths as she looked out the window, the lights bouncing off her hair. He watched as a drop of rain trickled down from her hair and onto her cheek, gliding over her jaw. 

He was already reaching out before he could stop himself, his fingers brushing her skin softly. His fingertips tingle when he finally makes contact. Her heart raced, her head turning into his palm. Their eyes met, time slowing as they read the hidden emotions in their eyes depths. 

The two of them had moved closer together, breaths mingling, eyes fluttering down to the lips and back. He could feel her heat, taste her on the tip of his tongue, just a few more inches and he could finally, finally have what he had wanted since he saw her. 

The taxi came to a jolting stop, startling both of them from the trance, she quickly ducked her head down, her fingers twisting into the material of her bag. Clark’s fingers fell away, his throat clearing as he straightened himself up. He glanced outside to see they were at an unknown apartment building, hers then. 

As if reading his thoughts her voice broke through his stupor, “This is me. Thanks for seeing me home, Clark. I’ll see you tomorrow?” He could only nod, not trusting his voice. She smiled at him and climbed out, her body turning around to grab the folders from his hands. She waved at him one last time before closing the car door. He watched as she raced through the ran and up the steps of the building. Just as he was about to give to the taxi man his address, there was a knock on his window. 

He turned and came face to face with her, her hair was plastered to her cheeks, her eyes bright. He opened the door, stepping out, trying to shield the rain from her little body as much as he could. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, I just forgot something.” In her hands was a crystal flower, the purple peony glimmering in the streetlights. His breath catches at the impish smile on her lips. She drew closer, her hands pushing the flower into his breast pocket. Her hands then grabbed his wrists, pulling him down to her height, her lips resting at his ear. 

“Peony

Classical Vibrancy

Blushing, Worshiping, Treasuring

Admiration for You

Bashfulness.” 

“How did you?” Her eyes took on a playful look. 

“You, my darling Superman, forget I’m a reporter. I knew from the second flower you left me. There aren’t many crystals made from Sunstone.” 

“You never said anything.” Her face softened, hands coming up to cup my cheeks. 

“You weren’t listening hard enough, silly man.” Lips met in a wet, unrushed kiss. Both needing to reaffirm that the other was here, in their arms. Her body fit against his perfectly and he felt safe. An impatient horn blaring broke the two from their kiss, both laughing as they broke apart. 

“See you tomorrow?” She nodded. 

“Great, I’ll pick you up at seven, we can go and have breakfast before we go in.” 

“I look forward to it. Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight.” 

The next morning had the couple giggling over cups of coffee and half eaten french toast. On the breakfast table sat two crystal flowers, two poems lay under the stems. 

“Salvias

Red Beacon 

Healing, Protecting, Saving

You are Forever Mine

Home.”

“Matthiola Incana

Blooming Spirituality

Purifying, Living, Thriving

Beauty that never Fades

Contentment.”

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[fatoujallovv]

woah!!! how did you do that fatou gifset? may i request a tutorial?

omg of course! i’m going to just give you an explanation of how i put it all together, for the sake of not making this a billion years long i’ll assume you’re already comfy with making, coloring, exporting gifs etc.

if you’re curious how to make gifs like the one below from this set of mine, a lil tutorial will be under the cut!

ok so you can do this with any number of gifs you want, a 4 by 3 grid is what I went with because 3 by 3 will mean that you’ll struggle to keep it under the 10mb limit. 

If you’re making a 4 by 3 grid, you’ll need 12 square gifs that are 135 by 135 pixels and one 4 by 3 aspect ratio gif for the big gif at the end, which will be 540 by 405 pixels. For a 3 by 3 grid, use 9 square gifs that are 180 by 180 pixels and one that’s 540 by 540 for the big gif. 

I made all of my gifs and sharpened them, but didn’t do any coloring yet. You can color first but I liked waiting to do it all at once, I feel like it helps it look cohesive.

Whatever way you make gifs, you want to make sure all the small gifs have the same number of frames. For my set I made all of my gifs 30 frames but you could probably get away with a little more while staying under 10mb for the finished product.

You might prefer to skip this step to save some time, but I exported all of my sharpened, not colored gifs, then opened all of those .gif files in photoshop, just to make sure there were the same frames for all of them. Regardless of if you do this or not, you will want all 10 or 13 of your gifs as smart objects. 

If you have exported them, all you need to do to make your layers a smart object is to switch to the timeline (the purple bars stacked in the timeline window instead of a bunch of little squares of your frames.), select all your layers, right click, and say convert to smart object. Make sure you switch to the timeline before you convert to smart object or the gif won’t play.

Once I have all of my smart objects, I take one of my small gifs and increase the canvas size to 540 by 405. 

Then go through to each gif file, copy the smart object, and paste it into that large canvas. Photoshop should snap your gifs to be aligned with each other when you rearrange stuff. Put all the gifs touching each other. Don’t bother tryin to leave 5px borders, we’ll deal with that later!

When you paste your big gif, make sure to move the start of it to the end of the others, so the grid of small gifs plays, then the big gif by itself. 

Once all the gifs are pasted into the same file, rearrange the grid however you like. You should be seeing something like this:

Now is when I did coloring. I put adjustment layers for exposure, vibrance, etc. on the very top so they affected all the gifs. Then if particular gifs are too dark, too orange, not as vibrant as the others, etc. you can adjust individual gifs by clicking the smart object of the gif you want to fix in the layers panel, then going up to image > adjustments and chose what adjustment you want to make. This creates a smart filter on that one gif, just like when you sharpen a smart object.

Once your coloring and placement of your gifs is to your liking, select all your gifs including the big gif, and right click, convert to smart object. You now have a bunch of smart objects nested into a big smart object. Don’t worry about not being able to edit, though. All you have to do is right click and choose edit contents. This will bring up a .psb file that has all of the layers and adjustments inside your smart object. All you have to do is make any changes in that file, save it, and exit out. The smart object will update itself. 

This is where I bring the borders back in with a layer mask. I find it much easier to put in the 5px borders this way rather than trying to do the math and space things out properly. It also guarantees you clean lines. 

So I select the smart object that has all of my gifs and coloring in it, then go to layer > layer mask > reveal all to create a layer mask that will go over everything. 

Then I go to the tool bar and select the single row marquee tool. I make sure I can see the grid of small gifs to do this part and I zoom in as far as I can on one of the horizontal intersections. I click on the line where the gifs meet and a row of pixels will be selected.

I switch back to the regular arrow which will give me handles to increase the selection to 5px tall. Once I have this 5px selection centered over the intersection, I click on the layer mask, then use the eraser tool over it to remove the selected area. You can click command or control + d to deselect, then repeat this for all of the intersections of the grid, using the single column marquee tool for vertical intersections. 

Now your grid is separated and your big gif is cut into pieces that line up, all in one step. And for any other gifs like this that you make, you can copy and paste the smart object you made here into the file you're working on and drag the layer mask onto the smart object you’re making, then delete the old smart object from that file once you’ve gotten its layer mask. So although the process of making the layer mask is a bit tedious, if you save your first one as a psd, you can reuse the layer mask anytime you need to. 

Obviously you’ll need to export and adjust the delay of your finished product. I recommend a much slower delay than usual, since the gif switches, and the grid will only be about 30-35 frames, I did a 0.08 delay, but you could go even slower if you want. It’s good for it to be slow, because it gives people time to actually see what’s happening and not get a headache. 

That’s pretty much the gist! I hope this was helpful, but I am more than happy to clarify anything if you want to send me an ask or dm! 

[pressedinthepages]

Kalon (Part 2)

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Word Count: 3642

Rating: E

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Warnings: SMUT, draw me like one of your french girls, codpiece, oral sex, penetrative sex, eskel is a pussy eating GOD and you cant change my mind

You find inspiration for your next drawing, and Eskel is happy to help. (Part 1)

    “May I draw you again?”

    Your words ring clear in the lull of the morning, Eskel being the only other person in the kitchen with you. You’ve gotten up early, intent on making breakfast for the Witchers. You’d not been up longer than five minutes before Eskel joined you, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a lingering kiss to your cheek before sitting at one of the benches at the table. 

    The pot of kasha steams and bubbles over the fire as you ladle two bowls full, bringing them over to the table as you speak. At your words, Eskel’s eyes shoot to yours, fingers clenching on nothing in particular. You set a bowl in front of him before sitting on the other side of the table, facing him as you sprinkle some dried fruits into your breakfast. 

    Eskel stares into his bowl, mixing some molasses into his kasha with a bit more ferocity than necessary. You let him ponder your question, gently blowing on the first spoonful of your meal as you tuck in. 

    “Did-” he clears his throat before starting again, “Did you have anything specific in mind?”

    “Actually, yes, but only if it was alright with you,” you whisper, not wanting to wake the others up before you could actually make your request. Ever since that first kiss that you shared, you’ve been unable to keep this idea from your mind. 

    Eskel’s eyes are still glued to the bowl, absentmindedly running his thumb over a groove in the table as he mulls over your words. “How is it you want to draw me?” His voice is low and gravelly, but you can’t tell if it’s from having just woken up or nervousness.

    “Well,” you start, pushing away your now-empty bowl, “I know how important your wolf medallion is, and I want to highlight that with you wearing it,”

    Eskel’s brows furrow, his head tilting down to glance at the metal circle that hangs from his neck. “Okay...seems easy enough-”

    “Wearing only the medallion.”

    Eskel’s golden eyes dart back to yours, a deep flush settling across the high planes of his cheeks. His spoon stills, halfway between the bowl and his mouth before he drops it, landing back in the bowl with a loud clatter. At the noise, he blinks back to himself, his hand coming up to scratch at the scars on his face.

    “Can-can I think about it?” he murmurs, not fully comfortable but intrigued nonetheless. 

    “Of course, darling, I’d never want to push you into something that you didn’t want to do,” your words reassure him as footsteps sound from across the keep. Eskel pushes away his now-abandoned breakfast, deep in thought as you rise to clean up. 

    When you return, all of the other wolves have gathered around the table, Lambert sliding up to sit next to Eskel with a bowl of his own. Geralt’s hair is wild with sleep, and Vesemir sips from a steaming mug as he works on waking to a reasonable state. Here, in the safety of the keep, the witchers can afford to fully rest and take their time in lounging as the sun rises.

    You rest a hand on Eskel’s shoulder before coasting onto the bench beside him, nodding a greeting to Geralt as he reaches for the molasses. Eskel turns his head to you, meeting your eyes as he stares deep into them. He smiles, something fleeting between heartbeats, before leaning to whisper in your ear.

    “I’ll do it.”

    …

    That evening, you’re setting up the different materials that you’ve collected throughout the day. Your journal and pencils rest on your bed as you work, draping several thick furs over the cold stone floor in front of the fire. There is no moon tonight, only the stars twinkling in the sky as they wait in anticipation. 

    As the last fur hits the ground you stand, hands on your hips as you consider if there’s anything else you’ll need. The room is silent, save for the occasional crackling of the fire, and you jump a bit when there is a sudden knock at the door. 

    You cross the room, your light skirt just barely drifting along the floor. You typically wear trousers around the keep, since they’re much warmer and easier to work in, but the skirt is less restrictive, fluttering and flowing around your legs. The door opens with a low creak, revealing Eskel standing behind it. His broad form takes up most of the doorway, but at least he has foregone the heavy armor and swords that are almost always strapped to his back.

    You smile, stepping back into the room and gesture for Eskel to follow. He does, gently closing the door behind him and kicking his boots off by the table before joining you in front of the fire. His hands are cool in yours as you take them, running your fingers over his knuckles as you look into his eyes. He’s nervous, you can tell, but you can also see the budding excitement that lies contained just below the surface. 

    “You’re sure that you’re okay with this?” you ask, your voice soft and soothing.

    “Mhm,” Eskel nods, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to your lips. You smile into it, squeezing his hands in your own as you pull back. 

    “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, dear,” you reach to his waist and untuck the light shirt from his trousers. The fabric is soft and well worn, comfortable to even the barest touch. You reach to undo the buttons at the neck, letting the edges fall away and reveal little glimpses of tanned skin. You fit your fingers under the hem and lift, raising the shirt over his head as he slides out of it. You carefully fold it up, taking your time as you place it on the edge of the bed. 

    You turn around, your eyes roving Eskel’s newly exposed chest as he watches you. You let yourself look, taking in the swell of his arms, the breadth of his shoulders, the dark dusting of hair over his skin, lingering only slightly on a particularly painful-looking scar that sits just below his sternum. You cross the room back to him, running your hands up his arms as you feel the muscles beneath twitch under your fingers. You admire the medallion, bright silver raised in the shape of a wolf’s head. You kiss the skin right next to it, Eskel’s chest pushing into your touch as he takes in a deep breath.

    You straighten up, letting your fingers skirt along the band of his trousers. Your eyes flick up to his for permission, smiling to yourself as he nods for you to continue.

    “Red is a good color on you,” you murmur, deftly undoing the bright ties on his codpiece. He huffs out a laugh, his smile easy and soft under your watch. You slip your hands down, pulling the now loosened trousers to the floor as you kneel. Eskel rests a hand on your shoulder as he steps out of them, letting you slide them out from underneath him. 

    You turn once more to the bed, folding the garments as you go and placing them with the same care that you had his shirt. When you face him once more, your eyes run up the long planes of his legs, the slight dip of his hip, and the impressive manhood that hid under the not-so-subtle codpiece. You blush a bit when you notice that he is already half-hard, swelling and flushing with the beginnings of his arousal. 

    As you approach him, you take a moment to thread your hands through his hair with a sweet reverence. Eskel sighs into your touch as you trace the lines and valleys of his face, feeling the slope of his nose and the slightly chapped lips under your fingers. You step back after a moment, fiddling with a loose thread on your blouse to keep your hands busy.

    “This alright, love?” Eskel blushes at the pet name, lowering his gaze for a moment before smiling lightly at you. 

    “I’m fine, it’s a little odd though,” he says, quiet in the sanctuary of the room, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so...exposed…” His brow furrows as his voice trails off, his gaze vulnerable as you smile back at him. 

    “Do you want to continue? We’ll stop if you don’t want to-”

    “Yes, I mean, yes I want to continue, it’s strange, but a good strange,” Eskel’s voice is strong now, reassuring both of you with his words. 

