#she's been single for seven years she thought she was gonna die single

[novashelby]

John's Final Visitor-Evie and John

Summary: Evie visits John before his hanging to talk about her biological father, but ends up learning something quite dark about her daddy, Tommy Shelby. Warnings: Use of slurs(Italian), talk of whores, language

Word Count: 755 This was something fast I whipped up. I will probably revisit/rewrite this at some point. Please let me know. (Btw, it isn't confirmed in the main Evie verse if you 'know who' is her bio father. It is something I am experimenting with).

“Do you feel off?” Martha asked as her and Evie stood by the entrance of the institution. Evie hadn’t said much over the last few weeks. Feeling off was quite an understatement. She felt hollow. When she didn’t answer, Martha sighed. “Well, Teddy said that his uncle will meet us-well, you out here.” 

Evie forced herself to smile. “Thank you, Martha.”

Neither could speak another word until the double iron doors opened and a man of short, but heavy stature led Evie in. She looked back to Martha to ask why she wasn’t following. Martha could only offer a sheepish grin. “He’s already breaking the rules for you.”

“Follow me, Miss. Shelby,” he said, allowing the doors to shut behind her. The hallway was narrow and thin, dark and solemn. Evie cautiously followed, feeling herself get closer to death. “I’ve put him in a holding cell.”

“And how long can I have?” she asked as they stopped before a door. 

“Um.” The warden looked around and scratched the back on his neck. “Five minutes. Possibly seven.”

The single door opened and John instantly looked up, “Es-.” John’s grin grew and he let out a scoff. He threw himself back down in the chair, the chains hooking his ankles and wrists clanking. The room was so small that any source of noise echoed. 

She looked behind her and asked, “can you undo his hands?”

Teddy’s uncle gave her a look, but agreed, allowing John to have free movement of his hands. When the door shut behind them and they were alone, John grinned. “So, the wops come to let me lose, huh?” Evie couldn’t look at him, feeling that lump in her throat reappear. It hadn’t been for you, she thought to herself. “Can’t look at me?” She didn’t budge, considering leaving. “Look at me.” Sixteen years old, he thought to himself for no particular reason. She seemed older, more defined. Not like the little girl that used to hang at his coat tails. “Evelyn, look at me, huh?”

Her eyes slowly shifted to meet his. “I’m done here-”

“Did you mourn him?” John asked, jaw tight. 

With a quiver, she said, “I’m allowed to mourn-”

“Mourning for a fuckin’ daddy that never did notin’ for you. Hm?” John could be slightly impulsive, wearing every emotion on his sleeve. His soft eyes turned dark. “Mourning a man who fucking knew where you fuckin’ were for sixteen Goddamn years and never fucking reached out!” With each word, his fist hovered more and more over the table until he finally slammed it down. “Tell me Evie, are you gonna fuckin’ mourn me when they finally hang that fuckin’ rope around me neck, huh!? Are you going to mourn me?!”

Evie jumped each time his voice raised until she finally closed her eyes. “John, stop!” she cried out. “Do you not understand how I feel? Does no one in this family understand how conflicting everything is for me!? Every fucking day of my life. You may be a Gypsy, but I’m a fucking bastard and in our society, there is nothing goddamn lower than a whore’s offspring.” The room went cold for a moment before Evie sat in the chair. “So yes, I will mourn. I will mourn five times fucking over….I will mourn you, I will mourn Uncle Arthur, Michael, Aunty Polly, and yes, my fucking wop father-”

“He wasn’t-”

“Half of him runs through my fucking veins, John. I’m a wop. I’ve always been a wop. Born a wop and will die a wop. You sit there, justified in yourself, but out of everyone, your hands are the bloodiest-”

John reached over and grabbed Evie’s jaw, pulling her in, “your daddy-the daddy that fucking spared more than two seconds to fuckin’ love you order his final hit….And he knew, Evie. Tommy Shelby knew that Angel Changretta was your father when he ordered the hit. Isn’t that funny? Hm? No, no, you fucking look at me!” Evie tried to pull away, her body feeling faint. “Look at me, pretty girl because I’m going to tell you something-”

“John, stop-” “Arthur tried to stop him, saying that despite everything, that wop was your blood father-Evie, listen to me.” John slapped her cheek lightly, noting how much she quivered. The girl would have surely collapsed if not for gripping the table. “You know what your daddy said? Hm? All the more reason to kill the dirty wop. While you stand there, mad at me, you still worship the fucking Devil….”

[blujayonthewing]

I am not pent up but most of my OCs are

[mioakem]

Sometimes I remember that nico lost his mother and then was put in a hotel for seventy years and finally get let out and then found out that his dad was a Greek god and he was so excited but then his sister decided to join the hunters of Artemis and he’s happy for her but also scared once he finds out that she’s going on a quest so he makes the cute guy who saved him earlier promise to keep her safe only for him to return after the quest and tell him that his sister had died and then everyone hated him because of who his father was and he realized he was in love with the guy who he blames for his sisters death and hates himself for it and then he goes on a side quest with Percy and brings him to his fathers palace under the impression that hades just wanted to talk with Percy because he said that it he brought Percy to him then he would tell him more about his family but then hades tricks the both of them and imprisons Percy and Nico goes to save him but Percy doesn’t trust him anymore and then he single handedly brought three gods to help with the battle of manhattan only to still not feel welcomed and then he learned that there might be a way to bring back his dead sister only to find out that she had chosen rebirth and then found his other sister and brought her back from the fields of asphodel and then found another camp and started to actually heal and then Percy shows up with no memory and he lies to him and promptly dips and ends up completely alone in Tartarus only to get kidnapped by two giants and get stuffed in a jar with only a limited supply of pomegranates and then when the seven finally come to save him he finds out that most of them didn’t even want to save him and thought it would just be better to leave him in the jar to die and then he had to watch the guy who he’s not rlly in love with anymore fall into Tartarus but not before making him promise to lead a group of people that hate him to the house of hades and he agrees to it and then everyone except for his sister stay away from him because they think he’s creepy and weird until he has to go on a side quest with Jason to retrieve something from Cupid and he is forced to admit that he was gay and in love with Percy to a guy he barely knows let alone trusts and then realizes that no one would hate him because of that and he makes his first actual friend and then he volunteers himself to go on a deadly quest to take a ginormous statue back to camp via shadow travel and he nearly dies from it but he also developed a strong friendship with Reyna along the way and after the war he finally allows himself to be loved by his friends and tells Percy how he used to feel about him and meets Will and is finally happy for the first time in a while and then his boyfriends dad shows up as a mortal but he doesn’t think much of it until one day he feels the same feeling he felt when Bianca died and realized that Jason had died and goes into a deep depression and then Reyna also joined the hunters and everything just sucks again but at least he has Will and people at camp don’t really hate him anymore but then he starts getting plagued with nightmares and it gets so bad to the point where he finally gives in and goes down into Tartarus again but with Will this time and is forced to face his demons but ends up embracing them and freeing his friend and everything is now kind of okay again and he starts kinda developing a friendship with Piper and he’s actually happy but who knows how long that’s gonna last cause he’s been happy before and look where that got him

[jqmalikhsgib]

sea view

five

you were very irritated. you couldn’t believe that she has the audacity to comment on your sons post. after harry blocked kendall, along with her family, you’d blocked her from your socials as well. you just never let corbin know. in fact you and harry never told corbin who he’d had affairs with. it wasn’t like you kept the affair a secret.

corbin was old enough to know his dad wasn’t faithful in the past. part of him resented harry for it for a long time. he couldn’t believe his father would hurt him mother like that.

over time though, corbin forgave his dad. he made a mistake and got his shit together. harry made it up to them every single day, he’s still doing everything in his power to prove he’ll never make that mistake ever again.

you were currently on the phone with harry, crying. you were so sick of harry’s past trying to bite you in the ass when you’re trying to move on with your life.

“i know baby. it’s not much we can do though. i mean, we can get corbin to make his account private.” harry sighs.

“i want him to live life like a normal teenager, harry! he shouldn’t have to censor himself because one of your ex bitches are harassing us!”

“honey—”

“no, i know. im sorry. it’s not your fault.”

harry knew that wasn’t true. if he’d been a faithful husband to begin with, none of this would be happening. you wouldn’t be crying alone in your bedroom.

“it is though, baby. i fucked up! that’s gonna haunt me until the day that i die. i—fuck! if you want, i’ll talk to kendall,”

“absolutely not! i don’t want her anywhere near you or the kids. just—set up the meeting and i’ll show up. im gonna handle this once and for all.” you state angrily.

“baby, that’s not a good idea. listen, ill unblock her, text her myself, let her know stop fucking with my family, okay? no need to meet up with her or anything.”

you sigh.

“fine! but harry, i swear to god if she—”

“i know, honey. now, is my girl calmed down a little?”

“stop! you know i hate when you talk to me all sweet and cute after ive just been pissed off.”

“mhm, i know you like it thats for sure. how are the kids?”

“corbin and the girl he was dating broke up. he’s been a bit depressed.” you pout at the thought of your oldest experiencing his first heartbreak.

“is it bad that im kinda happy?”

“harry!”

“what?! im not happy he’s sad. im just relieved he’s not dating anymore. he has his whole life to date, angel. he should just be a kid for right now.”

“i think next year he’s gonna try out for soccer!”

“you mean football, baby.”

you playfully roll your eyes. “whatever you wanna call it, babe. im just worried he won’t do as good as he wants. he really wants to impress you.”

“he’s half english, love. it’s in his blood to be an amazing football player.

“promise you won’t make it a huge deal, harry? if he doesn’t get in he’ll think you’re disappointed in him if you show any sort of excitement.”

“i swear, baby. how’s my princess doing?”

“payton sorta got in trouble in art school for saying a not so nice word today.”

“no?! not my baby girl! she wouldn’t.”

“mhm, she did! apparently she asked her teacher what a dirty little slut meant.”

“what?! where did she,”

“where do you think, harry! when the teacher called she told me she heard it from our room one night. i was totally embarrassed.”

harry laughs loudly. he couldn’t believe his little girl over heard the two of you in the middle of sex. obviously a bit traumatic but, hilarious. he could only imagine what you looked like as the teacher tells you what happened.

“harry, it’s not funny! our seven year old daughter heard us having sex.”

“it’s your fault!”

“my fault?!”

“yes! i recall you being a brat. had to put you back in your place, baby.”

at this point the conversation shifted. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to create some type of friction.

“you can’t say shit like that when you’re gone. it’s not fair!”

“you know i love teasing you, baby. but i miss you too, love. you have no idea how many times ive got a hard on, on stage. it’s not easy hiding it either. with these outfits lloyd has me wearing, i can’t move around too much.”

“what song turns you on that much when you sing it?”

“baby, it’s not even the music. the energy i put out, i give the crowd a show. sometimes you just pop in my head and im gone! fuck, i miss the taste of you.”

you whine. “can’t wait until you’re home. then this problem will go away. i can finally get fucked properly. this vibrator isn’t doing me right, harry! it’s not big or thick enough!”

“need my cock that much, huh?”

“mhm.”

“promise you, baby. when i get home, im gonna fuck you like you need, yeah? gonna make up for all the time we lost, love.”

“promise?”

“one thousand percent.”

you smile at the thought. your youngest son interrupted you right after. you sigh before letting harry know you’ll call him later. you end the call before getting up and going to hayden’s room.

