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[shannyh25]

Summary:

Being a single parent is hard. Being a single parent, and a teacher in a brand new town is even harder. That’s how young Miss Anne Shirley feels when she moves to the small town of Avonlea with her daughter Annabelle. Anne is going to be the new school teacher for the small town. What happens when a certain Dr. Gilbert Blythe’s own daughter is starting school for the first time and happens to be in Anne’s class? Will Anne’s daughter and Gilbert’s daughter be best friends? How does Anne and Gilbert feel about their daughter’s being best friends? Do old feelings rise for Anne and Gilbert?

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I would like to do a special thanks to my new friend I met on Fan Fiction. Her name is mavors4986.She has helped me and given me ideas for all three of my Anne Of Green Gables story ideas. I probably gave her three all together. She has been so kind and helpful. Putting up with all of my crazy story ideas! You guys should check out her stories on Fan Fiction. She writes really good Anne and Gilbert stories!

Also, I would like to do a shout out to another author on Fan Fiction. Her user name is Anne O’ the Island. She wrote The Teacher In The Glen and Anne’s Joy along with a few other ones. Though I have read only the two so far that I have mentioned. She gave me permission to base my story off of her own story which is The Teacher In The Glen. You guys should read her stories as well, they are really good.

Chapter 1

Anne Shirley didn’t like wearing dark colors, especially for funerals. She had only been to one funeral and that was back when Matthew had died. She wore a black hat and dress. That color combination definitely matched her mood she was feeling that day - sad and depressed. That’s how she is feeling today. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to feel these feelings again at least not for a long time. She was only 22 years old.

Anne was getting ready for the service of her dead husband. She was sitting in the church with her young daughter who was only 6 years old. Her daughter is the splitting image of Anne herself. She had red hair, freckles and Anne even had braided her daughter’s hair into her two braids just like Anne had done when she was a child. Then Anne had tied a black ribbon to hold her daughter’s braids in lace.

Anne didn’t want her daughter to have to wear black to a funeral. Black is a depressing color. Instead, she had her daughter wear a deep, dark, purple colored dress. The only exception Anne had was her daughter’s hair ribbon that was black.

Anne’s daughter Naomi, was pressed into her mother side. Her eyes were wide but her face expression was sad. She understood a little bit that her daddy wasn’t coming back but hadn’t fully understood why he wasn’t coming back. She only knew that he had gone away and will be gone for a long time.

Anne looked at her daughter’s sad face and rubbed her daughter’s back. Anne’s heart broke, but she wasn’t that sad that Roy had died. Marrying Roy was the biggest mistake that Anne had made. Which put a big strain on Anne and Roy’s relationship. Anne only stuck around with Roy because of Naomi.

Anne was young when her and Roy got married. Anne quickly got pregnant only a couple of months after they married and by the time early spring came, little Naomi was born.

Was it strange that Anne didn’t feel a hint of sadness that he died? She supposed it was strange. She hadn’t really cried and Roy’s family was surprised at Anne’s emotionless reaction. Yes, she was sad but sad for her sake of her daughter.

The only people that new about Anne and Roy’s relationship problems was Diana and Roy’s mother and sisters but they never brought it up when Naomi was around.

Anne felt a tugging on her arm and she looked down at her daughter. Naomi was crying and Anne hadn’t even heard her.

“Oh sweetheart, come here. We are going to be okay.” Anne murmured softly.

Naomi crawled into her mother’s lap and cried into her chest. Anne stroked her daughter’s hair.

“I don’t want Papa to be away forever momma. I want him to stay here with us. Why is he in that box on the table?” Naomi sniffed.

Anne inhaled a sharp breath. “Well, your Papa is inside the box because he is resting. He is sleeping. Uncle Fred and some of your Pops friends are going to carry the box he is in and we are going to bury the box and...”

Naomi looked up at her mother startled. “No momma. You can’t bury the box in the ground! Papa is in it! He wouldn’t be able to breathe!”

How can Anne explain this as gently to her daughter? Think Anne. Use that imagination of yours!

Naomi was looking at her father that was inside the “box”. To her, it looked like her Papa was just sleeping but the whole time Naomi and her momma had been at the church, her Papa had been in the box and he hadn’t moved at all. Just laid there with his hands over his chest and his eyes closed.

“Sweetheart, your Papa can’t feel anything anymore. He is inside the special box called a coffin. Do you see those handles on the side? That’s to have Pops friends help carry his coffin to the burial site. The burial site is a special hole that you place the coffin in. Your Papa won’t feel anything. He won’t feel the coffin being carried, he won’t feel the coffin being buried into the special hole. Once the coffin is in the hole, we will put dirt on top of it. We can leave flowers too.” Ann explained softly.

“So, so, Papa will be able to just sleep under ground? He won’t feel anything? He won’t have trouble breathing because he is buried?” Naomi asked.

Anne by this point was holding her daughter. Naomi’s tears had soaked Anne’s dress, but Anne didn’t care. She was comforting her daughter.

“That’s right sweetheart. His body has stopped working completely. Once he is buried, he will be able to rest peacefully.” Anne said.

“I miss him momma.” Naomi whimpered.

“I know darling girl. I miss him too.” Anne said.

Anne was broken out of her thoughts when she heard a soft whimper and turned to see Naomi. Her daughter was crying and Anne could tell that something was on Naomi’s mind.

“What is sweetheart?” Anne asked gently.

“Papa always tucked me in at night and read me stories momma. It isn’t fair. He is supposed to be here too. Just like you. He was supposed to help take care of me. He promised me he would never leave me. He lied momma. He left me and he left you. Who will tuck me in at night momma? Who will read to me? Papa was always at the door with open arms when you and I would come home from going to see Aunt Marilla. He would always ask how our trip was. Papa would always have a bouquet of flowers for each of us when we came home. He won’t do that anymore because he is in there.” Naomi sobbed pointing to the box.

Anne was quite taken a back with what Naomi just said. That was one reason why she didn’t leave Roy like she had wanted too. Roy and Naomi had a strong relationship. Whenever Roy’s mother would scold Naomi for being too noisy, talkative and not acting like a proper lady and so on, Naomi would run to her daddy and he would comfort her and promised he would talk to his mother. Naomi would go to Anne too of course, but Roy could talk firmly to his mother explaining that Naomi was only 6 years old. Roy’s mother couldn’t possibly expect Naomi to act like a little lady at that age. Roy’s mother would just huff and glare at Naomi.

“I know darling girl. I miss him too but we will be okay. I have plans for us and I’ll explain everything this evening, okay?” Anne said.

“Okay momma.” Naomi mumbled.

Anne and Naomi were both staring at the coffin that was holding Roy’s body. Anne realized this was Naomi’s first time seeing a dead person and it happened to be her daddy. Anne looked at Naomi and was waiting for all the questions to come out about death and what happens to the body.

Anne herself had only experienced death once. That was when Matthew died unexpectedly right in Anne’s arm. Matthew and Anne were bringing in the sheep from the field when Anne saw Matthew start to walk funny and Anne realized something was terribly wrong. She quickly ran to him and she caught him in her arms before they both hit the ground.

Naomi saw Roy’s death just like Anne saw Matthew’s death. Roy and his mother were arguing about Anne not handling Naomi like a mother should and all of a sudden Roy dropped to the ground. Anne was in the room at the time and caught him in her arms just like she did Matthew.

Naomi was terrified and once she realized what happen to her daddy, she let out the biggest scream Anne had ever heard. Anne was shocked and so was Roy’s mother. Roy’s two older sisters came running into the room looking confused. Naomi was sitting next to Anne on the floor. Begging her daddy to come back.

Anne hadn’t realized that someone was talking to her and gently shaking her shoulder to get her attention.

“Hmm. What?” Anne asked confused.

Anne didn’t notice Diana coming into the room. She was lost in her memory when Roy had just sudden collapsed onto the grounds

“I’m sorry to say this Anne, but it’s time for the service. Fred wanted me to come and get you and Naomi.” Diana said softly.

An unexpected tear fell from Anne’s eyes, taking her by surprise. She quickly wiped them away so Naomi wouldn’t see her crying. That would just upset Naomi even more to see her momma crying.

Taking a deep breath, Anne stood up and gave Diana a small smile and then Anne turned towards Naomi.

“Okay sweetheart, it’s time. Did you want to say goodbye to your daddy here while it’s just us? You can.” Anne said softly.

Naomi shook her head yes. Anne and Naomi got up from the bench and walked towards Roy’s coffin. Anne placed some flowers on top of Roy so he was holding them.

Diana had brought over a small stool so Naomi could see Roy properly. Naomi looked at both Anne and Diana for permission to kiss her daddy goodbye.

Diana gave a small nod of her head yes while she was standing next to a quiet Anne. Anne was crying just a little bit at seeing Naomi having to say goodbye to her father.

Naomi stood on the stool and bent over to face Roy. She gently gave him a kiss on the forehead and said softly “I love your Papa. I’ll never forget you. Rest in peace.”

Anne was sobbing quietly into Diana shoulder. Watching Naomi saying good bye her daddy forever hurt Anne. Naomi was so young at having to do this.

Naomi got down from the stool and ran over to Anne and buried her face into Anne’s tummy and cried.