    “Well then,” you hum, “let’s get started.” There is a cushiony chair in the corner of the room and you move over to it, pulling it back to sit at an angle just off parallel to the fireplace. “Eskel, could you kneel, almost like you’re meditating? Mostly faced towards me, but angled a little bit away towards the fire please.” Your voice is no more than a whisper as you grab your materials, kicking off your shoes before sitting in the chair as he follows your direction. 

    Eskel’s eyes flick up to yours as he settles, knees pressing into the soft furs as he rests his hands atop them. The medallion around his neck glints with the light from the fire as he adjusts for a moment, getting comfortable. When he is satisfied, he looks over to you for what to do next. 

    “My Gods, you are simply gorgeous,” you smile, Eskel preening slightly at your words. “Now, I just want you to relax. This may take a little while, so please, just let me know if you need anything-oh wait, I almost forgot!”

    You jump up, grabbing the cup of water that you had brought with you earlier in the evening. You set it at his side, leaving it within reach so that he can grab it with ease. Taking a thin strand of leather, you tie your hair back from your face, a few strands falling down nonetheless. You sit back down in the chair, tucking your feet under you as you flip to a fresh page. 

    “Eskel, you can close your eyes if it’s better for you, I just want you to be comfortable. Okay, here we go…” You take a deep breath before pressing the pencil to the page, gently marking the outline of his form. You hum lightly as you work, watching as Eskel sits still under your gaze. The fire warms you from the outside as you feel a different warmth bloom from deep within, settling in your core as you begin to add details. 

    You sit like this for a while, tracing the numerous scars and the lines of his muscles with your pencil. Eskel is relaxed, breathing slowly as you focus on the medallion. You take your time here, smudging and erasing the harsh lines to fade into a better representation of the decades of wear that it has seen. You move up and down his body on the page, shading and highlighting every inch of his skin with as much reverence as you would if you were actually touching him. 

You watch as Eskel’s chest rises with a deep breath in through his nose, almost growling as he exhales. His cock throbs in his lap, now fully hard and leaking onto his hip. He murmurs your name and you hum in response, using the opportunity to focus on capturing the way his length bends upward slightly at the end.

    “You smell delicious,” your gaze flicks up, catching him looking over at you. He is still in exactly the same position, but his eyes are open and boring into you, golden flames stoking the fire in your core. 

    “Patience, love,” you chide, smiling as you consider that you could really be speaking to either of you at this point. “I’m almost finished…”

    Eskel smirks, his eyes falling closed as he takes another deep breath. You shake your head, now determined to complete this quickly. You stop and start back a few times, looking over the picture for mistakes and making small adjustments as you find them.

    Finally satisfied, you rise from the chair and cross to the table by the door. You set down your journal and pencils, releasing your hair from its tie before turning back to Eskel. He is still kneeling on the floor, his eyes open once more and tracking your every move. 

    “Will you let me see it?” he asks, turning his head slightly towards you as you slink to his side. You stand over him, watching as he raises his eyes to look directly at you. They are clouded with lust, his hesitance and shame having been washed away by your worship of him. 

    “Hmm,” you ponder out loud, “I could, but Gods, I want to touch you so badly…” You lean down and fit the tip of one of your fingers under his chin, tracing the line of his jaw as you sink to meet him. You thread your fingers through the silk of his hair, bringing them down to rest at the back of his neck as you pull him to you.

    Your lips meet in a sweet, soft caress before swelling into something bigger, more powerful as Eskel steals your breath. You move as a push and pull of the tides, each keeping the other steady as your hands become desperate. Eskel licks into your mouth, sweeping you into his embrace as you feel his hand start to undo the ties of your skirt. It floats to the ground, pooling around you as he lifts your chemise. 

His hands are rough against the soft skin of your abdomen, but he moves with such grace that it’s insignificant. Your lips part only for the time it takes for the chemise to be lifted from your head before you surge back into Eskel’s grasp. His hands quickly find the ties to your underclothes, but he fumbles blindly with the knots. You laugh into his mouth when he growls in frustration, finally choosing to just rip them off of you. A fresh wave of arousal surges through you when you are finally, blissfully, bare before him, pressing as much skin into him as you can. 

You fling your clothes off of the rugs, leaving them to be picked up in the morning. You have far better things to concern yourself with at the moment, pushing Eskel’s shoulders back to have him lay on the furs as you straddle his hips. His hands move all over you, touching everywhere he can reach, glancing up your thighs, over your hips, pressing across your breasts, grabbing you by the hands and pulling you down, capturing your lips once more. 

He nips at the bottom lip before shifting his weight, bracing one of his feet on the floor before twisting, flipping the both of you so that you lie on the floor, caged in his arms. You laugh freely, the sound turning swiftly into a moan as Eskel brings his hand to cup your cunt.

“My Gods,” he sighs, “you’re dripping,”

“Mmm, only for you, darling,” you hum as his fingers move up and down the length of your slit, your legs falling open as he moves downward. Eskel takes his time, kissing and licking along your skin before laying on the floor with his head between your legs. Your nerves are singing under your skin, rising and falling in hums of pleasure that reverberate through your bones. He kisses along the inside of one of your thighs, climbing up, up, finally finding the peak of your core and suckling the little bundle of nerves. Your hands tangle in his hair as you moan, the sound low and deep and pressed through gritted teeth as he slowly sinks two of his fingers into you.

He hums against you, licking and thrusting and pushing and holding and taking, leaving you with barely a breath to tide you over. Your hips rock unbidden, chasing a pleasure that only they know the path to. You watch Eskel, his eyes glazed over, fucked out on the taste of you, his hips rutting against the ground in time with his fingers in your cunt. 

“Oh gods, please, Eskel, please,” you babble, words turning incoherent as he brushes just the smallest glance of teeth against you. He groans, sending you soaring into an abyss of stars that burn too bright and noise that is deafening in its silence. Your thighs shake and your core clenches around Eskel’s fingers as he coaxes through your climax.

You sink down into the furs, finding his hand at your waist and threading your fingers together as you whisper, “Oh, Eskel,”

He falls apart, growling into you as his hips falter, his hand squeezing yours as his release takes over. He thrusts a few times more, spilling between his body and the furs as he holds you tight. Eskel gasps against your core, his lips shiny with the evidence of your arousal. His grip relaxes as he comes down, breathing deeply as he rises to his knees. He is still hard, his own spend dripping down his chest as he looms above you. You reach up, tracing a line through it, feeling him clench as you do. You bring your hand to your mouth and suck his spend from your fingers.

“Fuck,” Eskel says, leaning down to kiss you. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist as you taste your own arousal on his mouth. He is heavy atop you, the weight of him enveloping you as you thrust your hips gently towards his. You pull back, panting as you feel the tip of his cock against your folds. 

“Please, Eskel, don’t make me beg,” you murmur into his lips. He hums in response, looking down as he takes his length in his hand to align himself. His mahogany hair tickles your forehead as he leans against you, slowly pressing into your core. Your fingers grasp for purchase on the thickest parts of his arms, your nails digging in as he stretches you wide. It’s almost too much, dancing the line between pain and pleasure. 

But when he pulls back, only to thrust into you again just a little bit faster, you can’t help that your legs push against his back, forcing him deeper inside of you as your hips rise to meet him. Your breaths intermingle in the space between you, filled with praise and begging for more, more, his cock spearing, nudging the bundle of nerves nestled deep in your core with every snap of his hips. 

“Oohh, yes, Eskel, right there, keep going, just like that,” your voice is husky in the night, stars drifting from their place in the sky to line your words. Eskel pushes himself up, gripping your hips with an insurmountable strength and holding you steady as he fucks into you. Your back arches with the new angle, feeling every move that he makes in a way that drowns out everything from existence. All you know in this moment is Eskel, the bright, shining moon that was missing from your sky. 

“Fuck, I’m-I’m gonna…” Eskel groans as his thrusts turn sloppy, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the room.

“Go on, take your pleasure in me, let me have it,” you grip his hand where it rests once more and he roars, spending deep inside of you, his cock throbbing against the most sensitive spot over and over and over, and all of that sends you spiraling in your own peak with him. Your bones sing, simultaneously feeling everything and nothing as you hurtle through an endless night. Eskel comes and comes, his climax taking over all of his senses, his spend dripping past the tight seal of his cock in your cunt and dripping down onto the furs. 

As the stars return to their place in the sky you smile, pulling him down to kiss him, humming against his mouth. He pulls out of you, a small whine crawling out of your chest with the emptiness. Eskel kneels next to you, fitting his arms beneath your knees and your back as he swiftly rises, cradling you in his grasp as he carries you to the bed. He sets you down gently, laughing as you keep your hands locked around his neck and try to pull him in after you. 

“Hang on a moment, love, I just want to grab something,” he pads away and you get comfortable, yanking the blanket up and nuzzling into it, accidentally kicking Eskel’s clothes off of the bed in your haste. When Eskel returns to your side, he climbs into the bed beneath the blanket, pulling you close as he fits his nose just beneath your ear. He inhales, moaning softly as he relaxes into your arms. 

“You always smell so nice,” he whispers, light and sweet in your ear. He pulls back, letting you curl around his side as he holds you close. You rest your head on his chest, reaching for the journal that he has clasped in his free hand. Eskel opens it, flipping to the most recent page. You feel him tense up just a bit beneath you, his heartbeat quickening ever so slightly as he regards the drawing on the parchment. 

“I-I don’t know what to say, I just...thank you,” his words rumble through his chest, thick with emotion that he still doesn’t really know what to do with. You tilt your head up, looking into his golden eyes that are shiny with unshed tears.

“You don’t have to say anything, I know,” you murmur, letting him hold you close as the stars twinkle and fade in the early morning light, content in their witness to worship.

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a/n: So i just needed to tell you that I also briefly considered using this infamous photo as a reference for Eskel’s pose, but I couldn’t write it without laughing hysterically so I went with this instead XD

[champhangman]

Scars

Characters: Seth Rollins X OFC / OFC x Drew McIntyre Summary: You're like a shooting star in the rain, you're everything that feels like home to me. // Her past. Her present. Her forever. Word Count: 6,831 A/N: This story is…different for me. A little, at least. Special thank you to Ashley ( @cowboysht​ )for the beautiful banner. Also, thank you to her and my beloved Emi ( @adampage​) for their unfailing screeching, overuse of exclamation points, abuse of the phrases "what the fuck" "fuck off omg" "AAAHHHHHH", for assuring me that this is SUCH GOOD SHIT, and, above all else, for being the two biggest cheerleaders an old lady like me could have.

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Part 1/?? 

"Sadie?"

At the sound of his voice, Sadie Gibbs looked up from her hands. "Hey," she said. Her smile was brief. "How'd you find me?"

Seth Rollins smiled and leaned against the wall across from her. She was practically hunched on a crate at the end of a quiet hallway, well out of sight of anyone. Entrusted with the secret of her surprise return, he'd immediately gone to the small room she was supposed to be hidden in until her surprise later. After finding it empty, he'd had an inkling that he would find her as far away from the pre-show action as possible while still in the building. Which he had. He doubted anyone knew the dead-end hallway existed save for the crew that had pushed the empty crates into it. "You always find the quietest spot to hide," he finally reminded her. "Welcome back."

This time her smile lingered a little longer. She pushed her hands into the pocket of the hoodie she wore. "Who told you I was here?"

"Hunter."

"Still his favorite, huh?" she teased.

"Eh." Seth shrugged. Hearing voices at the end of the corridor, he straightened, reaching for his phone so he could pretend to be in the middle a call if someone looked down.

She leaned forward slightly to peer around the taller crate beside her, then slipped back, patting the space next to her. "Come on, hide with me."

It was as though the past four months had been just one night. Shoving his phone into his pocket and climbed onto the crate next to her with a grunt, making sure to pull his feet out of view. "I feel like I'm playing hide-and-seek."

"Hopefully no one's seeking us," she whispered.

The voices faded and, aside from distant music playing and the clatter of equipment, they were left in relatively silence. He felt her sigh and let his head rest against the wall. "You okay?"

"Clean bill of health," she announced.

"Sadie," he sighed. "How—"

"I don't know how he is," she whispered.

"Drew? You haven't talked to him today?" he guessed. It would make sense. Between travel and sneaking in without being seen, not to mention managing to sneak around to meet with Hunter and Vince, he would be surprised if she'd had time to take a piss, much less call and check on her boyfriend. "You—"

"Yeah."

Her voice was flat. He tried to gauge her expression, but she still had the hood pulled over her head, blocking his view of her face. He could sense the storm of emotions, though, before her lips settled into a firm line. "I'm lost, Sadie Jo."

"It's nothing," she said briskly, pulling her phone from the pocket of the faded Demon Bálor hoodie she wore and checking the screen.

"You know, I wouldn't be so lost if you answered my calls once in a while," he muttered. Then, sighing, he slung his arm around her and drew her in. "But I understand why you didn't."

"I wasn't ready to talk to anyone." Her arm slipped around him and she squeezed when he did. "I even sent Hunter to voicemail."

"Ouch. And you still have a job?"

She chuckled. "Amazing, isn't it?"

"Guess you're still his favorite," he mocked.

"I missed you," she said after a moment.

He pressed his lips to the top of her head, smiling at the faint scent of fabric softener. "Missed you too."

He held her to him, sensing she needed the comfort of an unquestioning embrace. Even though he had questions. At least several dozen. Gently rubbing her shoulder, he frowned when he heard her give a sad sigh. "You wanna talk later?"

He had an inkling that she didn't. Not about what she had to know he wanted her to talk about. She was already beginning to nod, though. "Sure."

"Did you drive?" Frowning when she tensed, he grunted as she pulled away from him abruptly. "Sadie?"

She closed her eyes tightly and ducked her head. "I don't drive."

He almost asked why. Before he could form the question, though, he remembered, and pressed his lips together. His gaze dropped to her hands. The sleeves of the hoodie were pushed up and he could just see the faint scarring on the inside of her right wrist.

"I got an Uber from the airport."

"Okay. Hey," he said softly, drawing her into another hug. "It's okay."

"Is it?"

"It will be."

She exhaled sharply, tilting her head to look up at him. He suddenly noticed the fringe of bangs slanted across her forehead. "Yeah?"

"You can ride with me."

"Because that's such an upgrade from an Uber," she snorted.

It occurred to him that maybe she'd wanted to ride with someone else. Maybe she'd wanted to take another Uber. Maybe she'd already made plans. He nudged the hood back, wanting to see the change to her hair, and couldn't keep the surprise form registering on his face.