“hi, baby! what’s wrong?”

hayden sniffles as he lifts his arms out. you giggle before picking your son up. “you just want cuddles from, mommy, yeah? im here baby. i love you so much.” you begin to kiss his cheek as he giggles. “you love mamas kisses don’t you, baby!”

you kiss his cheek again as he attempts to clap his hands. “god, you’re the cutest six months old in the entire world! aren’t you, baby?!”

you set up a few toys on the floor and set him down so the two of you could play. you couldn’t wait for your other kids got home from the park and your husband came home from tour in a few more weeks.

[diazpatcher]

7x09 my thoughts

"my resignation" WHAT BOBBY WHAT. this man needs extensive therapy bc why does he think he doesn't deserve good things.😭

Athena being the supportive wife she is. "Walking away from the 118" THOSE ARE YOUR KIDS

Edmundo noches is at it, with his ex dead wife's doppelganger 💀 the date is waaaaaaaaaaay to romantic for 2 people who aren't an official item.

Eddie baby no, you're not only emotionally cheating you are full on cheating bro 😭💀 pls let her be part of his mental breakdown.

Athena fighting for bobby even when bobby doesn't want to anymore:( Athena is such a great wife I can't fucking handle it.

Finally they talk about Bobby's struggles, of balancing his past and his present and the guilt he has😭 as much as I want retirement for the Grant-Nashes I don't want Bobby to leave 😭

Bobby is straight up evil, he wants to retire and before he does so, he takes care of every single person in his team "they're not the only kids you're raising Mother Hen"😭

BUCK is the Chef😭 BRO THE WAY HES ACTING MAKES ME THINK HES GONNA DIE😭

Buck and Eddie cooking together😭

Buck looking at Bobby the way a kid looks at their dad waiting for praise 😭 im not okay bro that whole sequence fucked me over. BOBBY😭 7 years😭 "here's to seven more" 😭 Their father son relationship makes me want to chew on glass 😭😭😭 "it's been my pleasure kid"

BUCK MEETS THE DOUBLE, OMG. THE WAY HIS FACE FELL😭 He is so fucking funny I can't 😭OH OH BUCK IS MAD. He used the Back door💀😭 The way he's trying to figure out if Marisol is still around lmao😭 "Eddie who's kim" HILARIOUS ACTUALLY. "Marisols my girlfriend, she just a friend" "a friend who's a dead wringer for your dead wife' OKAY BUCK😭 Buck has healed he is ready to confront and pull Eddie out of his ass. The way Eddie is trying to justify his actions, "does this poor woman know thay she is a carbon copy of your dead wife"

"Im worried about you" HUSBAND BEHAVIOUR 😭😭😭

The kids🥺🥺😭 Wilson-Han family is so special to me❤️ Chim knowing something is wrong with Bobby!!!

I knew that the Council woman was gonna be a bitch. I knew it.

I feel so bad for Kim. She got pulled into this mess it's insane. "But I'm not her" THIS POOR WOMAN. she knows Eddie just wants to replace Shannon with her 😭😭 heartbreaking. "which was not fair to you"

Hey anyways Eddie did that after buck talked to him even his break up with his ex wife's doppelganger is colored by the interactions with buck.

"I never meant to lead you on"

"but you did" 😭 "I guess she was the love of your life" STOPOP😭😭😭

Eddie should be talking about this with Frank 💀

"living happily in Florida with his husband" lmao💀 Okay either Amir is gonna help Bobby or he's gonna torch the place. oh he's gonna torch the place. right.

Mom and Dad are fighting 😭 oh god Athena is so desperate. She's trying so hard. "You're making your round to say goodbye" 😭 Athena still worrying about Bobby being suicidal. "And you're standing on the ledge of a building again, Bobby." 😭 I'm in shambles. somebody glue me back together.

Athena doesn't know about the Book...

"I threw it in the trash on the night of our first date." She gave him hope that he was worth something 😭.

Garica is a BITCH. idc what happened to her she's a bitch. Who is she to refuse Mara a home😭 just bc her idiot son refused treatment. They're ripping apart a family they don't give a shit. Fuck CPS. fuck those 2 especially. ripping Mara out of Karen's grasp what the fuck. Fuck this what the fuck.

WHAT. THE FUCK. IS KIM DOING. SHE GOT A HAIRCUT AND IS.WEARINF SHANNONS DR3SS???????? Eddie looks as horrified as I do. She's pretending to be Shannon IM GOING INSANE. Kim is so smart istg. "You have to let me go" 😭 She is doing the right thing but my god this is psychotic to watch 😭

Eddie finally FINALLy letting go of Shannon is so 😭 he deserves peace. Eddie breakdown era 2.0 let's go. he sounds like a little boy so scared and angry and hurt. CHRIS WALKING IN WITH MARISOL !!!

Bobby, Bobby??? bobby... oh. oh no. He is, he's drinking. Oh my god. he dreamed of his dad while HIS HOUSE IS ON FIRE. ATHENA!! he gets to save his family this time. BOBBY???? HE HAD A HEARTATTACK WHAT.

[paranormaljones]

Ok so, for reverse unpopular opinion, MAWS and Stranger Things :).

I genuinely laughed out loud when I saw the second thing in this ask. Evil evil evil 🤣

BUT FIRST WE START WITH MAWS

@dangerously-human BLESS YOU for also asking me about MAwS, I'm gonna do a two-for-one here and tag you in this one (and then answer your other one afterwards)

I'm gonna try to keep my thoughts brief because I'm gonna make an incredibly long post about it later but main points:

I absolutely adore the way MAwS portrays physical and emotional attraction between two adults while balancing both of those aspects of romantic attraction in a way that never makes the viewer feel it's unrealistic or uncomfortable, or like either party is objectifying the other. This is what my long post will largely be about because the way it's done in MAwS feels incredibly rare and valuable.

This has been said by so many other people but I also just adore Clark Kent's character in MAwS. Until now I have never once found myself significantly compelled by any mainstream superhero media besides Megamind. I tried with Marvel and it didn't take. I saw less of DC and didn't really see anything that drew me in, though to be fair I didn't really look. I didn't grow up reading comics and only knew the characters by their stereotypes or their gritty, subversive adaptations that no one likes.

And then I watched MAwS and it changed everything. XD I care about all of it now. I want to know so much more.

I also really really love this adaptation of Lois Lane. I'm really not familiar with the others, but she's such a fun and real-feeling character. She's larger than life and also so down-to-earth when she needs to be. She makes mistakes a lot and does her best to right them, and it's so comforting that she really feels like exactly what she is: a 23-year-old intern with the energy of a caged comet, trying her best to live up to extremely high expectations and her own aspirations. Sometimes that energy goes in the wrong direction, but she is well-intentioned and genuine and really a sweetheart. I love her to death.

I just. ugh. I love them so much. 😭

Okay. Now for part two.

Stranger Things. Can I talk specifically about the first and second seasons? Because those two seasons, for the most part, felt like such a beautiful embodiment of the "love conquers all" trope that we both love. The boys protecting Eleven at the start and doing everything they could to help her, Mike especially doing his best to communicate with her and be a source of safety and comfort for her, and at the end of the first season, her sacrifice to protect all of them. Good gosh. I still can't watch that scene without crying. AND THEN IN THE SECOND SEASON us finding out that Mike tried to reach out into the void for Eleven every single day for 353 days straight?? Destroys me. Utterly. I love Mike so much. (also fun fact, if you add up the digits in 353 it equals 11. i remember binging the second season on the night it came out and screaming to myself about that when it came up.)

I'm gonna throw this link in here because it's one of the best fan edits I've ever seen in my entire life and it encapsulates all of my feelings about Mike and Eleven in season one. I remember watching it over and over again seven years ago and it still brings back all of those emotions. It's so good.

Additional things I love about Stranger Things:

The music. Oh my gosh, the music. The soundtrack from season one is often on repeat in my car. It's freaking beautiful.

Steve. Best freaking redemptive character arc I've ever seen in anything ever. He goes from being perfectly hate-able to someone I would die for in the span of two seasons, and just continues to get better.

Steve's hair. It's great.

It being the reason that we have the infamous "category five woman moment" post about Joyce Byers. I think about it all the time. One of my top five favorite phrases ever.

There are more things but I think I've talked about Stranger Things more than I talked about MAwS at this point, ironically. XD

Thank you both so much for the asks!! These were so fun!! :DDD 💙

[greyminyoon1]

LOST ON YOU

Warnings & Genre- slight angst, minor character death.

Authors note- hey, just something that was rotting in my notes. I am in no means a writer but constructive criticism are welcomed ☝🏼

——-

Funeral homes are never anyone's favorite. definitely not when its one of your own people. a person you had once held so close to heart, maybe not during that moment but you did soon realize the impact of thier presence in your life.

Mr.Jeong was a constant in every students life in Hanseong high school. you would see him by the gate,the corridors, the ground ,the man was omnipresent. students never got how he did it. even with his tough exterior he was one of the most loved teachers. the lack of space in the funeral home would say otherwise.

heesung watch's the crowd die down slowly from the corner of the hall. his eyes shift from the portrait of Mr.Jeong displayed on the wall to the three boys sitting across him. niki doesn't seem to have taken the news too well, his head hanging low with equally exhausted boys on the either side of him. sunoo’s swollen eyes and now puffed face give away the tears hes been trying to hold. jungwon just looks deep in his thoughts but heesung knows thats far from it.

heesung doesn't really know how to deal with their pain, let alone his own. his gaze shifts back to the portrait in front but his attention is taken away from the three boys now sitting in front of it. sunghoon catches heesung staring, returning it with the same intense glare.

---

Flashback

“jeong nim!”

the professor walks to the notorious dozen of students with a slight smile. it was always hard to bid farewell to the students every year especially the set of students who frequently visited detention or seen knee bent outside in the halls with their arms up bickering with one another. Though he thinks this batch would forever have a piece of him. While they bicker over who would be taking the picture first with their favorite teacher, few of them do not let the pooling eyes of their teacher go unnoticed.

“okay, lets stop and take a group picture now” , mr.jeong says blinking away his watery eyes. the eight kids scramble up smiling wide with the teacher in the middle of the frame.

click.

‘seonsengnim i need a single one!’, niki shoves the others away whilst pulling his teacher to another background. “your not even graduating until the next two years, you punk!”

click.

“jae-in ah!”, Mr jeong calls out motioning her to come take a picture with him with a stiff smile

her focus shifts from the subjects on her camera, peeking with a small ,“ aren't you getting too sentimental today seonsegnim?”, earning sinkers from the boys. she hands the camera over to sunghoon, making her way to Mr.Jeong.

click.

“dont forget to send those to me.”

who knew jae-in had plans of getting away with those pictures.

---

Jungwon’s the one who breaks this unsaid game of pride and encourages the eldest to just be civil. thats how the seven boys find themselves in a table drowning themselves in soju. the rooms almost empty, except for the seven boys and few other relatives. the boys looked up at each other once a while but mostly found the soju glass interesting enough to pour their thoughts into. With the past preoccupied on their mind, it was sort of a bittersweet moment.

—-

Flashback

the sound of crashing waves with occasional yells from the boys and the sweet melody of guitar strings fill the space, jae-in sits between sunghoon and jay watching rest of the boys play in the sea. she likes the feel of sand slipping away from her fists, mindlessly repeating the act while watching the boys. Sunghoon sits on her left drawing shapes on the sand as jay plays his guitar on her right.

“dinner is on me.” jae-in says in a monotonous tone. “your part-time jobs must be treating you well finally”, Sunghoon snickers while dusting off his hands and stands up to stretch.”im gonna take a dip, you both should join”, he knows very well you wont while his other friend may eventually. The pair watch him jog his way to the boys.

“is something up?”, Jae-in doesn't show how much that question affects her, answering him back with a question again, “what would be?”.