[sagau-my-beloved]

Your new venti oneshot is magnifique! The way you write needy venti is second to none

Tysm 🥰🥰🥰

I love him so much I just wanna constantly write all these meaningless day to day scenarios that include like no plot whatsoever

World ending conflict? An actual rising action or story climax?? Nah just waking up with Venti and him not wanting you to go to work

What's so funny is even without plot I feel like they get so long so fast, like imagine if I tried to write something with an actual storyline, it would take me a million years to get a single chapter out *cough cough totally not referring to any of my past attempts cough*

But needy Venti is just <333, I cherish every work I read with him, though it's hard to believe my writing is anywhere near the golden standard of needy Venti content, I'm just happy to contribute what little I can

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Call the midwife will literally tell you the most heart wrenching little story and then next scene go "but like that wedding you really care abut? Between the guy u hate and his wife ur growing to hate? Yeahhh THATS what u wanna see rn >:)"

[itsbasicallyabechoblog]

Mmmh don't you love not writing cause you feel like your representation sucks and people would call you out for it

[i-bring-crack]

The only way my fics are going to get recomended is either through therapy talk or memes and nothing else.

[celebtf]

Vinnie & the Car-shop

It was a hot summer day, Mid-july and and I was taking my Car to work. I woke up and I was not feeling well today, my head hurt, I was tired and hungry but I needed to work so I could afford rent and have food on my table.

I sat in the car, I got the AUX and put on some music from my regular playlist. The playlist is around 10h long so I have some songs to shuffle through.

As I was driving on the highway my car started to make this strange noice, I was in a rush and needed to hurry. I continued to drive even with the strange noice but the more I drove the more the sound got worse.

I picked up my phone and called my boss " Hey Joe, I'm sorry but my car just broke down on the Highway. I might not come in on time today, but I'm making it up to you" I heard my boss laugh a little " Hey man, it's okay, take the time you need and be safe while driving on the 40 highway. "

I hang up and called my local Car-shop and they send a car to pick my truck up. They come and I get a ride to the car-shop.

I walk in to the shop seeing a young man, im his early 20's, he can't be much younger then me, sitting on a box with his face in his face.

I go up to him and start talking " Hey man, what's up? How's it going " I asked to he polite and to see if there's anything I can help with.

" Hey man, I don't know, I'm having trouble with this thing over here, I don't know how or if I can fix this thing " the young man, who I now can see is that one tiktoker... what's his name, Vinnie hacker I think.

" Okay man, give me that thing over there " Vinnie gives me the screw and I show him how he can twist this and do that " Also, my fingers are getting dirty can I Barrow your gloves real quick " I ask him.

He gives me his gloves and I start to work on the car, and a bit later I feel the place getting hotter " I'm so sorry, but it's just so hot, I need to just take my shirt off" I said, throws the shirt and start working.

As I'm working I can feel my hands heat up, but I can't take the gloves off, my hands start to cramp and I can see them grow. My arms began so gain muscles and I can see a few, not a few alot of new tattoos for. My shoulders get bigger and my pecs too. I can feel my nipples getting hard and touching them feels really Nice. I felt something that felt like a punch to my stomach and I can see a pac of abs start to appear, a hard sixpack of Washboard abs.

I feel my face starting to heat up, my jaw cracked and got sharper, my eyes burned and my eyebrows grew bushier and my hair suddenly grew a bit longer, and blond. I'm usually not blond.

" Hey vinnie, wasn't your workday over 30 minutes ago? Why are you still here?" The owner comes up to me " I'm sorry I didn't hear you, what did you call me?"

He just looked at me and laughed " Vinnie you're always such a jokester " I didn't really understand him, but if I needed to leave then I would have to get going..

I went to the Bathroom before closing and that's when I finally saw what he meant. I was really vinnie, but how? And where was he now? But my mind started remember things, everything in my mind as Vinnie's memories.

" Okay I look really good, even better then before, I think I can get used to this"

I laughed and left the shop

Hey, I'm back, I wrote this story last week after trying to get out of this writters block I have had for like a month. I'm okay with this story not being the best. Just wanted something out and to post.

[golden-barnes]

Operation milkshakes, hospital visits and custody of Mr Bear

Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader Summary: Sequel to Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together. Bucky and Reader are finally on their little coffee date, but Amaya gets hurt. Then there's a shared custody to heal a broken arm. {wc: 2.7k} Warning: a bit of bucky being insecure again and a bit of insecurity from reader . Some sexual references bit of tension but its mostly fluff. Amaya gets hurt but it's brief. if you don't like a milf reader pls don't interact I don't want to get hate like last time lmao a/n: I have been writing this for years it seems and I finally am able to finish it and I'm so happy I hope you guys enjoy it. I am gonna try and finish all of my stories this month to be able to do other stuff. I am so sorry if it's shitty as hell, I tried my best to fight the writter's block Reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Is Bucky embarrassed that he has been texting none stop with his student’s mom? Yes, but who will stop him from feeling like he is walking on cloud nine? For the past few weeks, Bucky has been texting you back and forth whenever you had a break. 

Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to get that cup of coffee because of work, but Bucky knew he had found his match. Funny, intelligent, and the sweetest person he has ever met. 

Fuck, I feel like a love-struck schoolboy. Bucky thinks, cursing at himself while passing the exam papers to his students. Amaya smiled at him, basically giving him a knowing smirk. Holy shit, he feels blackmailed by a 6-year-old. 

She has no idea that Bucky and her mom are on a talking stage, but that doesn’t stop her from smirking at her teacher, who her mom has told her auntie that her teacher was cute. And that was enough for her already planning your wedding where she gets to be a flower girl. 

 Bucky sat down at his desk when he felt his phone vibrate. The notification had your name on it, almost making Bucky jump out of his seat. 

Hey, one of my clients canceled for Friday. U wanna get that coffee? 

Bucky couldn’t seem to write yes faster. He felt so happy, but shit, what was he going to wear? His closet comprises of henleys and sweaters. The occasional tank tops are there, but they weren’t the norm. He dresses like a middle-aged librarian, and he is proud of it. But, on the other hand, maybe he was overthinking it.

“Dude, it’s a coffee date. Not a Michelin restaurant.” Steve rolls his eyes at Bucky’s rant. Bucky told his best friends about inner turmoil and why he was so stressed. Sam just laughed at him.

“We don’t know about that one Rogers; she is a fancy lawyer for a fancy firm. She’s probably making the big bucks.” Sam winked at Bucky, which made him feel even more stressed. 

What if they dated, and she felt embarrassed to show him to her lawyer friends? He is on a New York Public school salary, it’s a miracle he has enough money to live alone, but he was going to be rooming with Steve. 

“Sam, stop torturing him, please. I can see the smoke coming out of his ears.” Wanda explained, heating up her lunch and smirking at her extremely stressed friend. 

“He is just so fun to mess with.”Sam whined while Bucky couldn’t help but scoff. 

“I am glad my suffering is your enjoyment, but I am about to run away to New Jersey and live as a hermit because I haven’t been on a date since college, and I have no fucking clue what to wear. Help me.” Bucky rambles, almost out of breath. Sam bites back a chuckle while Steve just looks worried. Wanda sighs; being the only person with brain cells in the teacher’s lounge is difficult.

“Bucky, wear that brown blazer you wore at my engagement party. Maybe a blue henley underneath. You did say she thought you looked hot in those, so who cares, honestly. “ Wanda Maximoff, the voice of reason to these messy elementary school teachers once again. 

Bucky should stop asking these things to Sam and Steve and just ask go directly to Wanda. 

(Y/N) wasn't doing that great either. She really liked Bucky; he was a hot guy but caring and smart. He made her laugh with his dorky quotes and references. He was well-read and gave her excellent book recommendations. 

More importantly, Amaya loved him. Every day she would show up rambling about something he had done in class that made her very happy. Whether it was telling her a funny story using Mister Bear, Bucky’s teaching assistant that Amaya adored, or handing her a fruit roll-up when the other kids weren't looking. Bucky was her favorite teacher, but it mostly felt like he had taken a father role that she needed.

One thing that made her stress out was how she was perceived. She had been on dates before, and every time the men went home running with their tails between their legs after feeling threatened by her confidence and career. 

Being a single mother and a powerful lawyer really fucked over her chances of dating. Apparently, knowing your worth and what you want doesn’t make you that appealing to men, especially these insecure, fragile masculinity-having assholes. 

But Bucky seemed different; he knew she had a kid and an influential career and still wanted to date her? He was different. 

“You still overthinking this date?” Her coworker and close friend, Jen, asked her. Nat rolled her eyes, knowing (Y/N) like the back of her hand. 

“She has been making a pros and cons list on her computer for the past hour. Girl, he likes you. No grown man texts you romantic quotes at 3 am without sending a you up? Text.” Natasha rambles but (Y/N) sighs. She knows what Nat is saying is correct, but still… She didn’t want to make things awkward for ‘Maya. 

“She has it really bad, but he seems so sweet. It’s just a coffee date; get to know him in person.” Jen tried to comfort her. She patted her shoulder, sorta giving (Y/N) a side hug. 

“Now on to date outfits. I say a plaid skirt and a sweater. The skimpiest skirt you have.” Nat grins evilly. 

“It’s a coffee date, not a hookup.” (Y/N) laughs at her suggestion. 

“Whatever you say, but that man’s shoulders are so broad that it wouldn’t be surprising if your legs were on them after the night.” Nat shrugs, but (Y/N) and Jenn laugh at the sexual joke. 

“I am trying not to give Maya a sibling yet.” (Y/N) threw a piece of paper at Nat. 

“Yet is the keyword in that sentence.” Nat winked at her comment. 

Bucky was shifting his weight on the chair. They had decided to meet at this cute little café that opened about a month ago. It was right next to a bookstore that Bucky loved so much, and coincidently (Y/N) took Amaya a lot to get her story time books. 

