#and alright is already a huge feat for him

[mariocki]

Robert Shaw acts as the Pimpernel's loyal right hand man, Lord Anthony Dewhurst, in The Adventures of the Scarlet Pimpernel: The Hostage (1.1, ITP, 1955)

[honeydazai]

୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬  sharing a bed with them 𓏸

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

content: pre-relationship bed sharing, flirty/mildly sexual implications

It's truly unfortunate that, while on a mission for the Agency, you have to share a bed with DAZAI — or so you think, at least. He doesn't share the sentiment in the slightest, instead smiling as innocently as possible the moment his gaze falls onto the single bed in the hotel room booked for the night. While he pretends to offer you the bed, he'll guilt-trip you about the couch being way too short for his long legs and about his back already aching until, eventually, you give in and share it with him.

Naturally, he gets into your space more than necessary at night, pretending he's asleep while cuddling close to you, given how, then, you can't cuss him out for wrapping an arm around your waist and burying his face in your neck, breath warm against your throat. It's worse that he knows if you won't get any amount of sleep whatsoever, much too busy with fighting off arousal while he's pressed flush against your back.

“Hm? No, it's alright. I don't mind taking the couch. What kind of man would I be if I let you sleep on there? Still, it's just — it's way too short and hard. Couches this uncomfortable shouldn't exist, really. I doubt I'll be able to get even a wink of sleep tonight, what a shame.”

When there turns out to only be one bed in the hotel room you're supposed to stay in for the night, CHŪYA doesn't even hesitate before offering you the bed, immediately going for the couch instead. He won't accept any protests either; no matter whether you're worried about his comfort or just think it's polite to refuse his offer, he won't allow you to spend the night on a sofa. He's not making a huge deal out of it and, if you keep being annoying about it, he gets more and more exhausted by the minute.

Eventually, he might give in to the idea of sharing the bed. He has no trouble keeping to himself — or so he believes, because, once he's actually asleep, softly snoring into your ear, he's moving wildly, one leg eventually thrown over your body, arms stretched out. If you mention it to him in the morning, his cheeks flush soft pink.

“Hm? The fuck you mean, you'll be taking the sofa? Definitely not. I'm already here — and I don't mind. Go lie down and get some sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow.”

RANPO, the very moment he steps foot into the room, decides he wants the bed to himself. The idea of taking the couch doesn't even cross his mind; instead, he makes his way over to the bed all too quickly, though, when you end up either glaring at him or asking him to share, he just shrugs.

Really, he doesn't make too big of a deal out of sharing a bed, not even seeming a little nervous at the idea of lying down beside you for hours on end. Meanwhile, at night, he cuddles up close to you — actually asleep, unlike a certain someone —, arms wrapped around you, for once completely unaware of you being all flustered because of him. In the morning, it'll be like nothing happened, even though you can't quite stop thinking about

“What are you looking at me like that for? I said we can share. If you're hoping to have it for yourself, tough luck. I was here first, just saying. Just get in or move to the couch already, I'm tired.”

All of FYODOR'S decisions are based on logic; this one is no exception. If the bed is large enough to fit two people, it's large enough for the two of you to share — though, if you feel like taking the couch instead, he won't protest. That's your decision to make, after all.

While actually sharing the bed with him, it's basically like you're alone in there, anyway. He doesn't move when asleep, doesn't make a sound; it's all too easy to imagine he's not even there, even though, occasionally, a dark strand of hair might brush against your face. What you don't know, however, is that he, at night, while you're fast asleep, he takes the time to watch you up close, lilac eyes tracing over every plane of your face.

“I do not mind sharing the bed with you. I hope you feel similarly. We both are adults, are we not? I doubt this will be an issue. Just lie down.”

NIKOLAI is undoubtedly amused by the idea of sharing a bed with you. He doesn't waste a single thought towards either of you taking the sofa instead; nonsense, just why would you do that? There's a perfectly fine bed right there, and surely both of you are mature enough to share one without any issues, right? Wrong.

He makes a point of being as obnoxious as possible, cuddling close to you the very second you lie down. It doesn't help that he's both tall and strong, his arms closed around your waist so you can't even try to get away or up, and he makes a point of whining whenever you attempt to squirm away. It's going to be a long night.

“What's the matter? Why are you moving so much? Stop it, I won't be able to fall asleep this way. Or — ah, are you trying to rile me up on purpose? That's naughty of you, sweetheart.”

SIGMA immediately makes a beeline for the couch the second he notices the dilemma of having a double bed rather than two separate ones booked. He won't even discuss the topic with you; he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable or forced to sleep on a sofa, so he'll do it instead. There's no whining or guilt tripping from his end; he simply accepts his fate for the night. There's worse things to endure.

If you're incredibly serious about convincing him, however, he might just give in, even though his cheeks feel a little warmer than usual when he lies down next to you, making sure there's an appropriate amount of distance between the two of you. If there's anything he doesn't want, it's you thinking he's trying to be creepy after you've decided to trust him — he probably ends up barely getting any sleep, just because he's worried about accidentally getting too close to you.

“Are you sure you're alright with this? I really don't mind spending the night on the sofa instead. ... Well, if you're sure — thank you.”

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[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

Reasons why Sylus and MC’s Love is Strong and Enduring

The Front Side

Their relationship may have started in a wrong foot but they gradually (specially MC) come to terms that Sylus will constantly be at her side.

In “No Way Out” and “Radiant Brilliance” Sylus, the ever elusive and strong leader of Onichynus has no problem is showing weakness with MC. This is huge considering Sylus reputation. Being vulnerable and open is not something easy for a man like Sylus, but he let MC see every side of him.

Sylus is the first LaDS men to ever directly tell MC that he loves her and proves it to her in every way possible. (Source: Razor Grip)

Sylus is a man of confidence and conviction. MC is not very fond of him at the beginning (Nor he is fond of her) but I don’t feel that they genuinely hate each other. More like irritated and frustrated. But after all of the things ended in Sylus’ branch of the story, Sylus gradually but firmly makes his way to MC’s life. He always makes sure MC is alright and got everything she needs.

The memory “Wild Gaze” and “Melodic Weave” Is probably where Sylus gets the “sugar daddy” label. He really doesn’t mind spending his fortune with MC.

The Back End

They are on the opposing end of the society. Let’s not forget MC is a Hunter and Sylus is a wanted person of her organization. But romantically involved or not, MC never spilled anything about Sylus upon her return to Linkon from the N109 Zone. From this perspective, MC might be eternally grateful that she was able to return home, but this is huge for her. Considering she is all about being a hunter that not even Zayne is able to stop her from doing dangerous missions, her keeping secrets of Sylus whereabouts ans dealings is no easy feat.

Secret Dates and Escapades Shenanigans. This is one of the best tropes Sylus and MC have. The thrill of not to be caught together adds flavor to their relationship. We can see this on both “Melodic Weave” and voice call “Keep Distance”. Yes, Sylus couldn’t care less about what happened to him but MC is clearly not comfortable in the idea of them being seen together.

Given the conclusion above, they both still makes efforts to be together. And one of my favorite moments of them was during the “Riverbank Scenery” Phone Call. Sylus have to send a”suspicious” letter just to invite her out. And the fact that he called their meeting as a “rendezvous” instead of a date adds to anonymity on it and also heartbreaking. They may not directly say it,but they cannot be seen together. Which is why towards the end of the call, Sylus almost pleadingly ask her to stay with him longer.

The Consequences. By the time the we get to the “Razor Dance” memory, it’s clear that MC already has feelings for Sylus. But they are still keeping things a secret and I feel that the deeper reason for this is MC’s situation. What will happen to her once they are found out? MC might be branded as a traitor and lock her up. I know that Sylus will do anything and literally everything to save her but the real question is, will he risk it? I know for a fact that MC will not die but if the association finds out about it, she might be facing a problem same with what Ever Group is posing. MC has a very valuable asset and there is no guarantee that the Hunters Association will not take advantage of her as well.

The Conclusion

MC do not show any signs of giving up being a hunter or ever leave Linkon. She mentioned it in all the memories under the Wander in Wonder Event. She really hopes to return to Linkon and she misses her home. In the same event in the “Grassland Romance” with Sylus she asks him if he ever consider living in Linkon so they could always meet up and he readily agrees. With this we can assume the extent of Sylus love for her. He is willing to give up everything for her and be anything for her.

But although MC is not ready or willing (Depends how you take it) to give up being a hunter or leave Linkon, we cannot ignore the danger she is putting her self in every time she meets with Sylus. MC inviting him to live in her hometown can be taken as she wants him being in a more peaceful environment to keep him safe.

Their love story ma not be easy flowing but it’s not toxic. It may need a lot of effort, but it doesn’t make it less true. Loving Sylus can be a pain but it’s still rewarding.

[lady06reaper]

Requests you ask for 👀.

I shall give. Viking x Reader

Where said character(s) react to their wife having to defend their children from a bear/forest creature. And easily defeating it. Going from complete deadly killer to momma bear who's hugging her sweet children close.

Love a feral momma bear. - marshmellow

So I really only see this prompt as Bjorn and Ubbe with the kid part BUT since Ivar has a special place in my heart I'll write him with kids as well

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU FENDING OFF A CRITTER TO SAVE YOUR CHILDREN

THIS IS THE LOOK YOU GET YOU AND YOU CHILDREN ARE STRUGGLING TO HAUL A BEAR CARCASS TO KATTEGAT

LIKE WHAT!?

Bjorn was definitely worried, like why was his beloved and their children carrying a dead bear? Are yall alright?!

"Wife! Are you okay? What happened?" Bjorn rose from his seat on the porch and ran over to you and your kin.

You huffed and threw the bear's head and front arms down to the ground, your kids followed suit and laid down on the ground with the dead bear.

"What happened, Bjorn, is that we were hunting and this foul, loathsome, lowlife, bear thought he could harm us. Jokes on it, we're having a feast tonight!" You roared so all of Kattegat could hear you, everyone around cheered in delight.

"That is quite a feat Y/N," Bjorn looked down at the bear and got a thought. He took your hand and led you up on the porch of the great hall, your children followed their dad up there with you. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my wife once more as Y/N Bear-Killer!" Bjorn raised your hand up with his as everyone celebrated and congratulated you. Your kids hugged your legs as their congratulations to you, you bent down and embraced them. Everyone, including the woodland critters, knew now not to mess with you, especially your children.

Out of the corner of Ubbe's eye he saw you and your children hauling a moose in a pull wagon... or at least trying to

First of all, you didn't have the pull wagon when you left so when did you come back and grab it?

Second, WHERE THE HELL DID THE DEAD MOOSE COME FROM?!

He had to do a double take on it to make sure it wasn't an illusion by the Trickster God Loki

"Love! What happened? Are you and the children alright?" You sighed and dropped the handles to the cart, the moose slid off of it to the ground. Your children were small enough to sit in the moose's antler, so sit they did, tired from helping their momma.

"I'm fine, nothing but a long soak with herbs won't fix. But this here moose is obviously not alright for it is dead, a punishment for attempting to hurt us," You stretched out your sore and tired muscles, that soak was really starting to sound good.

"Oh my brave, yet crazy wife, I'm glad you are alright, but when did you get the pull cart?"