Jay has stopped playing the guitar, his one arm thrown over the instruments body while his other still hold the chords. Jae-in thinks about how fitting he looks with this instrument, maybe them joking about him becoming someone famous or getting into a band dint seem too far off.

Jay’s mind is preoccupied with what he had witnessed last night, the goons you were pouring drinks for seemed to be too familiar with your name for his liking. He never doubted you on your self defense skills, just maybe sometimes you should know to lean on someone, mentally. But when he looks at you at this moment, chocolate hair flowing with the wind, an oversized jacket which most definitely is from one of the boys and your bored eyes looking at him, He stutters.

“ju-just because”. He doesn't have it in him to question you further.

He should have.

He should have asked when you offered to take a dip in the sea.

They should have asked when you started recording every moment of the day.

They should have asked when you raised a toast on the dinner table.

They should have asked when you smiled a bit too wide.

They should have asked before you left.

They would have. you were just too convincing.

—-

They were all in a room, together yet so far apart on their train of thoughts.

The ticking of the clock passed by seconds to minutes to an hour or two, the empty room now consisting of only the boys. The tube lights flicker while the janitor mops the floors for the last time after a long day. It was a que for the boys to leave.

The clicking of boot soles grab the attention of the seven boys. Black sunglasses, black hanbok covers the new identity. Jae-in did not expect anyone to be here, let alone the seven boys she has never seen for the past few years. Or just maybe she was willing to try her luck.

Shes thanks the gods shes worn these ridiculously large glasses,though shes sure it wont take long for one of them to know.

Its almost plausible how the boys don’t recognize her immediately. to say the boys were shocked was an understatement. if the air was solemn and sad all this while, now the room felt as if it were was lacking of air circulation.

she acts plain, just another person to bid her goodbyes to. but Mr.Jeong wasnt just any person to her. Midst all the silent chaos in the room she makes her way towards her only family.

Mr.Jeong‘s portrait smiling at her doesnt help the guilt shes been bottling up. for all the things he had done for her in high school to even the last moments of his death. your uncle told you he would never resent you though you did not know if you had the ability not to resent yourself.

After what seems like an eternity of time and memories flashing back, Jae-in knows what she has to face as she turns towards the exit.

“i really dont know if we should be happy your alive or rip your hair off right now.”, niki’s coarse voice echo's off the hall.

[tmnt-event-blog]

Listen, im going to make a Comic about This and post it on my main, but I need to fuckin ramble about this idea to my fellow tmnt people. I’m going fuckin crazy about it, and I know I’m gonna explode before the Comic is finished.

So

I am on the Side That Casey Jr was a dumpster baby.

Keyword “was” because I’m not gonna talk about the apocalypse, oh no. I’m gonna talk about Future Boy in the Good Timeline.

Picture this: you’re parents get together, get married, and they have a family. You, Casey Jr., are Part of That Family. Hell, Your Name isn’t even Casey Jr. Your name in this Timeline is now Xander Quill. And you don’t remember a single thing about what you went through.

You live with your family in Salt Lake, Oregon. You’re a young Teen still growing into the world. You have the most loving family you could ask for. The most you know about the mutant ninja turtles is that they’re heroes of the world. They stopped an entire kraang invasion with the help of a Time traveler the People know as “The Lost Warrior.” You’re Life is as normal as it gets in the year 2043.

But, considering that you altered time, the People who work under the Time and Space Continuum would have to do something to make you pay for your actions. So what Happens? You remember what you went through. From the very early memory you have of the apocalypse to being sent to the past to being forcefully sent back to the future. You remember all of that on your 15th birthday.

At First it seems like a weird dream/nightmare, but soon you figure out that it was never a dream. All of it was real. All of it happened to you. And ya know, when you learn that it’s true, it’s a lot to wrap your head around. There’s so much emotion within that.

But then you realized.

In the apocalypse, you were an only child. Now, you have siblings. An older sibling, a twin sister, and a baby brother.

And you can’t help but think about what happened in the apocalypse.

Your older sibling, two years older, was born first. He probably been in the apocalypse longer than you have. But that also depends on what had happened to him. He wasnt there when you were found. He could have been dead, kraangified, probably a wandering survivor. You wouldn’t know, and That’s terrifying.

And then your twin sister. She also wasn’t there when you were found. You’ve been told you were the only baby in the dumpster. So what happened to her? Did she get separated? Did she die or get kraangified? Did someone else find her? What happened to her.

And then Your baby Brother. He is seven years old, you are fifteen. There is no way he could have even existed. Your bio parents were gone at this point. And it was rare for a child to exist that late into an apocalypse. He never got to experience the horrors you went through.

And the terrible thought lingers in your mind. The anxiety that makes you want to protect your family to the point of dying for them. Because not only are the only one who remembers the apocalypse

You were most likely the last family member to exist in it

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

#SERIOUSPOST

#tw: bullying, mentions of violence and someone dying because of cancer

I'm italian, i've only ever attended italian schools, but i think this is an issue that goes beyond nationality: how scholastic istitutions and professors refuse too often to deal with bullying, and more precisely to punish such behaviour.

I have a particular form of disability, because of that i "had" to undergo a few surgeries and stuff, but, yk, i learned to live with it. The issue was that, during the whole three years of middle school, i had two or three classmates that kept bothering me. it was an everyday thing, constant bullying and mocking me and stuff, altrough it was never really anything physical. I tried to ignore it, because that's what they tell you, right? "They will stop, if you ignore them". Well, they didn't.

And it's not like our professors didn't see what was going on, i know for sure they did, i even told them what was going on and asked them to do something about it. They didn't. I mean, they did talk with my classmates for like five minutes about their behaviour, but it was useless, nothing changed. And that's it. None of my professors felt like doing something more, despite knowing and seeing the situation didn't get better.

My third year of middle school was almost over, and by that time i got used to it, it became normal to go to school every day and have to endure all of that (thank godness i also had very good friends). But then my grandmother died of lung cancer, and i was not even 13 yet, and to see her die like that infuriated me, because she didn't deserve it and because if only we had discovered the cancer earlier maybe she could have been saved.

I just came back to school after the funeral and one of those dudes came up to me, and started his bullying like he always did. Honestly, i don't think he said anything particural or much more offensive than the usual, but that was the moment i lost my shit. I basically broke his nose, without getting into graphic details, and told him, more or less, that he'd better stop or i would have broken one of his arms next time.

I got suspended for a few days, as a punishment. And, don't get me wrong, i totally deserved that. I felt so bad for what i've done, mainly because i despise violence and i've always considered it unacceptable (except when it comes to self defence).

But then, the situation also angered me. I mean, everyone just decided to "play dumb", and pretend i had a random fit of anger and decided to hurt an innocent boy, while completely ignoring every horrible behaviour i had to endure for years from him and his friends.

And, i'm not gonna lie, during the following years i've noticed clearly that this bullying had affected me deeply, much more than i thought while i was still in middle school. The worst thing that this experience taught young me is that i can't trust people, and that even if i ask them to, they won't move a single finger to help me. After seven years, i'm still struggling and trying to unlearn these concepts.

Teachers who don't address the problem of bullying, are teaching kids they can't rely on the adults in their lives, and that are living in a society that is fast to cluelessly judge them but not willing to aid them if they ask for help.

[magimerlyn]

Dylan didn't know why he was laughing.

It hurt.

It hurt so bad.

Dana had stopped screaming. Her throat was probaby raw from it.

But Dylan just. Couldn’t stop.

"Pain is hilarious," he gasped, for the millionth time. "It’s hilarious, Pine Tree, it's so much fun."

It wasn’t.

The knives pinning his hands to his sister's were the worst he couldn't move some of his fingers were they even there but the more he thought about it the more he laughed.

Dana whimpered as another line was cut on her stomach. Dylan's had been finished just a minute ago.

"It’s ready," the cultist said.

"Then we shall begin," replied the leader.

The cult gathered, facing the twins, and began chanting.

Dylan could hardly hear over his laughter, which spiked as the candle flames turned bright blue, and a searing pain shot through his eye before he passed out.

Alcor was disgusted. He had thought he'd made it quite clear that he did not accept child sacrifices. Apparently this cult had come to the conclusion that the issues with the previous sacrifices had been that they weren’t twins. That was a misconception he would have to correct.

As he lowered his hand from turning the hooded idiots into ash, he heard a rasping laugh coming from below him. His eyes went wide when he looked down to see Mizar, and what had to be the reason he hadn't been able to find her yet this time around.

A single blue eye stared up at him, glowing faintly in the candlelight, as it's owner laghed himself silly, seemingly moments from bleeding out.

"Pine Tree, you made it," Bill shrieked. "Why did you never tell me how much better it was when it's your own body? This shit's a riot!"

Alcor ran a quick glance over Mizar. She was passed out, and losing blood, but it wasn't fatal yet.

"Good thing you got here in time, though," the former demon chortled. "This body can't hold out much longer, Shooting Star took the lion's share of the stamina." He barked out another laugh. "Not that it matters I guess. Not even seven years old, and I'm gonna find out what human death is like!"

In the grand scheme of things, it hadn't been too long since the Trancendence. Bill had clearly entered the reincarnation cycle. And apparently he'd taken Dipper's place.

"You’re not hurt enough to die, Bill," Alcor sighed, taking out the kinves holding the twins together and feeding energy in to fix Mizar's.

Bill, predictably, laughs again. "Not from this, Pine Tree!" he gasps for breath. "From you!"

Alcor blinked again, turning his gaze away from Mizar. "What?"

"I'm here to stay in little Dylan's brain-space now, and that makes me a threat to you." He poked at one of the wounds on his calves, giggling as he stuck his finger in it. "All the shit I've got in here's enough to lead a million cults, not to touch on the idea of descending." The seven-year-old former demon turned back to Alcor with the sunniest of smiles. "No hard feelings, Pine Tree, it's just your best option."

Now. Alcor was, admittedly, relatively new to the whole demon shtick. He was far from an expert. He could even see the logic in Bill's suggestion.

But this time Bill was Mizar's brother.

And this Mizar had already been through enough.

"You’re fully human, right?" Alcor asked, gently smoothing over and closing Mizar's wounds.

"Eh," Bill waved a bloody hand in a so-so motion. "Human plus, I'd say. Slightly more magically resistant, and anyone with the Sight probably got a scare looking at this kid. Why?"

"What about your soul?"

after mabel is reincarnated, dipper finds out about it when a cult summons him with two sacrifices- one with the soul of his twin sister, and her new twin brother, uncontrollably laughing in an awfully familiar voice and whispering to dipper "pain is hilarious, pine tree" over and over again

after the incident, the boy doesnt seem to remember anything but passing out as soon as dipper got there, but dipper can feel the words crawling beneath his skin and that small part that was bill still trying to reach the new boy..

[stranger-marauders]

repaired

one: starcourt mall

chapter summary: Kate visits her favorite person at Starcourt Mall after defusing a situation at home.

chapter warnings: language, mike being a bitch

word count: 2.0k

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KATHERINE MICHELLE HOPPER and her father tried to ignore "Never Surrender" from El's room as they watched a rerun of Magnum P.I.

Even though Kate had seen the episode before, she could only do him the favor of finishing it out with him before she left for the evening. As of right now, though, her father bitterly tried to pay attention to the show in front of him, bitterly shoving Tostitos chips in his mouth. Kate could only watch as her father started to lean back in his recliner, or at least looked like he was about to.

"Dad, don't do it."

"I have to check."

"Don't do it. Don't look. You're just gonna get mad."

Without another word, he leaned back into his recliner to find Mike and El kissing in her bedroom.