“Sorry I am late; traffic was horrible.” Bucky swore his breath was stolen from his chest because the minute he saw her, he felt like his lungs didn’t have air. 

“I- uhm, I get it. You look beautiful, by the way.” (Y/N) smiled at his compliment while sitting right before him. 

“You don’t look bad yourself.” She winked at the teacher, who started sweating bullets once she began to compliment him. 

“Are you ready to order?” The waitress asks the couple. (Y/N) nods while Bucky just looks puzzled at the menu. She smiled at him.

“Give us a minute, please.” (Y/N) said kindly. 

“Do you have any idea what you are going to order? If you don’t mind me asking?” Bucky asks sheepishly, but the woman just smiles. 

“I am dying to try this plum strudel, especially since Maya isn’t here to steal my pieces. And I need a milkshake.” (Y/N) explained; Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.

“Amaya is a bit of a sugar fiend, isn’t she? I can’t even eat my fruits in peace without her looking at me as if I stole them from her.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) rolled her eyes because she knew her daughter.

“It’s not a shocker. It’s practically my fault. When I was pregnant with her, all I did was eat candy. I have a sweet tooth, but she’s like a sugar monster.” She explained, reminiscing all the pregnancy cravings she had. Bucky laughed at her comment. 

“You sure you don’t want coffee?” Bucky asks all of a sudden. Finding it weird that she is ordering a milkshake at a café. She shook her head.

“Oh god, no. It would be my 5th coffee this day. I’ve had back-to-back meetings, and every meeting has a coffee run. Then there’s the coffee between every 15-page contract I have to write.” Bucky chuckles because that seems like he is the same in a completely different way. 

“I get you. After grading my 10th paper, I’ve already drank 3 cups of coffee. My record is 7 in one day. I was planning on getting the milkshake too.” Bucky joked, (Y/N) laughed. 

“So we are two coffee addicts on a coffee date, but we aren’t gonna drink any coffee. Got it.” (Y/N) smirked at Bucky. He felt his ears getting red. Suck it up, Bucky; she hasn’t even said anything sexual. She is just being funny. Bucky said to himself. 

“It appears that we are. I hope you don’t mind, but I’mma order the same thing as you. I love plums. My ma makes the best plum pie I’ve ever eaten.” Bucky rambled, trying to stop himself from buckling under her gaze. Suddenly (Y/N)’s phone rings. 

“Hey MJ, what’s up? Oh what? I am on my way.” (Y/N) hangs up, her face turns somber, and her eyes are filled with tears. 

“I am so sorry, Bucky, but I have to go. Amaya fell, and the babysitter told me she won't stop crying. Her arm might be broken, and I must take her to the hospital.”  She says, gathering up her purse. She was shaking, trying to stand up, but her legs were shaking. Bucky stands up to help her. 

“Can you drive?” (Y/N) shook her head, worried because Amaya was always careful. She runs around like any normal kid but is ultra-cautious about getting hurt. Bucky extended his hand, and she grabbed it. 

She gave him the directions to her house so Bucky could drive her home. She hadn’t really said anything during the entire ride; Bucky didn’t know what to do, so he did what he did best. Ramble on.

“You know I broke my arm around the same age. But mine was in a fight.” Bucky said, which got (Y/N)’s attention. 

“Back when we were kids, Steve was the smallest kid in our classroom, and there was this kid named Tom; he kept pushing him and making fun of him. So one day, I stood up for him and decided I could fight Tom. I should mention that Tom was 2 grades above us, so anyway, he pushed me so hard that I fell. Broke my arm and wasn’t allowed to go to recess anymore. My teacher, Sally, knew that Tom was a bully and got me a lesser sentence.” Bucky told her. She smiled.

“So you were a troublemaker as a kid. Kinda like my ‘Maya.” She joked, smiling, talking about her little girl. 

“Oh, Amaya is a little angel in comparison to me. She is manipulative as hell, but she’s a sweet kid. Takes after her mom.” Bucky complimented. (Y/N) sighed at his compliment. 

“I tried my best. It’s not easy, you know. Being a single mom. Sometimes I think I don’t do enough and that I am never there, but-” 

“Listen, I have been a teacher for a while now. I have seen parents who don’t care and never show up for their kids. You aren’t one of them. I know for a fact that every Wednesday, you take her to a museum or an interactive place. You are her person, and I think you are a fantastic mom. “ Bucky interrupts. He grabs her hand, and she squeezes it. Bucky parks in front of her house. Her big ass house. He keeps forgetting that she is, in fact, a well-paid lawyer. 

Amaya did indeed have a broken arm. Bucky had to carry her to the car and into the hospital. He even sat with her when she was getting her X-ray while (Y/N) talked with the doctors. 

“I wish all dads were like you.  You really made this a lot easier for her.” The nurse said, looking directly at Bucky, who was holding a very tired Amaya. Bucky felt his ears getting warm. 

“I’m not her dad.” The nurse scoffed at Bucky’s correction. 

“Could’ve fooled me with how she’s so attached to you.” She noted. (Y/N) walked into the room with the doctor.

“Hey, ‘Maya.” The little girl in Bucky’s arms stirred at the sound of her mom’s soothing voice. (Y/N)’s eyes were puffy, probably from crying at seeing her baby in pain. Bucky wanted to hug her and Amaya, but he couldn’t really move with a child in his arms with a broken arm. 

“The doctor needs you to sit on the little table over there to check you out.” (Y/N) said, which caused Amaya to slightly shake her head and grip Bucky’s arm with her non-broken hand. (Y/N) looked at Bucky in the eyes, almost pleading with him to help. 

“Amaya, if you sit there, you’ll get to take Mister Bear for the entire month.” Bucky wasn’t new to bribing kids, it’s sometimes the last resort, but Bucky knew how much Amaya loved Mister Bear. The little girl smiled weakly and turned to look at her doctor. (Y/N) smiled at Bucky, she mouthed him a thank you. Bucky was sure his cheeks were glowing red.

“Please, Mister Bucky, sign my cast.” Amaya said, giving him a pen to sign her super bright pink cast. Finally, she calmed down after they put the cast on her, and she got to pick a color. Then, they returned to (Y/N)’s house, where MJ, the babysitter, was still in the place, worried for little Maya.

Bucky laughed, signing his name on her cast and adding a roughly made butterfly. Amaya giggled at the butterfly. Bucky didn’t even notice (Y/N) walking towards them. 

“How are we gonna do the custody for Mister Bear?” She asks, noticing that Amaya is walking towards MJ so she would sign her cast. 

“Well, I use it as a teaching tool, so I have to have it during the day.” Bucky explained. (Y/N) nodded.

“And I can’t pick up Maya this week because I am in court all day.” She added. 

“I can bring him over after work if you want. “ Bucky suggests. (Y/N) extends her hand for Bucky to shake it. 

“I can agree to that, Mr. Barnes.” She said, smiling at Bucky. 

Bucky could die right now, and he would be happy. But who would’ve known that a ruined date could be saved by a shared custody agreement of a teddy bear with a 6-year-old? 

For the past week, Bucky brought Mister Bear for Amaya to play with. After giving the girl the bear, he wouldn’t leave the house. Oh no, no. (Y/N) would give him food, and he would even eat dinner with them. They talked for hours about shows, movies, their childhoods, and just everything they could think of with a glass of wine. Amaya would go to bed, and they would stay up talking, even if they had to wake up early. 

Bucky and (Y/N) had told Amaya that he was staying over for dinner in exchange for Mister Bear because saying, “Hey, mama and your teacher like each other a lot, but you can’t tell anyone” is too much for a 6-year-old. 

What they didn’t count for was that Amaya was too smart for her own good. She knew it was strange that Bucky stayed for dinner and that her mom would wear her “special” perfume whenever Mister Bucky came over. So is this how she’s gonna get a dad? And all she had to do was break her arm. 

Bucky was talking to Steve when Amaya approached him with a book. Both men turned their attention to the little girl with the bright pink cast. 

“Mister Bucky, Mister Bear and I want to read this book tonight. Could you bring it over later?” Steve’s eyes widened, and he turned to his best friend, bewildered by the revelation made by the kid. 

Bucky nodded, trying not to speak because he felt like Steve would have a heart attack if he had verbal confirmation that he was going to (Y/N)’s house every day. 

“James Buchannan Barnes, are you sleeping with your student’s mom?”Steve whisper-s creamed once Amaya was out of hearing range. 

“I am not sleeping with her… We just eat dinner together, and I bring Mister Bear for Amaya. It’s our custody agreement.” Bucky tried to explain, but Steve looked like the vein on his forehead would pop. 

“Fuck Bucky, you are in deep shit now,” Steve whispered. Wait until Bucky tells him he is utterly in love with his student’s mom. Oh shit, what?

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[nanagloom55]

hey sso fics writters, i need a sabine fic where she feels awfully guilty abt her past behaviors and tries to redeem herself after we saved jorvik or whatever, i don't need a 10k words smut fic, i need to see that woman suffer morally and realizing not everything can be acquired by force and greed. best regards, an aroace sabine fan

[tpwkwriter]

u r my fave writter everrrr! And I wanted to recommend H helping the reader with anxiety, depression, an eating disorder and like a traumatic childhood. THANK YOUUUUU

My comfort.

First of all thank you so, so much Not only for your request but lovely words! 🥰

And wowser A traumatised y/n! 🫢but luckily H is there hey!