"Oh that? We borrowed it from a farmer nearby, by the time we would've came here and back to the carcass it would've been already claimed by the wolves," you shrugged as if it was self-explanatory. You beckoned your kids over to you by kneeling and opening your arms, they ran towards you and as soon as they reached you, you picked them up in your arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, your very strong children and I would like a bath and a nap. Go ahead and clean the moose, we feast tonight."

You turned on your heel and walked towards the long house, leaving a shocked Ubbe staring at your back. Did all of that really just happen?

I feel like Ivar would get horny if he knew you took down a huge ass wolf (which explains the second pic)

like the first one is "Wow, my wife took down that wolf, who's almost as big as Fenrir? Damn that's hot"

The wolf slung across your shoulders was heavy, but you had no other means of carrying it, and the pelt would make a nice cloak or blanket for your kin. You walked through Kattegat with your child in tow, they were concerned for your wellbeing, but you assured them you were fine. Ivar watched as you hauled the wolf up to the long house, not bothering to get up knowing you were as strong as Freyja. You dropped the wolf at his feet and fell into his open arms and lap.

" It seems you had an eventful hunt, love," Ivar wrapped his arms around your waist, but before he could get comfortable your child crawled up into your lap, it's a good thing Ivar can't feel your combined weight, only the presence.

"Yes, indeed we did, what do you think little one? Should we use the pelt as a blanket, or turn it into a cloak?" The child pondered before saying their answer. "Blanket it is then," you kissed their forehead and let them go. "Now run along and go get Uncle Bjorn, he'll help you turn the wolf into a nice blanket." You smiled as they slid down Ivars legs and ran to get Bjorn.

"Are you alright my love?" Ivar looked over your upper body as he rubbed circles into your lower back.

"Yes, husband, nothing like a good back massage won't fix," you leaned into his touch, being comforted by Ivar was definitely something you needed right now. Ivar gave you a mischievous look through his eyelashes.

"Instead of a massage," he started. "How about I break your back?"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just Friends: Missed Shot

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

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Summary: you and Bucky go on a double date.

It’s giving

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The pumpkin patch is bustling. Your excitement is palpable as you approach the archway wrapped in vines and bundles of straw. Hay stacks mark a low barrier and there are tables covered in jugs, jars, and all sorts of goods as vendors show their wares. 

As you enter, you latch onto Bucky’s forearm and point across at a flying pumpkin. It splats against a huge board, hitting the ring marked ten on the painted bullseye. You squeal and jump up and down. 

“Oh my gosh! Bucky! Look!” You say. “I wanna do it!” 

“I don’t know. We came here for pumpkins...” he says. 

Your heart drops and you look him in the face. His cheek dimples as his lips curve slightly. His beard is thicker and adds shadow to the angles of his face.

You hit his shoulder and release him, “ha ha. Very funny.” 

“You’re just so easy,” he muses and pushes back his hair. 

“You need a hat,” you say. 

“I don’t like ‘em,” he argues. 

“Yeah but it would keep your hair out of your face and your ears wouldn’t be so red,” you stick your tongue out. 

“Maybe I like my hair in my face,” he shrugs. “No one wants to see that.” 

“Oh, boo, don’t be such a grump,” you sneer. “Fine, how about you pick out a pumpkin and I’ll go hit the bulls eye!” 

“Ha, you really think you can?” He snorts. 

“I’m gonna try,” you declare. 

“Well, I have to see this,” he stomps ahead. 

You scurry to catch up with him, “you know, you can’t brag if you do better. You’ve been trained at hitting targets, so...” 

“I see. Already making excuses,” he chuckles. 

“No, I’m just saying, like it’s not big feat, because I’m like a civilian or whatever,” you argue. 

He stops at the end of the line and you come up next to him. The laughter and oohs and ahs as another pumpkin flies fill the air. You look over at the splatter and gape.  

“Oh, man! You shoulda brought your friends,” you say. 

“My friends?” He glances at you. 

“Sam, Steve, they’d probably be better competition,” you bounce on your toes. “I’m so excitedddddd.” 

You almost growl the next word as you move with the line. He laughs again. “Nah, they’re lame. They don’t like this stuff.” 

“Really? Sam seems... I don’t know. You would know,” you cross your arms and sway. “Oh! Pies!” You look over at a nearby table. “Definitely getting one of those. AH! Apple butter.” 

“Focus,” he snaps his fingers. “We haven’t even smashed a pumpkin.” 

“I’m focused,” you insist as you swing back. 

One of the workers in their overalls comes over and you pay for your go. You’re handed a pumpkin as you move up into the queue for the next shots. You peek at Bucky. 

“You wanna go first? Show me how it’s done?” 

“Nah, you go ahead,” he grins. He’s mocking you. 

“Whatever,” you step up as the signal comes.  

Another worker helps you hook your pumpkin in the sling and gives you tips on how to shoot. They step back and you pull on the elastic cords. You plant your feet as you lean into your shot and narrow your sights at the board. Lower. 

You let go and land on your butt as the pumpkin goes hurtling. You sit and watch in awe as in spins and splats against the board, just on the line between the center rings. You throw your hands up. 

“Whooo! Beat that, Barnes!” You holler. 

“Barnes,” he appears next to you and offers his hand, his own ammo under his arm. “Since when you do call me that?” 

“Your turn, Sergeant,” you challenge as he brings you to your feet. 

“Alright, alright, watch it,” he turns and a worker comes to help him. They don’t have to explain as much to him.  

You stand aside and watch his easy stance as he aims and draws taut the cords. He lets it go and it flies straight and true, though it hits the same orange spot left by your own shot. You let out a guffaw. 

“Tied,” you say. 

“What do you mean?” He steps off the platform and approaches you, “I was aiming for your mark, not the centre.” 

“Sureeee.” You roll your eyes. 

“If it makes you feel better, it can be a draw,” he smirks. 

“It doesn’t make me feel better, it’s the truth,” you frown. “Jeez.” 

“Ah, come on, Dreamy, I’m only kidding.”  

“Yeah, well, it’s not very funny. I did pretty good.” 

“I know. You did. Great shot, kid.” 

“Kid?” You huff and twist on your heel, “whatever. You win. You always win.” 

You stomp up to the table of pies and smile at the women behind it through your agitation. They don’t deserve to feel the consequence of his behaviour. It’s not just the slingshot, that’s nothing. It’s everything. He always has to be better than you. 

He’s braver than you, he doesn’t scream on the rollercoaster. He’s stronger than you, wealthier than you, older, wiser, everything better than you. He’s so much better than you that he couldn’t just be nice to your friend. You still haven’t gotten a response from Charlize despite your apologies. 

“Dreamy,” he mutters as he steps up beside you. 

You’re silent as you lean in to read the handwritten labels; blueberry crumble, apple crisp, pumpkin cream, maple tarts... 

“What do you want?” He asks. “My treat. That pumpkin spread looks interesting.” 

“I can pay for myself,” you insist. “Excuse me, ma’am,” you say to one of the elderly sellers, “can I have a tin of the apple butter and this pumpkin pie. Thank you.” 

You get out your coin purse and hand over your only bill. You wait for your change before you collect your goods and don’t wait for Bucky as he orders the spread and a pie of his own. 

When he catches up to you, you’re glowering at the group of kids taking a picture with the skeletons band; The Rolling Bones. It would be funny if you felt like laughing. He sighs as he sets his feet. 

“Look, Dreamy, it’s only a joke--” 

“I don’t care about the dumb pumpkin,” you turn to him with a pout. “I’m mad at you.” 

“You are? For what?” 

“You ruined the date. You didn’t have to like Charlize but you could’ve been nice, you know? Just for that night.” You snip. 

“I... I was--” 

“No, you weren’t. And now she isn’t even my friend,” you say. “Maybe I shouldn’t have tried and I’m sorry for making you do that but you can’t just bring me coffee and expect everything to be fine. It’s not fine.” 

“Dreamy,” he winces. 

“Take me home.” 

“But... we haven’t even got a pumpkin--” 

“I don’t care. I don’t want to be here. With you.” 

“Please, we can talk after and--” 

“Fine, you don’t want to drive me, I’ll walk,” you harrumph and turn away. 

You march across the grounds and hear him following you. You know he can stop you but he won’t. He’s not an Avenger here. He’s just a stubborn old man. 

“Hey, you can’t. You’ll be walking for days--” 

“I don’t care.” 

“I know you care, Dreamy. You care about everything--” 

“I do! I care about you and you ruined it!” You snap over your shoulder as you pass through the gates. 

“Dreamy, I--” He grunts as you speed up and kicks gravel as he follows. “I’m sorry.” 

“Too late. I’m mad. I’m real mad. I don’t think I’ve ever been this mad!” You nearly shout as you charge through the lot. “Leave me alone.” 

“I can’t--” 

“Leave me alone!” You screech and refuse to look back. “Don’t talk to me, Bucky Barnes.” 

He stops. You hear his heels crunch on the ground as he plants them and you keep going. You’re not entirely happy he listened. You know you’re not being practical. You’re all the way out in the middle of nowhere. Yet, you’re too upset to care. 

[aealzx]

Letting the drape over the infirmary entrance drop closed to muffle some of the external noises, Don made his way to the kitchen to finally oblige Mikey’s demand to feed everyone. It was normal to have a commotion coming from the room, so he wasn’t surprised at the noise of boisterous chatter filtering out from the entrance. Especially since it looked like Casey and Mom April were there early, already seated at the table and asking questions.

“Actually, the Donnie is the feisty one.”

Don reached the kitchen entrance as Raphael responded to Casey’s comment, Raphael’s voice saturated with amusement at the fact. Don hadn’t caught what Casey said before, but it was easy to hear him now.

“What? You gotta be kidding. Don is the hot head in their family?” Casey gawked, looking over at Don in disbelief.

“Not a hot head, just aggressive. Kid totally bit through someone’s arm and broke the bone. It was awesome, if not for the fact it was some scientist treating him like a lab experiment,” Raphael corrected, folding his arms. If it weren’t for the situation Donnie and Lil Mikey had been in many of their feats would have been subject of quite the boastful conversation.

“You’re kidding!” Casey gawked again.

“Not even. We saw it on camera. He was completely restrained and then just chomped down on some lady’s arm and didn’t let go even though she punched him in the nose. It was impressive,” Mikey chimed in, semi miming some of the actions. “They’re both crazy strong. AND the Leo. He showed up a little while ago, and get this, the kid can teleport.”

“Okay I don’t believe that. They’re not superheroes Mikey,” Casey retorted, wrinkling his nose a little. Teleporting mutant turtles? That sounded like something that would be from the Justice Force, not the sewers of another world.

“‘Course they aren’t. Lil me said they’re actually super soldiers. Like Cap’n America and Winter Soldier. Sick, right? The lil guy can totally fling those giant mechas around like they’re baseballs,” Mikey countered, hopping up to lean across the table with a huge grin.

“Are they alright?” Mom April asked yet again as Casey took Mikey’s taunting bait and jumped up to tackle him. She was looking up from where she was helping Junior with some mash Mikey always had on hand these days, and seemed more concerned about the visiting groups’ health than their abilities.