"Hey!"

El gasped and instinctually slammed the door shut.

"Hey!" her father shouted as he got out of his chair. "Three-inch-minimum! Leave the door open three inches!"

And he's mad. Kate sighed, burying her face in her hands. She could've sworn this happened every single night she was home for the tail end of Mike's visit, which was every single day, but because this had been happening seemingly every night since December, she had stopped trying to keep up with it.

As he banged on the door, he said, "El, open this door. Open the—" Once he'd finally gotten inside of her room, the lock twisting back to open the door, Mike and El were both sitting in opposite places on her bed, reading two different magazines.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked, not even trying to hide his smile.

Kate moved into the doorway of El's room behind her father. "Hey, I'm leaving." She peered inside, looking at Mike. "Need a ride, dude?"

"I'm good—"

"Mike," Kate said urgently, trying to get him to listen to her. She didn't want her father to kill him. "Just put your bike in the back, it'll be fine. It'll fit."

He only nodded reluctantly.

Once Kate and Mike had gotten into her car, Mike had already started to talk to El again through his radio.

"My God, that was priceless!" Mike said. "Did you see his face?"

"It was like a tomato!" El replied through her own walkie.

"Yeah, a fat tomato—"

"Mike," Kate warned. Even though she always tried to stay neutral and only defuse the tension between Mike and her father, just out of respect for her sister, she hadn't appreciated the way he would talk about her father directly in front of her. In her opinion, he'd started to turn into a little shit in the past year. She almost laughed every time she thought about it—it reminded her of how Steve had started to become an asshole when they were that age (of course, he had obviously grown out of it).

It was a very odd situation that El having a boyfriend put Kate in as her older sister. She had never truly given her little sister having a boyfriend any thought, most because her biological little sister, Sara, had died at the age of seven when Kate was eleven. Before she and her father had taken Eleven in as one of them, she hadn't ever thought she would have a little sister ever again. Even so, Kate loved the fact that she had a little sister. As awesome as Eleven was, though, her taste in boys? Garbage. At least her taste in boys as they acted right now.

"I wish I was still with you," El said over the radio.

"I know," Mike replied. "Me too. But I'll see you tomorrow, all right? First thing."

"Tomorrow," El repeated, and Mike clicked off the radio, pushing the antennae down and stuffing it into his backpack.

As they finally pulled into the mall, Kate shook her head. "You two are crazy for each other."

"Oh, come on."

"Hey, I never said it was a bad thing," she said, cutting the engine off as she put the car into park. "Just… don't give my dad a heart condition, please? He's, like, still too young to have a heart attack and die."

Mike nodded as she got out of the car to take his bike out of the backseat. As they walked to the mall, Kate gave Mike his bike to wheel to the front of Starcourt. 

Once they'd reached the entrance of the mall, Mike locked his bike in the bike rack. Kate watched as Lucas, Will, and Max approached them. "You're late."

"Sorry!"

"Again."

"Were gonna miss the opening," Will said.

"Yeah, if you keep whining about it. Let's go!"

Kate shook her head as the group of four ran off. "See you dorks later!" She only watched as they ran through the mall as she made a stop of her own. She stopped at the food court, determining that Imperial Panda had the shortest line. Whenever she'd gotten three to-go boxes of food, the man taking her order looked at her slightly funny, but she didn't care. She had to feed the working class, she assumed.

Of course, she had very quickly been stopped by none other than Jessica, Kim, and Stephanie.

"Kate!" Kim called, the three girls quickly running over to her whenever they had picked her out of the crowd of the food court.

"Oh my God, hey," Kate replied, holding the bag of Chinese food in her hand tightly as she flashed them a smile.

"Where you runnin' off to?" Jessica asked, looking to the plastic bag with the boxes.

"Oh, you know, just bringing the boy dinner," she replied, holding the bag up. "I get worried, you know? He doesn't eat anything but ice cream unless I bring him something, it's absolutely ridiculous."

All three of the girls laughed. "Man, how is he holding up?"

"You know, same as always. Working."

Stephanie shot her an unreadable expression, pressing her lips together. "Hey, well, tell lover-boy we miss him. We haven't seen him in weeks since he works all the damn time."

Kate laughed uneasily. "Tell me about it."

"Are we still on for Thursday night?"

Kate nodded. "Yeah, we'll be there. I mean, we'll be later, but we'll be there. By the grace of God, we somehow got him off a few hours early."

The group of girls smiled at her. "See you soon, Kate!"

She waved in response, running off in the opposite direction of the three girls. Whenever she finally walked into the ice cream parlor, moving away from the crowded food court, she was greeted by none other than Robin Buckley.

"Hopper!" she shouted. "You brought dinner!"

"Got your favorite," Kate said. She pulled a box from the bag she'd been given by the quick service restaurant, handing it to her over the counter.

She smiled in response. "How kind of you." She opened the box, picking out a single noodle and dropping it into her mouth. "You know, you're way too good for him."

Kate opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, the door opened from the breakroom, and Steve quickly came out of it. "You know, I can hear everything from in there."

"I know," Robin said, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

He rolled his eyes as he walked over to Kate, taking the bag out of her hand. "You're my hero."

"Yeah, I know," Kate said. He grabbed her hand, pulling her into the break room with him. "I even got you extra for tomorrow."

He smiled, closing the door behind him whenever they'd walked into the room.

The break room had been a very common location for Steve and Kate to hang out at since he'd started working at Scoops Ahoy. It hadn't been much of anything, considering there were only a couple of chairs, a table, and a counter that Robin and Kate sat on regularly. It had been a plain room, but one large enough for them to have their makeshift dates in whenever they didn't have enough time to go on real ones.

Whenever Steve had set the food on the table, he motioned to the bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream that sat in front of Kate's seat. Before she could sit, however, he pulled her closer to him by the waist, his fingers splayed over her jawline as he pulled her into a kiss. He pulled away quickly, smiling slightly. "I love you so much."

"Yeah?" she replied, kissing him once again before she pulled away, letting him sit down and open the box of food in front of him. She stifled a laugh whenever he started chowing down on his noodles. "I love you almost as much as I love that hat."

Whenever he sighed and rolled his eyes, she giggled in response. "You know, I've been waiting for you to come with food all day. I was starting to worry you forgot about me or something."

"How could I forget about my little sailor man?" Kate asked, putting her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek.

"Shut up."

She stifled a laugh as she sat down, she took a spoonful of ice cream out of the bowl, placing it in her mouth. "Wait, have you not had anything besides ice cream to eat today?"

"Uh… no," Steve said, sitting down to eat the food she'd brought to him. "I mean, can you blame me? It's not like I can leave—"

Before Steve could finish his sentence, the lights in the room shut off without any warning, the hum of electricity disappearing from around them. Whenever their eyes adjusted to the dark, the exchanged confused glances, then shuffled out of the break room to find Robin scooping ice cream for a costumer. The lights were off in the lobby, too, as well as the rest of the mall.

"That's weird," Steve said, moving toward the light switch panel on the wall. He started to inspect it, flipping the switch back and forth. Of course, nothing happened—the power had very obviously gone out.

"That isn't gonna work, dingus," Robin said, only staring at him.

"Oh really?" He began to flip the switch even faster. If the lights would have come back on, they would've flashed so quickly that it would've been difficult to process the change in light.

Kate laughed. "Steve, that's not gonna—"

When Steve cut the switch on for the last time, the light suddenly came on, and the nautical tune that seemed to always play inside of Scoops sounded again. The ice cream fridge quickly gained power again, and the air conditioning began to buzz again. "Let there be light."

Kate shoved him into the breakroom again, shutting the door behind her. Whenever they stepped deeper into the room, she gave him a questionable look. "What'd you do to piss her off today?"

He shrugged, throwing his uniform hat on the counter. "Ah, you know, the usual. Breathed the wrong way. Said something stupid. Kids showed up and got me to sneak 'em into that new movie."

She sighed, moving to sit on the counter. "Again? Dustin's not even here, why are they—?"

"Because they need me, you know? It's just like the ride situation again," Steve said, putting his hands on her waist.

"Not the ride situation again."

"They don't ask you for anything, okay? You don't understand."

"Yeah, because you do it," she said, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Stop coddling them and they won't use you as much."

"What if I want them to need me, Kathy?"

She rolled her eyes, jumping off the counter and pulling him to his chair. "Sit down and eat, sailor boy."

He scoffed at her, not trying to hide his smile as they continued to eat their dinner and ice cream—it was a bad date, but a date nonetheless, and neither of them would trade it for the world.

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[d-targaryenshoe]

Running Of The Good • Jackson Avery

Word count: 1038

Summary: Running from the good feelings is not what you're supposed to do is it?

"You've been avoiding Jackson for a week now, just face your feelings, y/n." Meredith walked next to you, talking quietly. "You did this with Andrew too, you ran from what you felt."

"Correction, Andrew did the same thing to me when i admitted what i felt for him." You squinted your eyes to the blonde next you. "You should do the same with Mc Widow."

"We're talking about Mc Widow?" Amelia caught up with the both of you, her eyes running back and forth from you and Meredith. "A heads up?"

"Pov is that y/n is still running from her feelings for someone called Jackson Avery, that's about it." Meredith shrugged as you rolled your eyes. "She's got it bad though."

"You still haven't pulled him into an on call room yet?" Amelia sounded sort of disappointed as she glanced at you. "The time is ticking off, do you know that?"

"The time that the two of you finally stop bossing me and my feelings around? Well, I hope it ticks of really fast, you two are getting on my last nerve, now i have a patient to talk to." You took the chart out of Amelia's hands, running up to the room.

Opening the door you saw the dark skinned man sitting on the bed while the television was showing the news channel.

"Chester, Amelia had a surgery on her hands, so you'll have to do it with me." You closed the door behind you as the dark man quietly chuckled. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing, just reminiscing all the years i've spend in here with this dirty tumor." The man shuffled himself on the bed. "Just waiting for the moment my heart gives up."

"You're not on your own, you know that." Pressing the sides of the mans forehead, you noticed how he pulled back in pain. "I wasn't even pressing that hard, you did take bed rest right?"

The man looked at you but quickly dodged your stare, turning off the television. "What if i didn't? I'm dying in the end anyways."

"Behavior changes, nothing new, we have those every week." You mumbled as you wrote something down on your chart. "Is there something annoying you?"

The man scoffed, throwing the remote at the end of the hospital bed, crossing his arms at you. "Listen, i'm gay, really gay and terminally ill, you know that, and i hate that you run from the hottest surgeon who admitted that he loves you, are you a woman or what are you? I guess Dr Grey and Shepherd were right."

"Those two eh? They hypnotised you as well? Was it the 'she's so stubborn it's not okay' or the 'try and talk some sense in her'?" Browsing through the medical chart, you waited for an answer of the older man.

"Option one sounded appealing, but it was the second option, actually." He answered, slightly smirking at you when you stared up to him. "I mean it, what is wrong with you, that man is a snack, and that's coming from a gay man."

"He's much more than that, he's determined, amazingly talented, he's there when you need him, an unbelievable single dad.." You pursed your lips when you noticed as you were rambling. "Never mind, you didnt hear a word, no, you did not."

"Honey, you're in love, and that's the only thing you can scream of a roof, it's the most wonderful thing in the world." He smiled, placing his head down on the pillow. "Or when i die? You can scream it out then too, let Seattle know their biggest drag queen died."

"You're so dramatic, but the good kind of dramatic , you keep me on my toes, most of the time." You closed the chart, sitting down on the side of the bed.