*Warnings* mentions of depression, anxiety, trauma,drug use!, body dysmorphia, struggles with eating and various mental health issues! My dms are open always! 🤎

Love your beautiful selfs! 🫶🏼

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Ever since a young age y/n had been through various battles.

Her childhood was far from mundane, when she was about 9 her parents took to several different substances and would happily leave y/n and her sister alone for many hours through the day.

When the girl hit her early teens she was aware of what was going on and that realisation hit her like a ton of bricks, knowing her parents would rather be out doing his knows what, with god knows who then actually looking after her and her sister

When it was time for secondary school, y/n would still admit that this was the worst time for her. 7 hours of constant work to come home and play mother. The constant comparisons to her and her classmates drove her mad, the reminder of exams and work it was all a bit much.

When she hit 17 she went to college and took part in a weekend job to earn some money on the side. Of course her parents eyes lit up once they heard money was being made.

On y/n’s sisters 12th birthday y/n was finally able to buy her gifts and treat the young girl. However this didn’t go down with the rest of the family, y/n recalls this memory very clearly even though she’s been trying to repress it for years.

The argument they had that evening was booming, her father threw anything he could get his hands on, her mother threw every insult and shaming word there was, all of this because she wouldn’t lend them money?

The night quickly escalated when an empty vase was threw at y/n leaving a cut on her wrist that scarred and she still sees to this day.

From that night y/n picked up longer shifts, and more hours just for a bit more money and financial stability.

By her 18th birthday she could afford her first car, wasn’t anything grand but the freedom it allowed her was amazing, she finally felt proud of how she’s done this all herself, she finally felt pride in herself and not self hatred.

Fast forward to age 25 and her life was something she wasn’t expecting.

She was with one of the most recognisable faces, who was able to show her parts of the world she never thought she could, he gave her the biggest comfort and safe feeling that she ever so lacked.

Her sister was currently 21 living with her own boyfriend and was equally as happy, and both of them was as close as ever.

Y/n loved Harry with everything in her, and wanted no chance or risk that he would walk out on her. Y/n adamantly worked on her figure everyday, she started off her morning in the gym, went for a run at-least once a week, this was good n all but she slowly started slipping meals and going past them.

It was currently nearing 6pm and H had just come back from the studio and long day.

“Alright love?” He asks putting a hand on her waist and kissing her cheek as she was finalising dinner.

“Oh my god H” she giggled

“Y’made me jump! Didn’t hear y’come in” she smiled

“Was m’plan” he smirked kissing her again.

“How was y’day” he ask, reaching the top cupboard for too glasses knowing she wouldn’t be able to reach them.

“Was okay, got Tomorrow off so no excuse to get rid of me” she smiled.

“You?” She asked

“S’okay busy, happy to have our day tomorrow”

Dinner was finalised, and the both sat at the table speaking through there day to each other.

“Y’been to the gym today?” He asked

“Yeah” she answered.

“Did 2 hours in there today!!” She said proudly.

“M’proud of you darling, make sure we’re not overworking ourselves right?” He asks slipping her a look that was all too familiar.

“M’not, I just wanna stay, like this I guess?” She smiles.

“What do you mean baby? Y’gorgeous” he states.

“Have you eaten today?” He asks stopping in his tracks to watch her.

“Um” she wonders.

“I mean, m’eating right now, but I just wasn’t hungry really” she claims, taking another spoonful of her food to her mouth.

“Y/nnnnn” he playfully drags

“I promise I’ll eat more tomorrow, just, wasn’t hungry today!” She smiles.

“Y’did 2 hours in the gym and didn’t eat anything after?” He asks tone getting deeper and eyebrows raising.

“I really I didn’t mean to, I was running errands after and I forgot” she says standing up from her seat collecting the plates from them both.

H joins her in kitchen and helps her tidy up.

“Thanks H” she said.

“N’worries, thanks for dinner love” he says kissing her temple swiftly.

“Gonna get dressed, and then we can watch one of your bloody documentaries?” He smiles

“Y’know it H” she blushes.

They reluctantly parted, y/n found herself bundled up on the couch with a fluffy blanket awaiting her loves return, she found herself scrolling mindlessly on instagram.

When your current boyfriend has exes in the like of Kendall Jenner, cara delavine and Camille Rowe it’s often hard not to feel worse compared to them, curiosity took y/n over and she clicked on Camille’s instagram page, she was greeted with selfies, pictures of events she’s been too, her with her friends and various other things, her beautiful eyes, her shiny long hair, her model figure, she was straight out of a magazine.

Suddenly all of y/n’s work felt pointless, no matter what she would always be compared to these fashionable girls, that familiarity hits her once again.

She set her phone down and focused on the Tv in-Front of her and fell deeper into her fluffy blanket she was cuddling.

Without a word of exchange H joins her back on the sofa, sits next to the girl and guides her legs to his lap, allowing his fingers to gently trace over her shins and ankles.

“I love you” she says eyes remaining glued to the screen.

His movements stop and he turns his head to her.

“I love you too”

The night was slowly closing and the couple slowly started there evening routine.

Y/n was in there shared bathroom going through with her skincare before bed, a million thoughts popped up at once, she didn’t know if It was her anxiety or just her clear overthinking tendencies

Y/n glanced in the mirror, all she saw was all imperfections, she couldn’t even compare to Taylor swift or Kendall Jenner in anyway shape or form.

“Baby Y’alright?” Harry asked from the other side of the door.

She quickly tapped her phone to see the time just to realise she’s spent nearly an hour locked in the bathroom.

“Yeah baby m’now Coming out” she said shaking the train of though out of her head.

Silent tears roll down her face.

Him. He was so amazing in everything he did. His voice was safe. His words were so comforting. The thought of him not being around her terrified the shit out of her.

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Part 2 coming soon!

Hopefully you all like this! There will be a part 2 as I don’t want this to be a really long fic, because I have many ideas what I want done with this!!! 🤎

[sunflowerxthoughts]

ugh ive been reading through the marauders tag and have seen multiple requests doubled over various blogs and it’s so annoying and disrespectful to the writers

Exactly!!! And the least would be like “hey I love this writter and I have requested this from them but I’d love to see your take too!”

Everything is invented and I’m sure promps are bound to be repeated and that’s okay! Just do it with respect or let the author know.

Also, I’d like to add. You don’t know who is behind the screen. Maybe the author sees your request on another blog and they compare to them. Getting requests it’s exciting and maybe it puts them off writing for a while if someone else already has.

[shannyh25]

Summary: After the sudden death of Gilbert’s parents, he became his little sisters legal guardian and also Sarah’s Doctor. This is about how Gilbert handles taking care of his little sister who has anxiety and their journey on how they move in after there parents death. Anne is with them every step of the way. They eventually get married of course.

Please let me know what you guys think of my story. I always thought Gilbert would be a great big brother. Especially to a little sister. Also, I’m thinking this story is taking place after the second movie, Anne Of Avonlea. If you like the first chapter and want more, I’ll post chapter 2. You guys just tell me!

Follow me for more inspiration! 💜💕

Chapter 1

Gilbert Blythe was holding his youngest and only sister Sarah at their parents funeral. He had just graduated medical school and he was suppose to be celebrating with his family and friends. But instead, he was watching his parents get buried.

Reverend Allen was saying a prayer as a few of Gilbert’s father dearest friends were lowering the coffin into the gravesite. They had asked Gilbert if he wanted to help to, but he has said no. He needed to be with Sarah, and Anne. Gilbert’s long time girlfriend.

Gilbert took a deep shaky breath, trying to calm down. He wasn’t ready to take on the task of raising his sister. Not as a parental guardian. He was loving his role as a big brother. Now, not only is he a big brother, he was also her guardian and on top of that, Sarah’s Doctor.

Once their fathers coffin was lowered into the ground, Gilbert whispered to a whimpering Sarah “ They just lowered papas coffin into the gravesite sweetheart. They are getting ready to do momma next.”

Gilbert felt the tiny arms around him tighten. Sarah has been having a hard time since their parents died. It wasn’t fair. Gilbert had his parents for 22 years. Sarah only had them for 8 short years. Not long enough. Life was cruel, Gilbert thought.

Once they finally lowered their fathers coffin, their parents friends went over to their mothers next. Reverend Allen said another prayer for their mother and silent tears were streaming down Gilbert’s eyes. He quickly whipped them away with his free hand.

Gilbert took a peek at Anne to see how she was holding up. She was crying softly to. His parents had basically adopted Anne as their own daughter. They loved her dearly and loved how Anne loved Sarah as her own sister.

“It’s okay to cry Anne-girl. Papa and momma loved you to like their own daughter. I know it hurts, come here.” Gilbert said softly.

Gilbert opened his free arm and Anne gladly accepted the invitation. He pulled Anne close to him. He could feel Anne’s body shaking as she was crying.

Gilbert didn’t hear much of the prayer the Reverend was saying before they lowered his mother. He was focusing on Sarah and Anne.

Gilbert did notice that they were lowering the coffin down into the gravesite beside his father. The Reverend said another prayer and then their parents friends started to put dirt on top of the coffins.

They can Rest In Peace together. Side by side. Gilbert thought.

Just a couple of days ago, Gilbert and Reverend Allen walked around the Blythe’s property so Gilbert can find a nice gravesite were his parents can be buried together.

Reverend Allen and Gilbert spent about a hour hour walking around the property. Gilbert had a hard time trying to decide were his parents would be buried. He wanted them birdied at home so that Sarah can visit and talk to them whenever she pleases. Reverend Allen agreed with Gilbert and thought that was a good idea. For Sarah’s sake. Anne was kind enough and invited to have Sarah over at her house at Green Gables to distract her for awhile and get her mind off of what was going on.