"They had to shave the side of my head for stitches," she murmured, self-consciously smoothing her hand over the short cut.

Seth inwardly winced in sympathy. She'd loved her hair. At least twice a week she mentioned having some treatment or other done to it to keep it thick and healthy and strong and soft. He could well remember it falling nearly to her waist in alluring waves. Now, though, it was shorn close on the sides, the top styled in a pixie cut, slightly longer in the front, where her bangs slanted over her forehead. "Where were the stitches?"

She pulled back the bangs and he saw a jagged scar just above her right eyebrow. It extended into her hair, and he traced the length with his fingers. "It was the GPS," she explained. "One of those ones that hangs on the windshield. Fifteen stitches. As soon as I got home from the hospital, I shaved the rest. And it was easy to take care of, with my arm in a cast and not being able to hold a brush and hair dryer at the same time—"

"It looks great," he promised. He hoped his voice sounded sincere. It was a shock, yes, but the shorter cut highlighted the features of her face. Funny, how he'd known her for over two years and had never noticed the slight cleft in her chin "It really does, Sadie."

"Thanks." She smoothed the bangs back into place to conceal the scar.

"And you'll ride with me?" he asked.

She gave a brief nod and pressed her face to his shoulder. "Okay."

He held her to him for a long while, finally sliding his feet off the crate and reaching with his other arm to give her a proper hug. Aware of her fingers curling in the front of his shirt, he continued to hold her, ignoring the buzzing of his phone when it began to vibrate.

"You should probably answer that," she mumbled, sniffling.

"In a minute." Fearing she was crying, he slid one hand up to cup the back of her head, sighing when she sniffled again. He murmured what he hoped were soothing words, questions doubling and tripling. And when she lifted her head, he quickly brushed a tear from her cheek. "Sadie… Is it that bad?"

"Worse," she admitted in a whisper.

"We'll talk later," he promised, kissing the top of her head one more time.

She nodded, drawing back slightly to fumble in her hoodie pockets. A slightly crumpled napkin appeared in her hand and she dabbed at her eyes. While she did so, Seth checked his phone and groaned.

"I gotta go. Need to film some backstage bits."

"Okay."

But he didn't move immediately. Instead, he drew her in for another hug, needing to know she would be okay before he left. When her sniffles faded, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then reluctantly released her and slid off the crate. "I'll find you later."

 *** 

They hadn't forgotten her.

Seth knew she had worried about it. Even though they hadn't spoken while she'd been out, it was a common fear. Every night not in the ring was one more night that gave another wrestler the opportunity to shine. Every week at home was another week without your name mentioned. He knew because he'd witnessed so many others experience the same worries through his years in the business. Had experienced them himself. And when one avoided social media while they were out, as Sadie had, it was likely that interest in them would wane.

But the crowd hadn't forgotten her.

He knew her name had been in the dirt sheets in the past month. First when she had been spotted arriving at the Performance Center in Florida. The fans knew it was nearing time for her slated return. Signs with her name had been spotted in the crowds for two weeks. Not many, but enough to make it clear that some people wanted to see her return. And although there had been no further sightings, not even at a house show as was the norm, the rumors had swirled that her return was just around the corner.

At the first strains of her new entrance theme, the confusion was obvious. The lights in the arena dimmed, a lone spotlight shining on the stage as she stepped out. Seth could barely hear her theme over the reaction from the crowd. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her on the backstage monitor as she remained on the stage until the lights came back full force. He couldn't keep from appreciating the way the clothes she wore flattered her figure, either. He was used to her in jeans and a t-shirt, or sweats, or yoga pants. He'd never seen her in leggings, now he thought about it, and he decided she looked so much better in solid white than anyone he'd ever seen wear the color. Her white tank top was arranged so just a glimpse of skin showed at her abdomen, and he silently agreed with the men standing near him that she should wear leggings more often. The woman were oohing and ahhing over her new hair, and the guys were murmuring appreciatively over the rest of her.

She strode down the ramp with confidence, and she had made it three steps when Seth gathered that she was returning as a heel. It was in the way she held herself, the way she glanced to the fans on either side of the ramp. Her bubbly, girl-next-door persona of the past was gone. She had always bounded down the ramp, greeting fans with high fives and a sunny smile. When she reached the steps she paused, shoulders lifting and chest expanding as she breathed in deeply. Then, as the cheers continued, she skipped the steps and pulled herself onto the apron, circling the perimeter of the ring so she could demand a microphone. The fans still cheered, while Charlotte and Asuka, standing in the center of the ring, their confrontation interrupted, stared at her.

He watched while she finally stepped into the ring. While she stood, letting the crowd continue their happy reaction to her return. While she raised the microphone and announced, voice somehow sultry yet sweet at the same time, that she was back. He stayed to see what she said, and when she launched into a passionate speech about recovering from injuries and working her ass off to return in time for WrestleMania. And how she would be damned if she'd returned to sit backstage and watch Charlotte have another Mania moment. She had been on the cusp of winning the title hanging over Asuka's shoulder, and she refused to go to the back of the line and claw her way to the top again.

Seth knew what was coming. She would be given a match against Asuka, or Charlotte, or possibly a triple threat, and if she won, she would be added to the women's title match at Mania. A predictable outcome to her return. When the women began to bicker and argue he smiled again. The arguing dissolved into a brawl and, confident she had been given a match later in the night to prove her worthiness of being at Mania, he headed off to get ready for his match.

He had barely stepped into Gorilla when he heard the news. Sadie was having a gauntlet match the next week. She would face all the women on the Raw roster, with the possibility of surprises from NXT, ending with Charlotte. If she won, Charlotte would be giving up her spot at WrestleMania and stood in line to go for the title at the next pay-per-view. If she lost, she went back to the end of the proverbial line. Every one of the women he ran into while making his way to Gorilla was abuzz about the news. A women's gauntlet match was rare, and usually only involved a few competitors. Sadie's was practically historic. And there was already the whisper that it would be the main event of Raw.

He wanted to find her and discover for himself if she was up for the challenge. He didn't doubt her physically being ready. One had only to look at her in the skintight leggings and tank top to see she was in top physical condition. Her muscles were more defined. He made a mental note to ask about her workout while she was recovering.

But was she ready mentally?

It had been just over four months since she'd been in a ring. Four months out could do a lot to a person's psyche. He knew firsthand that the mental anguish over being sidelined was just as bad, if not worse, than the physical pain of injuries and recovery. When he had been out, he hadn't been able to even watch wrestling until the week before he'd returned. And Sadie, who'd he always thought of as more than obsessed with wrestling, had probably done the same.

He couldn't shake the ever-present worry over her. Even though she was back and obviously deemed ready to make her return, he knew something was wrong. The Sadie he knew was vibrant and cheerful and always looked for the silver lining. Sudden thunderstorm with torrential rain caused her to pull to the side of the highway to wait? Perfect opportunity to fine tune her driving playlist or play a round of twenty questions with whoever was riding with her. Flight delayed due to snow and stranded at the airport? Time to talk someone into a race around the terminal, or pull out one of the decks of cards she always carried with her for a game, or time to hit the airport giftshop and spend way too much money on a board game to pass the time. Even backstage while waiting around for her matches or promos or whatever, she always found something fun to do. Impromptu social media Q&A with her friends, or backstage crew, or even venue staff. Sneaking outside to greet fans. Yes, she did seek out somewhat quiet spots to center herself, but even then, she was happy.

That was it. Sadie was a happy person and now… Now she wasn't.

Bouncing in place to hype himself up for his entrance, he couldn't shake the feeling that she had left that wreck with more than her wrist broken.

 ***

 As soon as she'd found her way to the locker room after her segment, Sadie had had the feeling the women had been talking about her. An eerie quiet had fallen when she'd entered, clutching the handle of her suitcase. It had lingered until she'd sat down on a bench and begun to untie her shoes. Then they had all begun to chatter in that way that made her know they'd been talking about her. Because all of a sudden everyone was chatting about eyeliner and 4th of July plans, even though the holiday was months away. When she'd slipped off her shoes, they'd all congregated around her with hugs, welcoming her back, asking how she was feeling, raving about her hair. She could tell by the looks they sent each other that they all wanted to ask that question but no one had the guts to voice it. She felt welcomed though, especially when Becky and Liv sat with her to discuss ideas for the gauntlet match the next week. After a few moments, the chatter was normal.

"You look so amazing with the short hair," Becky enthused, playfully tousling it after Sadie changed into jeans and a tank top. "I tried short hair ages ago but it makes my jaw look huge."

"Did Vince say anything about it?" Liv asked, crisscrossing her legs while beginning to braid her own hair.

"He said…" Sadie screwed up her face in thought as she recalled her meeting with Vince that afternoon. It had been the first time he'd laid eyes on her since the wreck, and after his warm hug and enthusiastic welcome back, he'd gruffly complained about her hair. "It's not a direct quote, but something like 'Goddammit, Sadie, why the hell didn't you tell anybody you kept it so short? Can't the hair and makeup girls do something with it? You fucking want it that way? Why? Long hair is better! Ah, fine, whatever, but I fucking hate it, goddammit!'"

Becky snorted on a laugh. "Not a direct quote?"

"You sound just like him," Liv laughed. "No one imitates him better than you, Sadie!"

"It's a gift," Sadie replied with a shrug, then glanced to Becky. "And it might be a direct quote. I'm sure there were a few more goddammits in there."

"I've never heard him say that," Liv announced, finishing her braid and taking the hair band Becky offered. "At least, not to me. I'm almost jealous."

"Just get Sadie to imitate him?" Becky suggested with a grin.

They all laughed, and Sadie glanced up from zipping her suitcase when she heard a knocking at the locker room's door. An instant later her phone chimed and she pulled it from her pocket to see Seth's text.

Ready to go whenever you are.

"I'm gone, y'all," she announced, smiling when she was dragged into a hug by Becky. "See you tomorrow."

"Breakfast," Becky insisted. "We need to catch up."

Sadie nodded as they parted, almost sighing with relief when she heard that Seth was at the door. She exchanged goodbyes and made promises to work out, have lunch, and chat with some of the girls the next day. Stepping out into the hall, she grunted when she nearly walked into Seth.

"C'mon," he murmured, reaching for her suitcase.

"Where's your stuff?"

"Already loaded." He walked beside her down the hallway, pulling her suitcase along behind him. "I pulled the car up to the door. There's a crowd around the lot."

"There's always a crowd," she couldn't help but point out.

"It's different this time," he muttered.

She shrugged, not wanting to get into a discussion about how the crowd was different. She wouldn't have to face the fans tonight. She would be able to put it off for a little longer. She hadn't had the nerve to check her social media after her segment. She didn't want to read what they thought of her, bouncing back as though nothing were wrong after months of complete silence on all fronts. A stupid thing to do, she supposed, steps slowing when she saw Stephanie and Hunter. She should have posted something. Discussed her recovery. Discussed her worries. Kept it purely kayfabe and assured everyone that she would be back to take her rightful place. But she'd been scared. She still was. Because she knew what the replies and comments would be.

How's Drew? Is he okay? What happened?

Sadie looked up when a gentle hand landed on her shoulder. Looking up at Stephanie, she drew in a deep breath when she tilted her head to one side and stepped away from Hunter and Seth. She followed because it was Stephanie, and moistened her lips, unsure what to expect.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Stephanie asked softly.

Sadie blinked. Not quite what she had begun to thought the woman would say. Puzzled, she blurted, "Huh?"

"This." Stephanie gestured to the backstage area. Not as wild as it was during a show, but still busy. Crewmen loading equipment. Production staff darting around. Wrestlers chatting and laughing as they hung around.

It was an atmosphere she had craved during her long months out. One she prayed she would be able to get used to now she was back. Sadie glanced around, smiling faintly when Dolph waved at her. She returned the wave before focusing on Stephanie. "I kind of have to be."

"Yes," Stephanie allowed. "The storyline is set. But… You could have stayed out longer if you needed."

"I couldn't. I can only work out so much. I can only clean so often. I can only watch so much Tv." She fought the urge to cross her arms and settled for pushing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. "This is my life, Stephanie."

"I know, honey." Stephanie's voice was warm with understanding. She glanced behind Sadie, who turned to see Seth and Hunter watching them.

Her stomach twisted when she saw the worry on the men's faces. "I had to come back," she said after turning back. "It's where my friends are. My family."

"No one knows about you and Drew," Stephanie said softly. "Hunter and I didn't even tell Dad. It's up to you when to let people know."

"It's none of their business," Sadie muttered with bitterness. It was one thing she couldn't get used to after becoming somewhat of a public figure. It was bizarre, people wanting to know everything about her life. The questions about her childhood and her food preferences. The overt questions about her relationships. And the internet's uncanny ability to determine she was sleeping with or dating someone just because they'd been spotted together.

"Everyone will find out eventually." Stephanie sighed. "Have you talked to him? At all?"

Sadie shook her head. "Not since…"

Not since the night she'd called Stephanie, sobbing. Not since she'd what she'd thought was real had shattered like an interrupted dream. Not since she'd sat in her car, unable to even get into the driver's seat, and watched Sheamus drive up to be with Drew. Not since she'd been unable to answer the Irishman's questions before he finally went inside. Not since she'd finally called a taxi and texted him that last time.

I'll get my things tomorrow while you're at the doctor. I'll leave my key.

Fifteen months reduced to impersonal words. She might have been the cleaner that came in once a week.

"Oh, Sadie." Stephanie pulled her into a hug. "Are you still at the extended stay?"

She nodded, biting back the urge to cry. "I'm moving into my new apartment this week."

"If something comes up, promise you'll take mine and Hunter's condo."

"You mean y'all's Florida sex dungeon?" Sadie shuddered dramatically. "Gross."

"We don't have sex in the guest room…"

"Yeah, but I wouldn't be able to fix my morning coffee without picturing what pornographic things y'all have done on the kitchen counter." She narrowed her eyes slightly when Stephanie grinned. "You totally had sex in the guest room, didn't you?"

Stephanie smiled sweetly.

"Disgusting."

"Anyway." Stephanie cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. "At least promise you'll think about it."

"I'll think about it," Sadie intoned robotically.

"Will you at least come up for a visit soon? Dad's worried about you. He doesn't like that you've kept yourself shut off all this time."