"Listen to me, y/n, love is painful and frightening. At times it'll make you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the people in your life. At days it'll makes you selfish as hell or make you say and do things you never thought you would do, been there. Love is what all of us want. But it's heavenly when we get there. So no wonder you're running from something that can flip your world upside down. My mother taught me that if we're born with love then love is about choosing the right person to put it on the line for. People talk about it a lot, meeting the right person, when it feels right it's right. And I'm sure that's true. It takes strength and power to know what's right. But love isn't something that weak people do. You're not weak, so let yourself love."

"So what do i do, do i just run up to him and throw it all out." You frowned, running a hand over your face.

"Yeah." He nodded, pressing on the on button for the tv. "Get out of my room and get him."

"Like i said, behavior changes." You shook your head as you got out of the room, noticing Jackson walking out of the hospital. "Fuck me.."

Dodging the nurses you started to sprint out of the hospital, no watching if there were any cars driving away. "You're gonna keep fucking walking or what?"

You came to a halt when you noticed that Jackson turned around with a shocked frown on his face.

"Cutting things with Jo was probably for the better , because we belong together." You started to slow down your breath, leaning your hands on your knees.

"After you've been avoiding me for a week, i already knew that." He answered, walking towards his car door and throwing his bag inside.

"We're literally each other's person, ever since Mercy West, we're great." You shrugged, shuffling back and forth on your feet.

"We really are." Jackson nodded his head,

"And beside my stubbornness, i guess it's time for me to face that i'm in love with you." You pursed your lips at the blue eyes guy. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

He leaned forward slightly to grab your face in both his hands and kissed your lips, closing his eyes before pulling back. "And it took you seven days."

[starryevermore]

the road to the altar: the proposal ✧ ari levinson

let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | pinterest board | ao3

pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader

summary: ari pops the question. 

word count: 1,172

warnings?: i sobbed while writing this so that’s all you really need to know, fluff, pet name (sweetpea) 

Countdown to the Big Day: Seven Hundred and Thirty Days

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” you giggled, reaching up to grab Ari’s hand that rested on your shoulder. 

He had blindfolded you when he picked you up for your date, insisting that every step of the way had to be a surprise. It was your first anniversary, and Ari was dead set on making sure it was “as perfect as you are”, as he’d put it. And you indulged in it, because goddammit you loved being spoiled rotten by him. 

“You don’t seem to understand what a surprise is, do ya, sweetpea?” he teased. “We’re almost there. Promise.”

“I feel like we’ve been walking for hours!”

“It’s been five minutes!” he laughed. “Okay, okay, we’re here.”

Ari slowly undid the knot he’d tied and removed the blindfold. You blinked quickly, your eyes adjusting to the flood of light. You were at a gazebo in the park. Ari took you here often when you’d go on dates, spinning you ‘round and ‘round in his arms. It was now covered in twinkling lights, an array of flower petals spread out on the floor. And, standing in the middle of the gazebo, was Liam.

You looked back at Ari. “What’s going on?”

“Shh, sweetpea. Trust me.” 

He led you into the gazebo, his hand resting on the small of your back. A bundle of nerves settled in the pit of your stomach. What was happening? Why was he being so secretive? 

And then—

Ari knelt down in front of Liam. “Hey, kiddo. I got an important question I gotta ask you, if that’s alright.”

Liam nodded. 

“I love your mom a lot. I’ve never loved anyone more than I’ve loved her.” 

He glanced back at you, smiling softly, then looked back to Liam. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth. Tears pricked at your eyes as you realized what was happening, what Ari was around to ask.

He continued, “She makes me the happiest man in the whole. And I’ve loved making her just as happy as she’s made me. And I wanna spend my whole life making her that happy. Y’know, a while ago, you asked me if I was going to marry her, and I told you I would one day. But, before I ask her, I gotta ask you first because you’re the most important guy in her life. Can I marry your mom?”

Liam grinned from ear to ear, throwing his arms around Ari’s neck. “I thought you’d never ask!” 

“You mean it, bub? ‘Cause I wanna make both of you happy and—”

“Marry her! You don’t got a choice!” Liam said.

Ari chuckled, squeezing Liam tight. “Thank you, bub.”

Then he turned to you, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a velvet ring box. “Sweetpea, from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were it for me. I took one look at you and just knew that if there was ever anyone who could love me as much as I love them, it was you. You...You made me feel more alive than I had in years.” Tears started to flow down his face. You could stop yourself from kneeling down in front of him, cupping his face in your hands, wiping the tears away with the pads of your thumbs. “I used to think that there was nothing out there for me. That I’d live alone and I’d die alone. But, sweetpea, you make me excited every day. I wake up and I think about how I can’t wait to be with you, even if we’re just wandering the aisles at the grocery store and you’re asking me to reach up and grab the last box of Rice Chex ‘cause you can’t reach it.”

“You’re really good at grabbing things from tall shelves,” you giggled. 

“And I’d be happy to get things off the top of the shelf for you for the rest of my life, sweetpea. I used to look at Bucky and Sarah and wonder how someone could be that happy with someone else. What it felt like to love that strongly. And now I know, and I don’t ever wanna let that go. I’ve always wanted to do this at your pace, sweetpea, wait for you to be ready for the next step, but I can’t wait for this anymore. I wanna wake up every morning with you in my arms, make you breakfast, and kiss you goodbye as we go to work. I wanna come home and know that you’re gonna be there. I waited so long for someone like you to come into my life, and I can’t wait any longer to live my life with you.”

“Oh my god, please marry me, Ari,” you choked out.

“That’s my line, sweetpea,” he laughed. “But will you? Marry me?”

He opened the ring box, revealing the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. It was a rose gold band, with vines wrapping around it, coming to a stunning moss agate stone. 

“I will. I will, a thousand times over,” you said, leaning forward and kissing him softly. “I love you so much.”

Ari pulled away slightly, taking the ring out of the box and slowly putting it on your finger, his pretty blue eyes shiny with tears. “I love you, too, sweetpea. So much more than you can understand.”

“IT’S ABOUT TIME!”

“Shh, Sam, don’t ruin the moment!”

“How has she not noticed us yet?”

Your head whipped around, seeing Sam, Bucky, and Sarah hiding a few feet away. Bucky was holding a camera—you realized Ari had probably asked him to take pictures. And that that was how Liam got there, that the sleepover he was supposed to be having was actually a clever ruse. 

“Guys!” you pushed yourself back up to your feet and running over. You reached Sarah first, throwing your arms around her. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

“We wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Sarah said. “It’s not every day your best friend gets engaged.”

“And we didn’t give Ari a choice,” Sam added, joining the hug. “Said we were showing up whether he wanted us here or not.”

“I actually didn’t even tell Sam,” Ari joked, walking over with Liam. “I’m just as shocked as you that he’s here.”

“Oh, c’mon, let’s not pretend that you didn’t ask me to help you pick out the ring and asked me to hold onto it until today,” Sam said. “Do you like it?”

“It’s a beautiful ring,” you said, glancing over at Ari and smiling. “You did a great job.”

“Thank you, thank you. And congratulations,” Sam said. 

“Thank you,” you said. You looked over at Ari. “So, how ‘bout we all go out for some food? ‘Cause all that crying’s got me starving.”

“Of course, sweetpea. Anything for my beautiful fiancée.”

“Ooh I like the sound of that.”

“Better not get too attached, though, ‘cause I’m gonna soon be calling you my beautiful wife.”

THE RING:

[myreygn]

genius additions by @kanawolf again (fourth pic is me reading them let's all pretend that i look like margot robbie thank you)

what you mentioned about sanemi's actions indirectly (or at least involuntarily) causing genya's demise is so painful because that is exactly what sanemi thinks he did. he hurt his brother so much, he pushed him away all these years and abandoned him - for what? what did it lead to in the end? that's what makes him a monster, not that he did all of these insanely messed up things that he genuinely thought were right but that they were pointless. they accomplished nothing in the end, just made everything more painful for everyone involved.

that's what he does, isn't it? fucking ruining everything wherever he goes. spends all these years mistreating genya - genya dies. (presumably) takes a major chunk of the abuse his father put the kids through to protect his siblings - they die before they can even grow old enough to understand the full gravity of their father. tries so hard to protect his mother from his father (even though he shouldn't have to do this, that's not his job, he's a child) and they manage to get through this horrible time, they manage to survive the man who they thought was gonna be the death of them some day - and not only does she die, she dies at sanemi's hands.

i didn't even think about this aspect of him literally becoming his father in that regard, or what they always thought his father would eventually become but now that you mention it this makes everything so much worse. i don't even have any additions, you said it all - i just want to add that i 100% agree that sanemi hates himself. that is genuinely canon to me, i take that as granted.

i didn't watch the good place and i didn't know the quote but it really sets into perspective how hard it is to assign a person to put the blame on. is sanemi to blame? well yeah obviously, to a certain extent, but to what extent? how much of the shit that went down is on his father? how much of it is to be blamed on his age, how much on his trauma? is there any blame to be put on genya? maybe, for the murderer comment, but also no what the hell no way he was a kid. sanemi was a kid too, sanemi was older than genya, does that make a difference? personally i find it very difficult - who's the biggest victim in this? what, are we comparing trauma now? is a victim who becomes an abuser as a result of being a victim any less of a victim?

it's messy and complicated and heart wrenching. i have to be very honest and tell you that my sickness is frying my brain a little right now and the only conclusion i can draw is that all of them deserved better.

one more thing though: i work at an elementary school and recently i overheard a colleague of mine talk about a six year old troublemaker to the kid's grandma, they were discussing how they could deal with the child and work together better. and my colleague said: "i've been in this field for seven years and i've encountered a lot of messy heads but not a single bad heart."

do you ever think about how sanemi's animosity towards tanjiro makes so much sense from a narrative perspective because tanjiro is literally everything sanemi isn't?

both of them lose their fathers at a very young age, only that sanemi's father was a horrible abusive jerk who inflicted severe trauma upon his entire family while tanjiro's father was the coolest guy around whose lessons continue to motivate tanjiro and impact his life in a positive way.

both of them have to deal with a beloved family member turning into a demon, only that sanemi ends up killing his mother and has to come to terms with the fact that although she became a monster he still killed his mother while tanjiro manages to guide his sister through her monstrosity and finds ways to help her keep her humanity in tact.

both of them lose their families with only one younger sibling remaining, only that sanemi and genya get separated and estranged while tanjiro and nezuko never lose their close relationship.

[spoilers below the cut]

both of them have to deal with their younger sibling being a demon (one way or the other), only that sanemi's hatred towards demons as a whole makes it impossible for him to look at genya the same way while tanjiro loves his sister all the same, no matter if she's demon or human.

both of them try to protect their younger siblings from danger, only that sanemi can't think of anything but straight up abuse to try and push genya away which remains unsuccessful while tanjiro and nezuko work together well during fights and tanjiro still manages to keep her safe.

both of them fight with the goal to keep their siblings alive, only that genya dies and leaves sanemi with a ton of guilt and regret while tanjiro and nezuko get their happy ending.

both of them are thrown into the conflict between demons and humans out of nowhere, only that sanemi spends a considerable amount of time on his own, killing demons without any assistance while tanjiro gets sent of with a hashira recommendation letter to urokodaki's where he receives a proper training and finds a new home and family.

both of them find companions along the way and form meaningful relationships with them, only that masachika dies young with sanemi being unable to protect him while tanjiro, zenitsu and inosuke stay together through everything and manage to survive even the final battle.

and a lot of this is meta knowledge, a lot of this is information that sanemi doesn't have about tanjiro. but he does have some of it and i think it's enough knowledge for me to put up this theory: sanemi envies tanjiro. because both of them went through unspeakable trauma and grief, both of them lost people close to them, both of them had to deal with similar situations.

and yet tanjiro is kind. he's friendly and good, people trust him, people love to befriend them and he inspires them wherever he goes while sanemi is bitter and nasty and simply incapable of forming and maintaining these connections in the way tanjiro is because who'd want to be friends with a cruel jerk right? and tanjiro loves to take lonely people under his wing, but not even he is willing to forgive sanemi for most of the story and i can only imagine how that must sting because no one wants to be lonely and yet sanemi can't even blame him. he wouldn't forgive himself either.