Anne was happy to watch Sarah. Anne and Gilbert talked about what he was going to do tomorrow and that he thought it was best if. Sarah was at home. Anne agreed.

Gilbert had finally found a place that he thought his parents would love. It was close to the house and he wouldn’t be worried about Sarah wandering to far to visit the gravesites.

The place Gilbert found was underneath a big pine tree that had shade in the afternoons and a creek was near by. If was right across from the famous Blythe’s Apple Orchard. Eventually, Gilbert wanted to make a white picket fence to go around the burial site to try and keep wild animals out from digging it up.

Gilbert was broken out of his thoughts when Anne whispered to him “Reverend Allen just got done saying a prayer for momma. They are getting ready to buddy here next.”

Gilbert took a deep breath as his parents friends were lowering the coffin into the ground. He held Sarah tight with one hand and pulled Anne closer to him with the other. Anne was quietly crying.

Anne buried her face into Gilbert’s shoulder and he hugged her with his free arm. Her body shook with sobs. Gilbert was trying to be the strong one for all three of them.

Finally, what felt like forever, both of their parents were put in their final resting spots. Side by side. Their friends started to cover the gravesite and 20 minutes later, a fresh pile of dirt lay on top of the graves.

One by one or in small groups, their friends came over to talk to Gilbert and said comforting things to Sarah. They weren’t mad or upset that if Sarah didn’t acknowledge them. Gilbert did most of the talking and he knew Sarahs anxiety was going yo start acting up. He wanted to get her inside to rest as soon as possible.

Finally, Doctor Spencer shook hands with Gilbert and told him that he was sorry he couldn’t help or save his parents. Gilbert told him it wasn’t his fault an Gilbert still looked up to Doctor Spencer a great Doctor.

“You take care of your sister Gilbert. Watch for any signs of her in case she gets sick. You know what took look for. Give her a check up once this lot leaves and have her rest for a few days. Her anxiety hasn’t been that bad while you were gone. Just the last week with everything happening to your parents. You know how to take care of her anxiety to. Your so good with her Gilbert. Be the best big brother that you can. Then worry about being a Doctor. When your ready, come by my office and we can talk.” Doctor Spencer said.

“Yes sir Doctor Spencer. You know I’ll take good care of Sarah. I plan on giving her a check up when we go in. I’ll let you know if I need help. Thank you for everything you have done for Sarah my parents.” Gilbert said.

“Good man. I’ll be by in a few days to check in on you and Sarah. See how Sarah is doing.” Doctor Spencer said.

Then Doctor Spencer made his way over to Anne. “ Keep an eye on him Anne. See that he doesn’t run himself sick or exhausted. We both know that he will. He will be focusing on Sarah and her health right know. Especially since he is a fresh out of medical school. If he doesn’t slow down, come and get me and I’ll talk to him, or have one of the twins get me. I’ll be by in a few days to check on Gilbert and Sarah.”

“I will Doctor Spencer. He is worried Sarah might catch Typhoid since she was expose to it. I pray that she doesn’t.” Anne said.

“Thank you Anne. I’ll see you in a few days. Call me if you need me sooner.” Doctor Spencer said.

With that, Doctor Spencer made his way over to his buggy and got in it. He nodded his head to Marilla and Rachel as he rode off.

Marilla and Rachel were standing in a corner somewhat close Gilbert and they were talking softly to each other.

Rachel was watching Gilbert and how he was comforting Sarah. Rubbing her back and talking softly to her. Anne was close with him to.

“Gilbert Blythe was meant to be a big brother. That’s what.” Mrs. Rachel Lynde was telling her best friend Marilla. Marilla nodded her head in agreement as she stared over at Gilbert holding his little sister Sarah.

Gilbert’s parents had died from Scarlet Fever lees then a week ago. Gilbert had just graduated from Medical School with high honors. They had a big celebration. Then a couple of days later, there parents sadly passed away.

“Do you think he will get mad or impatient with Sarah when her anxiety kicks in?” Rachel asked.

“Absolutely not. No one has more patients then Gilbert. He won’t get angry at her. That will make things worse. He will be loving, caring, patient with her. He is a Doctor and no one will understand Sarah more then Gilbert will. I’m not worried about that at all. Plus, he has Anne to help him and us.” Marilla said.

“Sarah is going to school right?” Rachel asked.

“According to Anne yes. Anne and Gilbert were talking last night and when Gilbert thinks Sarah is ready, she will start school. Gilbert is planning on her going to school not next week when it starts, but the week after. Gilbert will be her teacher at home. Anne liked that idea since Gilbert was a teacher after all. Anne will come over in the afternoons to see how they are doing in Sara’s homework that Gilbert will give her.” Marilla

Marilla felt a tug on her sleeve and looked down. It was Dora. Dora had been so quite, that Marilla forgot that Dora was even there. Marilla smiled softly at Dora.

“What is it Dora?” Marilla asked.

“Sarah won’t be starting school with us? Even though it starts next week? I was so excited to have her at school and we would share a seat together. Anne even said so.” Dora said.

Marilla couldn’t help but chuckle at Dora’s sadness.

“Sarah won’t be starting school right away as I have mentioned. Anne and Gilbert feel that Sarah will be more stressed and anxious if she goes to school right away. Since Gilbert is also Sarah’s doctor know, he has the right to keep her home from school until he feels like Sarah can handle it. Her anxiety is already high Anne said and Gilbert doesn’t need Sarah to be in anymore stress at the moment. What Sarah needs to know, Gilbert and Anne can teach her at home until they feel she is ready. Gilbert used to be a teacher and he knows exactly what Sarah needs to learn and study.” Marilla said.

Dora thought about this for moment. “Can I come over to Gilbert’s house with Anne sometimes after school? I can help Sarah go and keep her company. Give Gilbert and Anne a break for awhile.”

Marilla couldn’t help but smile at Dora. She didn’t think it was a bad idea.

“I don’t see why not. We can talk to Anne about it and then Gilbert. I think it will be good for Sarah to be around someone close to her age. I’ll speak with Anne tomorrow about it. Right know, I want her to focus on Gilbert and Sarah.” Marilla said.

Dora didn’t say anything after Marilla had explained why Sarah wasn’t going to. But, she was happy that she had agreed to let Dora go over sometimes when Gilbert or Anne gave them the okay.

Dora was hoping she would be able to take Sarah out into the famous Blythe’s Apple Orchard to pick apples and make a pie for Gilbert and Sarah. Usually, Sarah and Dora pick apples in the fall. Occasionally with Sarahs family and Gilbert if he was home. Sarah loved picking apples and she would send a box full of them to Gilbert while he was at school. Which always made Gilbert laugh.

After all the Apple picking, Dora and sometimes Anne would go over to the Blythe’s and spend the day baking apple pies. It was always a fun time for Dora.

Finally, what felt like a life time to Dora, Marilla noticed that Reverend Allen left and it was just Anne, Gilbert, and Sarah. They made there way over.

“I’m very sorry for your loss Gilbert. Your parents were very nice, respectful, hard work people. They will be missed dearly.” Marilla said softly.

“Thank you Marilla. We will miss them and it breaks my heart Sarah has only had 8 years with them when I had longer years. At least she got to experience there love and kindness.” Gilbert said softly.

Rachel and Marilla nodded there head in agreement.

“How did Sarah do last night?” Rachel asked.

“Not very good I’m afraid. She was crying and asking for our parents. Her anxiety kicked in about midnight and she threw up a few times from it. Clinging to me. After I gave her a brief check up, I crawled into bed with her and stayed with her all night. Telling her I wasn’t going anywhere. That she stuck with me whether she likes it her not. She got some sleep, I didn’t get much. I was to worried about today and how Sarah would do.” Gilbert said.

“Poor child. If anyone can get Sarah better, it’s you Gilbert. You know her better then any of us. Just please, don’t get mad at Sarah for her anxiety.” Rachel said.

“I would never, ever, get mad at her for that Rachel. You know that as well I do, I would never loose my patients with her. She is just a child that lost her parents. Right know, we just need time and she needs to understand what is happening. You have my word that she is in safe hands with me. I’m her doctor know and know that I am home, I can keep a close on her.” Gilbert said.

“That’s all I ask Gilbert. Just make Sarah feel safe and loved. But, be firm when you have to.” Rachel added.

“I will Rachel. Thank you.” Gilbert said.

“ I’ll make a pot of Beef Stew and I’ll have Anne bring it over in the morning for you guys. I’ll make enough to last at least a week. Along with some fresh bread. Don’t try to talk me out of it Gilbert Blythe. I need you and Sarah to stay healthy and we all know that you can’t get very well. According to Anne. You even burn eggs! How? I have no idea. This will give me something to do as well.” Marilla said.

“Thank you Marilla. We will be sure to eat it. It won’t go to waste.” Gilbert said.

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Once Gilbert had brought Sarah into the house, he sat her down on the couch and he went to go and get a chair. Anne was with him and she was going to help with Sarah to.

Gilbert brought a chair and Anne went to sit on the couch with Sarah. Sarah looked defeated and heartbroken at the same time.

“Gilbert?” Sarah whispered.

If Gilbert wasn’t paying attention, he might not have heard the tiny voice call his name. He turned around with his doctors bag and looked at his sister.

“What is it sweetheart?” He asked.

He had sat down and and placed his Doctor bag on the floor.