Giving a bit of a sigh that was a mix between amused and exasperated, Raphael looked over to Don, gesturing a hand at him to answer. Maybe if the doctor of the house answered she would finally be reassured that the kids were going to be fine. “They’re alright,” Don assured confidently. “They’re all sleeping now, I don’t think they got much lately. But their wounds have been taken care of, and they seem comfortable. All four of them are here, and they even have their version of you with them too.”

“Me?” Mom April sputtered slightly, having not thought about the possibility. She was definitely more assured of their state now that Don gave her an answer along with the others, making room as he took a seat on the other side of Junior as her.

“Yeah, she’s nothing like you either,” Raphael laughed, rocking back on two chair legs after Leo chased Mikey and Casey out of the kitchen before they broke something.. “She’s a spunky lil gal. Fresh out of highschool it seems, and could probably crack my skull if she wanted to. I almost thought she was an alternate Angel instead.”

“It seems to run in the group. They’re all a lot more… brazen than I would expect. They don’t seem to have much discipline,” Leo commented, noting that many of the comments so far about their guests had been about how rambunctious they were.

“What makes you say that?” Mom April asked. She knew Leo had always been the one of the brothers that was more strict about discipline, following Master Splinter’s teachings the closest. But over the years he’d become less prone to associate an abundance of energy with lack of discipline.

“We fought their Leo a bit when he first came here – there was a misunderstanding that got cleared up – but his movements aren’t refined. It’s almost as though he was self taught,” Leo pointed out, having to quickly reassure Mom April that there hadn’t been too bad of a skirmish.

“You noticed it too, huh,” Don voiced his agreement. “We all had Master Splinter training us since we were kids, but Leon seems to only recently be getting some sort of structured tutelage for his martial arts.”

“He fights like he learned from watching movies,” Raphael huffed, amused at the thought. “It’s surprising he’s figured out how to make it work.”

“He does seem to learn fast though. I wonder what he would have done if you had actually shoved him off,” Don added, his mind wandering off to consider the possibilities.

“You let him catch you?” Leo’s incredulous voice snapped as he rounded on Raphael, a scolding lecture quickly rising.

“Duh,” Raphael snorted, narrowing his eyes at Leo and leaning away from him. “The kid’s a toothpick. You really think he could keep me pinned like that?”

The retort only served to rile Leo up more though, and he smacked his hands on the table to lean over Raph. “Oh, that’s great. So what was your plan if he actually slit your throa-”

The words were interrupted by a piece of chicken from Mikey’s stew smacking him in the side of the head. As both Raphael and Leo blinked in surprise they broke off their conversation to look towards the source of the launched food only to see Don giving them a pointed stare. He didn’t have to say anything. They’d had this lecture from him many times before. Walking them through their word choice barrier that only caused fights instead of helped. It caused Leo to shrink down in his usual embarrassed retreat as he forced himself to reanalyze his distress and word it in a way that Raphael would understand better.

“.............. You scared me,” Leo finally muttered, keeping his gaze elsewhere. “I thought…. I didn’t want to see you gushing blood from your neck.”

Oh. So that’s what it was. Like always Raphael didn’t see how the previous lecture connected to what Leo admitted, but he still understood by now that this was just the way Leo reacted. Blinking as the dots connected in his own brain, it was Raphael’s turn to shrink in mild sheepishness as he fully realized what could have happened. Sure, Don could have taken care of the injury if it had happened. But was it worth the mental and emotional distress he would have caused the others? “...My b-.... Sorry,” he responded, equally muttering and switching for words he knew Leo took to heart better. “I guess I was just more focused on getting the kid to stop moving and calm down.”

It made sense, and Leo let out a sigh as the tension from that fight finally eased away into his normal pool of anxiety over possibilities and not actualities. Letting himself droop forward a bit, Leo awkwardly knocked his forehead against Raphael’s shoulder to let him know he accepted the apology and reasoning. As Raphael raised a hand to roughly pat the back of Leo’s head, Don exchanged a soft chuckle with Mom April over the interaction while Master Splinter hid a smile with his teacup. With the bubbling argument abated, Don pulled them back to thoughts that had returned to his mind after one of Raphael’s comments

“Speaking of getting Leon calmed down,” Don spoke up, grabbing their attention. “I think Leon suffers from traumatic flashbacks.”

The sudden shift into a more sensitive topic caused the others in the room to still, and Leo quietly pulled a seat over to settle in. Raphael shifted uneasily, making an uncertain connection that he had to clarify. “...Like the waking dreams Leo sometimes had after Shredder’s men put him in a coma?” he asked, feeling a little bad for mentioning it when Leo fidgeted.

“Yes, but I think they’re worse,” Don answered, forgetting his half eaten meal in front of him for now as he started to explain his reasoning. “When he was attacking us it was calculated at first, but I noticed at some point something happened and he got… frantic. His attacks had more force behind them and were less structured. Almost like a panicked fight response to keep from freezing up. I thought it was weird at the time, but it wasn’t until he was with Lil Mikey that I had the thought he may have had a flashback. It was quiet, but I heard Lil Mikey asked Leon ‘are you here?’ And when I mentioned everyone’s concern about a secondary mutation I noticed he was using a grounding technique while April answered. Pressing his fingers into his arm to distract himself.”

The revelation caused an uncomfortable silence to fall over the room. But Don remained quiet as well to give them time with their thoughts. There was no rush anyway, they had time. 

“....... So… what? We can’t exactly ship him off to the Ancient One like we did with Leo,” Raphael was the first to speak up, having already run through his own thoughts and not finding an answer to why Don was bringing this all up.

Don had to give a bittersweet chuckle at the thought, and shook his head. “Nothing serious. I just wanted you guys to be aware of it. I know we don’t know them very well, so it’ll be a little hard to tell if he’s not acting like himself. But, if he suddenly gets violent again for no apparent reason I just want you to realize he probably doesn’t recognize it’s you.”

“.... Fair enough,” Leo agreed, still trying to figure out how he felt about the whole topic. He didn’t think the same ‘fix’ for his own issues would work with Leon. But he also didn’t think it was appropriate for them to ask why he was having flashbacks either. There was a question that bubbled up in his mind that he ended up asking though. “...Are any of the others affected as well?”

Don seemed mildly surprised at the question, and had to pause when Raphael voiced his own thoughts that had sprung up with the question. “Mikey said the scars on Donnie’s back were also from their version of Shredder. You don’t think it was caused by the same dude, do ya?”

It was an unexpected fact to hear, but Don just switched his surprised expression for a soft smile. “Not unless Shredder has been harassing them until just recently,” he admitted. “The scars on Donnie’s back are a few years old already. But the ones on the other three; the scars on Leon’s legs, the crack in Leon’s shell, the piece missing from Raph’s shell, his scarred eye, and the… rather odd burn scars on Lil Mikey’s arms are all only a few months old. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were from the same event… And I also wouldn’t be surprised if the others were similarly affected in their mentality. We’re already seen how protective they are of each other.”

Hearing that the scars the teens had were almost all fairly recent gave Raphael a bitter taste in his mouth. While one part of his mind argued that they had seen similar injuries when they were teens, the other part of his mind argued that it didn’t matter, they were still way too young to have to go through something like that. “...The little guy did deliberately avoid talking about his arms when I asked,” he commented, not sure if that was support for or against the possibility of Lil Mikey having trauma like Leon. And he ended up giving a frustrated sigh and rubbed his head. “Man, I feel like I’m gonna have to walk on eggshells around them now. So what? Am I not allowed to ask anything to them now?”

This time Master Splinter was the one who answered, setting his empty cup down and rising to walk over and place a hand on Raphael’s shoulder. “You have always been instinctually aware of the nuances of childrens’ emotions. Trust your instincts, don’t overthink it, and I’m sure you’ll be fine. And remember, an uncomfortable emotion is not necessarily one to be avoided,” he assured, giving Raphael a pat when Raphael’s shoulders relaxed and he gave Master Splinter a reassured smile.

Then Master Splinter turned to Leo, resting a hand on his shoulder as well. “And my advice for you is to have patience. Continue to allow them to come to you instead of you running to and chasing them, as you described to me before.” And then his gaze shifted to Don. “Donatello, be careful with your vast, and wonderful knowledge. Remember that the mind cannot often be treated overnight. Try not to overwhelm them.” Don hadn’t been expecting to be given his own warning. But after Master Splinter mentioned it, he realized that he very easily could have ended up stressing the kids out by unloading too much information on them to try to help. As he sheepishly scratched his cheek Master Splinter looked to Mom April as well. “For our dear April, I suggest giving them their space when they need it. Affection can sometimes be the perfect medicine, but from a stranger sometimes it can only serve to cause distress instead of comfort.”

“...Thanks Master Splinter,” Mom April responded, also appreciating the caution she hadn’t even considered she’d needed.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to make sure those two hooligans haven’t destroyed any furniture or bones. There has been enough surgery for one night,” Master Splinter sighed slightly, giving Leo another pat before he shuffled out of the room, walking stick thumping against the tile.

The three sons chimed in with their own vocal gratitude and well wishes, and after Master Splinter was out of sight Raphael heaved a sigh and flopped onto the table. “Man. Thirty years and he still somehow has the best advice.”

“You said it,” Leo agreed, feeling a mix of relief and also chagrined by what felt like having his flaw called out before he’d even made a mistake.

“Mhmm,” Don chimed with a hum and a nod, returning to the rest of his dinner turned breakfast. “...Do we still have orange juice?”

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Huuuuaaaaagh why does time pass so freaking fast sometimes =<= I totally got caught up in 2 new projects |D that's why the longer delay this time. Wys got me into trying to make a doll of my OCs, and then I started designing a cosplay outfit to try out.....

Anyway 8'D enjoy a little 03 fam only section. Baby Jones having red hair was picked by Wys not knowing what she was choosing between red or black for X'D He's also wearing a dinosaur onsie, compliments of Don.

[angstflavoured]

Alright, here we fucking go 🗣 starting off with the Wheatley backstory infodump. I'll do each core individually first and then explain all their relationships at Aperture after 😁

Growing up, Wheatley lived in a SMALLL small town somewhere smackdab in the depths of England. The population was only a few hundred, so he only knew a handful of people his whole life. There weren't too many options of who to choose to know and be friends with. His home life was pretty unremarkable--Christain parents who weren't too religious, went to church on Sundays. Put Wheatley through Sunday school. He got decent grades, parents loved him well enough, if just a tad neglectful, but nothing awful. 

He was freakishly tall from the start, very lanky and scrawny. Knowing so few people and not having a lot of friends, he ended up fairly sheltered. He never knew a lot of conflict or struggle, though people did pick on him for being stranger than most.

As he got older, he tried reallyyy hard to follow trends and be stylish. He wanted to date, but it was hard when there were so few girls in town and everyone knew each other basically since birth. With his upbringing, he was a bit of an asshole 😭 pretty misogynistic and sexist and entitled. Overall he was just a pretty big loser, and not a very nice one at that.

Finally near the end of highschool, he became friends a girl named Millie. She had a really hard time making friends too, and ended up getting close with Wheatley more so just due to lack of options and loneliness. Wheatley wasn't interested in her romantically because he insisted he could do better, and joked about this pretty vocally to her--things about her boring personality and her weight. Despite his attitude, they stayed best friends even after school ended. 