[nastybuckybarnes]

In a Heartbeat  -  Seven

Pairing: Fireman!Bucky X Reader

Summary: You’ve always been careful with your heart. With your condition, you don’t exactly have any other choice. The last time you let someone in, you paid the price. A price you don’t plan on paying again. Until Bucky comes in and shatters your carefully crafted world.

Warnings: Angst, Language, Injuries, Fluff, Fluff, FLUFF

Word Count: 4.1K

A/n: Here she is! Part seven! I’m gonna write a little epilogue but the fic can very well end here! I love this series with my whole heart and soul omg

Series Masterlist

~*~

He’s numb.

So damn numb.

Nothing even matters. His ears are ringing, the bright lights bouncing off the linoleum floors are fucking with his eyes but he doesn’t care because you’ve been in the operating room for hours and all he wants is to see you, to make sure you’re okay.

No one’s said a single thing to him about whether or not you’re okay, and it’s taking all of his self-control not to break down that door and see for himself.

A heavy hand lands on his shoulder, jolting him from his thoughts and bringing him back to the loud sounds of the waiting room.

He furrows his brows at Steve, confused out of his mind until he sees Tommy in his other arm, head resting against his father's shoulder and a casted arm hanging limply at his side.

“Hey Tommy, how you feeling?” The brunet asks, his voice rough and hoarse with lack of use.

The six-year-old only whimpers softly in response, burrowing further into his father’s neck.

“He’s okay. Doctor’s got him on some painkillers. Said it was a clean break from pounding on that window.” Bucky stands up, rubbing his nephew on the back. “You’re a hero, buddy. Just like your daddy.” Tommy sniffles and nods, the sight breaking the man’s heart.

“You should head home for the night, Buck. Shower, rest, then come back in the morning.” He clenches his jaw and swallows hard, shaking his head.

“I-I can’t, Steve. What if... what if she comes out and I’m not here? Or what if...” He trails off, not even wanting to entertain the idea of the other option.

“I saw Nat on her way down here. Ask her for an update and then go home. You’ve had a long day. And when she’s out of surgery she's gonna be upset to see that you’ve exhausted yourself out here in the waiting room.” Steve has a point. Both men are still in their fire gear, having rushed to the hospital directly from the fire.

It’s after midnight now.

“I’m taking Tommy home. Take care of yourself tonight, Buck. If not for you, then for her.” He nods, eyes on the floor as the blond leaves, his son curled up against his side.

“Barnes? You’re still here?” He looks up at the sound of Natasha’s voice, desperation evident on his face as she walks over to him.

“I’ve got no update other than she’s unstable and that they’re doing everything they can. It’ll be another few hours before she’s out of surgery and even then, she’s going straight to the ICU and won’t be awake for at least a day or so.” He lets out a terribly shaky breath but nods, rubbing his eyes then pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Y-you’ll call if there are any updates, right? I’m just gonna pop home and shower and sleep for a few hours but I'll be back first thing in the morning.” She nods, taking his hand and squeezing tightly.

“I’m off for the rest of the night, so I’ll be sticking around bugging the nurses for updates whenever I can. Might even bribe an intern with good coffee, not this hospital shit.” Bucky chuckles softly, shaking his head.

“Okay.” He takes a step towards the exit then hesitates, looking back at the redhead for a. moment. “Do you think she’s gonna make it?” He asks, his voice soft and broken and nearly lost among the sea of people.

Natasha swallows hard and avoids his eyes, taking a deep breath before answering.

“The doctors are doing everything they can.” A rehearsed answer. An answer she gives to relatives to let them know that they shouldn’t expect much.

He says nothing, only gives her a firm nod, then turns and leaves the hospital.

Hot droplets of water rain down on him, washing away the stench of smoke and the physical reminder of the events of the day. But no heat and no water pressure will wash away the sorrow in his soul. The absolute unadulterated fear that grips his bones and seeps into his bloodstream. That is something that won’t be washed away by any amount of water and suds.

His movements are mechanical, scrub, rinse, dry, dress.

The sleep that finds him is restless and fitful, filled with nightmares that will haunt him for nights to come. Every thought, both waking and otherwise, are occupied by you. Your face, your smile, your laugh, and the thought that he may never experience any of them again.

He's back at the hospital at six-thirty, coffee in his metal hand because his flesh one is shaking too much.

Just as he’s walking to the reception desk, he sees Natasha walking towards the waiting room. Her face is unreadable when she sees him, but he notices her take a deep breath.

“What is it?” He asks, not bothering with pleasantries.

“She’s out of surgery. She’s still unstable, hasn’t woken up yet, but she’s been out for about three hours. She probably won’t wake up until this evening.” He takes a few deep breaths then nods, a bubble of relief hugging him tenderly.

“Where is she?” Nat sighs and turns on her heel, leading him towards your room.

“James, I’m not going to sugar coat this for you. She’s not doing well. There’s still a fair chance that she won’t wake up.” She stops, looking up at him with vulnerability in her eyes, tears brimming.

“What is it?” He’s nervous, his heart feels like it’s going to explode.

“They’re saying she needs a transplant. That her heart won’t last for much longer and if she wants any hope of surviving more than a couple years, she’ll need a new heart.”

The air leaves his lungs in a whoosh, almost as if someone punched him in the gut. He stumbles back a step, coffee dropped and hands coming to the tops of his thighs as he hunches over, trying to catch his breath.

“That’s a best-case scenario. Worst case is she... well... we should’ve said our goodbyes. But she’s strong. She’ll pull through. She has to pull through.” That last part is whispered so softly that the brunet almost misses it.

“Nat,” his voice breaks, it cracks and splinters and shatters in pieces on the linoleum that he doesn’t have the energy to pick up. He can’t pick himself back up. Not if you might not wake up. He just can’t.

“Sit down, c’mon.” She helps him lean back against the wall, sliding down until he’s seated, arms draped over his knees and his head hanging heavily between them.

He can’t breathe.

A sick voice in his head screams that this is what you must’ve been feeling, this terrible tightness in your chest, this inability to draw in a single damn breath. It’s unbearable and for just a moment he realizes he wouldn’t blame you if you gave up, if you just let it take you. But he shakes that thought from his head and instead focuses on you fighting. You need to fight. If you can pull through, then they can find you a new heart and you’ll be okay.

You’re going to be okay.

You have to be okay.

~*~

Everything feels still. Dry. Bland.

If you could pin it to a colour, that colour would be beige.

Everything feels beige.

You’ve been awake for a little while now, gathering your bearings and trying to remember what happened. The last thing you remember is the fire bell... Wanda telling you not to go... and then running back into the building to find Tommy.

Tommy.

Your heart picks up in speed, pain flaring through your chest at the action, and an alarm starts beeping rapidly.

It takes only seconds for the door to open, nurses and doctors flooding into the room and checking the various machines around you while you grab at the front of your hospital gown uselessly, trying to alleviate the pain.

“(Y/n), I need you to take a big breath with me, okay?” A doctor says, her brown eyes focused on yours. You nod, inhaling with her for a moment then exhaling. You do this a few times and the machine gradually stops, your heart slowing as whatever they injected into your bloodstream takes effect.

Nurses slowly trickle out, leaving just you and the doctor.

“Well, you sure know how to make an entrance,” she says with a smile, looking over your chart.

“What can I say, Doc? I’ve got a flair for the dramatic.” Your voice is weak, far weaker than it should be, and that alone scares you.

She chuckles softly, smiling at your words before tucking the chart under her arm and looking at you straight on.

“You being alive right now is an absolute miracle,” she says softly, taking a step towards the bed then motioning to the chair beside it, asking wordlessly if she can take a seat.

You nod, taking a few deep breaths as you prepare to hear whatever news she has for you.

“Your heart stopped twice on the way to the hospital, and the second time we almost couldn’t get it going again. Your heart is weak, and what you endured nearly ruptured your left atrium and you had severe lacerations of your ventricles. It is most comparable to a very severe heart attack, and you’re lucky to have survived.”

She doesn’t look like she’s delivering good news. No, she should be happy if you’re lucky to have survived. That fact alone puts you on edge.

“What is it? What... what’s wrong with my heart now?” You know it can’t be good judging only by the look on her face. It’s a look you’ve seen far too many times.

“With the rate you’re going, your heart will give out completely in three or four years. And it won’t be a pleasant process. You’ll be in pain, bedridden and hospitalized because you won’t be able to move. The only alternative is a transplant.” The world around you shifts from beige to grey, the clouds dark and the room sorrowful.

Your ears start ringing, loud and painfully and it takes everything in you not to rip them right off.

“S-so that’s it then? I’m gonna die in three years if I’m lucky? I’ve only got three years left?” She sighs and looks down at her hands, “the only other option would be to put you on a waiting list for a new heart, but we cannot guarantee that you’ll get it in time, but it’s worth a shot.” You shake your head, tears falling from your eyes and splattering on the ugly blue hospital blanket.

“I don’t want a new heart! I don’t want to go through a process and get my hopes up over something that I won’t get in time.” You sniffle and shove your face in your hands, the steady beeping of the machine next to you making you want to cry even harder.

“I’ll give you some time, (Y/n).” The doctor gets up and leaves, a sad look on her face as she turns to the pair waiting anxiously outside your door.

Natasha pushes herself to her feet, her eyes wide with curiosity and desperation.

“I recommend you give her space. She’s... processing everything,” Doctor Palmer says softly, giving Natasha a sad smile before walking away to handle her other patients.

Nat exchanges looks with Bucky then slowly walks to the door.

“Just give me a minute to see how she’s doing, okay? I’ll tell her you’re out here waiting, I just wanna see if she needs anything.” He takes a deep breath but nods, understanding that Natasha would be able to tell, if only from a medical standpoint, what you need.

You keep your face in your hands, tears wetting your palms, as the door opens again.

“Beans?” Nat’s voice makes you stiffen, sniffling and wiping your eyes before peeking up at her.

Her heart shatters in her chest at the sight of you.

Skin dull, eyes heavy and sunken. She’s seen a lot of sick people before but never would she have put you in the same category as them. Now though? Now, you look the part.

“I uh... I heard the news. Bugged the nurses for updates and they finally caved.”

Your bottom lip wobbles and then a sob bubbles out of your chest.

Nat’s face falls and she slides onto the bed beside you, pulling you into a tight embrace while you sob.

“Oh beans,” she whispers, smoothing your hair away from your face.

“I don’t want a new heart!” You cry, tears soaking her shirt. She hugs you, holds you tightly while you cry out your frustrations, your sorrows.

It’s agony.

She has so many questions, so much she wants to say, but she knows better.

She holds her tongue, wanting you to be in a better headspace before she talks to you about your options. It’s too soon. The wound is too fresh.

Bucky sits impatiently outside of the room the whole time, leg bouncing and flesh fingers trembling.

Natasha comes out of your room a short while later, sniffling and wiping at her cheeks.

“What’s happening? Is she okay?” The redhead nods, taking a few deep breaths.