Sarah bit her lip and trying to figure out what to say. Gilbert has an idea and so did Anne. But, they wanted Sarah to talk.

“Is it my fault momma and papa died? I couldn’t help them when they were asking for it. I tried to help them. All I could do was give them water and put cool cloths on their forehead. Feed them a little bit of soup some people had brought over. But, but, right before they died, momma called me asking for help and by the time I got to her, her and papa died. It’s my fault they died.” Sarah whimpered.

Gilbert’s heart broke for his sister and he pulled her into his lap and she clung to him. He knew her anxiety was going to go up soon, and he needed her to calm down.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s not your fault momma and papa died. You didn’t do anything wrong. The sickness they had came on all of a sudden. Without warning and I pray to god you don’t catch what they had. You did nothing wrong little one. You are to young to take on that big of a responsibility. Why no one called me or got a hold of me, I don’t know. You did the right thing by going over to Anne’s to tell her what happen. I’m so sorry little one I got here so late and I might have been able to them. It’s not your fault sweetheart.” Gilbert had said.

Sarah by this point was whimpering and her breathing picked up. Gilbert new that was a sign of her anxiety kicking in. This was going to be a long road to recovery for Sarah.

“Anne-girl, can you hand me the trash can please? I think Sarah might need it.” Gilbert muttered.

Whipping her eyes, Anne got up to get the trash can. Glad to do something useful. She handed it to Gilbert just as Sarah threw up.

Anne held Sarah’s hair back and rubbed her back.

“Is it her anxiety Gil or what your parents had?” Anne whispered.

“Just her anxiety. I knew this was coming on. I could feel how tense she was when I was holding her and breathing was more deep and labored at the service. We are going to have to keep a close eye on her for any symptoms of what ma and pa had.” Gilbert said.

“I’ll help watch her to.” Anne said.

“You okay little one? Can you take slow deep breaths for me? Follow my breathing.” Gilbert said.

Gilbert placed a hand on Sarah’s chest to see how fast her heart was beating. From what he can tell, it was beating to fast for him.

“Okay sweetheart. Slow breath in, slow breath out. Follow my breathing. I know you don’t feel good right know. I need to get your breathing under control. That’s right. Breath in, breath out.” Gilbert said.

Sarah was trying to do what her brother was telling her to do. It was hard for her and Gilbert new it was hard for her. He was going to give her some medicine to help her sleep.

“Anne-girl, I’m going to bring Sarah into my room and give her something to help her sleep. Can you grab my bag and I’ll carry Sarah?” Gilbert asked.

“Of course.” Anne said.

Gilbert got up and was whispering to Sarah saying how proud cans brave she was. That she was going to be okay to his sister. Telling her that they were going into Gilbert’s room and she was going to lay on his bed for awhile.

He put her down and she didn’t want to let go of him.

“Don’t leave me Gilbert. I’ll be good. Please don’t leave.” Sarah whimpered.

“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart. Not without you. You have my word. I’m just putting you on my bed and you will be more comfortable there. I’m going to give you a quick check up though.” Gilbert said.

Anne sat on the bed next to Sarah while Gilbert got out his stethoscope. Gilbert knew Sarah didn’t like it when he went into doctor mode, but, he needed to monitor her symptoms and watch for any signs of illness.

Gilbert put the ear pieces in and he told her he was going to unbotton her dress so he can listen to her heart. Anne had helped Sarah sit up and Gilbert quickly unbotton the top part of the dress.

“This is going to be cold sweetheart. Bear with me okay. I’m going to place this on your chest and I need you to be still and quite. Are you ready?”

Sarah nodded her head yes.

Gilbert placed the bell on her chest and she flinched at the coldness of it and she could feel his fingers on her chest to. He looked straight into Sarah’s eyes while he was listening. Moving around the bell of the stethoscope around her chest to hear her heart. Her heart was slowing down to a normal best much to Gilbert relief.

“I’m going to put this on your back to hear your lungs. I’m going to have Anne unbotton your back part of your dress okay?” Gilbert said.

Anne quickly did as Gilbert asked and he leaned Sarah forward a bit so he can hear her lungs. He listen to her lungs for about another 10, minutes. Moving the bell of the stethoscope around. Her lungs sounded good so far. Gilbert gave a sigh of relief.

Gilbert took the ear pieces out and draped the stethoscope around his neck. He buttoned up the front part of the dress while Anne did the back. Then he gave Sarah a kiss on the forehead telling her how brave she is being.

“I’m going to lay you back on the bed and lift your dress up, but, have the covers covering up your legs to your waist. I want to look at your tummy.

Anne and Gilbert had lay Sarah back down on the bed and Gilbert pulled her dress up to were her tummy was exposed. He pulled the blanket up to Sarah’s waist and her dress was just above her tummy.

“Okay sweetheart. I’m going to feel your tummy for any bumps or lumps. I’m sorry that my hands are cold. I need you tell me if I’m hurting you.” Gilbert told her.

Anne held Sarah’s hand. She felt like she needed to do something and Gilbert gave Anne a look that said thank you and Anne nodded her head yes.

Gilbert felt Sarah’s tummy. Pushing on her tummy and gently running his fingers over her tummy. While the whole time, he was feeling Sarah’s tummy, he was staring in his sisters eyes and face. Watching for any signs of pain or discomfort. There was none to his relief.

Gilbert pulled Sarah’s dress back down and pulled the covers back up. He patted her hand and asked “How are you doing sweetheart? Feeling any nausea? Like you have to throw up?”

Sarah didn’t look at her brother on the eyes of face. She didn’t want him to worry anymore then he has to. He smiled at her. Anne gave her hand a squeeze.

“I can’t help you little one if you don’t tell you don’t feel good. I have one more thing I want to check before I let you take a nap. Do you feel like you have to throw up? I promise I won’t be mad. Trust me, if I get mad at you Anne will break a dozen slates over my head.” Gilbert said

Gilbert winked at Anne and Sarah slowly shook her head yes. Telling her brother she has to throw up. Just as she was nodding her head yes, Gilbert quickly took the trash can by his bed and Sarah had thrown up.

Anne rubbed Sarah’s back and pulled her hair back as Gilbert was comforting his sister. His whole world.

“I-I’m sorry. I tried not to throw up. Really I did. Please don’t be mad.” Whimpered a terrified Sarah.

Gilbert looked at Anne helplessly. Anne shook her head sadly understanding Gilbert.

“I will never be mad at you sweetheart for having anxiety. It’s perfectly normal. Especially what you have gone through the last few days. You have my word and Anne as a witness that I will never scold you or be angry with you for having anxiety okay? We are going to get through this. I promise. I know you feel responsible for loosing ma and pa, but please sweetheart, it’s not your fault they got sick and died. Their bodies just couldn’t handle the sickness. I should have been home. I had to take care of a few things first. Your okay sweetheart. I promise.” Gilbert said.

“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart. Not without you or Anne. We are a family. We will stay here in Avonlea so we can be close to Ma and Pa. You can visit them everyday when you feel better. I’m not going anywhere.” Gilbert said.

Sarah clung to him. Her breathing was picking up fast again and Gilbert can tell she was going to throw up. She did. Sarah got herself worked up and it broke Gilbert’s heart to see that.

“Anne, I need to finish up my exam on Sarah. Then I’m going to give her something to help her sleep. Nothing heavy. A light sedative. But, she won’t like it, and I’ll need you to help hold her.” Gilbert said.

Anne nodded. Knowing exactly what Gilbert meant. He was going to give her an injection with some medication to help her sleep. She needs a good rest for at least a few hours.

“Sweetheart, can I finish up my exam I’m giving you? It will only be about 10 more minutes. Then you need to sleep. I’m just going to feel your neck and your throat and make sure there isn’t anything alarming or I need to be concerned with. “

Sarah nodded her head yes.

“I’m sorry my hands are cold. This won’t take long.” Gilbert said.

“Can you tilt your head back for me a bit? So I can fell your throat?” Gilbert asked.

Sarah did as she was told. Gilbert put his finger tips on top of her throat and head concentrating very hard while he light moves his finger tips up and down her throat and on the sides. He felt relieved when he didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.

“You can relax know sweetheart. I’m just going to feel the sides of your neck and the back of your neck. Then I’m just about done.” Gilbert said.

Once again, Gilbert this time used his whole hands on neck. He ran his fingers tips up and down the side of her neck and then the back. Again, he didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.

“All seems good little one. I just need to do one more thing. I’m afraid you won’t like it, but, since I’m your doctor, I feel like it’s the right thing to do. You need sleep sweetheart. Anne said they have tried everything. “ Gilbert said gently.

Sarah’s eyes got wide when she realizes what her brother meant she tried to back away, but, she ran into Annes chest. Anne wrapped her arms gently around Sarah and stroked her hair.

“Don’t make him do it Anne. Please. I’ll go to sleep. I promise. I don’t want any needles.” Sarah begged Anne.

“I’m sorry darling. But, your brother is your doctor and he has the right to feel what he needs to do. He is very gentle.” Anne said.

Sarah was watching her brothers every move while he was getting the syringe ready and the needle. That’s when Sarah knew her brother wasn’t joking and that he was serious. He really was a doctor at this point. Her Doctor. Gilbert was going to give Sarah her first injection.

Gilbert got out the vaccine and the small bottle of medicine. He filled the syringe up very carefully. Then when he was happy with the amount, he squirted out the air bubbles a little bit and then flicked the syringe to mix the medicine up.

Anne felt Sarah flinch while he did that with the syringe. Anne gave Sarah a small comforting hug.