Despite Wheatley being very insistent he would never get with her, as they matured, she got in a lot better shape and became a lot more social. She blended in better with crowds and made a lot more friends, looking and feeling a lot happier. Wheatley, despite trying 5 times as hard, could never do the same. He stayed with her still as his only real friend, though she didn't invite him out much because he made people uncomfortable. 

Somewhere along the way in Wheatley's mind, he convinced himself that him and Millie were actually already sort of dating and acted as such even though she clearly wasn't interested and they never properly talked about it.

Then one day, she finally landed herself an actual boyfriend and Wheatley BLEWWW up at her. They got in a huge fight and Wheatley called her all sorts of horrible things, told her how she'd led him on for years and dragged him along and this was all her fault and she was an awful person--and Wheatley wholeheartedly believed every word.

It was after then that he decided he needed to start completely over if he wanted to get anywhere. He was going to move to ✨America✨, land of dreams and American Women. And American women LOVED a man with an accent.

It wasn't a year later that he left everyone he knew behind and fled the country. He could hardly hold a job back home, only managing to stay at where he was because his mother knew the manager. In America, it was no easy feat. He was constantly getting fired for being generally unlikable and being bad at most things. On top of that, it was even harder to blend in with people over here. No one wanted to talk to him for more than a few days, and he was more lonely than ever. Unfortunately, he didn't have the money to fly back home even if he wanted to. He was stranded here and forced to make the best of it. 

Eventually, he decided that it was kind of over. He was just about to hit 40 and was VERY well still a virgin and hadn't even ever properly dated anyone, if anything was going to happen it would've happened already. Not to mention he couldn't even land a decent friend. Trying so hard to fit in was getting exhausting. He needed to just buckle down and get a job and swear off women for the rest of his life if he wanted to get anywhere. Ultimate incel grindset arc 😑😑

That's when he landed his job at Aperture. It was nearly impossible to get fired from and had more than enough hours. He started dressing like himself, stopped shaving, stopped trying so hard to find anyone to bring into his life. Though deep down, he still has a deep, carnal desire to be liked and known by someone. 

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 28

anakin x reader

A/N: Hiii- just so u know this chapter is pretttty long and very plot heavy- just wanna remind yall im not a medical professional lol so sorry any misconstruing of info (i tried my best)!! i hope u all enjoy! i’ll explain more abt the chapter in the notes at the end :)

it’s a month before the baby is due and Anakin gets some news that may alter your future

warnings: cursing, pregnancy, liver failure, hospitals, whump, medical procedures, birth

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September 26th 

It had only been a few weeks since you and Anakin were wed and his health had already deteriorated significantly.

He was now at the point where he was only able to leave the house to go to his weekly check-ups at the hospital.

When he was at home, he tried to be more active and help you out, but you insisted that he take it easy… you wanted him to meet the baby and it seemed that he didn’t have much longer so you didn’t want him to rush the process. 

His pain levels changed with every hour, though some days were worse than others. After his episode on your wedding night he had to start setting alarms to remind him to take his pills so that the medicine would be working at the optimal rate it could. 

He headed your requests for him to “take it easy” but he still did so much for you (much to your chagrin).

At dinner he would get up from his chair to help you ease into yours, he would run bath’s for you and sneakily clean up the kitchen while you bathed, and he would stay up with you when you couldn’t rest. 

You really couldn’t ask for a better husband. 

As for you, the baby was really taking a toll on your tired body- Taking care of yourself, your baby, and your husband was a difficult feat.

Somedays you wanted nothing more than to roll over and not wake up, but you were never in those moods for long. 

Today was no different- You woke up with sharp pains in your lower back but brushed them off, you had been having them all week. Rolling your eyes, you got out of bed. 

Anakin was sitting stiffly on the sofa with one of his mechanical arms wrapped around his side. He was in pain. 

“Ani?” you said, barely above a whisper. 

He turned his focused gaze towards you and his furrowed brows softened, “Hey Angel- how’d you sleep?” he asked in a strained voice. 

You didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched when he tried to shift into a better position. 

“Not too well, but I’ll be ok. How about you? Are you alright?” you asked, walking towards him. 

He quickly nodded before you came closer, “Yea-’m ok, I just need to take my pills- I’ll get them in a minute” he said through gritted teeth. 

“I’ll go get them for you, Ani,” you said, turning towards the kitchen.

Before you knew it, his cool metallic grasp held your arm and made you shiver. 

“No!” he exclaimed before clenching his eyes shut and sucking in a sharp breath. 

“No, I’m ok- you need to rest baby” he said, attempting to guide you to the couch as he hoisted himself up. 

You were about to protest when you felt an uncomfortable sensation in your lower abdomen, 

“Shit!” you exclaimed, gripping the armrest on the couch. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, rushing from the kitchen, pills still in his clenched hand. 

“Nothing- just a harsh kick” you said, attempting to suppress your grimace. 

Anakin didn’t leave. 

“I’m ok Ani, really” you said before he nodded and went back to finish taking his meds. 

The baby had been moving a lot lately, but your doctor said it was normal for babies to be more active if the mother was under stress (which you definitely were). 

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“I’ll see you in a few” Anakin waved as he headed out the door with his jacket to meet Ben at his car. 

Ben and Ahsoka had been taking turns driving Anakin to his weekly appointments since he couldn’t drive himself and it wasn’t safe for you to drive either. They had been a huge help and you would never stop thanking them. 

“Bye Ani” you said before kissing him one last time.

The ride to the hospital was mostly silent between Ben and Anakin, save for the radio that played classic 2000’s hits. 

“How have you been feeling?” Ben asked as he pulled into the hospital’s parking lot. 

“Peachy…” Anakin lamented blankly. 

“I’m being serious Anakin,” Ben sighed.

Anakin took a deep breath, “honestly I feel worse by the day but I don’t want to tell her- she already has enough on her plate…”

Ben’s brows furrowed and he stroked his beard.

“Ben, I don’t know if i’m gonna make it to the birth-”

“Don’t think like that Anakin” Ben cut into his friend’s thoughts abruptly. 

“You’ve got to have hope”.

Anakin nodded silently before allowing his friend to help him out of the car and into his wheelchair.

Anakin could still walk, but it was better for him to conserve the little energy he had.

Of course, he absolutely hated using his chair- but it was the best option. 

The clinic was abnormally warm today and Anakin was getting uncomfortable in his sweatshirt. Ben sat in the chair next to the exam table Anakin was laid up on; head rested against the wall and arms crossed. 

“You didn’t have to stay Ben, I’m sure the news is going to be the same as always” Anakin sighed, staring at the ceiling. 

Anakin’s usual doctor had just taken a few samples to run labs on; a routine procedure for him- all there was to do was wait around for the results. 

“I didn’t want to just leave you in here, It’s perfectly fine Anakin” Ben smiled. 

Before Anakin could answer the doctor knocked on the door once more; in his hand a thick pamphlet along with his usual clipboard. 

“Mr. Skywalker…We have some unfortunate news…” 

Anakin felt his stomach drop- he didn’t expect there to be good news, but he didn’t expect anything other than the ordinary either.

“Yes?” he asked with a waiver in his voice. 

“I’m afraid you have developed acute liver failure… This is when a patient develops sudden and severe liver failure without a history of long-term liver disease. In these cases, an urgent liver transplant may be their only life-saving treatment. And from what your labs are showing- a transplant may be your only saving grace, sir”.

Anakin’s eyes closed, he needed a moment to process this. 

“Alright, how long do I have?” 

The doctor sighed, “There really is no telling sir- but not long…not long at all. Most likely in the next two weeks”.

Ben sat up in his chair, “So what are we going to do for him? There are at least seventy slots before him on the donor list!”

The doctor turned his attention to the bearded man; “We are admitting him to our hepatology and gastrology ward to monitor his condition- we will keep him here as long as we can and try to find a donor that matches his needs.”

“So what I'm hearing is you’re going to stick him in a room and hope he doesn’t die before you can find a plausible liver?” Ben argued but Anakin stopped him. 

“It’s fine, Ben,” he said before directing his attention to the doctor, “I don’t care if I’m miserable, please just try to keep me alive long enough to see my wife deliver our baby.”

“Of course”.

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You were lying on the couch scrolling mindlessly through your phone when Ben’s number flashed across your screen.

Odd, he usually wasn’t the one to call. 

“Hello?”

Hey- umm, we have some bad news. 

“Oh…Oh God-” you sat up immediately. 

Anakin’s condition has turned into acute liver failure and he is in the final stages… He was admitted this afternoon and probably won't-

You heard Ben sniffle on the other line as your own tears dared to fall. 

-won’t be going home again

You felt your world spinning and you had to brace yourself on the couch arm, “Can I see him?- I want to see him,” you said firmly, rising to your feet. 

“No, Visiting hours are over for the day” you could hear the frown in Ben’s voice.

They closed around the time he was finally admitted, so I didn’t even get to see him- but I have his stuff, want me to drop it off?

“U-umm does he need it?” you asked, hoping to delay the blow of reality. 

No

“C-could you just hold onto it for now?”

Of course

“Thank you” you said before hanging up quickly. 

You tossed your phone on the other side of the couch and covered your mouth with your hands. This was real- not just hypothetical dates and times… He was really at the end.

As much as you didn’t want to, you just couldn’t hold back your agonizing cries.

Anakin would really be gone soon.  

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You had a terrible night sleep and felt like absolute shit- not only were you worried about Anakin, you couldn’t get a grasp on the pain you began to feel through your body.

Thankfully Ahsoka was supposed to come over in a while for lunch and to take you to see Anakin at the hospital.

About an hour after you had gotten yourself together for the day, you heard a knock on the door and Ahsoka came in with two to-go boxes. 

“Hello!” she said in a sing-songy voice, “How are my two favorite people doing?”.

You weakly laughed, “not two just yet! But it sure does feel like it's gonna be soon” you exhaled as you rose to your feet. Ahsoka always knew how to lighten a mood. 

“Are you feeling alright?” she asked, putting the food on the counter. 

“I’m not sure, I’ve been feeling off this week- It’s probably just normal pains though” you said, joining her at the table. 

“How are you feeling about…” she began.

You bit your lip and attempted to keep your smile. 

“I’m… not great, but I’m just hoping for a miracle. I-I just need Anakin to be ok” 

Ahsoka nodded and rubbed your upper arms. 

“I understand- I.. Just know that if you need anything or help when the baby comes- please never hesitate to ask”.

You hated that she spoke as if his fate were already sealed, but it mostly was. He had been living with a failing liver longer than he would have admitted to (especially evident in the fact that he never asked for the extra labs on his liver because of his past of alcohol abuse) since he just was trying to ignore the facts until they just went away (they never did). 

“Thank you Ahsoka, It really means a lot” you said, before you felt another sharp pain in your lower back. 

“Woah, are you sure you’re alright?” 

You nodded with gritted teeth, “Yea, It’s fine- Probably just slept wrong” 

“You sure? I can take you to the clinic if you’re worried” she offered.

“No no, I think I’m fine- let's eat!” 

The boxes had just been opened when you felt another jolt of pain shoot up your spine. You shut your eyes and clenched your jaw. 

Ahsoka sprung to your side and placed a gentle hand on your back, “Hey! Are you sure your-” 

She was cut off by your labored breathing; your chest heaved as you slid your chair back. 

“I-I think I just need some… fresh.. A-air” you said, getting to your feet. 