Sadie's stomach twisted. "I know he is. But—"

"And the girls think you don't like them anymore."

Gutted with guilt, Sadie blinked rapidly to keep from tearing up. True, she hadn't made her usual trips to Connecticut to visit Stephanie, Hunter, and their daughters. But she had called often. There had been FaceTime sessions and countless texts. "You know I love them more than anything."

"I know, but they're kids. When they find out you were here tonight…" Stephanie winced.

"Ugh." Sadie could only imagine the scene. "Of course I'll come up for a visit. But you're not playing fair."

"Have I ever?"

"I have it on good authority that you were a sweet, loving child." Sadie pursed her lips. "Of course, that good authority was Shane…"

"Call me in the morning, okay? I'll get your flight arranged. You can stay with us."

"I will." As though she'd stay anywhere else when she was in Connecticut.

"I love you," Stephanie murmured, drawing her into another hug. This one was longer, tighter, and ended with a sigh. "Be safe."

"Love you, too," Sadie promised. Turning, she grunted when she nearly walked into Hunter. "See you later, H."

He placed a hand on her shoulder before she could slip away. "Is she coming up for a visit?"

"Next week," Stephanie announced.

"You guilted her with the girls, didn't you?"

"It worked, didn't it?"

"We can bring the kids to the house shows this weekend."

"They'd like that."

"She would too. Did she promise she's coming up?"

"She didn't have to."

"She's right here," Sadie blurted, scowling at the couple. "I hate when y'all do that."

Hunter chuckled and lightly tousled her hair before pulling her into a one-armed hug. "Go on, get out of here. Seth's waiting."

"Night, guys," she said, slipping away and rejoining Seth. "Sorry, Steph had to play mother hen."

Seth merely nodded and they continued walking to the exit. When they reached the door, he placed a gentle hand on her back. "Let's go."

The car was barely five steps from the door. Sadie could hear the fans, and when she stepped out into the pool of light just outside the door she held her breath, expecting to be spotted. But the car shielded her from their view and she climbed in with a sigh of relief. The windows were down and she knew from the cheers when Seth had been seen. She heard the trunk open and then close with a thump. She was buckling her seatbelt when he opened the drivers' door and got behind the wheel. The car was already running, cool air blasting from the vents, and she opened her mouth to speak when the GPS suddenly shrieked that they needed to drive the highlighted route.

And, for some reason, it made her laugh.

 ***

 Sadie was surprised that Seth didn't turn on the music one they were on the highway. But, she reflected, picking through the bag of snacks she'd bought at the gas station to find her Cheetos, he wanted her to talk. That was the whole reason she was with him. Well, no, she was with him because they were friends. Kind of? Maybe? She didn't know if she could still call herself his friend after practically ignoring his existence for months. Sitting back with the bag in hand, she adjusted her seatbelt before opening the bag. She savored the aroma and was reaching for one when Seth's hand dove in. Gasping when he brought out a handful, she glared at him. "Seth!"

"What?" he asked, tone oozing with innocence. "We agreed to share the snacks."

"Doesn't mean you can take half the fucking bag at once, goddammit," she grumbled.

"I didn't take half the fucking bag at once." Although his words were garbled, mouth crammed full of Cheetos as it was, she understood him perfectly.

"A third of the bag, then." She popped one into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, watching him struggle to get the rest from his hand into his mouth. Able to see several fall, she giggled when he cursed and began wiping his fingers on his jeans. "Serves you right."

"It's nice to hear you laughing again," he said after a moment.

Levity fading, she focused on chewing another Cheeto. "It hasn't been that long."

"Has been for me," he pointed out.

"I'm sorry I never called you back." He'd called at least two dozen times that first week after she'd been released from the hospital. And left half that many voicemails. Twice as many texts. Asking how she was. If she needed anything. Why she wasn't at home. Over the weeks the frequency had waned, ending with one text that had left her sobbing into her pillow and cursing her inability to talk to anyone connected with work.

When you're ready to talk to me, I'm here.

After that, he'd texted her sporadically. No questions. Just pictures of stupid signs in public places with horrible grammar or spelling. Pictures of his new puppy, Twisty. Then, the day after she'd gone to the Performance Center to begin training for her return, two words that had once again left her crying.

Miss you.

His hand came over, but instead of reaching for more Cheetos, he plucked the bag from her hand and laid it on the center console before taking her hand in his. Giving a gentle squeeze, he sighed. "Sadie…"

"You can start asking all those questions you have now," she said, looking down at their joined hands.

"Are you and Drew okay?"

She sucked in a breath. "We're not together anymore."

"What happened?"

"I don't—" Sadie cut off with a sigh. "Okay, I do know. Nothing was the same."

Seth gave her hand another squeeze.

"I didn't expect it to be. He was severely injured…" She closed her eyes briefly. "He had so many surgeries. I knew things would be different. But even before he came home… He didn't want to see me. At first I thought it was because he didn't want me to see him looking as he did, but…"

"But?" Seth prompted gently.

"I figured out that he was still mad at me."

"Still?"

"We were fighting that night."

"At the hospital?"

"The night of the wreck," she whispered.

"Fuck. I'm sorry."

"He wanted me to go Scotland with him for Christmas. I'd already made plans with my stepdad," she explained, allowing herself a moment of something akin to happiness at the thought of her stepfather. One of only a handful of people she'd kept in contact with while she was out of work. "He was… I don't know. It was my fault. I could have come up with a compromise. I see Arthur a lot. I'd only met his family twice, and only once since we'd begun dating. But I was being stubborn and I let the argument keep going. It got petty."

Seth's sigh was one of understanding.

"We both started criticizing things about each other." She swallowed anxiously, remembering words flung with venom. Petty words that had turned vicious. And when the argument had reached its peak, words that had changed everything. Inhaling slowly, she moistened her lips. "I didn't see the red light until it was too late. I was so angry and upset. We were yelling, and it was snowing hard, and when I tried to brake, I skidded. Then I felt something hit the back of the car and the car began to spin…"

Spinning. Screaming. A deafening crash that had echoed like a gunshot inside the car. The sickening crunch of metal. The airbag against her face as glass sprayed. The taste of blood.

The sight of her boyfriend, body twisted and bleeding. Silent. His hand reaching toward her.

"Sadie."

She jerked her head up. The car had stopped. Above the blood rushing in her ears she could hear the clicking of the hazard lights. She could feel his hand still clasping hers, their fingers twined, and slowly looked down to see she was clutching him so tightly her knuckles were white. "The policeman that responded asked if I was having trouble seeing because of the snow. They found spots of black ice near where I hit the brakes, and they chalked it up to the snow and the ice. I didn't tell them otherwise."

"Sadie, it wasn't—"

"It was my fault," she insisted. "I know it was. If I'd been paying attention—"

"You still could have hit that patch of ice and skidded across the intersection. You don't know that you'd have missed it."

"If it wasn't my fault, why do I feel so guilty?" she asked, hating the weakness in her voice.

"Because it was a horrible accident." He sighed. "And because, even though you were arguing when it happened, someone you love was hurt."

"He wasn't just hurt. Half his body was broken," she whispered. "Why, Seth? Why did his side of the car have to be the one that slammed into the light pole? Why did he have to be the one whose body was destroyed?"

"Would you prefer it had been someone else?"

"I wish it had been me."

"No. You don't."

"Yes, I fucking do! If it had been me, maybe I'd have—"

"Don't you dare fucking say it," he warned.

She reared back. "Seth—"

"You can't let the guilt eat at you. You can't," he stressed when she opened her mouth to argue. "The guilt is worse than the injuries you had. It's letting you not be happy that you survived. You both survived. Yes, half his body was broken. All the injuries he had are horrible. But he survived. That's the important thing. It doesn't matter if you were paying attention or if he had been driving or if you hadn't been arguing. It still could have happened. It could have been so much fucking worse than it was. That's why it's called an accident. Because it's horrific and it doesn't make sense. Beating yourself up isn't going to change the fact that it happened. Remember Finn's injury at SummerSlam?"

Surprised by the sudden question, she could only nod. She had been in NXT at the time, but she'd been backstage and had seen the immediate aftermath. The shock. The horror. The realization that the injury was bad. And she had seen the grief and remorse on Seth's face when he'd come, wide-eyed and pale, backstage. "That's different."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is," she insisted. "We all know when we step into the ring that an injury can happen. No matter how careful we are."

"That's exactly my point. We all know it can happen. Just like we all know that when we get into a car and go for a drive that a wreck can happen. A plan we board could crash." He leaned forward, giving her hand a gentle tug so she would look at him. "You think I didn't beat myself up over it? You think I didn't sit up every night for weeks going over that moment again and again, telling myself what I could have done differently? I fucking stopped his career right when he was being pushed to the fucking moon."

"It's different," she insisted. "Because he didn't blame you. Did he?"

"No, he didn't," Seth sighed. "But that didn't make it any easier."

"Drew blamed me." She felt Seth's hand tighten. Could feel the tension creep up his arm and through his body. She saw his jaw clench before he pressed his lips into a tight line.

"What?"

"He blamed me. He still does." She ducked her head, hoping to shield her sudden, hot tears from his gaze. "That's why we broke up."

"He blames you for the wreck?"

"He'd just been released from the hospital. He was in pain. So much pain. I did my best. I was mostly healed up by then. I did everything I could think of to make him comfortable. I was just so happy that he was gonna be okay, you know? I knew it would take a long time for him to heal but I knew that he could do it. And I was prepared to stay by his side. I was ready to take him to all his appointments and make sure he did his PT. I memorized the doctors' instructions about rest and hydration. How to clean his stitches. I asked a nurse at the hospital to show me how to help him bathe because he couldn't stand up to take a shower. And he refused to hire a nurse to come to the house to do it for him." She inhaled sharply, using her free hand to dash away the tears before they could fall. "The first few days people were in and out. Then suddenly it was just the two of us and I realized…"

"Realized what?" Seth whispered.

"That I wasn't wanted. He was so angry. I expected that. I've seen enough people recovering from injuries to know all the stages. But… The anger didn't go away. I know it takes time, and that's one reason I delayed my return. I didn't want to leave him while he was still so mad. And he was depressed. He didn't want to talk. Didn't want visitors. Then one day Hunter dropped by, and…" She groaned, recalling Hunter's weary expression when he'd come out of the bedroom after speaking to Drew. "Afterward, we got into a huge fight. He kept telling me to go back to work, that he didn't need me hanging over him. I was getting on his nerves. He could manage without me. I got mad and told him he could barely wipe his own ass without help, and that just made it worse."

Seth gave her hand a gentle squeeze. And waited.

"I know now that I should have walked away and given us both time to cool off. But I was so mad, because I was there to help him and he didn't want me. It got so bad, Seth."

"How bad did it get?" he whispered.

"Things were thrown," she admitted. Then, feeling him tense up, she hastened to explain. "Not at each other. He didn't hurt me."

At least, not physically. But the glass shattering against the wall had mirrored the splintering of her heart.

"Then he told me to fucking get out and never come back, that me babying him wouldn't make up for the wreck. Something snapped inside me and I left."

"To give him time to cool down?"

She shook her head. "For good. I went back the next day when he was at the doctor and got my stuff. I deleted his number from my phone before I left the house. I left my key. I-I left the ring he'd given me."

"Ring?"

"He proposed the day before the wreck." She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force the memory away. But it reared above her attempts and filled her mind. She remembered the happiness she'd felt that day, even before his proposal. Laughter as they worked together in the kitchen, music blasting. Stopping to dance when their song had begun to play. The smell of paint as they finished their project. Turning from washing her hands to find him dropping to one knee. His voice, accent thicker than she could ever remember hearing it before. The words of Robert Burns.

"'Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, / And the rocks melt wi' the sun: / I will love thee still, my dear, / While the sands o' life shall run.'"

The brilliant diamond glinting when he slid the ring onto her finger had paled in comparison to the glittering in his eyes. The taste of tears and the sound of joyous laughter and the knowledge that she had found her forever.

She had worn the ring for less than twenty-four hours. Had slipped it into her pocket when they reached the venue for the house show, because they didn't want to announce it so soon. It was their little secret. They'd tell the world of their engagement after the New Year. But the girls had known something was up. She was giddy and glowing, and tentative plans had begun to form in her mind. Of an intimate wedding in his beloved Scotland, of dresses and flowers and cake and forever…

Plans that had disappeared when the rental car had spun out of control.

She hadn't touched the ring again until the morning she'd returned to the house to get her things. She had thought of leaving him a note but hadn't had any idea of what to write. Instead she had left her key and the ring on his nightstand, where he would be sure to find it when he returned from the doctor. And she had left, slamming the door on what was supposed to be her happily ever after.

"Can we go?" she whispered, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe her tears away.

Seth gave her hand a heartfelt squeeze. "Yeah, we can."

[bibibuckleyy]

my thoughts on ‘The taking of Dispach 9-1-1′

this was SUCH a good episode from start to finish! *pulls out a slide show* Now i’ll show you breaking down every. single. scene-

jk lmao...unless?

spoilers below the cut!

lord. have. mercy.

these hoes are givin me major heist vibes

tiffany bby ur the driver but for me to acknowledge you as such you better be Letty Ortiz good hun

wow these thugs are a lot my organized than i first thought like i know they was carryin guns but i aint know they was packin this much like damn

Oceans 8 who?

so i wanna know where they just...got a cop car???

OH HELL NAH Y’ALL BEST NOT MESS WITH TERRY

I MEAN ANA MAY BE HIS SISTER

AND  SHE MAY BE MAKIN MOVES ON EDDIE 

BUT IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE TERRY FLORES SO YOU GET YOUR GUN AWAY FROM SUNSHINE BBY

it’s kinda funny rewatching this scene when you know what’s about to go down

like i’m cacklin like ‘oh shooooot dramaaaa’

but i’m also like ‘SOMEONE GRAB JOSH AND RUN’

“temporary maintenance, happens all the time” cool cool cool 

i’m not freakin out you’re freakin out

josh and maddie are like friend goals i love their dynamic like yoooo

hi yes could you please get that gun away from terry’s head i would really appreciate it.