“I’ve seen a lot of sick people, Barnes. A lot of them. But seeing her... seeing my friend so weak and tiny...” She shakes her head, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“I’m scared, Buck.” Bucky pulls her into a hug, his own breaths shaking.

“It's okay. It’s gonna be okay.” She sniffles again then speaks, “she’s asleep again. She should be good to see you the next time she wakes up though. I’m sure she misses you.” He squeezes his eyes shut but nods, trying to mentally prepare himself to see you in such a fragile state.

~*~

Bucky doesn’t know how to feel.

He doesn’t even want to feel.

Helpless.

That’s the word that sums it up the best.

Seeing you on that hospital bed, tubes attached to your face, arms, and chest, he feels absolutely helpless.

“Hey,” he murmurs, smiling gently when you look up from your book.

“Bucky... Hi.” Your voice is raspy and hoarse, and he has to take a few shaky breaths to stop from crying.

“You mind if I sit?” You shake your head, motioning to the chair beside your bed.

He takes a seat and looks at you closely, his eyes welling up with tears.

“How ya feelin, pretty girl?” You huff a breath out through your nose then shrug, trying your hardest to stay strong in front of him.

“I uh... I’ve been better, I gotta say.” He chuckles weakly then nods, sniffling and dropping his gaze for a moment.

“Nat uh... Nat told me what the doctors said. About your heart and stuff. That’s... intense.” It’s not the best word but it’s the only one he can find.

You blow a breath out through your mouth and nod.

“It’s scary,” you whisper, not looking up from your hands even when he takes them in his.

“I’m scared. I don’t want to be put on a waiting list only to not get one in time. And there are people who need a new heart more than I do. People who want one more than I do.” He furrows his brows and cocks his head to the side in confusion.

“What do you mean, you don’t want a new heart? Why wouldn’t you want one?”

You sigh heavily, “because, James. This is my heart. It’s the heart that I’ve lived with for my whole life. I don’t want a new one because this one is mine. This is the one that’s dealt with heartbreaks and betrayals. This is the one that’s gotten me through the bad days and the good. And this is the one that chose you. I don’t want a different one. I wanna keep this one. And don’t you dare tell me that my days are numbered if I keep this one because my days are numbered regardless.”

You finally look up at him, fire in your eyes as you express everything that’s been going on in your mind.

“We’re all gonna die someday, and it may not be the way we expect or the way we want, and we won’t ever be fully ready for it. But it’s gonna happen. I’d much rather know that I spent my life doing what I wanted on my terms. If my days are numbered, I'd rather enjoy them than spend them waiting for a heart I may never get. My heart’s still got a few years left in it. Careful years, yeah, but years no less.”

Tears stain his cheeks and he nods, sniffling twice then pressing a kiss to your hands.

“I’m not going to try and change your mind, Doll. The choice is completely yours and no matter what you decide to do, I’ll stay by your side through all of it, I promise. You’re my girl, my best girl, my only girl, and I want you to do what’s best for you.” You squeeze your eyes shut, having mentally prepared yourself for him to put up a fight, not for him to be so supportive of your decision.

“I love you, (Y/n). And I’m gonna cherish every fucking moment that you let me spend with you because I love you. I thought,” he pauses, pulling a hand back to scrub the tears off of his cheeks only for more to fall.

“I thought I’d lose you before getting a chance to truly tell you. But I’m not gonna waste any more time because life is a precious gift. I love you, (Y/n). So much. To the fucking ends of the Earth. I love you and I don't want a day to go by where you don’t know just how much I love you.”

You whimper, his confession making warmth spread through your body and tears rain down your cheeks.

“I-I love you too, James. With every ounce of my heart, I love you. And I don't want to let you down and I never want to hurt you.” He closes his eyes, content to bask in the weight of your words for a moment longer, a private, intimate moment.

He eventually settles his head on the bed next to your hip, and your fingers find their way into his luscious brown locks, twirling the thick strands around mindlessly.

“When are you getting discharged?” He asks, his voice muffled by the bed.

“I’m not sure yet. Doctor Palmer said she wants to keep me here for at least another week or so to monitor my heart and take me off the medication, and then maybe some more time after that depending on how weak I am.” He nods, nuzzling against you some more.

“I’m not going back to work ‘till you’re out,” he says matter-of-factly.

You only giggle, shaking your head.

“James, that’s not even plausible. You’ve got bills to pay. Besides, you’ll get tired of being here. I’m gonna spend most of my time sleeping or bugging the nurses for some real food.” He lifts his head, eyes full of vulnerability.

“I just don't wanna leave you and then...” He trails off but you understand his concern.

“I’m gonna be okay. Doctor Palmer says I’m doing okay. I’m sure Nat will continue bugging her for updates and she’ll let you know if there’s anything concerning happening. But I’m gonna be fine, I swear.” He watches you for a moment longer before nodding and pressing his head against your thigh.

A thought bubbles into your mind and you tug gently on his hair to get his attention.

“What happened to Tommy?” You ask, voice tight and filled with apprehension.

Bucky only smiles gently.

“Lil guy’s a hero. He busted that window open, that’s how we found you two. Broke his arm but he’s okay. Says he looks like me so he likes it.” A smile finds its way onto your face at the idea of Tommy looking up to his uncle so much.

“He’s already gotten everyone at the firehouse to sign it, and I’m sure when he’s back to school he’ll get everyone there to sign it too. But the lil guy’s a hero. Gonna make a good firefighter.” You nod, mind flashing back to those last few moments in the school.

“I was so scared, James. I-I couldn’t protect him and I didn’t know what to do.” He reaches up and strokes your cheek gently, shushing you softly.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. It’s okay. Everyone’s okay.” You take a few deep breaths and nod, trying to calm down before your heart rate picks up too much.

“You need to worry about yourself, and not everyone else. Focus on getting better, okay? And then, when you’re ready, I’m gonna take you out on a date and show you just how much you can enjoy life, okay?”

You nod, smiling at him.

“Okay.”

~*~

“Miss (Y/l/n)!” Tommy runs at you full speed, nearly knocking you over when he barrels into your legs.

Bucky’s quick to steady you, opening his mouth to reprimand his nephew but you stop him, raising a hand to cut him off.

“Hey, Tommy! How’s my little superhero feeling?” He pulls back and smiles up at you.

“I got another cast so now my arm looks just like uncle Bucky’s!” You glance at the new blue cast and smile brightly.

“Look at that! And you’re a hero just like him too, huh?” He nods excitedly then digs around in his pocket for a moment.

“Here!” He hands you a sharpie then points to a blank space on his cast.

“I made sure to leave room for you to sign it!” Your face softens and you crouch down in front of him, signing your name and drawing a small picture.

“Thank you, Tommy.” He nods, glancing over his shoulder as his dad calls his name.

“C’mon Tommy! You gonna help us move or are you gonna help miss (Y/l/n) get organized?” He looks between you and his dad then runs over to the moving truck, excitedly grabbing whatever his little arms can carry then bringing them into the house.

Bucky wraps an arm around your waist and presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“You ready?” You look up at your new house, then over at him, nodding without hesitation.

“Absolutely.”

The moving process is long and tedious, and after seven hours of lifting, unboxing, cleaning, and organizing, you’re about ready to call it a day.

“Pizza’s on its way, and Nat ran out to grab some beers,” Bucky says, coming up into the master bedroom. Concern immediately colours his features as he sees the way you’re sitting. You’re on the bed, hunched over with one hand on your mouth and the other on your lower abdomen.

“(Y/n)?” He asks, coming to a crouch in front of you and trying to get a look at your face.

You take a few deep breaths then nod, opening your eyes and offering him a weak smile.

“You okay?” You nod again but he seems unconvinced.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You take a deep breath and reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.

“I uh.. not really. I wanted to tell you in a better way but I guess this is as good as it’s going to get.” His heart is in his throat, absolutely terrified of what you’re going to tell him.

You’ve been going to the doctor a lot more frequently, and your energy levels have plummeted.

He knew you didn’t have time left but it hasn’t even been six months since the fire.

You pull his hand to your stomach and rest it there gently, eyes finding his as you wait for it to click.

He stares at his hand in confusion, that confusion melting away as he realizes what you’re telling him.

“Wait, are you...?”  His eyes are wide, eyebrows raised and heart pounding.

You only nod, tears welling up in your eyes as he launches up and wraps his arms around your frame.

“Oh my god. Oh my god! I’m gonna be a dad!” You giggle wetly, tears of joy falling and getting soaked up by his shirt.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” He pulls back, hands on your small baby bump.

“How far along are you?” He asks, cradling the bump delicately between his hands.

“About three months. And the doctor said that they’ve already got a birth plan ready, and different pills for me to take to calm my heart.” His glossy eyes look up at you, so full of love and adoration.

“I can’t believe it. I...” he stops, leaning in the gently kiss your lips then pulls you into another tight embrace.

“Thank you, (Y/n). Thank you.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 294: A Half-Assed Escape

Previously on BnHA: Mirio was all “SURPRISE I’M BACK THANKS TO OUR RESIDENT SEVEN-YEAR-OLD WHO RECENTLY EARNED HER BACHELOR’S OF BEING A TOTAL BADASS.” Kacchan was all, “you know what, Dabi’s been trending long enough, time to remind the fandom what a real G looks like,” and he blasted his little bleeding body back into the fray and was all “FROM HERE ON OUT CALL ME DYNAMIGHT!!” Mirio was all, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... oh, you’re serious,” and Kacchan was all “!!”, and so that’s the story of how my son got murdered twice in one day. Meanwhile in the Todoroki Drama Zone, Deku was all “STOP MURDERING MY FRIEND” and Dabi was all “THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” and fandom had a whole big debate about Whether Or Not Dabi Trying To Murder Deku’s Friends And Mentors Is Any Of Deku’s Business, which went exactly how you think it went. Anyway, so then Deku yelled at Dabi, and Endeavor was all moved by his manly words and randomly went to go uppercut Machia in the chin. And, seeing as how the Momoserum finally chose that exact moment to kick in, Machia is now down for the count.