She shook her head, “I think you should stay seated” she coached.

Your world was spinning as pains washed over your body; you focused on your breathing and eventually got yourself to a decently normal cadence. 

You got up to head to the bathroom to splash some cool water on your face when you had to grip onto the sofa for support. You let out a painful cry and your eyes widened when you felt something wet running down your leg. 

Your water broke. 

“A-Ahsok-” you stuttered; you had barely processed what just happened when she was already by your side. 

“Ok- Ok, umm- Just breathe- I’m gonna get you to the hospital! It’s gonna be ok” she said, trying her best to stay calm. 

You nodded and closed your eyes to focus on controlling your breathing- This was really happening.

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Ben sat in the big blue hospital-grade chair beside the exam table; he was reading a history book Satine had gotten for him on wars of the past. 

Anakin was lying wide awake on the uncomfortable exam table; currently he was occupied with the small cracks in the ceiling- at least he was keeping his mind busy. 

Soon enough another physician came in to observe him; Anakin was just about over random people coming in and out of his room like a revolving fucking door! Why did so many doctors need to come in to tell him the same verdict? Wasn’t hearing that he was “gonna to die soon” once enough?!

They began talking him through what the last few days may look like and if Anakin needed someone to talk through his emotions with (He thought that was stupid- why have someone else tell him how to read his own fucking emotions?) .

The doctor left to grab something (again) and Anakin turned to Ben. 

“Do you think Snipps is bringing y/n over soon?” he asked tiredly. 

Ben looked up and shrugged, “I assume so, they probably just got a late start”.

The doctor came back in and began to drone on about some other “experimental treatments” when Ben’s phone started to ring. He excused himself and went into the hallway- it was Ahsoka.

“Hello?” 

Hey Ben! So um… we’re not gonna make it to visit Anakin today- y/n’s water just broke and we’re on the way to the hospital now. 

“Maker! She isn’t due for another four weeks!” Ben exclaimed.

I know- Skyguy wasn’t picking up. Just let him know what's going on. I’m pretty sure she wont be up there to see him anytime soon though.

“Alright, I’ll let him know, be safe- And good luck y/n” Ben said before hanging up and swiftly making his way back to Anakin’s room. 

Ben quietly knocked but urgently entered the room; the doctor and Anakin’s focus both shifted to him. 

“Ben, You alright?” Anakin asked- he could read the worry all over his friend’s face. 

“Anakin… y/n has just gone into labor”

Anakin’s eyes widened and he sat up abruptly before grabbing his side in pain. 

“Woah, take it easy Mr. Skywalker” the doctor informed, placing his steady hands on his patient’s shoulders. 

“I need to see her!” Anakin exclaimed, trying to push himself up. 

“No, you don’t need to overexert yourself, you’ll just worsen your condition”

“Doc, she’s a month early- I need to be there for my wife” Anakin protested, pushing himself off of the examination table. 

Thankfully he was already wearing his prosthetics today; even though it wasn’t recommended he was allowed to wear them some days (much to his physician’s displeasure). 

The doctor ignored his protests and kept him sat. 

“Sir I cannot let you leave, you are my patient and I need to look after your wellbeing and exhausting yourself by going all the way to the maternity ward is not in the interest of your physical wellbeing!”

Anakin’s gaze hardened and he looked over the physician’s shoulder to Ben, “Is she alright Ben? Maker-Please tell me she’s alright” he begged. 

Ben gave a sympathetic look before sighing, “I’m not sure, Ahsoka didn’t give many details”.

Anakin threw his head back onto the plush table and let out a defeated sigh. 

“I am very sorry Mr. Skywalker, but I need to continue your exami-”

Anakin shot up again, this time with all of his strength. His eyes conveyed desperation, sadness, anger, and worry as he wrapped a mechanical hand around the doctor’s wrist.

“We both know my condition is a death sentence- unless I miraculously get a donor in the next week, I’m not gonna see the end of the month. So hear me when I tell you I will not sit idly by when my wife is scared and alone giving birth for the first time. I will not leave her feeling like i didn’t care” Anakin physically shook with emotion. 

Ben came to his side and tried to talk him down; even if he disagreed with the doctor’s order, he was the more level headed between himself and his friend. 

“She is my wife and I will be by her side to see our baby born- even if it’s the last thing I do, at least I was there with her and left her knowing I'd come when she needed me.” 

The doctor’s own eyes began to water once he was released from Anakin’s hold, but even so he shook his head, “I-i’m truly sorry sir, B-but I do not-”

“I could drop dead any fucking day! Can you not just let a dying man be there for his wife?! For Goddsake, my wife is delivering four weeks early?! She’s probably terrified down there!” he practically screamed.

The doctor looked to Ben for guidance but only found the bearded man casting a disapproving gaze his way. 

“He will find a way to leave regardless of what you prescribe” Ben warned. 

Finally, after a moment of contemplation, the doctor nodded and shortly left the room, “I hope you realize, this is not a wise decision- I will have to refer you to a different physician”. 

Anakin’s eye twitched at the man’s words, it was basically a “fuck you” to him. But he didn’t care, what he cared about was getting to you. 

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Ahsoka drove like a madwoman to get you here quickly; once you arrived you were taken from the emergency room to the maternity ward. Ahsoka wasn’t allowed to come into the room with you, so she was left pacing the waiting room nervously. 

Another wave of searing pain washed through your body as you clenched your eyes shut. You bit back a scream and clawed at the hospital grade mattress beneath you. 

Maker, you were never doing this shit again. 

Your whole body trembled as you let out a strained cry. You weren’t due for another month- why was this happening now? Was the baby going to be alright?

After another cry you managed to get one of your many questions out.

“W-Where’s Ana-anakin?” you huffed out to a nurse (who definitely had no idea who you were talking about).

“What’s that darling?” she asked, trying to be as comforting as she could.

“My h-husband, Wh-where is he” you asked desperately- your mind was in a whirr and you were not thinking straight. 

“Does he h-have his legs on? Or d-does he need my help-” 

“I’m sorry mam, I don't understand?” she offered. 

You were about to speak again when another sharp pain nipped at your lower back; you groaned and pushed your head back into the pillows behind you. 

What if Anakin wasn't coming, what if something happened?

You trembled in pain and fear- this was all new to you and you were alone…

After what felt like ages another midwife came in to assist- she seemed more experienced than the first one; once she saw your scared state she immediately went to comfort you. 

“ts all gonna be alright, Hon. We’re gonna fix you up with some pain meds and make you as comfortable as we can- The baby ‘s gonna be alright ‘n your husband’s comin’ soon- just try to breathe'' she spoke with a warm southern accent that almost made it seem like what she was saying was true. 

You nodded and took one of the ice chips she offered you. The cold chip felt nice as it melted in your mouth; they provided some much needed cooling from your uncomfortably warm body. 

Your eyes were soon shut tightly from pain, “I-I don’t th-think I can do t-this” you cried as you braced for another rush of pain. 

In the moment the sensation reached its peak, the door burst open making you gasp; you couldn’t help the overwhelming sobs once you realized who it was. 

Anakin- he was standing tall and covered in the required scrubs; they fit him terribly and one of the other midwives had to hold them up as he stumbled towards you. 

“Angel!” he called once he was by your side. 

“Ani! You came?!” you exclaimed, desperately reaching for him. 

“Of course I came, Sweetheart, I wouldn’t miss it for the world” (and that was really true). 

“A-are you going t-to be ok? What about your l-liver?” you fretted over your husband’s condition. 

“I’ve got it taken care of, just focus on breathing for me, ok?” The calmness of his voice helped your worries subside.

Your eyes opened just enough to look over his worried features before you screwed them shut once more. You pushed your head into the pillow as your back arched in pain. 

“A-Ani” you cried as you grabbed onto one of his mechanical hands; good thing he couldn’t actually feel your grip because it definitely would have pained him. 

“Shhh- it's all going to be ok princess. you’ve got it” he said sweetly as he ran his other hand over your hair. 

“I-I’m sorry Ani” you sobbed. 

“No, no! What do you have to apologize for? Nothing baby- nothing” he said, pressing kisses to your temple. 

“The baby wasn’t due for f-four more weeks- I put them in d-danger”.

“What? No, they just wanted to come see us early- that's all. You’ve done nothing wrong” he tried to smile. 

He was a good actor, but you knew he was hurting just as much as you were. 

With what little strength you had left, you pulled him closer; “I-I’m scared…What if the baby doesn't make it Ani?”.

His brows upturned sadly, “Oh no, baby- don’t think about that now, you’re doing great and so is the baby”. 

Somehow his words calmed you (even though he wasn’t the least bit certified to be telling you these things).

You nodded and asked him to hold you closer and he did the best he could. 

You fell in and out of consciousness but were still able to follow the midwife's instructions. The whole time Anakin stayed by your side comforting you (and hiding his own pain from you). 

“She's losing a lot of blood” a midwife relayed to the doctor, who then barked some orders to another nurse. 

“Did you hook her up to the IV?” one of them asked.

“What?! What’s happening?” Anakin demanded, walking closer to the nurse at your feet.

“We’ll have to do an emergency C-section” the midwife said to the doctor, ignoring Anakin’s worried questions. 

“Is she going to be alrig-” Anakin started. 

“Sir, Please back away- we’re handling it.”

He was about to respond when you tugged weakly on his arm begging for him to come back. He bit his lower lip and quickly made his way back to you. Your eyes were unfocused and glassy.

“A-ani, I can’t- I c-can't-” you croaked out as your body began to wear down.

“It’s going to be ok Angel. It’s going to be alright, just stay awake for me” he repeated as he brushed the loose strands of hair out of your face. 

After a particularly painful contraction you fell limp and Anakin’s heart skipped a beat. 

“Y/n!? Baby, please wake up for me- please” he begged as he caressed your flushed face. 

He felt his tears falling- he never thought he would be the one to lose you.

After a moment your eyes hazily opened and closed; Anakin’s pulse was racing as he attempted to gain your attention. 

“That’s it Sweetheart! Just try to stay awake for me please” he cried as your eyes finally landed on him (thought they were still unfocused).

“A-Ani-”

A midwife began to unlock the wheels of the hospital bed; an odd feeling washed over Anakin and he stood still for a moment gripping onto the bed rail for support. 

“Sir, Please move your hand off of the bed” the nurse sternly asked. 

No response. 

“We need to take her into surgery right now. Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to-” 

Anakin collapsed onto the floor with a thud- the nurses initially figured he passed out from the stress of watching his wife give birth, but once he started clawing at his side in agony they realized it was something else.

You heard his painful howls and snapped back into reality (just for a moment). 

“Anakin!” you exclaimed as you watched him struggle on the floor beside you. 

“Sir- Sir what’s wrong?” one attempted to ask.

“He’s in the last stages of liver failure- He needs a doctor!” you cried. 

All you wanted was to go to him, but your own pain was immobilizing. The next moments were a blur; first they wheeled you down to the operation room- you cried on the way, begging for them to let you stay with Anakin (you were not in the right head space to be making any decisions). 

Anakin was left on the floor as they took you out of the room- was he ever going to see you again? He felt himself slipping away…

He felt the darkness clouding his vision. 