Anne could tell that Sarah was starting to get antsy and she started to stroke Sarah’s hair. Telling her that everything was going to be okay and that both Anne and Gilbert will be here when she wakes up. That she has nothing to worry about. That she needed sleep.

Sarah watched Gilbert walk over to his bed and sat down on it. Sarah curled up in Annes lap. Suddenly afraid that her brother is her Doctor and he won’t take any nonsense from her.

“No needles Gilbert. Please. I’ll promise I’ll go to sleep on my own. I don’t want any medicine to make me sleep.” Sarah said.

Gilbert gently took Sarah’s hand and squeezed it. Sarah was curled up against Annes chest. Hiding her arms.

“I love you sweetheart. I’m not doing this to hurt you. I’m doing this to help you. Your tired little one and you need your rest or you will get sick. Are you ready? It’s going to be a little poke. Don’t fight it. Just sleep and I’ll be here when you wake up. I love you baby girl.” Gilbert said.

Sarah moved from her spot from Annes lap and moved over to Gilbert’s lap. Which he gracefully accepted. She curled up in it and hugged him.

“Your not mad at me sweetheart? For giving you an injection to help you sleep? You understand right?” Gilbert asked.

Sarah nodded her head yes.

“Are you ready sweetheart? I’m going to roll up your sleeve and clean your arm off with a wipe. Then im going to give your arm a small pick. It will hurt for just a moment. Don’t fight the medication. Let it do it’s work okay? I’ll be right here when you wake up. I love you.” Gilbert said.

While Sarah was still on Gilbert lap, Gilbert gently rolled up Sarah’s sleeve of her dress. He gently cleaned the area on her arm were he was going to inject her with the medicine.

“You can hold Anne’s hand little one. Take a deep breath in and slowly let it out.” Gilbert said.

Gilbert gently squeezed Sarah’s arm to relax the muscles. One hand holding Annes, Sarah buried her face in Gilbert’s chest. Sarah felt a small poke in her arm and whimpered.

Less then five second, Gilbert pulled the needle out and set the syringe on the dresser for the short term and he rolled down Sarah’s sleeve.

“I love you baby girl. Sleep good and I’ll see you when you wake up.” Gilbert said.

Sarah told Gilbert she loved him to and she finally fell asleep in her brothers lap.

[misslili265]

What about Chrollo and Kurapika with a writter s/o headcanon? Thank you >v<

Aya, hey reader, thank you for the request, oh love these two, I would take any of them!!! Let's write your headcanons, hope you enjoy 💓

CHROLLO AND KURAPIKA HEADCANONS

Chrollo lives for the Phantom Troupe, for him this is the only way to go.  But if one were able to break into the heart of the devoted leader, it would be quite a feat. 

Chrollo would still be devoted to work, but once you wrapped him in the chains, not of death like Kurapika, but of love, he would be handed over to you.  Although before he didn't care much about whether he was going to live or die, it's like Chrollo's personality, your existence causes a desire for protection.  In his mind, from now on, he needs to do this job. 

You would always be escorted, but only by the more centered of the troupe.  And updates of your every step would be required from them. 

No, Chrollo wouldn't shove you into a dirty hole where the troupe gathers.  You would be oblivious to it.  Being with a wanted has disadvantages. 

You would have to live with a certain absence of Chrollo sometimes, who wants to not put you in any situation that could be used against him.  And if someone discovered your whereabouts and threatened to kill you, Chrollo would without hesitation do the impossible to save you, if there was no way out, he would ask for your life in exchange for his own. 

On the other hand, we would need a better word than luxury to describe your situation.  Chrollo would bathe you in wealth.  You would be extremely spoiled.  And when he had the opportunity to be with you, he would be affectionate and seductive, and handsome as he is, it wouldn't take much effort on his part.  When together he would cover you with kisses and hugs, smiling in a naughty way knowing about his power how he always get what he wants. 

And in case you ever went against his opinion, Chrollo would just smile and use all the manipulative power he possesses to get inside your mind.  Until his will was fulfilled. 

Chrollo would not be insecure in a relationship.  But depending on the level of love he feels, leaving him wouldn't be a good idea. 

Chrollo is a leader by nature, and he knows how to direct things to happen according to the plans he has.  With you the effort would be channeled, leaving you at the mercy of the head of the Phantom Troupe's tender arms.

Love him, it's not an option. But well…this it's not that hard, isn't?

Revenge is the angelic man's reason for living.  Kurapika works hard to do justice.  But when crossing your path and falling for your grace, he would have an existential crisis. 

Revenge is something that seems to cry out for him.  But questions such as.  "- Would that bring them back? Is this a sign that I can follow a different destiny? Questions of this nature would torment Kurapika's head. That he would only have moments of quiet by your side of the brave member of the extinct Kuruta clan, with you  moments when Kurapika would feel something inside of him filling his being more than an emptiness in his chest.

Simple things that you did on a daily couple basis between the self-imposed missions that Kurapika would perform, would make him just fall more and more. Ice cream, outdoors together, all this would lead him to rethink your safety and his own.

After all, he has thought of something special about your future...

He continues to be careful and eliminate members of the Phantom Troupe without you knowing, because in his opinion, you would try to stop him, which would be true.

But he becomes cautious, as the desire to get back to the one he loves would increase, becoming a necessity.

Kurapika would be wary of displays of affection at first, but if you're the type who loves to show how much you love through caresses, he'll sooner or later discover a side of you he didn't think so exist.  He would develop affection and crave your touch.  The run of your fingers through his golden hair, the small, long kisses, the light bites on his neck would make him blush and feel overwhelmed in passion and desire. But at some point he would realize that without it he could no longer live. 

Yes, he would complete his revenge.  But after that, surely a ring would be on your finger.  In addition to all the love he's sure he feels, because as we know, Kurapika isn't the type to have doubts about his decisions. 

He would also love you with one goal in mind, that of restoring his own clan, when choosing someone, he would be old romantic and faithful for life, and definitely devoted to his family proudly.

[haleyhunwritess]

Pls make more part for broken promise. Maybe until it got the ending that the reader is free or whatever you wanna make it. I just love everything about part 4 you just made. You're just sooo talented that your stories touch my heart sometimes it makes my heart flinch in sad or happy way. I just found your blog and you're starting to be my fav writter

The Necklace

Warnings: Dark DD/LG themes, read previous parts of Broken Promises for more.

A/N: Ahhh omg, that's very sweet of you, I'm really glad you're enjoying my work, there is going to be more parts to Broken Promises, so she's not free...yet. But please DM me or send me an ask if you have any ideas about something you'd like to see!!

"No, no, no! You're doing it all wrong!!" Bucky chuckled softly as she pouted at him. He scooped her up and placed her on the counter after setting the pink frosting-filled piping bag down.

This had been going on for the past two hours ever since Bucky suggested that they try making Steve some cookies so he'll finally stop giving Bucky the silent treatment for bringing home a stray cat without even talking to him first. Steve was still a little apprehensive because of what Wanda said to him, even though things were beginning to improve after she had helped them. Bucky argued that Steve was being overly neurotic and said that this could be perfect addition to their little family and even help their girl adjust more if necessary.

Bucky decided to make him a special treat with his girl, who was overjoyed to have a new pet. Bucky promised to let her have some of the leftover cookie dough if she helped him, which she couldn't say no to.

"Okay fine, how should I be doing this then, princess?"

"Well maybe you should try to make them...I don't know...prettier?" Bucky fake gasped at her comment while trying to hold back a smile, making her giggle a bit.

"What do you mean? They're not pretty enough for you, doll?"

"They don't even look like hearts! It looks messy and there is frosting everywhere!"

"Alright, alright! Let's skip the frosting then, the cookies are sweet enough."

"No! I want frosting on them! Just let me do it please?" She sulked, wanting to get off the counter and towards him. She held out her arms for him, and he moved closer, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist and wrap her arms around his neck.

"Yeah? Do you want to try doing it all by yourself, doll?" She nodded and leaned in for a kiss.

"Yes! I promise I'll be good, Dada." She held out her pinky for him and he grinned softly before wrapping his pinky around hers.

"Alright fine, but are you sure you're up for this, princess? I don't know if my little girl can do this, she is such a little baby." He teased her, making her blush and whine lightly.

"Mhmm...little babies aren't supposed to help out in the kitchen, are they? I can't have my babygirl getting hurt." He leaned in to give her a kiss, making her blush even harder. She quickly covered up her face, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

"Hey, hey! Don't start now. No whining, okay?" His hand gently stroked her thigh before smacking it as he gave her a harsh look while gazing into her eyes.

"See what I mean? Such a little baby, oh my. It's okay, doll. I'll finish this, how about you go have some cuddles with our new kitty on the couch?" She quickly nodded, and he picked her up off the counter and put her down to go find Alpine.

"Alpine?" She called out for the cat a few times, while looking around the living room. "Dada, where is Alpine?"

"I don't know sweetheart, maybe check upstairs."

She began walking up the stairs, hissing at the cold hardwood flooring beneath her feet, and eventually made her way up to her bedroom in search of the cat, however, she still couldn't find her new beloved friend. With a pout, she decided to go down the hall and see if Steve was awake yet.

She was passing by Steve's office when she thought she heard Alpine in there. She knew she wasn't allowed to go into S's office unless he gave her permission. Maybe he was inside? She decided to knock on the door a few times before calling out for S to see if he was inside.

"Daddy?"

She hesitantly twisted the doorknob of Steve's office room, cautiously slipping inside, and quietly closing the door behind her. She grinned as she saw Alpine perched atop Steve's desk.