OMG SECURITY DUDE NOOOO

wow ur like the only line of defense in the dispatch center and they just kicked ur ass

is this where our tax dollars are goin??

fly high josh’s mug, fly high

that absolute look of fear on his face tho, still breaks my heart

josh russo defense squad post up homies

“i love you, howie” nope nope nope didn’t like it the second time either

when that gun went off

LET ME TELL YOU

i just,,,waited for the blood to start comin out of terry

thank god it wasn’t him

good scene lmaooo 9-1-1 writers i hate you all lmao lmao

“bees are the least of your troubles here, sweetheart” I HATE YOU DUDE

someone call mama grant please

“we’ve got dispatch” i do not like this ma’am i’d like to speak to the manager

“you’ll shoot us” man shut the hell up-

“no, we’ll shoot the person next you you” this dude is insane

lookin like mr.clean’s evil cousin LMAOOOOO

“you only do something like this so you can do something...worse”

um whAT-

“you’re being paranoid, she’s fine” CHIMNEY NO NO NO

i don’t think i’ve ever thrown this much popcorn at my tv in my life

as chimney said “don’t do it man” just picture a 5′5 lightskinned girl tripping over her blanket while yelling “DO IT CHIM, DO IT!” and you’ll have me

“sorry, we are experiencing a high call volume” BITCH MORE LIKE A HIGH CRIME VOLUME SOMEBODY GET MAMA GRANT DAMNIT-

*screams* BUUUUUUUUCK 

HI BBY

ooh nice shirt, i guess pink isn’t the only color that suits ya

he looks good in all the colors

whole damn snaaaaack

not to be an idiot on main but seriously, who watches the watchmen?

“i miss like an earthquake or something?” lmao chim is a whole vibe

“wait....why are you calling 9-1-1, is everything ok?” paired with that cute adorable concerned face he made is making me cry ok we don’t deserve buck T-T

“she’s at the call center, what could happen?” AT LOT ACTUALLY

OH THANK YOU JESUS IT’S ATHENA FUCKIN FINALLY 

*cries* mama grant you won’t believe the day i’ve had

“he’s my husband” LMAOOOOO WHAT

whoa tiffany we’ve already had our fair share of mail bombs here that bet’ not be what i think it is

THE PACKAGE IS VIBRATING AND BLINKING TAKE COVER-

ohhhhhhhhhh

it’s just takin out the security systems lmao 

“technical difficulties” BITCH MORE  LIKE CRIMINAL DIFFICULTIES

“i bet this woman really thinks you’re...worthwhile.” JOSH BBY DON’T LISTEN TO A WORD HE SAYS EVERYONE LOVES YOU

ahaha thanks i did not need those flashbacks it hurt enough the first time 

“a woman called about an omelet, i dispatched an officer”

“to the restaurant?”

“not exactly”

???

“i tried calling josh, but no answer” aww josh and buck are friendssssss :)

JOSH HAS BEEN ADOPTED BY THE FIREFAM PASS IT ON

:0

JOSH YOU GENIUS

YOU SMART SMART CINNAMON ROLL

MAMA GRANT IT’S TIME TO MAKE SOME MOVES

“nO NO CHIMNEY DON’T HANG UP!” i shouldn’t have laughed so hard

oh great he’s hastily grabbing his jacket. he’s about to do something rash and irresponsible

....someone call eddie.

that’s some good heist music right there

the bad guys look stressed....good.

“you’re here so i can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t do anything foolish” BUT YOU LEFT BUCK

OK BUCK I LOVE YOU BBY

BUT YOU HAVE THIS HABIT OF TURNIN INTO SPECIAL AGENT 007 REAL FAST WHEN YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN TROUBLE MAN

LIKE

HE’S THE ‘EVERYONE BEFORE ME’ MEMBER OF THE FIREFAM

mama grant i ain’t questionin your authority or nun but like???

WHY WOULD YOU NOT KEEP AN EYE ON BUCK TOO?

HE’S THE MOST LIKELY CANDIDATE TO DO SOMETHIN STUPID

thats some reckless drivin there buckaroo

buck who were you tryna fool tho

athena only knows one golden retriever dude in this city who drives a grey and black jeep

“ok now, don’t be mad” LMAOOOOOOOO

HANDS DOWN ONE OF MY FAVE SCENES

HE KNEW HIS MOM WAS PISSED TOO LMAOOOO

athena’s look is sending meeeeee 😂😂

omg my god😭😂

“hey buck”

“...hey chim”

athena has some dumbass kids yo

the best part is, she knows it

the way mr. clean broke his neck when dude said ‘police cruiser’ LMAOOOO

“and if it’s not normal?”

“we’ll find out”

*blasts boss bitch*

i love the way buck is kinda concerned for his mom tho

and athena’s just like ‘it’s no sweat sweetie i do this every day’

“shoot her”

BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO

YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH

I’LL TELL YOU THAT

“shoot her, now”

try her bitch, see what happens to yo ass. 

the 118

the call center

the entire fandom 

we will collectively end you

“we got a report of a code 77″

THANK GOD THAT GOT ATHENA OUT OF THERE

what is a code 77 you say?

“ambush, proceed with caution”

well it sure nuff aint indecent exposure

*boss bitch keeps playing cause that was super smart for her to give out a code 77*

“maddie is smart, she can take care of herself until help gets there”

HELL YEA SHE CAN

SHE KICKED DOUG’S ASS SHE’LL KICK YOURS TOO

“they’re not gonna wanna leave behind a room full of witnesses”

i’m-i’m fine, i swear-

“killing people, your solution to every problem”

excuse me? do i hear morals??

they’re really fighting each other

they some grade a stupid right there 

there’s no way they are pullin this off

terry

terry what are you doing

TERRY

RUN TERRY RUN GO GO GO

OH SHIT

JOSHHHHHHHH

i thought they were gonna shoot terry

BUT JOSH CAME THROUGH IN THE CLUTCH

wowwwwww dispatch is a lot more badass than i thought

these dudes are hard core

OH

OH JOSH NO BBY

THAT LOOKS LIKE IT HURT

aii square tf up mr. clean we don’t hit josh here and you gon have to pay for that one

the way everyone is just quietly sobbing tho

it saddens me

“I need another thirty minutes”

i’m really enjoying watching this dude’s plan crumble around him

swat posted up aii i see yall

“we’ll try to get eyes in a damn windowless room”

well when you put it that way it sounds like this is hopeless

“i’m sorry i thought you were crazy”

“i’m sorry i wasn’t”

wow i don’t think i was supposed to laugh at that

and chim bein concerned for maddie is literally one if the best things ever y’all.

completely unrelated note, anybody else see bad boys for life?

“yeah i’m ok, my ears are just ringing a little” with the TEARS and the SNIFFLES and him SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN JOSH IS TOO PURE FOR THIS 

“why do you think we asked for so many RA units?” BITCH I KNOW YOU FUCKIN LYIN

for those of y’all that ain’t kno, RA units are rescue ambulance units

way to reassure people, lady

it’s like she said ‘everyone might be lightly shot by the time this is all over’

“so you are worried. it makes sense, cause all your friends keep dissappearing are they even in the same building?” WITH THAT LOOK OF STRAIGHT SPITE DAMN MADDIE BUCKLEY, DAMNNN

we stan the BAMF BUCKLEYS

“oh my god, LINDA??” lo key thought this was real for a second

“latex! is there latex in your gloves?” greg come on man you planned a heist you can’t be this stupid

SURPRISE! LINDA IS ALLERGIC TO BEES

ENJOY YOUR EPINEPHRINE ASSHOLE

OH

OH WOW

WOW DISPATCH

Y’ALL JUST-

WOW

EVERYONES GOT GUNS AND EVERYTHING OH MY GODDDDD

GIVE IT UP FOR DISPATCH 

you know it’s really funny, cause tiffany ain’t nowhere to be found

“next one goes in your head” OOOOOOOOOOOH SHE’S A BOSS ASS BITCH BROOO YESSSSSSS

(i know, two different songs, but ya gotta admit, it applies)

“you don’t get to die” 

i just-

hands down, most powerful line in the whole episode.

it’s an odd form of vengeance, saving the man that attacked you multiple times from the release of death

 that’s what it would’ve been tho

a release

he would’ve died, and he wouldn’t of had to pay for any of his actions

but instead, josh saved his sorry ass

so he gets to pay for this in the land of the living

the best revenge, actually

and, josh saved a life

he’s worthwhile

“i’m not goin back” well i knew mr. clean was gonna die from the beginning sooooooo

“we’ve got dispatch”  and it’s finally over

i’m kinda bummed that we didn’t get to see SEAL!buck or the rest of the firefam but we got  BAMF!dispatch and that was enough lmao

kudos to those off duty dispatches as well, like y’all just walked past the dead body and moved on from the whole hostage situation to do your already stressful job

CHIM’S FACE WHEN HE SEES MADDIE I AM SOBBING

THEY SAID MADNEY RIGHTS Y’ALL😭😭😭

this hug is everythinggggg 

lo key buck watching from afar breaks my heart ahaha

“she already has everything she needs”

....this is tea for another day, but...

buck, you do know people need you as much as you need them, right?

....right?

still not over that hug tho

ayeeee wassup bobby!

how was the camping trip i was extremely against?

oooooh i love the crime recaps!

i may or may not have been like buck in the bank episode when he said ‘i’m some confused, can you start over’

...ahem....

“wait....you didn’t round her up too?”

ok listen....

while i don’t condone stealing and and the extreme amount of violence they used,

i do condone outsmarting men that think less of you because you are a woman

you are a boss tiffany, and i’m actually kind of sad you got caught

“tiffany was the real mastermind” can i just.....

*BLASTS BOSS BITCH FROM THE ROOFTOPS CAUSE WOMEN OWNED THIS EPISODE! THEY WERE SO DAMN BADASS*

thanks 9-1-1 writers for that, btw. 

gotta admit, as much as they rip out our hearts and stomp on em, they know what they are doin

jake you shady shady bitch

ngl tho both plans were solid 

maybe if it was done completely by women it would’ve worked :)

“looks  like your trip’s been delayed...by about 5 to 15 years” athena you got the best lines yo

jake f’ed up the other plan too lmaoo

like i said, if it was all women, they would’ve pulled this off

and they end it with madney

gosh i loved this episode

So! These were my thoughts on 3x14! Let me know what you think, and hit up my ask box if you want me to post my thoughts on another episode! Later taters!

Oh yeah, if you liked this you can find my thoughts on ‘Pinned’ here!

[lovemesomesurveys]

1. Do you like having your picture taken? No.

2. Have you ever done a photo shoot, professional or non? I’ve had pictures taken at photo studios and I have a cousin who’s a photographer that did my college graduation photos.

3. If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go and why? I mean, nowhere right now. BUT, there’s a lot of places I’d love to visit one day. Various countries and places here in the US. I just want to be able to travel a lot one day.

4. Who would you take with you on this little adventure? My family.

5. What would you say is the most daring thing to do in a lifetime? That’s going to be different for everyone of course, but basically something that pushes you out of your comfort zone. Conquering a fear.

6. Would you ever do that? I don’t know. 

7. Have you ever done crossword puzzles? Yeah. I much prefer word searches, though.

8. Ever actually completed one? Yeah.

9. Pick up the closest book and write a sentence at random from it. There isn’t a book near me.

10. Do the same with a lyric from either a cd or the radio. Nah.

11. Have you ever tried to analyze your own dreams? Yeah, many times. I’ve tried to look up what some things symbolize and what it might mean for me. 

12. Would you put up posters in your room? Yeah. I have some things hung up. 

13. Can you sing? I can’t sing well at all. I wish.

14. Do you ever sing to yourself while doing everyday tasks? Yes.

15. What's your favorite color of post-it note? Pink.

16. How many cassette tapes do you own? Zero.

17. How many cd's do you own? I don’t have any CDs anymore.

18. Ever bought a cd for just one song? I probably have. 

19. What would your perfect day consist of? Beach days are nice. Or since it’s winter, renting a cozy cabin in the snow sounds lovely.

20. Have you ever lied to get off the phone or out of talking to someone online? Yes.

21. Have you ever written a survey? Once. It was several years ago during the Xanga days. I wish I still had it saved.

22. How about a song? If so share it. No.

23. Or maybe a poem? If so share it or one of them. I dabbled with poetry when I was 16. I am definitely not sharing one, they’re super cringey.

24. Is your vcr flashing 12:00 all the time? I don’t have a VCR. Wow, cassette tapes and VCRs how old is this survey?

25. Do you read your horoscope? No.

26. If so, do you base your day on it? No, I’ve never been into astrology. I used to read it when I was younger like in an magazine, but it was always just for fun.

27. Would you rather chew gum or use mouthwash and why? Chew gum. Mouthwash is way too strong to me and I find it irritating for my mouth and yeah it’s just not a pleasant experience.

28. Do you floss? No. :X

29. Are you addicted to napster like me? Okay, now you’ve mentioned Napster so this survey is super old. Napster was like late 90s and early 2000s. 

30. How many times a year about are you sick? I rarely get things like a cold, which I find interesting because I feel like my immune system is crap, but I feel sick and crappy often for other reasons.

31. Ever been in an airplane? Yes, a few times.

32. If so where were you flying to? Georgia and back and to Disneyland and back.

33. What radio station to you listen to most? It’s been a few years since I’ve listened to the radio.

34. What color are your shoes? I wear my black Adidas the most.

35. Was fuzzy wuzzy a bear? He was. He had no hair, though, so he wasn’t actually fuzzy.

36. Do you know how to play dominos? I’ve never really played.

37. Or do you think I just mean pizza by that? No, I know what dominos are.

38. Speaking of pizza, what's your favorite kind? (toppings and/or place to get it from) My favorite is from this local place. I like to get white sauce, feta and ricotta cheese, crumbled meatballs, garlic, spinach, and pesto and olive oil drizzles. I’ve been really craving that lately.