He felt… 

***

a/n: it’s getting hella juicy… i hope this chapter wasn’t too everywhere haha… i’m not gonna lie idk that much abt liver failure but i do know abt acute liver failure. the next chapter is gonna have some medical stuff too and some of it is pretty rare, ngl (mostly pertaining to the birth) just cause im a sucker for drama- so sorry if it’s not the most realistic (everything i’ll write in the next chapter is possible tho/ just in very specific circumstances hahah)

Also i’m not the best with timelines and not entirely sure how long some of these medical things last… oops- that all being said!!! thank you all for the support and interest in my story :)

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[astermath]

my muse.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: a short oneshot of steve's girlfriend painting him, and him being able to see his own beauty through your eyes.

word count: 1.1K

notes: got this cute idea out of nowhere, thought maybe steve would like to know how beautiful others think he is.

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“Is it done yet?”

Steve sits on a stool in front of the window in your atelier. The slowly dimming light of the sun setting illuminates him from the back, the lamp you have set up besides you letting you see him from the front.

“Almost Stevie, be patient.”

He’s been sitting perfectly still for over an hour. An admirable feat, to be honest. He’s not usually one for sitting idly at all, always fidgeting one way or another or wanting to move about.

But he’s been doing quite well. He wants to do well. For you. So you can do your thing.

He’s been secretly wanting to do this ever since he’s seen your paintings. You’re incredibly talented, something between a Monet and a Renoir. An incredible eye for colour and composition, but most of all, you like to paint people.

You do a hell of a job at capturing someone’s likeness, even through the lens of an impressionistic art style. Steve is sure you’ll make it big with your art one day. You told him most painters only get famous after they die, and that didn’t exactly sit well with him. He'd rather have you alive and famous, but mostly the first part.

You’d been going through a bit of an art block, and so you’ve went through your old sketchbooks. You realised there is a surprising, almost embarrassing, amount of drawings of your boyfriend in there. Like… Pages, upon pages. You’ve always thought he has this effortless, beautiful air about him that just made every pose look like it should be captured onto paper forever.

When you asked him if he wanted to model for your next painting, Steve's heart nearly leapt out of his chest. He's always adored your art, supporting you and your passion every step of the way, so to be immortalised on one of your canvases is a huge honour to him.

He was a bit nervous though. He knows you think he's the prettiest boy alive, and though he does think he's serviceable, he's not sure if he's painting worthy.

Still, who is he to deny his sweet girl of using him as a reference?

At first, it was hard. How in god's name do you capture someone as beautiful and complex as Steve Harrington onto something as simple as a blank canvas? You want it to be perfect. You want it to reflect the type of person he is. You want the adoring glint in those gorgeous brown eyes to come through, the dimple in his cheek when he smiles, the constellations of freckles and moles gracing his skin. In a sense, it has to be your best piece yet.

"Alright," you lean back for what feels like the hundredth time already, getting a good look at your work. You take a moment, deciding not to let your nerves get the best of you and not overthink it. The urge is there, but you'd feel awful about letting your boyfriend sit there for yet another hour.

"I think... I think I'm done." you put down your brush, clasping your paint clad hands together in your lap.

Steve perks up in that adorable way he tends to do when he's curious. "Really? Can I come see?"

You bite your lip, unsure once again if the painting truly reflects the beauty of its subject. You sigh, knowing nothing probably ever will. You nod, lifting your hand so you can beckon him over.

He can barely contain his excitement, breaking into a little jog as he makes his way over to you. His arm drapes over your shoulders as he positions himself besides you.

"Woah..." His eyes widen as he takes it all in. The entire artwork exudes warmth. A mix of yellows, oranges and pinks surround him in the way a beautiful sunset would, and his smile looks as if it could cure anything. The brush strokes are a bit experimental, but not messy. Nothing is accidental, every placement and detail has a reason. A purpose.

You nibble on the back of your finger, anxiously awaiting his approval. You find that the longer you look at your art, the more flaws you notice. Now you're conflicted. You just want to do Steve's pretty face justice.

"D'you like it?" You look at him, all nervous.

But Steve looks like he has stars in his eyes. And tears. Yeah, he's definitely about to cry.

"Stevie? You okay?"

He blinks a few times, a stray tear rolling over his cheek as he clears his throat. "Yeah, I, uhm-- wow, it's-- it's beautiful." He looks at you, those pretty eyes he loves, all confused at him.

"Are you sure?" you smile a little sheepishly.

"Peach..." He leans in and presses a kiss to your head. "I love it. It's beautiful. It's just, I... I'm amazed you think I'm so beautiful too."

"I just painted what I saw. 'N what you make me feel."

Steve feels like he's going to melt, your words fulfilling every bit of his loving fantasies. You don't even mean to, and yet you know exactly what to say to pull on his heartstrings.

"Makes me feel so appreciated. Thank you baby, I love it." He grins, all boyish excitement.

"Yeah, I love it too... I think this one's my favourite, actually." You look up and capture Steve's lips in yours in a chaste kiss. "Might have to frame it, hm?"

"I have a better idea."

"I'm listenin'."

"Could you paint the two of us? Like on that polaroid in my wallet?"

He's referring to the polaroid you took when you first met. It was a party, and you were both fairly inebriated. Somehow, you'd started talking, and you hadn't left each other's side all night, leaving the dancing to the others and instead opting to entertain each other. Robin captured the moment the two of you were stuck in a laughing fit together, and Steve has kept it in his wallet ever since. It warms your heart to know he's kept you with him even far before you two got together.

"Yeah, I can do that. What do I get in return?" You smile, faces so close your noses are still rubbing together.

"One million kisses."

"Hmm..."

"Two million kisses."

"You drive a hard bargain, Harrington."

"Three?"

"Sold."

"Sold."

"Good." you peck his lips, "better start that down payment now."

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[bite-the-bloody-hand]

6 SONG SOUNDTRACK (PART 3 - BLUEGRASS)

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following: 1. An event that defines your character's past 2. How your character sees themselves 3. How others view them 4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic) 5. A major fight scene 6. End Credits song

This is a very special mixtape. Today would've been my dad's 69th birthday (nice, pops) and in honor of him, this playlist comes from his personal record collection. I cannot stress enough that this man was a deeply closeted bisexual from Chicago who rode a horse exactly once and hated it the entire time. He was the farthest thing from a cowboy you could possibly get, excepting, of course, the loads of pot he smoked (and dealt), but god damn did he love him some country music. So here's to you, Mongo. This is the soundtrack for the gayass cowboy stoner action comedy epic you'd insist you only like for the soundtrack … kinda like how the Mapplethorpe flower print in your living room was 'just because you liked the flower.' <3

Spotify || Youtube music ||Part 1 - Disco ||Part 2 - Post-Punk GothRock

1 THE DOOBIE BROTHERS - Steamer Lane Breakdown [instrumental]

It's always about the leaving with Zell - running away from 'home' in Ustalav was the first huge decision he made for himself. He looks back on leaving with fondness, it was a moment of true joy, a wild and boundless freedom he hadn't felt in a long time.

2 EMMYLOU HARRIS - Born To Run

Well, I take the chances, sometimes I made mistakes But you don't get nothing unless you take the breaks Living is dangerous as dynamite Sure it makes you feel nervous, but it makes you feel alright Makes you feel alright

He's ambitious, but not so much competing with anyone else as competing with himself; finding out who he really is. He's impatient to find out what living really feels like.

3 GREGG ALLMAN - Midnight Rider

And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing And the road goes on forever And I've got one more silver dollar But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider

Zell's stories of being a wanderer travel as far as the rest of his more imposing reputation; the idea that he's a criminal on the run (not… 100% untrue), a vagabond and roving lover (also not 100% untrue he just didn't believe anyone else was as serious about him as he could have been about them) are romantic ideas that really catch on among the general public. He doesn't disabuse people of this, because he digs how cool it makes him sound and not like. A kinda pathetic loser who's terrified of commitment.

4 THE MARSHALL TUCKER BAND - Heard It In A Love Song

I'm the kind of man who likes to get away Like to start dreaming 'bout tomorrow today Never said that I love you even though it's so Where's that duffel bag of mine, it's time to go

I've always interpreted this song in a playful tone, like the singer has no intention of actually leaving. He's teasing the idea, but knows he's already so far gone that there's no way he's finding anything better down the road; after a certain point, Zell gets the same way. It takes the right kind of person to keep him off the road.

5 NITTY GRITTY DIRT BAND - Foggy Mountain Breakdown [Instrumental]

Zell can't count how many bar fights he's gotten in when this exact song was playing on the jukebox but it's enough that he has something of a Pavlovian reaction to it now.

6 WILLIE NELSON - Roll Me Up And Smoke Me When I Die* (Feat. Snoop Dogg, Kris Kristofferson, Jamey Jonson)

When I'd go, I'll have been here long enough So sing and tell more jokes and dance and stuff Just keep the music playing, that'll be a good goodbye Roll me up and smoke me when I die

One of the most exciting things about finding yourself and falling in love with life is accepting the end will come, and making sure it'll be a damn good party when it does.

*Our outsider track of the list - it came out a few days after Dad passed. This one's close to my heart for that reason especially. We did in fact smoke out and play this at his memorial, it was a wonderful goodbye. I'm getting high as hell at this very moment, in his honor.

[hacked-by-jake]

Hey HBJ, How are u? :)

as we are remembering things....CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT IN MOONVALE WE WILL BE ABLE TO READ FANFICS?? I keep imagining that Jake and MC became so famous that people created FANFICS about the two of them or about the Duskwood case itself, I was surprised by this decision by everbyte and I believe that they read a lot of fanfics from extremely talented authors in the fandom and want to somehow reproduce it in the new game.

(I imagine Jake reading these fanfics in the game and being embarrassed when he finds a hot one)

Hey Ho, dear Anon. Nice to see you here! Doing alright, I guess, thank you so much for asking. How about you?

Well, yes! Absolutely needed to remember. Tbh, after finishing episode 10, the last few days I really had to think about it excessively, I still don’t know what to think about it. I mean, I don’t know any game or similar that that has ever done this. It's so, wow. And also 'wtf' xD

And in fact, I have the same theory as you, which would definitely make a lot of sense, if not most sense. And that’s why I don’t know exactly what to make of it, especially, what fanfictions will they use? And how exactly it is going to be, ahhhh. It's crazy, definitely.

Another possibility would be that it is something like another forum, only this time for writers or something. Or another library-like thing. I mean, had this two things in duskwood. And finding some 'books' aka fanfictions there would be interesting as well. Or yeah, like in the forum, people shared their written things.

This is a huge mystery, tbh. I can’t believe Everbyte just dropped that question and then didn’t mention it ever again. How can they do this to us? 😭 It's truly tormenting my thoughts. xD

However, I am also a bit afraid of how it will be and how exactly it will turn up. I mean, this could get a lot of people into fanfiction who don’t know or appreciate this kind of creativity. I feat it could also lead to hate for the authors or for people making jokes about it etc. So I really hope everything is going to be careful with it.

And also, gosh, if they read fanfiction... PLEASE NO. I mean, I don’t know if they know about tumblr and the fandom but just imagine it is... WAHHHHH. A bit embarrassing, tbh. But also kinda cool. Because it's absolutely right, we have so many amazing writer in this community and I would love it when Everbyte knows about them. They writer deserve to be appreciated for it.