"Alpine! I've been looking everywhere for you!" She approached the desk and attempted to pick up the cat, but the feline leapt off and rushed towards the front of the desk, knocking over a sizeable box that held many files and a few other items.

"Oh no! Why did you do that, Alpine?! Daddy is not gonna be happy about this, and he already wants you to leave...Should I tell Dada? No...maybe Dada will think Daddy is right... I'll just clean it up..." She quickly crouched down to put everything back in the box so Steve wouldn't find out what happened.

She picked up one of the necklaces that fell out of the box. A beautiful small heart-shaped gold necklace with the initial P engraved on it. It looked strangely familiar, and it made her smile, but she couldn't figure out why.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she abruptly heard noise coming from Steve's room. She waited until it was quiet again before putting everything back in the box. For some reason, she didn't want to put the necklace back into the box when she realized it was the last thing left from the box.  She knew she should return it, but maybe Steve wouldn't notice? She hurriedly placed the box back where it belonged and slipped the necklace in the pocket of her pants.

"Alpine, come on let's go, we'll go find Dada and bring some cookies upstairs for Daddy!" The cat left the room as soon as she opened the door. She sighed in relief and swiftly exited the room, firmly closing the door behind her as she followed the cat downstairs to go see Bucky.

"There you are, doll. I thought you were going to cuddle with Alpine on the couch." Bucky grinned when he saw his girl making her way downstairs. She smiled back at Bucky, but her smile instantly changed into a pout when she saw him pick up Alpine and snuggle her close to him.

"Dada?"

"Yes, princess?" Bucky answered his girl without even turning to look at her, instead smiling down at Alpine and softly playing with his new cat.

She pouted a little more before deciding to return upstairs and look for Steve. It wasn't fair that Alpine was suddenly receiving more attention than her. As she recalled how Bucky used to pick her up, spin her around, kiss her, and cuddle with her on the couch, a few tears started to fall down her cheeks.

"Sweetness, are those tears I see?" She looked up to see Steve emerge from his room and rush towards her, a concerned expression on his face.

"Daddy" Her lower lip trembled slightly as he lifted her up and rubbed her back, trying to silence her cries.

"Oh bubba, what's wrong? Come on, tell Daddy what's wrong so I can make it all better, please?" She shook her head and continued to cry on his shoulder.

"Bucky, get up here!" She began to cry louder when she heard Steve yell for Bucky. Steve instantly started to whisper apologises and sweet words in her ear, thinking she was crying harder now because of his loud voice. "Bubs please, what is it? You know I hate seeing you so upset."

"I-I sowwy...pwease..."

"Oh sweetness, it's okay you didn't do anything, alright? It's not your fault, okay? If you don't wanna talk about it just yet it's okay."

As if on cue, Bucky came striding upstairs, still holding Alpine in his arms. As soon as he realized how upset his little girl was, his facial expressions quickly changed to a distressed one. Bucky approached her and stroked her hair in an effort to comfort her.

"Princess, what's wrong?" As soon as she saw the cat in his arms, she felt herself becoming angry. She couldn't help herself and attempted to push Alpine away from Bucky as soon as she heard the cat purring in his arms.

"Hey! Stop it! We don't hit or push others. Now, I know you're feeling upset about something but there's no need to push Alpine, okay?" Bucky glared at her and took a step back to put Alpine down, who decided to return downstairs. He frowned even more when he looked up and saw Steve smirking at him.

"What are you smiling about?"

"I think someone is a bit jealous, and doesn't like sharing her Dada." Steve gazed down at his girl, who blushed at his remark and turned to bury her face in the nook of his neck.

"What? That's not true. Right, doll?" Bucky attempted to move her away from Steve's neck in order to force her to look up at him. Still feeling embarrassed, she whimpered slightly while keeping her face covered from him.

"Oh no, doll, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I'm so sorry, princess. Please forgive me?" Bucky gave her a sad smile as she reluctantly turned to face him. She shifted her head away from Steve's neck and reached out to Bucky, who scooped her up in an instant. "Aw I'm so sorry, babygirl. How about we go cuddle downstairs on the couch, huh?" She nodded before smiling and resting her head on his shoulder. Bucky chuckled slightly, amused by her jealousy, and turned to face Steve, who was still smirking.

"I told you so."

Bucky rolled his eyes before leading his girl downstairs. He noticed her yawning and her eyes becoming heavier. While walking to the kitchen to get a bottle for her, he began to gently bounce her in his arms. He made sure she couldn't see the little pill he put in her drink before handing it to her and heading over to the living room. She was placed in his lap as he sat down on the couch and carefully let her sip the drugged milk till she ultimately nodded off.

She slowly stirred in her sleep as he took the bottle from her and moved forward to set it on the coffee table. As he moved back, he gently stroked her hair while admiring how peacefully she was sleeping.

"Bucky, come here for a second." He groaned quietly as the precious moment was abruptly destroyed by Steve calling him. He carefully moved her from his lap to the couch, then reached down to cover her with the couch's blanket. Then he saw something hanging out of her pocket. He knelt down to take it from her pocket to see what it was.  His eyes widened as he realized where she got that from. He hurriedly made his way upstairs to Steve's office, where he was met with a distressed Steve.

"Hey Bucky, did you come in here today? My files are all out of place, and for some reason, I can't seem to find the necklace." Steve was looking around the room, trying to look for the necklace.

"You mean this one?" Bucky held up the necklace while glaring at Steve. Steve immediately sighed in relief, reaching for the necklace.

"Yes, oh thank god. Where was it?"

"She had it." Bucky threw it onto his desk and sat down in a nearby chair.

"I swear if this is Alpine's doing then-"

"No, Steve. I mean our girl had this. It was in her pocket. Please explain to me how the fuck she was even able to get in here. I thought we both agreed to keep this room locked at all times."

"Fuck."

[disneytva]

TCA Sets Dates For Winter Tour 2024 - Disney Attending The Event With Disney Branded Television Panel TBD.

TCA has set its Winter 2024 return for February 5 at the Langham Hotel in Pasadena with the tour ending on the 15. The live event returns following the Summer Tour cancellation due to the WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes.

Disney is set to attend on February 9-10 with FX Networks and ABC, surprisingly Hulu and Disney Branded Television are nowhere to be found however according to TCA participating shows, units and panelists will be released at a later time. So expect on the upcoming month to get more updates on the panelist and units attending the press tour.

As you may know previous TCA Press Tours have unveiled many announcements, this year's edition unveiled the Phineas And Ferb revival, renewals for Pupstruction, SuperKitties and Firebuds, 2022 unveiled greenlight orders for SuperFudge and Tiny Trailblazers and 2021 edition unveiled greenlight orders for Pupstruction, Mickey's Tales of Two Witches, Mickey and Minnie's Wish Upon A Christmas.

Based on this here's our SPECULATION on what MIGHT be announced:

-Cookies & Milk key art and Guest Cast List

-Key Arts for "RoboGobo", "Hey A.J!" and "Kindergarten: The Musical"

-Key Art, Synopsis,Director and Writters for Disney TVAs films "SuperFudge" & "The School For Sensitive Souls"

-Greenlight orders for Jose Zelaya, Dave Pressler and Harland Williams - Disney Junior shows

-Greenlight orders for Latoya Raveneau, Nic Smal, Lucy Heavens, Noah Z Jones, Ryan W. Quincy, Thurop Van Orman, C.H. Greenblatt - Disney Channel shows

-Information on recently revealed series "Sam Witch", "Fantasy Sports", "Neon Galaxy", Johnny Guitar Rock Star" and "La Familia Avenúñez" who got revealed via trademark sites

-Big City Greens: The Movie synopsis, key art and date.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Bro, Tyzula shippers are delusional and unhinged. How does the new comic "prove" their ship in any way? Ty Lee literally attacks Azula like she does in every other comic. Why are they the new Zutarians?

It's called "I'm insecure and need to overcompensate." They both KNOW their ships are not canon, but they think fanon means inferior, so they make shit up and hide behind accusations of homophobia/sexism when people point out "Hey, no disrespect but what you're describind just flat out didn't happen." Once again, I say all this as a Tyzula fan myself.

And seriously, HOW does "Azula In The Spirit Temple" prove Tyzula? They did not have a single positive interaction, and despite this story being way more fair and accurate to Azula's actual flaws (like her refusing to accept she was wrong for threatening Ty Lee into leaving the circus) it still seems to insist on the retcon of "Azula never had a single genuine friendshi, ever, Mai and Ty Lee were just coerced 24/7" instead of having Azula accidentally destroy her bond with them, so if anything, this just buried their ship six feet under since it says "their connection never existed in the first place."

Not to mention, we see a glimpse of Azula's ideal world, where she's loved and appreciated (and killed the Avatar because she's still Azula) - and not only is Ty Lee not in it, her and Mai are the "bad presences" that ruin her dream. Dream that included a BOY awkwardly calling Azula pretty.

Tyzula fans really should chill and enjoy the comic for what it was - God knows I was apprehensive about it, but it turned out pretty great.

Hell, even as a fan of two non-canon pairings, I still got some stuff I can take out of context for shits and giggles - Azula all bitter saying "Mai was stupid and left for a stupid boy that didn't like her anyway" is just PERFECT for Maizula and Zucest... and I don't have to pretend it was more than just the writters going "Azula can't accept that she screwed up and Mai was right to choose Zuko over their toxic friendship" because I don't need canon to validate my OTPs.