39. What color are your eyes? Brown.

40. How many surveys have you filled out this lifetime? Oh pffffft, I am not even going to attempt to figure that out. There’s no way I could. I’ve been doing surveys for so long and sadly so many of them are gone because they were done on Myspace and Xanga. :(

41. Describe your bedroom, include all details. Okay, you want details? Here we go...

It’s small and has way too much stuff. For one thing, there’s giraffe stuffed animals all over, including a 4 ft one in the corner. There’s a dresser by the window that has my TV and Christmas decorations on it. To the right of that is a 6-cube shelf with some of the aforementioned giraffe stuffed animals as well as giraffe knickknacks, some coloring books and coloring supplies, a mini Christmas tree on top, a few more giraffe stuffed animals, a nice picture frame with my dog, Brandie, who passed away, and my BB8 droid I made at Disneyland. Above the shelf is an I Love Lucy wall clock. My closest is nearby and is full of medical supplies, 3-drawer file thing with random stuff I insist on holding onto, my shoes, and all my jackets and sweatshirts. To the left of my dresser is my bookshelf with a lot of books and other figurines and knickknacks of various things I like and hey surprise, surprise, more giraffe stuffed animals! Across from the bookshelf and dresser is my bed, which is also my desk cause I keep my laptop on it, my chargers, my phone, a coloring book, a couple packs of colored pencils, my Bible study stuff, my remotes, and my Nintendo Switch. I have a pile of clothes, too, cause dresser and closet are too full. I have like 8 throw pillows, a body pillow, a back pillow, and a couple actual pillows. I have a few stuffed animals that sit on my bed as well, which are a huge squishmallow giraffe, a small squishmallow pug, a small squishmallow Dumbo, a small squishmallow Baby Yoda/Grogu, and a Baby Yoda/Grogu plushie. To the right of my bed is a TV tray that has my bottles of water, my medicine and pill crusher, a box of straws, a glass, a Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink, chapstick, my wallet, a Zip-loc bag with half a glazed donut and half a chocolate one, and a small bag of shortbread cookies. Behind the TV tray is my 3-drawer bedside table, which has a makeup storage thing on it that I plan on cleaning out and getting rid of cause I don’t wear makeup anymore and could use that space for something else, a bottle of lotion, a couple little room sprays from B&BW, and a jewelry tray. Hung up on my walls around the room are a few giraffe framed paintings, a couple beachy canvas paintings, two Alexander Skarsgard calendars, a bulletin board with various stuff pinned to it, and a marker board. There’s also a hamper in here, a floor lamp, a ceiling fan/light, two fans, and an ottoman.

42. Name one person your life is made better by. My mom. She’s my best friend. 

44. How about someone else's? Huh?

45. Can you do math with ease? Ha, noooo. Me and math never got along.

46. What size is your computer screen? It’s 13.3 inches.

47. If you could only talk to one person online who would that be? Someone from the survey community on here.

48. Name your favorite type of music and why. I like a variety of music--various genres and decades.

49. Are you a vegetarian? No.

50. How about an aspiring actor/actress? Not at all.

51. What famous person dead or alive would you interview if you had the chance? Alexander Skarsgard.

52. Which movie can you watch and say the lines along with the actors? There’s a lot of movies I could do that with. I try not to cause it gets annoying, but it happens.

53. Name one of your passions in life. I don’t know. :/

54. What's your least favorite time of day? Evening time.

55. Who's your favorite member in a band, singer, guitarist, bassist, drummer, and why? The singer, typically.

56. Do you use hairspray or gel? I use neither.

57. Describe your favorite meal. Wingstop’s boneless garlic parm and lemon pepper wings. I also really enjoy my nightly bowl of ramen.

58. What color is the inside of your head when you close your eyes? Black.

59. Ever listen to classical music? Not typically, but it is nice.

60. Have you ever said lol in real life without thinking about it? No.

61. Do you find you use internet language when writing notes irl? I use “wtf, “wth”, “omg”, and “lol.” 

62. What songs would be on your ideal cd? Like I said, I like variety, so a mix of songs.

63. Say one thing you've learned today. Nothing, really.

64. What is the best present you've ever given someone else? I don’t know.

65. What is the best present someone else has ever given to you? I’ve been given many nice gifts throughout my life. I’m appreciative of all the gifts I’ve received.

66. So hey, what's your full name? Stephanie is all you need to know.

67. Describe yourself while drunk. I was chatty and annoying.

68. How big are the windows in your house? Regular, common size? .

69. Do you wear a watch? Nope.

70. What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done with someone else? Nothing.

71. What's the largest age difference between you and someone you've dated? Just a year.

72. How many mirrors do you have? Just one in my room.

73. Write one sentence stating what you want people to say about you after you've passed on. I don’t know, man.

74. Have you ever sailed? Nope.

75. How fast can you run? I used to be able to go pretty fast, but not now. I don’t have the upper body strength or energy I used to have.

76. What do you believe in? I believe in God.

77. How long does it take you to get ready to go out? Not long at all. I just change clothes, quickly do something with my hair, brush my teeth, put on deodorant, put on my shoes, and then grab my bag and mask and go. And a coat if needed.

78. Do you shower daily? If not how often? No, I shower 3-4 times a week.

79. What one thing would you change in your life if you had the power to do so? I’d make it so I had good health.

80. Describe the ideal superpower and what you would do if you had it. Teleportation. I’d travel all over.

81. Are candles romantic or a fire hazard? They can be both.

82. Name something you've done in the last 24hrs no matter how big or small. I had coffee and donuts. Exciting stuff.

83. Do you wear necklaces, bracelets, anklets, earrings, rings? I haven’t worn any in awhile.

84. What colors are you wearing right now? Just black.

85. How often do you change the sheets on your bed? Twice a month.

86. Have you ever gotten lost? Not alone, thankfully, but yeah.

87. What's on your computer desk? I mentioned in the question about my room that my bed is also my desk and I listed the things on it.

88. How many folders are on your desktop at the present moment? Zero.

89. When your talking do you ever use your hands to do quotation marks in the air when saying certain words? Sometimes, if I find it necessary to do so.

90. Which landmark would you climb if you could? None.

91. Do you own or have you read, or thought of reading any self-help books? I read the Chicken Soup For The Soul books when I was younger but that's it. <<< Same.

92. Ever seriously questioned your sanity? Yes. 93. Can you breakdance? No.

94. What's in your fridge right now? Food and drinks. I’m tired from listing everything in that room description question lol.

95. How many people do you live with? I live with 3 people and a doggo.

96. Have you or would you ever do anything more than kiss in a public area? No.

97. What is the strangest thing you've ever done? Uhhh. I don’t know.

98. Name an instrument you've never played but would like to. Guitar.

99. Have you ever been on tv or the radio? Myself, as well as my story, was on TV after my accident happened. 

100. What is the worst thing anyone could ever do to you? Physically hurt me.

101. Are you a fast typer? Yes.

102. How high have you counted before getting bored? I don’t know, but probably not very high. I probably would get to 100 and be over it.

103. Describe how you sleep. (ie. your position and/or how you fall asleep) I sleep slightly propped up and turned to my left side. I have indigestion and post-nasal drip issues, so I can’t sleep flat. I have a whole nighttime routine consists of scrolling through Tumblr, doing surveys, and listening to ASMR until I feel tired enough to fall asleep.

104. Are you straight, bi, gay? I’m straight.

105. Do you ever do something else while on the computer? If so what? Sometimes I’m watching TV.

106. What is the most expensive item you own? My MacBook Air.

107. How about the least expensive? My little knickknacks.

109. What do you do online? Check my social medias, watch YouTube, scroll through Tumblr, and do surveys.

110. Name some stores you've bought clothes in before. Boxlunch, Hot Topic, Kohl’s, JCP, Target, H&M, Macy’s, Forever 21... those are a few that come to mind.

111. Have you ever read a book and not understood it? If so which one? I struggled with mythology. I just couldn’t get into it, so that definitely didn’t help, and it was hard to follow.

112. Have you ever watched a movie and not understood it? If so which one? Yeah. Whenever that happens I jump on Google and read up on it afterwards. 

113. Do people pick up your slang language more than you pick up theirs? I pick up lingo from others most often. 

114. Are you easily influenced by other people, or current trends? No, I wouldn’t say that.

115. What makes you unique in your own opinion? I don’t feel very unique.

116. Name your worst quality. Where to start... .

117. Name your best. I like that I’m open-minded.

118. What would you like to do with your life? I need to get myself together and figure that out.

119. Do you blowdry your hair? Nah.

120. How many clocks are in your house? We have like 3 wall clocks and there’s digital clocks throughout the house on appliances and electronics.

121. Are they all set on the same time? The phones and electronics are. The others are a few minutes fast. My parents set their digital clock like 15 minutes fast.

122. Have you ever intentionally set a clock ahead or behind the actual time? Like I said, we set some of them a few minutes ahead.

123. What do you think about when you first wake up in the morning? "What time is it?"

124. Which browser do you use? Google Chrome.

125. Do you bite your nails? Ugh, I don’t bite them but I pick and clip at them with clippers constantly. 

126. Would you ever leave little notes to your gf/bf? Sure, I think that’s cute.

127. Ever been to a farm? Yes.

128. Tell me about your dream last night. I don't remember. I rarely ever do. What typically happens is I’ll remember when I first get up, but then it like vanishes. My dreams are like Snapchat. If only there was an option to save or screenshot them like Snapchat.

129. Ever seen a shooting star? No, actually.

130. Say one thing about yourself you've never told anyone. Uhhhh. I’m so boring, I can’t think of something interesting to share.

131. Do your days fly by or seem to last forever? It often seems like the days go by slow, but then before I know it it’s already been a whole week again and I’m like wtf it was just Monday? That’s how the years tend to feel, too. There’s definitely some days that just really seem draaaaag, though. And there’s something about January that always feels super long. 

132. Have you ever stayed in a fancy high class rich hotel? Yes. 133. Have you ever stayed in a rent-by-the-hour motel? No.

134. What in your opinion is the best advertising slogan out there? If they get stuck in your head then they’re doing something right. It’s gotta be catchy. Jingles work well.

135. When they start sending rockets to the moon for us civilians, will you be on the list to go? Noooo, absolutely not.

136. How are you feeling right now? Tired, kinda hungry, and lonely.

137. Have you ever written anything on your skin? Yeah.

138. If so what? Random stuff. That was something a lot of people seemed to do in like middle school and high school for some reason.

139. Which website do you frequent most often? Tumblr and YouTube.

140. What color are most of your clothes? Black.

141. Do you own any plants? Nope.

142. Are things as bad as they seem? They sure seem bad to me.

143. Describe the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you. My mom is amazing. She’s sacrificed so much. I’m 31 years old and require aid with some things and here she is still taking care of me and doing so much for me on top of working a full-time job, being a caregiver for a family friend as well, taking care of us as a family and of things at home, and she very rarely has anytime for herself. She’s spread very thin and works so hard and yeah I just could never thank her enough. She’s the absolute best and I would be so lost without her. I couldn’t keep going if it weren’t for her.

144. Ever looked directly at the sun? Yes.

145. Have you ever made a pin hole camera to watch the eclipse? No.

146. What's your favorite cereal? All the main sugary ones, ha.

147. Who do you miss? My loved ones who have passed away.

148. Name something you just can't forget no matter how hard you try. Uh, a lot of things. My mind doesn’t like me to forget things like that. It likes to remind me of them often. Things like that hit at random times as well, like my brain will be like, ‘hey remember when...’ and I’m like, ‘ugh, yes I remember you won’t let me forget.’

149. Describe the worst fight you've ever been in whether physical or verbal. I’ve never been in a physical fight, but there were some verbal ones. I don’t want to get into them right now.

150. Say something else about yourself you've never told anyone before. Noooo. 

[harleykeenerdeservesbetter]

hey so i just discovered your blog today and i LOVE your writing. could i please request something for 3x03 of 911? eddie only had eyes for christopher when he found him but buck’s legs just gave out and i need a worried eddie and buck being just a bit more hurt. xxx M 💕☀️

Omg that makes my day, thank you so much!!! I need this too so thanks for requesting it!

(This turned out a lot longer than I thought but ohhh well)

I hope you like it!

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“Buck, hey, what happened to you?” Chimney asked worriedly, leaving the gurney he escorted to rush to his side and hold onto his forearm, Hen following him shortly after in worry and confusion. He noted the way Buck wasn’t focusing, the way his eyes were forward on one sight and one sight only and it didn’t take long to figure out what that sight was.

“Hey,” Bobby said not a moment later, looking at him with furrowed brows and trying to catch his gaze and failing. He followed Buck’s line of sight to where Eddie was kneeling and holding Christopher tightly, before turning his attention back to Buck. “You two okay?” he asked with stark realization, noting Buck’s erratic and slightly labored breathing and watching him carefully.

Buck’s eyes finally moved from Christopher and Eddie to Bobby, his relief washing over him in waves. He couldn’t believe that Christopher was here, he was safe. “Yeah,” he started breathlessly, his voice soft, “we’re great,” he finished, his voice fading out as his knees buckled without his consent and he fell forward with dazed and rolling eyes.

“Whoa, whoa, easy,” Bobby cooed, surging forward at the same time as Chim and Hen and helping catch and steady him, working with them to walk him backwards and slowly lower him down onto an empty cot as he breathed shakily, out of breath.

“Buck!” Eddie called worriedly, turning his head to look at him and doing so just in time to catch him collapse.

“Come on, come on, hang in there, hang in there, Buck,” Hen encouraged, kneeling behind him and wrapping one arm across his chest and other at his side, not missing the way he clutched at her arm with two bloodied hands as he panted heavily, clearly exhausted.

Bobby kept his hand on Buck’s shoulder, helping keep him up as he looked around, eyes landing on Eddie who was already making his way over with Christopher in his arms.

Chim wasted no time in acquiring an IV drip and setting it up beside the cot, gently pulling one of Buck’s arms away from Hen’s in order to insert it in the crook of his elbow before he let him move his arm back to where it was.

“What’s wrong? Is he okay?” Eddie asked worriedly, his calm demeanor thrown out the window minutes ago when he first learned of his son’s disappearance. Balancing Christopher on his hip, he watched with wide eyes as their team took care of him gently and urgently. His question went unanswered, the three only focused on Buck and getting him help, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get worried glances from them.

“Buck? Hey, can you hear me?” Bobby asked, moving his hand from his shoulder to his face and turning his head to look at him, shining a flashlight in his eyes to check for a concussion and finding that one was definitely there. “Mild concussion at least,” he reported to the others, tapping Buck’s cheeks to get him to focus. “Hey kid, stay with me,” he ordered before asking, “anything hurt, anything broken?”

“S’just my leg,” Buck managed to get out, his words slightly slurred.

“Okay, okay, your leg, anything else?” Bobby probed, tapping his face again when his eyes began fluttering just as Chimney rolled up his pant leg to take a look.