And, Jake reading some smut about him and MC... I LOVE THIS so much. It would be so funny and well, hot. This imagine is incredible. Also that other people around MC would know about these type of fanfiction and that people wrote some including MC. Call me weird but I love that as well. Hehe. It is definitely a slightly different way to show off. But it's a good way.

Thank you for this reminder, dear Anon. Seriously. I'm anxious but to thrilled about it and I can't wait to see what Everbyte came up with for us. I already see us all going insane about it on Tumblr. xD

I hope you're having an amazing day or evening/night. Take care of yourself and stay healthy and safe. <3

[trixie-troubleby]

Can I send a prompt?

Basically, Sportacus is sensitive to barometric changes (shift in air pressure changed by weather fronts) and it starts affecting him really bad. To the point he's basically a vegetable and wants to do nothing but curl up in a ball until the pain stops (am I projecting? You'll never know). It starts in his joints and ends up as a huge migraine. It passes when the rain starts. (It could be slow building, or very sudden. Depending on what sort of story you want.)

The kids are really worried and Robbie has to come and comfort the children then take care of Sportie until it passes.

And can it be pre relationship where Robbie still pretends to hate everyone?

Sorry this took so long! Hope it’s alright!

He felt it coming on at the worst time. He wrote off the earlier stiffness in his joints as just not enough stretching. That had been a mistake. He stumbled back, feeling the persistant throbbing behind his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to catch his breath. He had checked the weather… the storm wasn’t supposed to be coming for another few days. He heard a ball whiz past his head. And he blinked his eyes open, knowing all eyes would be on him.

“Sportacus, are you okay?” Stephanie was by his side in an instant, a frown on her face.

Sportacus nodded, opening his mouth but unable to find his voice. He was hit by a wave of vertigo and fell to his knees. This was worse than usual. Although he always thought that. He never remembered how bad it all could get. Distantly he heard someone scream. He heard the kids arguing over what to do.

“We don’t even know where they are and we need help!” Trixie said.

“Sportacus? What’s wrong? What can we do?” Stephanie asked from his side.

“Migra–“

“We should go–“ Stingy started.

They were all cut off by Ziggy shouting at the top of his lungs. “Robbie! We need your help!”

Sportacus’ eyes opened. Not fully focused on anything. He wondered what Ziggy thought would happen. He flinched as the throbbing behind his eyes briefly turned sharper. He tried to catch his breath, leaning forward and pressing his torso to his knees. It wasn’t his best form, but the yoga pose usually helped to quell his nausea for a bit.

“What did you do to him?” Robbie asked, voice somewhere between concerned and impressed. “If you want help hiding the body, I’m not gonna do it.” Sportacus let out a short laugh through the pain.

”Sportacus is in trouble and we don’t know what to do.” Ziggy said, going towards the villain. “He just fell down and he seems to be hurt–“

“He said something about migra?” Stephanie said. “Do you know anything about that?”

“Migraine?” Robbie asked looking towards the hero.

“Bad one.” Sportacus managed to get out.

“Alright. Well…” He bit his lip, looking conflicted for a moment. “What’ll you do if I help?”

“Robbie!” The kids all shouted. Sportacus could’ve laughed again. Trust the villain to make the pain a little more bearable.

“Fine, fine! We’ll discuss my terms of payment later.” He said. He walked over and squatted by the elf. “I’ve got ibuprofen in my lair. Or I could try to get you back in your ship.” Robbie offered, voice low.

“Your lair is closer.” Sportacus said, voice low and strained.

Robbie nodded. He moved to scoop up the hero, none of the grace that Sportacus portrayed when their positions were reversed, but an impressive feat by itself.

“Okay brats, I’m gonna go get him some medicine. He’ll be fine tomorrow. Go back to your game.” Robbie insisted, walking back towards his pipe, Sportacus in his arms.

When they got to the lair, Robbie set him down on his favorite chair. Sportacus curled up in it as Robbie reclined it for him. “I’ll go get the ibuprofen and some water.” The villain said, walking away. Already the change in scenery offered him some relief. The lair was darker and cooler and much quieter. The migraine was far from gone, but it was a bit less painful.

Robbie returned with a glass of water and a bottle of generic pain medication. “You should probably take two.” He said, handing him the bottle. “But it’s your decision.”

“Thank you.” Sportacus said, putting the glass on the side table and opening the bottle.

“I’ve got noise cancelling headphones if you think that’ll help.” Robbie offered. Sportacus shook his head, not in the mood to try and situate the headphones over his ears without taking off his hat. “Does this… happen often?”

“Before storms.” Sportacus responded. “When it starts, the migraine will go away. Just until then…”

Robbie nodded in sympathy. “The storm got pushed off it’s track to hit us sooner.” Robbie looked away from the elf. “Do you need me to get you anything?”

“The shelter, medicine and water are already more than I should ask you for.” Sportacus swallowed. “You’re being very nice.”

Robbie bristled. “Well– the brats wouldn’t have shut up.” He mumbled defensively. “And I’m sure they’ll think up a nice reward.”

Sportacus smiled through the pressing pain. “Thank you regardless.” He curled into a ball as a wave of nausea hit him.

Robbie looked away. “Well… you should try to sleep it off. Alright? The storm’ll be here before too long and I’ll be nice enough to let you stay till then.”

“Thank you.” Sportacus yawned, letting his eyes fall shut, a small relief in everything. A short amount of time passed and then he felt a blanket being draped over him. Then there was a soft press of lips on his forehead. The pain started to subside and distantly Sportacus could hear thunder and the sound of rain hitting the roof. He smiled and let the noises carry him to sleep.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Say hello to my feline friend

PAIRING | Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | You're invited to Luca's school to sit in on an afternoon with his class and other parents. When Luca is going over for dinner with Junior and his parents, you take the opportunity to have dinner again with Bucky. This time you're finally able to meet his beloved feline friend, Alpine.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing.

A/N | This one shot is part of my Teachers Universe AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤

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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | AU Masterlist

''Mom, are you ready? I don't want to be late!'' Luca says as he grabs his backpack from the counter.

''I'm coming, Bubba; hold on. Just need to put on my other shoe,'' you tell him, but for some reason, it seems like an impossible feat right now.

When you finally manage, you tie your laces quickly and go to the car; Luca is already waiting. ''Alright, climb in and get ready so we will still be on time,'' you tell him, and he does while you drive to Luca's school.

Parents are allowed to sit in with Bucky's class today, and you happily agreed; you can't help but take every chance you get to see Bucky in his element.

This morning he had a doctor's appointment, so he had to miss school, but since he's pretty far ahead, that isn't too much of an issue. When you arrive at the parking lot, you find a spot close to school, and when you're parked, Luca swings the door open and runs to the playground so he can still play before the afternoon lessons start.

Usually, Bucky has lunch alone in his classroom, so you go in and see if that's the case today too, and much to your delight, he is.

You knock on the door, and he immediately gets a huge smile when he looks over.

''Hi, doll; I missed you this morning. Didn't have your smile to brighten up my morning,'' he says before walking over and pulling you in for a small kiss.

''How was his appointment? Is everything okay?'' Bucky asks as he sits back down to finish the rest of his sandwich.

''It was good, nothing to worry about, luckily. He had been having some trouble breathing, and we were worried he might be asthmatic, but for now, everything seems okay,'' you explain.

You sit on a stool next to his desk, peeking over to his lesson plan for the afternoon.

''Hey, no peeking!'' he says while jokingly poking your cheek, and you try to playfully bite him, not aware Natasha is walking into the classroom behind you.

She clears her throat, and you jump so high from the scare that you almost fall off the stool, but Bucky manages to grab you before you do.

''Barnes, I need to have a word with you. Alone,'' she says in a pointed tone, and you take it as your cue to leave, seeing what Luca is up to outside.

''Mommy!'' Luca yells as he runs up to you and into your arms.

''Hi Bubba, are you having fun playing?'' you ask as you kiss his cheek before putting him down.

''Yeah, but can I play with Junior after school? Mr. Wilson said it was okay if I stay for dinner too,'' he says, and you look over to Sam, who gives you a confirming nod.

''Alright, but you can't sleep over tonight. I will pick you up after dinner, okay?'' you tell him, and he nods, immediately running back to Junior and Sam.

Meanwhile, a totally different conversation is going on in Bucky's classroom.

Natasha pretty much slammed the door to Bucky's classroom shut before stomping over to his desk, her jaw clenched tightly as she stared into his eyes with a pointed look.

''What the fuck do you think you're doing, Barnes? You know damn well how we feel about teachers dating parents!'' she hisses at him, but he doesn't seem phased by her at all.

''As long as I don't bring my dating life here, it's none of your business who I am seeing. And besides, since when do you care? It's not like I said anything when you saw one of the parents at this school a few years ago,'' he shot back, and with that, Natasha walked away angrily, knowing full well he was right.

''Just don't let other parents know; I don't want any of them getting any ideas,'' she said before storming out of the classroom and into her office again.

Not long after, it is time for class, and all the parents and kids come in, and Luca practically pulls you towards his desk so you can sit next to him.

The afternoon flew by in an instant; they did some math. They had some silent reading time, and the afternoon was finished with making crafts that the kids and parents could participate in.

''I want to make something for Anna as a thank you,'' Luca tells you, and you nod. ''That's really sweet of you. Is there anything you have in mind?'' you ask him, and he nods, wanting to make a drawing of the three of you together.

When he's done, Bucky looks at everyone's creations. ''Mr. Barnes, look! I drew my mom, myself, and Anna!'' he tells him, and Bucky nods appreciatively.

''Wow, you did a great job, Luca! I can't wait to hear what she thinks when you show her,'' he says with a small smile before moving on.

When the school day ends, Sam is back to pick up Junior and Luca this time.

''Hi Sam, how are you and Joy?'' you ask, and he tells you it's going well and that they're actually trying for baby number 3.

''Oh wow, I can't believe it! I'm so happy for you both!'' you tell him, and that's when you spot Luca again at the playground, waving him back to you.

You crouch in front of Luca to say goodbye to him. ''I'm going to miss you, but I also know you will be on your absolute best behavior for Mr. and Mrs. Wilson tonight, right?'' you ask, and he nods.

''Of course, Mommy. And I'll miss you too,'' he says before holding onto your neck and giving you the biggest hug possible.

''I believe the three of you have to go now!'' you tell him, and after one more kiss on his cheek, you let him go.

''I'll see you tonight, Y/N,'' Sam says, and Luca waves again before running to the car with Junior.

Just when you were about to leave, you realized you had left your bag in Bucky's classroom by accident, so you went back; that way, you could also say goodbye to Bucky.

''I'm sorry to bother you, but I forgot my backpack,'' you tell him, and he looks up, giving you a small smile.

''Do you want to have dinner at my place tonight? I have an extraordinary someone I'd like you to meet,'' he says, and your heart immediately sinks to the floor.

''I, uh-'' is all you get out right now.

''Don't worry, no one else besides you, except little Alpine, is all. I want you to meet my cat,'' he says, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he realizes how he came across just now.

''I'd love to,'' you say, and you head home to get ready for dinner; he already texted you his address, so you know where to go.

When you arrive at Bucky's house, you ring the doorbell, and it doesn't take long for him to open the door with a white ball of fluff casually lying in his arms.