Today on BnHA: The Miriosquad handles the Nearly High End Noumus, freeing up Jeanist to jasphyxiate (okay that one doesn’t really work so well) the rest of the League. Compress is all “TIME FOR THIS MILD-MANNERED SIDE CHARACTER VILLAIN TO SHINE”, except that by “shine” what he actually means is “use his quirk to punch a literal hole right through his own ass to free himself.” The rest of the chapter is basically just a back and forth between him and Jeanist, with Jeanist trying to recapture him, and Compress repeatedly thwarting him by chopping more holes out of himself because HE’S FRESH OUT OF FUCKS, AND THE ONES AT THE STORE ARE ALL SOLD OUT, MOTHERFUCKERS. Anyway, so with Compress basically dying and all, Horikoshi is all “you know what that means”, and delivers a freshly-baked villain flashback revealing that Compress is a descendant of Harima Ouji, a.k.a. the Peerless Thief, a.k.a. some famous guy whom Gentle mentioned this one time for like two seconds back in the day. The chapter ends with Compress finally demasking himself and dumping Tomura back onto the ground, a.k.a. The Worst Possible Place For Tomura To Be. ( •﹏•)

WHY IS CRUST HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

-- OH WAIT, SHIT. OH

AIZAWAAAA you’re alive and receiving medical help thank GOD. HOW MANY EYES DO YOU HAVE. AND MIRKO!! HOW MANY LIMBS DO YOU HAVE, OMG

so is this Aizawa dreaming about Crust’s final moments, then?? jesus. with All Due Respect to Crust’s memory, does Aizawa not already have enough misplaced guilt on his conscience as it is?? “nope, we’re gonna keep piling it on. that’s all he is now. three limbs, an indeterminate number of eyes, sexy hair, and Guilt” well shit

motherfucker y’all really out here placing an oxygen mask on Gran Torino’s corpse. fucking shounen characters. each one comes with a lifetime warranty

DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI WHY DO YOU KEEP SHOWING THESE CLOSE-UPS OF HAWKS’S UNCONSCIOUS FACE ALL WHUMPED OUT AND EXHAUSTED. HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS ARE WE GOING TO GET. ARE YOU PLANNING ON KILLING ME WITH THE UPCOMING CONVALESCENCE ARC, BECAUSE IF SO, AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME AHEAD OF TIME SO I CAN MAKE A WILL

for a moment I considered going back and checking my previous recaps to count how many times I’ve already made a joke about Dabi’s fire incinerating Hawks’s wings but not touching so much as a hair on his five o’clock shadow, so that I could calculate whether or not I could possibly get away with making that same joke one more time. but then I realized I could just do it in this kind of roundabout way I’m doing right now instead. so there you have it

FFFFFFFMT LADY AND MIDNIGHT NOOOOO

PLEASE BE ALIVE. PLEASE RESPECT THE SIGN ON THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING. THE ONE THAT SAYS “NO LADY CHARACTERS ALLOWED TO DIE”, WITH THE FINE PRINT AT THE BOTTOM “AT LEAST NOT UNTIL HORIKOSHI GIVES US LIKE TWENTY-SIX MORE OF THEM FIRST IF THAT’S THE WAY HE WANTS TO PLAY IT.” IT’S A GOOD SIGN, PLEASE RESPECT ITS WISHES!!

so anyway though, Jeanist is giving a speech about how god knows how many people all worked together to bring Machia down. and now RHA is getting in on those fabric puns too, I see. “A SINGLE STRAND MAY BE THIN BUT TOGETHER THEY FORM A STRONG ROPE” oh so you think you guys are funny eh? I’m a frayed knot

MEANWHILE EXCUSE ME BUT WHY ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING BLOOD, HOLY SHIT

fffffff. so much for him taking over as the Number One once all this is over. so let’s just recap real quick, because Horikoshi has long since made it clear that one of his plot goals for this arc is to wipe out every single member of the Billboard Top Ten. so how we doin?

Endeavor - was just figuratively eviscerated in front of the entire nation by his homicidal zombiepunk son. also burnt half to death and possibly down a lung. will almost certainly be forced to retire after this one way or the other

Hawks - lying prettily in a medical tent. wings status: gone. hair status: still perfect

Jeanist - WELL I THOUGHT HE WAS FINE BUT APPARENTLY HE’S OUT HERE DYING, JESUS CHRIST

Edgeshot - MIA, last seen fighting Re-Destro. I really want him to have kicked RD’s ass because fuck that guy, but realistically they probably fought to a draw at best

Mirko - alive but in critical condition and missing something like 1.5 limbs

Crust - dead, currently haunting Aizawa’s traumatized dreams. now he’s gonna be triggered the rest of his life by people giving him the thumbs up, THANKS A LOT

Kamui Woods - was set on fire which is His Weakness. thoughts and prayers

Wash - last seen floating hospital patients to safety as Tomura’s wave of decay descended towards him. probably dead ffff

Old Man Samurai - haven’t seen this fucker in a hot minute, who even knows where he’s wandered off to

Ryuukyuu - currently being treated for her wounds, looked pretty bad off. but it’s hard to tell how hurt she is since most of the injuries were acquired in her transformed state. SHE BETTER GET WELL SOON

anyways, so yeah. so much for the top ten. guess that’s another reason Horikoshi brought Mirio back now, huh

so there’s a big panel of everyone fighting the Noumu while Machia lies there all “blurgh.” good riddance my dude. it took like twenty chapters and a hundred people to stop this guy so I really fucking hope he stays down. you’ve had your fun

anyway so Jeanist is sending another steel thread towards Dabi! and he’s all “just a bit more!!” fklklj this is gonna go real well isn’t it

meanwhile Mirio’s fighting a Nearly High End with all of these weird rock formations jutting out of its skin. go on and kick his ass then, Mirio

“each of these guys is probably just as strong as the Noumu from Kyuushuu” hold on I thought Ujiko or Tomura or someone said that wasn’t the case? not that Mirio would know I suppose. anyways let’s just hope he’s wrong cuz if not these kids are probably screwed

kLSDKFHLSKHGLKLK OH MY GODDDD

IIDA FUCKING TENYA YOU’RE A PEACH. THINKS THE NAME IS OUTRAGEOUS, CHECK. USES IT ANYWAY, CHECK. “JUST BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T BE SUPPORTIVE.” WHAT A CLASS ACT

AND KACCHAN IS RESPONDING WITH AS MUCH DIGNITY AS HE CAN MUSTER

WOW, SON. IT’S ALMOST AS THOUGH YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, OR SOMETHING!! although listen up, real talk, the fact that Kacchan of all people can’t muster the energy to yell at someone questioning his ability to kick ass is HIGHKEY troubling and we may be in need of an intervention here soon :/

now Jeanist is finally turning his attention to the League! was... was it not already on the League. omg

ACTUAL SCREAMING AHHHHHH FUCK FUCKLK LK AHHLKHKFFFF

hey so um. what the actual fucked up hell. my soul left my body. imagine if you saw the reflection of this panel on your bedroom window. you would never sleep again

OKAY RHA TRANSLATORS ARE YOU HAVING YOURSELF A LAUGH AGAIN

THIS CANNOT BE WHAT HE’S ACTUALLY SAYING RIGHT. BUT IT’S RIGHT IN THAT UNCANNY VALLEY OF NOT BEING QUITE SURE, THOUGH... (　ﾟдﾟ)

(ETA: just a next-day clarification here, apparently my sleep-deprived ADHD word-skipping brain completely skipped right over the “a” in that last panel, so what I read was, “and Shigaraki’s limp noodle.” so yeah, the moral of this story is always read the speech bubble carefully before you start making running jokes throughout the rest of your post, folks.)

oh wow he’s really freaking out lmao

to be fair though, I’d argue that Dabi has gotten pre-tty close at this point :’) thrilled for him, really I am

but anyway, well then figure something out you big dramatic robot-armed fiend. didn’t you just say you could touch your own ass? can you not just Compress yourself to break free?? does it not work on you? or would you be stuck afterwards lol

(ETA: I was picturing him compressing his entire body at once, not just chunks of it. ghhhlkh.)

um

holy shit Jeanist. are you stupidly trying to cut off their air, or are you going for more of a sleeper hold (jleeper hold??) thing instead. the latter would be way smarter and faster and probably safer as well just saying

but unless Spinner is just being super dramatic, it sure looks like he’s fucking strangling them djslkjlk. this will certainly cement his popularity among the villain stans. good thing you’re not running for office any time soon bud

anyway so I have no idea what these guys are trying to do now. what is this

do you even have till the count of 5 at this rate. I mean

OH MY GOODNESS

HE’S REALLY FUCKING DOING IT!! HE’S COMPRESSING HIS BUTT!! OMFG. TOMURA HIDE YOUR NOODLE!!!

WHAT THE FUCK

DID YOU COMPRESS A PIECE OF YOUR OWN ASS. FUCKING WHAT. PUT THIS MAN’S PICTURE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO THE WORD “LOYALTY”, HOLY CRAP

HOLY SHIT COMPRESS

“HOLY SHIT DID THAT GUY JUST PUNCH A HOLE THROUGH HIS OWN ASS IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS VILLAIN PALS. FUCK IT, HE DESERVES TO ESCAPE”

jeez, talk about... A HALF-ASSED ESCAPE ATTEMPT :D :D :D hahaha. but real talk though, Horikoshi has clearly never tried to leap twelve feet straight up in the air multiple times in succession with only half his glutes though. everyone, I regret to inform you that this panel right here on the left may be slightly unrealistic

also where the hell is he going to go?? did you pack a jetpack away in one of those little marbles sir. and what about Dabi?? and Skeptic too, I guess, but we don’t really care about Skeptic

(ETA: at this point I had to stop reading for about two hours because I had to go out and take care of something; that’s also why this is being posted later than usual lol. anyways so where were we.)

oh my lord

the existence of a translator’s note here implies that the earlier line about Compress being able to reach Tomura’s junk was not, in fact, ad-libbed. hmm. hmmmmmmmm

anyway so now he’s grabbing Compress again because OF COURSE HE IS, so now we’re right back to square one! except now Tomura and Spinner are secured inside of little marbles, and presumably Compress is the only one who can release them

oh nevermind he’s just maiming himself again instead, SHEESH

Skeptic a man is dying please have some goddamn respect

so, uh. is he gonna die, though??

I really can’t tell wtf is going on here, this is the most confusing the art has been in a while. Horikoshi put all of his spoons into that creepyass close-up panel earlier, that bastard

OMG WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS

DON’T FUCKING TELL ME THE “COMPRESS IS RELATED TO THIS THIEF GUY FROM OLDEN TIMES” THEORY IS ACTUALLY TRUE WHAAAAAAT. OH SHIT

so apparently Harima was a Robin Hood type guy who stole from... heroes?? wtf. are heroes the 1% in this scenario. y’all didn’t have any Fortune 500 CEOs to steal from?

THAT’S THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS THROUGH YOU, OH SHIT. and in a related oh shit, the fact that we are getting a Compress flashback now of all times doesn’t bode super well for him. ffff

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKIS ARE STILL TODOROKI-ING

listen here boy if you touch one freaking hair on Shouto’s candy cane head I swear to god --

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!!!

SHOUTO NOOOOOO. WTF YOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONE GUY WHOSE WEAKNESS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FIRE. DABI YOU SHIT, YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF!! I’M PRINTING OUT A COPY OF THAT COMPRESS PANEL!!! KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THAT BEDROOM WINDOW YOU PUNK!!!

SO NOW POOR SHOUTO IS UNCONSCIOUS AND FALLING!! SOMEONE SAVE HIM!! WHO CATCHES THE CATCHER

COMPRESS LITERALLY HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE RIGHT NOW, WHAT IS HAPPENING

PLEASE DON’T CALL TOMURA LEADER OF THE “PLF” YOU KNOW I CAN’T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DO THAT. ARE YOU DYING. ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING HEAD NOW WTF

(ETA: “masks are removable, makeste” you know what it’s been a long day okay lmao. or I suppose Compress is really the one who is lmao.)

GASPPPPPP

okay. okay. looooool okay then

WHY WERE YOU COVERING THIS SEXY MOP OF HAIR UNDER THAT HOOD YOU TOOL. IT WOULD HAVE LOOKED SO GOOD WITH THE TOP HAT. I’M SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW

as if it wasn’t enough for him to demask himself, he also had to get all shirtless and then do this weird attempt at a sexypose too huh

hard to say exactly how much of his torso is currently missing, but safe to say that’s proooooooobably not good. :///// fuck

on the other hand, Kacchan also has a torso hole and he’s still flying around like he just drank a dozen red bulls, so

this man lost his ass and he’s still out here monologuing like it’s the last two minutes of The Prestige. one might say he is monologuing his ass off

so he let Spinner and Tomura free, but is Dabi still trapped in his marble?? wasn’t he all on fire and stuff?? hopefully he can still turn off his quirk in there because if not that’s a pretty fucked up way to die. somewhere out there Snatch’s ghost is all “YEAH I’LL SAY.” oh how the turntables

last but not least, sooooooo. Tomura. back on the ground. that’s. um. ...shiiiiiiiit