“Ribs,” Buck murmured, gasping in pain and his eyes fluttering open when suddenly there were hands pulling his shirt up and probing at his chest and abdomen. Before he got a chance to say anything else, he felt Hen running a hand along his back soothingly as she held him and Bobby gently pulling his right arm away from his body and staunching the bleeding from the cut. “M’tired,” he mumbled, his head lolling forward onto Bobby’s shoulder as his body slouched.

“I know, kid, I know, just hang in there, try and stay awake,” Bobby encouraged, finishing up with his arm and bandaging it, looking to Hen and Chim as he rested his hand on the back of Buck’s neck.

“Ribs are bruised but nothing’s broken, same with the leg,” Chim reported, looking up at them both before his gaze drifted to Eddie who stood slightly off to the side to be out of the way but close enough to know what was going on and be worried out of his mind with Christopher squirming in his arms. “He’s strained it definitely,” he continued, looking to Hen who was still holding Buck despite his sagging frame.

“Let’s get him laying down until we can get him out of here, he’s dehydrated and exhausted,” Hen said, accepting Buck’s weight as Bobby leaned him back against her.

“Bobby— Christopher, is he— is he okay?” Buck asked weakly, blue eyes barely open as he looked at him.

Eddie nearly choked on a sob he didn’t know was rising as he looked up to the sky with watered eyes before looking at his son and resting his forehead against his head after kissing it.

“Christopher’s perfectly fine, he and Eddie are right here,” Bobby assured,   squeezing his hand gently and bringing his free hand over their clasped ones, holding down the weak fingers that tried to move. When Bobby spoke, he looked up and over at Eddie, nodding at the man slightly in silent conversation, the action returned quickly and confidently.

“Come on Buckaroo, time to get some rest,” Hen declared, tapping his shoulder before she and Bobby finished easing him the rest of the way down, Chim gingerly lifting his legs and the three of them getting him properly settled on the cot. Hen slowly stood up from the cot with a comforting pat to his arm before she made her way to Eddie. “Can I check him over again just to be sure?” she asked and Eddie was already nodding, his vision blurred with tears that were met with a soothing soft smile from Hen as she guided him to sit Christopher down on the cot next to Buck’s.

“Alright buddy, just a check up okay?” Eddie assured after clearing his throat, leaning down to press another kiss to Christopher’s head.

“Go, he’s safe with me and he’s a foot away from you,” Hen told Eddie, looking up at him as she knelt in front of Christopher with new gloves on. At Eddie’s hesitation she fixed him a look coupled with a raised eyebrow that meant this was not up for discussion.

Eddie nodded in thanks at her before he turned on his heel and moved to Buck, pulling the small foldable chair to the side of his cot. Hesitantly, he raised a slightly shaky hand to his hair and brushed it back. Frowning at the blood all over Buck’s beautiful face, he took up the rag and bowl of water Chim had left and began to wipe away the blood. He hummed to himself softly, a tune in Spanish his abuela sang to him when he was younger, as he took Buck’s hand in his and gently starting cleaning the blood off his knuckles before repeating the action everywhere he could see. Every so often he glanced up to look over at Christopher and make sure he was still right there, relaxing when he found that he was still coloring and a young girl had joined him. His attention was pulled away however when he felt slight pressure from the hand in his, his eyes immediately snapping back to Buck as he set down the cloth and used his free hand to brush his hair back again. “Buck? Evan, can you hear me?” he asked, his thumb rubbing gently and unconsciously on the crown of his head near his hairline. “Hey, you’re okay,” he said softly, a smile making its way onto his face when he watched those baby blues flutter open and look right at him. “Before you ask, Christopher got checked over twice, and he’s perfectly okay,” he said, interrupting when he saw Buck open his mouth the slightest bit. “If anything it’s me that’s panicking,” he said, laughing slightly.

“Sorry,” Buck croaked, leaning into his touch before he even realized it, “I’m sorry Eddie,” he repeated, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“You saved him,” Eddie interjected, shaking his head. “A natural disaster happened, Evan, and you saved him. You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? And if I have to tell you that everyday for however long it takes for you to believe it, then I will,” he said with a nod.

Buck’s lips curved downwards slightly, his eyes crinkling with newly formed tears as he looked up at him and weakly squeezed his hand, receiving a strong one in return. “I love you,” he said, a bit breathlessly before he even knew what he was saying.

Eddie’s eyes widened slightly before softening and he smiled. “I love you too,” he said immediately without a moment of doubt, his hand still running through his hair.

Buck breathed out a shaky breath of relief as he smiled up at him before he tugged on his hand gently to get him to lean down.

Knowing immediately what he wanted, Eddie laughed and closed the gap, locking their lips together and dropping his hand from his hair to cup his face. He only pulled away when Buck let out a soft hiss from the sudden burst of pain that shot through his leg.

“Easy, easy,” Eddie murmured, pulling out of the kiss and moving his and back up to run through his hair to soothe him. “Guess that was too much ‘heavy activity’,” he joked, trying to get his mind off of the pain.

“Yeah, guess so,” Buck laughed softly, weakly, not as strongly as usual and that broke Eddie’s heart.

“Try and get some more rest before we can get you home, okay?” Eddie suggested, dragging his thumb along his skin again.

“Home?” Buck asked softly, blinking up at him with a shy smile.

“Home,” Eddie nodded, returning the smile as he realized what Buck meant by the question. “Now sleep,” he ordered sternly, taking his hand again and waiting for him to drift off, which didn’t take very long at all. When he looked up, he saw Bobby, Hen, and Chim all standing with matching smirks and smiles. Blushing furiously, he played it off with a roll of his eyes and ducked his head with a laugh. Of course the others knew already, what else had he expected?

Hen held her hands out to Bobby and Chim who were on either side of her, both men taking out a twenty dollar bill and setting it on each of her palms.

“Thank you,” Hen drawled, pocketing the money with a sly smile before going off to check on Christopher.

***

Once it was all said and done, the members of the 118 began to pack it up and get ready to head to their respective homes.

Buck was still lying on the cot where Eddie left him, Maddie standing at his side with Christopher in her arms sleeping snugly, all bundled in a blanket.

“I’ll get this one in the car while you get him,” Maddie said to Eddie, looking down at Christopher before nodding at Buck, smiling tiredly when Eddie thanked her before she moved to her car. She came as soon as she heard, rushing to the hospital to find her brother unconscious but alive with Eddie at his side and Christopher coloring less than six feet away. It was only when Buck woke blearily that she finally relaxed and took it upon herself to play with Christopher and stay at Buck’s side while Eddie cleared up some things with the others. Now, she walked to her car with Chimney’s arm around her shoulders and Christopher in her arms, leaning into the backseat and buckling him up in the middle before getting in the front.  

“Evan, time to wake up,” Eddie said gently, shaking his arm hard enough that he’d noticed but not hard enough to jar him. “Come on baby, we’re going home,” he said with a certain lilt to his words, his lips curving up at the corners in a soft smile as he watched him slowly wake up. “There you go, up you go,” he encouraged, sliding an arm behind his back and easing him up so he could swing his legs over. “Can you walk?” he asked, meeting his eyes that were much more coherent than before but still dazed and tired.

“Yeah,” Buck nodded, swallowing before resting his hands on Eddie’s forearms and slowly pushing himself up, feeling Eddie push his arms back into his hands to help him.

“Okay nice and easy, if you push it, I’m leaving you here,” Eddie said, tacking on the threat on the end to really drive the point home about taking it easy and going slow, something Buck was supposed to be doing but hadn’t gotten the chance to actually do with all the events that had occurred.

“Like you would leave me behind,” Buck scoffed, coughing afterwards and groaning at the pain that caused him. He held onto Eddie tightly as he limped, his bad leg dragging a bit and making it harder to walk.

“Let me help,” Athena said, coming up on his other side and draping his arm over her shoulders. “We’ve got you, don’t worry,” she assured, raising an amused eyebrow at him when she saw his slightly awed expression. “What?” she asked incredulously, her neck craning back slightly in exasperation. “You act like you’ve never seen me before,” she teased, laughing when Buck smiled and shook his head.

Together, they got him into the car, Eddie and Buck both thanking Athena and getting waved off as she went back to Bobby.

Buck was half asleep before Maddie had even started driving, Christopher’s lolling head on his shoulder as he continued to sleep soundly. Maddie looked in the rear view mirror and saw Eddie with his head tilted back and his mouth open, dead asleep as well. She turned her head to the right and smiled brightly at Chimney, her boyfriend returning the sentiment and stretching his arm over the middle consul to rest his hand on her thigh.

Eventually, Eddie got Christopher into pajamas and tucked in bed— his bed, because he wasn’t letting him out of his sight any time soon. He then turned to Buck and slowly helped him out of his tattered and wet clothing, helping him to bed before going around and getting in on his side. He kissed both of their heads as he laid down and draped an arm over them, making sure the covers were up properly and that they were sleeping soundly.

He could’ve lost both of them today, and that thought terrified him. He had been worried out of his mind— and he still was, he knew he still would be for the next few days at least— but now they were okay, healing, but okay.

For right now, as he watched the steady rise and fall of their chests, he thought, okay was enough for him.

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ON:E D2

Day 2 continued (even though there isn’t really a part one since TuMBlr DeLETed iT and I do not have the energy to try to recreate my thoughts, plus they wouldn’t be first impressions anymore since I’ve seen it already. Le sigh)

My Time is up first and I’m not prepared. My laptop even decided to quit the hell out of the website I was watching from, I assume in an attempt to protect me from 23 year old menace Jeon Jungkook. But the show must go on...

Ok I love the guitar move, I loved it the last two times and I love it now

No one come for me but his voice sounded a tad bit off when he first came in

I say this with love because my eyes and ears are peeled for injuries and strain and it is 2000007191819% believable that jk went too hard on day 1

But you know he’s right back on top again when the backing vocals come in and it sounds like a recording 😍 that’s my boy

I SEE TIDDIES I REPEAT THERE ARE TIDDIES ON THE SCENE

This choreo is impeccable

And I say that having seen it thrice and had my eyes peeled for the footwork and hand work because jk can Dance with that real good technique

You can almost touch the hours he’s put into this performance

Can you tell I’m avoiding the sexual nature as long as possible because I am

The leather fit was better for the thighs I’m just gonna say it

I like the red (and spoiler: the fact that he and jimin switch colors) but I reeeeeally liked the leather

My gawd those shoulder moves he’s so aggressive with it I’m 😳

The fact that his entire chest is out is absolutely sending me off the deep end, I am losing it, I have lost it

This sure is a...pectacle

Insert Jin windshield wiper laugh here

Jeon jungkook has pretty broad shoulders...and an itty bitty waist...and he’s throwing it in my face I’m like damn

Ok the backup dancers are lovely, and I like the symbolism of jk being followed by shadowy strangers, his every move inspected and copied

Imma say it: I liked day one hair better

I AM GASPING FOR BREATH JEON JUNGKOOK STOP IT RIGHT NOW I SAW ABS AND A WHOLE FRICKIN SHOULDER PUT THAT AWAY YOUNG MAN

I am keeping my eyes on the prize there is more to come I gotta stay cool but his THIGHS ARE A SIREN SONG AND I AM HELPLESS

That vocal run oof 😍😭 and right after that intense dance nonsense

Ok Santa I’ve had enough, all I want for Christmas is to squeeze jk’s thigh. Just one. Just for a moment. That’s all I ask.

I see sweat 👀 I’m not gonna say the thought I’m having I’ll scandalize you

FILTERRR JIMINNNN FUCK ME UPPPPP

Ok so he has his first note and immediately spreads his legs what am I supposed to do here jimin

His shirt is thin and almost missing as many buttons as mr doesn’t-know-what-buttons-are-jungkook so HOW does he do the outfit change later...we’ll find out

THE ROBE yes this is better this is the one heck yeah new fave

Jimin is Carmen right now (if you know you know) this is my ultimate goal

His hair...I said I was obsessed on day one but tousled is 😍 I love silvery jimin

And yes his eyeshadow is perfection absolute chef kiss Gordon Ramsay is on his knees praising this five star look

The lift and the half fall with the backup dancers is even MORE chef kiss ughhhh I’m so glad I’m watching this again to catch the details (and now I can pause lol)

Oop I caught a glimpse of those hand tattoos hello

Yeah jimin said “jk isn’t the only one with a chest”

HOW the outfit change was FOUR SECONDS OR LESS I COUNTED

I am literally yoongi looking at jhope doing hip thrusts right now. Hand over mouth, phone fallen to the floor, my entire life in shambles. Jimin has brought literal tears to my eyes how is he this potent even through a screen

Potent is the word, he is an actual SIREN like what

Jimin get over here I want you

And now I’m soothed with Jin 😌 thank you

THE PINK SHIRT nvm I’m not soothed I am a massive fan girl

His hair is also perfection, the whole vibe is It

Jin’s voice is sweeter than the WWH kisses he blows to the audience all the time 😭 omggg

I really do love that shirt, the sleeves are so fun and pretty and flowy

The little prince theme is killin me ahh

Things I want after this concert (since part 1 was deleted I’ll repeat myself...thanks tumblr I really love that you deleted valuable notes): jimins ripped sparkly pants, jungkook’s thighs, jimin, Jin’s shirt

HOLY HELL THAT HIGH NOTE

Jin are you sure you’re human I see no flaws, pretty suspect if you ask me

What?!? The song is over already? Excuse me?

Probably because I had to keep taking breaks from jk to breathe, and jimin to regain some control of my brain cells

The way tae does lil kid things as an adult

Not just on stage but I was reminded by that lil finger wave, this absolute cutie

The way he holds a mic is 👀 this man really does everything differently and somehow makes anything look damn good

What’s cuter, this kid or taehyung’s smile right before the chorus??? Impossible choice?

NOPE it’s the way tae makes those little faces at him and pats his head and you hear army in the background 🥺😭😭

His high notes at the end? Are they all trying to murder me with these vocals? Vocal line doesn’t REST

EGOOOOOO I think I need hobi in a red car for the rest of my life

How am I supposed to stay calm when you look That Good, hobi?