''Hi,'' he says as he leans in for a kiss, and you kiss him back immediately.

''Hey, to both of you. So, this is little Miss Alpine, huh?'' you say as you let her sniff your hand. When she butts her head against your hand and starts purring, you immediately scratch her between her ears.

''I knew she would love you,'' Bucky says with a big smile, and he invites you in, so you can have dinner together without any interruptions.

When you are cuddling on the couch, Alpine comes over and starts making biscuits on your leg, making you laugh.

''Like I said, she absolutely loves you,'' he says, and he almost adds, just like me, but he knew that would be too soon since the two of you aren't official yet.

[hayley-adams]

Yumetober Day 13: Beach

Feat. Rollo Flamme x Hayley Adams (Disney: Twisted Wonderland)

Going to the beach wasn't at all part of Rollo's plans. But because of his girlfriend actively begging him to accompany her, there he was.

The trip was originally planned by a bunch of students from Night Raven College, particularly the first years. What was supposed to be a relaxing day—as Hayley would call it—was immediately filled with despicable noise.

"Don't you want to swim?" Hayley was already standing in front of the parasol where Rollo was situated.

"I am not a fan of swimming," Rollo said.

It's straining to keep his eyes on her face. Hayley was already showing a significant amount of the skin she normally keeps beneath her school uniform, and with pants instead of a skirt.

"You may go back and join the others," he added.

Hayley had a disheartened frown on her face. "Alright." She didn't try to urge him any further though.

Rollo was fully aware his words may have come across as rude and dismissive. But he didn't want the public to notice how Hayley was unknowingly attracting his glance.

"I see the way you look at my henchman." That annoying raspy voice.

Rollo couldn't stop his face from scowling at the tiny monster's remark. "Spare me the accusations. I am not looking at her in such a salacious way," he scoffed.

It hit him like a brick, the sudden realization that his girlfriend might've been attracting attention other than his.

The thought alone was enough for Rollo to stand up and approach the shore. From there, Hayley was floating neck deep at a water depth of about two feet.

She might be pretending to be a duck for all he knew.

Hayley seemed to be out of it when he approached her, her face in deep concern. She glanced up at him with a look of defeat.

"I can't find my top..."

Rollo caught sight of an approaching figure in his periphery. Almost immediately, a whirlwind of scorching fire engulfed the area where he stood.

"Whoa! What the hell was that?" Ace nearly dropped the huge clam he was carrying as his face was met by extreme heat.

"I would like to state a humble request, first year," Rollo mumbled under his breath. His eyes glinted before the fire surrounding him.

"At least for the next ten minutes or so, I want you to maintain a significant distance away from this area."

See the other Yumetober 2024 prompts here.

[juniperhillpatient]

The Awakening

It was interesting to re-watch this episode because I remember being annoyed with Aang a lot during Book 3 the first time I watched this show & because the comics/parts of fandom / more thinking about it have increased my dislike for the Katara/Aang romance, I expected to be angrier at Aang. But, I actually feel like thinking about it more made me less mad at Aang for running off & behaving the way he does than the first time I watched.

I still don't think it's fair to send Katara away when she's trying desperately to help, but I get why he does it. Aang has spent the entire series learning to accept his destiny as the Avatar & a huge part of that is being a symbol of HOPE for the world. Learning that he has to be a secret now? That the world thinks that he's gone & that he failed? I can see how that would lead someone to push people away & want to do everything alone...Especially because Aang is also struggling with how awful he feels about the fall of Ba Sing Se. So, I hate how he pushes Katara away, & I hate that he tries to abandon the Gaang, but...I'm still sympathetic to him, possibly more than the first time that I watched, having put more thought into it.

Alright, shocking to no one the dynamic between the Fire Siblings is the most interesting part of this episode to me. I also found the scene where Mai checks on Zuko & tells him not to worry really cute. I need more of the Dangers Ladies Feat. Zuko as a group in my life. I'm sad we didn't see Ty Lee, but I guess there wasn't time. Zuko is struggling with fears about coming home & it shows.

[ID: Azula standing & looking at Zuko. end id]

Alright. The turtle duck pond scene. Let's talk about it.

Everyone shut up I am thinking about how cute it is that Zuko goes right to the turtle duck pond to feed them it's probably one of the few places on the palace grounds he finds comforting...

The million-dollar question in the fandom seems to be - did Azula already know that Aang had survived?

I obviously have a bit of an agenda here I won't deny that. I'm a huge fan of Azula. I do think she was redeemable, & I have chosen fire siblings reconciliation as possibly the main focus of my fandom experience or at least A Main Focus. So, like, I'm not gonna pretend to be unbiased. BUT I do think that I've hopefully made it clear that I'm not interested in denying anything evil Azula did, or making her a victim where she wasn't, or whatever. I just like to examine character motivations & make them make sense. So - long story short - I do not think there is any way Azula could have possibly known that Aang survived before Zuko gave it away because he sucks at lying.

Let's look at the scene in context:

Azula: You seem so downcast. Has Mai gotten to you already? Though actually, Mai has been in a strangely good mood lately. [smiles]

Zuko: I haven't seen Dad yet. I haven't seen him in three years, since I was banished.

Azula: So what?

Zuko So, I didn't capture the Avatar.

Azula: Who cares? The Avatar is dead ... [Zuko looks away.] unless you think he somehow miraculously survived.

Contrast this with the way they were both welcomed home - as war heroes. Lo & Li give a huge speech about how Zuko & Azula are heroes & amazing & everyone should love them etc (& they're so right.)

I have consistently brought up Zuko's inability to lie throughout this rewatch & I think it bites him in the ass here. Azula is smart. She's a good lair herself, & she can pick up on it when other people do it - especially Zuko.

So, I think that Azula's original intention was to bring Zuko home as a war hero. She genuinely viewed Ba Sing Se as a victory & believed the Avatar was dead & the Fire Nation was doing amazing & to her, that was great. I think that what people who want to view Azula as an evil mastermind forget is that she kinda still IS one if you read it from this perspective, you just need to keep in mind her ACTUAL motivations. Azula's world doesn't revolve around bringing Zuko down, her world revolves around SERVING THE FIRE NATION & her father. Azula bringing Zuko home a hero doesn't take away her villain card or whatever it is people who refuse to see it this way are worried about. It just remains consistent with her motivations. Azula would want to see the royal family intact. You have to remember, Azula views herself & the Fire Nation as the GOOD GUYS. It's what she's been taught. They're not, & pushing Zuko to betray Iroh was objectively bad for the protagonists. But from AZULA'S perspective, she was doing a good thing for the royal family.

I also do think that yes, Azula wanted to help Zuko. The thing about Azula is that she is on the wrong side of the war, but she's not an unfeeling monster, she's a teenage girl. She likely did miss her brother & think she was doing him a huge favor.

The Bedroom Scene Tm. I said I had a controversial reading & you all assumed I meant Zucest vibes. And I did. But I also actually meant I just STILL don't view this as Azula being an evil monster lmao & I mean, that's not controversial among Azula fans, but it kinda is in the larger fandom.

[ID: Zuko glaring at Azula while she smiles. end id]

Zuko confronts Azula, & she teases him & insinuates that the Avatar might be alive. I read this as Azula trying to sus out whether the Avatar is still alive, TBH. Then, Zuko all but confirms what she already got from their turtle duck pond conversation.

So like, TLDR: Azula wasn't ORIGINALLY trying to use Zuko as a fall guy but once he made it obvious the Avatar might still be alive, THEN yeah, she was trying to save her own ass.

Oh, okay, & some quick criticisms of the #Narrative Framing or whatever...This is the first episode where we get a clear view of Zuko. I want to say that I do really love the scene between Zuko & Ozai contrasted against the scene between Katara & Hakoda, that was just an excellent parallel. It also shows us that our main villain is becoming a major player. I'm ok with Ozai as a background figure throughout Book 2, but I think that Book 3 would have been stronger if they leaned more into Ozai as the Big Bad rather than continuing to frame Azula as the Big Bad like she was in Book 2. This season we get a lot more of Azula's interiority as a character, & more sympathetic moments.

And just to be clear, I'm not against the fact that Azula is still a villain. Sorry fellow Azula Redemption truther girlies, but I'm of the belief that there was not time for her to have a redemption arc in Book 3. It could have been hinted at, we could have gotten a more hopeful ending, but there wasn't time for her to abandon her loyalty to the Fire Nation. So, I'm NOT saying "it was time for the show to STOP framing Azula as a villain." I'm SAYING.....Well, they could have given us more scenes with Ozai like the one in this episode to really concrete his spot as the Big Bad Tm. I liked what we got in this episode, I wish we could've gotten more. I guess that's what I'm trying to say.

Alright, so I've rambled enough about the Fire Nation royal family....Uh....There are other characters in this show...

I have nothing much to say about Toph or Sokka in this episode other than that Toph gets +1000 iconic behavior points for using metal bending to defend their ship. Katara gets +1000 for her use of water-bending to help. I don't dislike Sokka in this episode, he just didn't do much worth analyzing.

The only other scene that I want to focus on before I end this incredibly long review.....Is one of my favorite scenes in the series. I love the scene between Katara & Hakoda.

The entire buildup of Katara acting distant & angry from her father & talking about Aang prioritizing the greater good over what she needs & Hakoda realizing that she's talking about him too is just...STELLAR writing. I get emotional every single time. I also think that these feelings Katara is having, serve to explain further why she let Sokka reunite with their father last season rather than going herself.

[ID: Katara crying as she hugs Hakoda. end id]

Katara: [Embraces Hakoda.] I understand why you left. I really do, and I know that you had to go, so why do I still feel this way? I'm so sad and angry and hurt!

Hakoda: I love you more than anything. You and your brother are my entire world. I thought about you every day when I was gone and every night when I went to sleep, I would lie awake missing you so much it would ache.

I'm not crying, you are.

And the ending of the episode serves as a nice thesis for the season. Aang does return to the group & agrees to go undercover. Having to hide his staff & his arrow....That's pretty sad. I think it shows how much Aang has grown throughout the series so far that he is willing to do it though. That's all I have for now!

[canine-teethed-sheets]

kross,,,,,,,,,, kross story,,,,,,, gimme

-chair

wa hoo

[ ship: kross / feat; weredog cross because... yeh ]

After the door blasted open by an enraged but embarrassed Cross, he flumped down on his big dog bed and sighed as he flail around trying to get his collar off. Meanwhile Killer had already gone into the kitchen pouring dog treats into a bowl-like plate.

Hearing said noise had Cross immediately stopped and ran straight towards him with puppy eyes. " alright, alright! calm down, ya mutt. " Killer chuckled, trying to pry his huge beast off his leg. His result was a rumbling growl. Ah, he forgot he didn't liked that name.

" oh right, sorry bud. " But it seemed like he was already forgiven when he set down the plate on the table, in which Cross dug in quickly. Killer sat on the stool as he watched his boyfriend eat, his head resting in the palm of his hand.

Carefully, he clipped off the collar from Cross and hid it in a drawer for future walks. " so, how was the walk treatin ya? feeling better now? " In which the response Cross gave was " ... yeah. " while licking his plate clean, a beautiful lavender blush coating his cheek bones.

It's baffling how this once started as a hiking accident from a few months ago turned into an ex-guard who just so happens to be a weredog skeleton.