This choreo is so much fun ahhhhh I wanna dance but I’m definitely not good enough to learn this on the fly

The lil woah

Ripped jeans hobi 😍

Skipping hobi is an absolute joy, a bit of sunshine everyone needs to witness, the cure to what ails you, the light at the end of a long day, I sob

His joy is seeping through the screen he really is sunshine

He can really make any dance look easy, that’s such a skill

I mean these leg moves? I know they’re hard, or at least tricky, and he just? Does them? And makes my brain think they’re easy because he’s just doing them so naturally? What a lie he’s just gifted beyond this dimension. And also practices to perfection so there’s that

Tae is seriously shaking his booty right now lol

I know the boys always make fun of suga’s rap during boy with luv but I really love it

Jin’s so happy 😊 they’re all excited and having so much fun

I’ll never stop screaming over bts harmonies. Jk can actually turn anything into a masterpiece he blends so well with everyone, goosebumps every time I forget about a harmony and get surprised and ughhhh yesss

Jimin doing the ego dance lol this cutie

See I’m not crazy, they really are so happy on stage 😭 they’re all glowing and now they’re gonna talk about it I better not cry I’m too tired for that

Mmmmm Joonie wearing necklaces is 👌

All of their hair looks stellar oof

DNA choreo is one of my faves (who can watch them and say they’re not amazing performers, seriously)

Yasss Jin goooooo

Dance line really knows how to take and grab my attention like...I’m addicted to them

The hobi center part at the end though 🥳

I love the old songs, I’m always smiling when some of them come on idk

It makes me happy that bts still like performing their old stuff, like...we enjoy it but so do they

SUGA ON THE THRONE WHERE HE BELONGS #king of swag

You know it’s an old song when rapper jk reappears, and y’all know how much I love rapper jk *cough* ddaeng *cough*

The baseball is weird not gonna lie

Ooh little groovy jhope

Jimin seriously considered yanking his shirt up, I saw him think about it 😂 but shirt still tucked in

NEVER OVER THIS DANCE BREAK

Ok usually my jaw drops over jhope NOT NAMJOON excuse ME whAT

This should be ILLEGAL SIR, ILLEGAL

Ok yeah jhope has my jaw dropping again how does he move like that

😳😩🥵 red alert, that smirk is worth calling 911 to put out a fire because Hot Damn

I love jimin’s voice ok I love it

The closeups on heavy breathing sweaty bangtan are actual threats against my life

Not sure I have a pulse anymore

Can anyone in bts perform cpr I think I need it

Ok nvm jhope’s intro in spring day is the virtual version, I’m saved

What excuse me park jimin you better be ok go drink some water bb

Jin forehead I see you, worldwide handsome on full display

Gahhhh hobi vocals simultaneously kill me and bring me back to life

Also harmonies with rapline and vocal line (suga and jimin are lovely omg)

IDOLLLLLLLL YASSSSSS QUEEN

jk is totally doing sound effects lmao

I like how tae has the bandana around his bicep again (they totally stalked the internet and found the thirst, it’s the least practical thing, he’s only wearing that for one reason lol

They are the MOST HYPE how do they just keep going my introverted ass is in awe

Jk like move y’all are in my way this is my moment get out of it ahahaha

Wait how did I not notice tae put the bandana on his head

It must be a pain in the butt to clean up all that confetti

Encore song is only for army 🥺 these are the most precious boys i swear

Jimin fixing jhope’s hair...I thought I couldn’t uwu any harder but I can

Apparently I can uwu even harder because jimin saying he’s not gonna cry and smiling so big his eyes turn into smiles too I’m the softest for one man and his name is park jimin

President joon, I’m happy too 😭

[vavarekings]

2020 Beginner’s Guide to VAV:

Hyung Line: St. Van, Baron, Ace (top picture, left to right) Maknae Line: Ayno, Jacob, Lou, Ziu (bottom picture, left to right)

VAV

VAV stands for Very Awesome V-Rangers because they are Very Awesome Voices, Very Awesome Visuals, Very Awesome Vegetables

fun fact: Jacob came up with the VAV hand gesture because he’s a Very Awesome Virgo

shows: VCAM (vlogs of their daily lives, updated weekly) | VAV’s Apartment (1) (2) (3) | PromiSINGER (1) (2) 

SNS: FanCafe | YouTube | Instagram | Twitter (staff) Twitter (members) | Facebook | Tumblr | V Live

fan chants: Venus | ABC | She’s Mine | Spotlight | Señorita | Thrilla Killa | Give Me More | Poison

VAV also have their own free app for android and ios where they do weekly live chats with live eng subs! you can also buy merch there

all of VAV are Big Boys, most members are over 6ft. Lou is the tallest at approximately 6′3″ and Ace is the shortest at approximately 5′10″

Title Tracks

2015: Under the Moonlight

2016: Brotherhood | No Doubt | Here I Am

2017: Venus | Flower | ABC | She’s Mine

2018: Spotlight | Gorgeous | Señorita | So In Love

2019: Thrilla Killa | I’m Sorry | Give Me More | Poison

Members

(Everything mentioned is 100% true but I didn’t link my sources because most aren’t in English.)

St. Van: leader, vocal

real name: 이금혁, 金赫, Lee Geumhyuk. “Geumhyuk” was given by his father and it means “shines like gold”

born December 22, 1991. currently 28 years old (international age)

originally from Daegu, South Korea but spent about half of his life in China

immediate family: father, mother, younger brother

fluent in Korean & Mandarin

predebut life: he originally planned on being a chef and studied culinary for a year. his parents influenced him to pursue music as a career. he trained for 4-5 years and debuted with VAV in 2015

future dreams/goals: first win on a music program. wants people to feel happy and refreshed when they think of VAV’s music

composed and wrote almost all of the Korean lyrics in VAV’s I’m Sorry

ideal type: someone small who can fit in his arms. someone he can comfortably talk with. prefers long hair instead of short hair. prefers someone sweet instead of someone charismatic. prefers skirts instead of dresses

Baron: dancer, vocal, visual

real name: 최충협, Choi Chunghyeop

born April 19, 1992. currently 27 years old (international age).

originally from Osan, South Korea

immediate family: father, late mother, older sister

family life: he was very close with his mother, her nickname for him was “Little Prince.” as a child, his mother often had to buy him new pants because he would rip the knee areas from playing so much [lol little Roni was so cute]. his father’s birthday is on Christmas and his family used to celebrate both occasions by going to church on Christmas day and giving him a cake. as a child, he used to wish for large packs of colored pencils for Christmas

fluent in Korean. likes learning languages and speaks beginner-intermediate level English & Japanese, he’s self-taught

predebut life: he chose to become an idol because his mother inspired him by always playing music for him as a child. Yoo Seungjun was one of his biggest inspirations. he studied singing and dancing for two years then in January of 2012, Baron was a barista who wanted to become a trainee so he submitted an online application then went on an audition program in May of 2012, he passed because of his dancing skills. he later joined One Million Dance Studio and originally trained to be a choreographer. in 2014, he became a temporary backup dancer for girl group Minx. he debuted with VAV in 2015

future dreams/goals: domestic success by getting a first win on a music program in South Korea. international success by ranking on the Billboard music chart

Baron’s audition tape, solo projects, and favorite music are listed here

in December of 2018 he revealed his entire skincare routine, it’s listed here

he’s a really sweet, generous person. a small compilation of some of his best moments can be found here

he’s also very playful and likes to push people’s buttons. a few examples of his sense of humor can be found here

some basic facts about him can be found here

a profile card he filled out can be found here

baron is ambidextrous, he favors his left hand for cooking/chopping/cleaning/writing but can use his right hand for everything as well. he plays right-handed guitar

ideal type: someone with big, pretty eyes. “because I am human too, I will also look at their body” [asldkfjslkjf bARON OMG] someone honest. someone punctual with strong self-discipline. prefers dresses instead of skirts. he once picked Selena Gomez as his ideal type amongst celebrities

Ace: prince, vocal

real name: 장우영, Jang Wooyoung. it means “give and help. live a prosperous life”

born August 28, 1992. currently 27 years old (international age)

originally from Anyang, South Korea. went to high school in Seoul

immediate family: father, mother, older sister

family life: it was once revealed that Ace talks to his parents everyday

fluent in Korean. beginner-level English

predebut life: as a student, his hobby was dancing so he decided to become an idol. he trained for 5-6 years and debuted with VAV in 2015

future dreams/goals: first win on a music program. in 2018, he said he’d like to be married within 10 years time

he started learning to play guitar for Señorita and has kept going with it ever since

he gave himself the nickname “Prince” and said the national flower of Prince Ace-land is a red rose

he wrote/composed VAV’s Sweet Heart by himself and published it after working on it for over 8 months. he made it to express how he feels about vampz. baron said he paid close attention to ace as he worked on this song and was very impressed with Ace’s hard work, he’s proud to be a member in the same group as Ace.

ideal type: someone cute with a bright personality, likes tall girls. someone he can exercise with. prefers someone younger instead of someone older. pays more attention to someone’s body instead of their face. prefers dresses over skirts. he once picked love over friendship. he once joked that, because he often goes to the hospital, it’d be good to marry a doctor so he saves on medical expenses [lol what a virgo].

Ayno: rapper, vocal, dancer, visual

real name: 노윤호, Noh Yoonho

born May 1, 1996. currently 23 years old (international age)

originally from Ansan, South Korea

immediate family: father, mother, older brother, younger sister

family life: when he was a child, his future goal was to be a good husband because he viewed his father as a good role model. as a child, he used to wish for a dog for Christmas

fluent in Korean

predebut life: Ayno was a child actor (he’s been in multiple commercials and had a minor role in Boys Over Flowers) who decided to pursue music. was a trainee for about a decade. participated in No.Mercy but was eliminated in the 9th episode. he debuted with VAV in 2017

future dreams/goals: first win on a music program. in 2018, he said that he would like to be a father with a family of his own in 10 years time

apart from his instagram, he also has his own SoundCloud

his solo projects and favorite music are listed here

Ayno composed/wrote most of the lyrics in Touch You, here’s a full English translation of the lyrics

Ayno partially composed Runway and wrote the lyrics for it. he wrote some of the lyrics in VAV’s ABC, Flower, Give It To Me, Señorita, I’m Sorry, Touch You, Give Me More, Un Poco Más (Remix), 119

Ayno’s very witty and playful. VAV once said that Ayno’s pranks are 19+. a small compilation of his sense of humor can be found here

ideal type: someone hard to get. prefers skirts over dresses. prefers someone older instead of someone younger. once picked work over love

Jacob: vocal, rapper

real name: 张朋, Zhang Peng. he favors this spelling of his name, he even has a bracelet with “Zhang Peng” engraved on it!

born September 7, 1996. currently 23 years old (international age)

originally from Hubei, China

immediate family: father, mother

family life: when asked what he would like to pass onto his children he said “my love. so much love. I will love you most.” [he’s so sweet >.<]

fluent in Mandarin. advanced-level Korean. basic English

predebut life: his trainee period lasted about a year, he said it went smoothly and encountered no major problems. he debuted with VAV in 2015

future dreams/goals: wants to meet more fans and wishes for VAV to last a long time and do well on music charts

apart from his instagram, he has his own tiktok and weibo

solo projects: Jacob debuted as a solo artist with his song Love Night and was featured in Xiao’s Trouble. in 2017 he starred in the movie “The Dreamer on the Catwalk”

Jacob has a cold, stoic appearance at first glance but once he starts talking he’s very cute and is often seen giggling and clapping for his members. He also has a very blunt and witty sense of humor, shown here

Jacob has said that, because he’s a Virgo, he’s very detail-oriented and helps the other members during their practices. Ziu said that whenever they do something wrong Jacob corrects them by speaking perfect, fluent Korean yet when they correct Jacob he suddenly doesn’t understand Korean. [i love him hahahah]

ideal type: someone cute with a pretty heart. prefers skirts over dresses

Lou: rapper, vocal

real name: 김호성, Kim Hosung. it means “shining star”

born December 21, 1996. currently 23 years old (international age)

originally from Seoul, South Korea. spent some time in Atlanta, Georgia, USA as a child and four years in the Philippines as a teenager.

immediate family: father, mother

family life: he’s very close with his mother and often goes out to eat with her

fluent in Korean. advanced-level English

predebut life: he originally planned to go to university but was scouted by an entertainment company and trained for 3-4 years. he debuted with VAV in 2017

future dreams/goals: first win on a music program. he’s interested in acting and has already been in a web-drama. wants VAV to be remembered as a group that always puts out good music

solo projects: was in the web-drama Lemon Car Video and released the single Good Night

he wrote a few of the lyrics in ABC, Gorgeous, Give It To Me, Señorita, Thrilla Killa, I’m Sorry, Touch You, Give Me More, Un Poco Más (Remix)

ideal type: someone with a caring, mother-like personality. someone who can cook well. someone pretty. prefers skirts instead of dresses

Ziu: vocal, human maknae

real name: 박희준, Park Heejun. it means “happy and shining”

born June 16, 1997. currently 22 years old (international age)

originally from Seoul, South Korea.

immediate family: father, mother, older twin sisters

family life: he’s close with his mother. once when he was asked to pick someone as the most handsome member of the group he picked himself because “my mom says I’m the most handsome” [lol what a cutie]. has said his father works with the USA army [I’m assuming he means that his father works with an American military base in Korea] and that’s why he understands some English.

fluent in Korean, beginner-level English

predebut life: he was inspired to become a singer when he was in middle school and watched a performance by Rain with his mother. he trained for 5 years and debuted with VAV in 2017

future dreams/goals: first win on a music program. visit Area 51. try out other music genres such as ballad pop

solo projects: was featured in Ayno’s Don’t Sleep

ideal type: someone with prominent facial features (eyes, nose, jaw) like him. prefers skirts instead of dresses. prefers sexiness instead of innocence [...ziu O.O ]

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Cash: puppy maknae, beloved little sister

real name: 캐시, Cash

born December 22, 2018. currently 9 years old (dog years)

originally from China

breed: Shar Pei

immediate family: 7 older brothers (St. Van, Baron, Ace, Ayno, Jacob, Lou, Ziu)

family life: Cash is very loved amongst VAV, she has been spotted watching their music show performances and observing them practice. St. Van likes to gently pet Cash to help her sleep well

fluent in Korean, Mandarin, & English (Cash runs a Twitter and Instagram where she interacts with vampz in multiple languages [uwu she’s the world’s cutest and sweetest puppy uwu])

life before VAV: cute puppy living in China

future dreams/goals: live happily with VAV, see VAV’s first win

Cash doesn’t like broccoli

Cash is sometimes bullied by Spirit but Cash is kindhearted and still loves Spirit