#cass' little writing diary

[likecassandra-ao3]

if u had told me two weeks ago, i would write a helaegon au starting with🩸& 🧀 i would not have believed u. but here we are and i have a mild hyperfixation.

[cutebat]

You know what, fuck it. I'm going to write my own neglectful yandere batfamily cause everyone else is doing it, but I'm going to do it in a different way.

Yandere Batfam x Neglected, but Defiant Reader

Prologue (Diary Entry)

Warning(s): Mentions of yandere themes, neglect, emotional abuse, mentions of physical abuse, forcing to drop out, attempted guilt tripping, reader is just venting out her feelings

(I made this in the reader's POV to make the whole 'diary entry' thing more sense.)

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July 22, 2024

It's funny when someone tells their story.

Only to be told back that it's unrealistic.

Almost as if they're afraid to believe it's real...

Oh, God, that sounded dark.

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For everyone who doesn't know,

Bruce is a billionaire who's also a shitty dad

Dick is a dick, like actually

Jason uses his trauma to let all his frustrations on me

Tim is a delusional bitch

Cass was okay until she knocked me to the ground

Damian is just a thing who you want to burn to ashes

Alfred... I guess is just Alfred

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I was basically raised as what people would call a 'black sheep'. Kind of like... actually, I don't need to explain all that.

Basically, I was adopted by the infamous Bruce Wayne when I was ten for whatever reason. After the first day of living with him and the family and giving me the new role of Batgirl, everyone just pretended as if I didn't exist.

I tried to interact with every one of them and all I got were "sorry, can't talk right now" and "can you shut up".

Like, WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO THEM?!

Is it because I'm prettier than all of them and had barely any trauma in my past? Seriously, why are people so jealous about these kinds of things?

Bruce really signed all that paperwork for nothing.

Of course, my little ten year old brain would think that if I tried to impress all of them with what I could do, maybe I could gain their attention.

So by the time I was twelve with my ten year old mindset goal in my head, I did nine different after school activities, won over fifteen awards for my achievements, and went out to patrol at least six nights a week.

And none of that worked! Those fuckers wouldn't even spare me a glance!

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After a while, you don't see a point in trying your best.

I dropped out of most of the clubs I regret joining, I just laid back in my classes, and most of all...

I quit being Batgirl.

I didn't want to, but like I said, where's the point in that?

So with that, I just gave up on everything and just... stopped trying.

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But then one year all of that almost changed?

For the first time ever, I found myself suddenly really pretty, and after a month I entered eighth grade, I was suddenly asked out by one guy, then two, and all the way up to ten!

It was like really cool!

The popular girls became my best friends, more guys would ask me out, and the teachers started pointing out that I was their favorite student, even the ones who weren't my teachers.

It felt like I was on top of everything. That I was special. The world is revolving around me.

Finally, I was in a place to build a great reputation.

And then life was like FUCK THAT!

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After the first semester of eighth grade, Bruce was weirdly in my room and he said wanted to have a 'talk' with me.

So, during this talk, he was basically talking about the last three years of me being neglected by him and his family. To be honest, I forgot everything he told me, but honestly, I don't really care.

He also told the others about all this and now they suddenly feel bad which I don't give a shit about. But, I knew he was doing all this to guilt trip me, which was honestly so stupid.

Now, after he dropped that bomb, he told me that I had to drop out of school to do some "bonding time" with the others along with him and the people who actually cared about me didn't really matter at all!

I JUST GOT SETTLED IN!

All I said was "FUCK YOU" and just stormed out of my room with the only thing that I took was my diary that I had for quite a while that I never used before.

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So, yeah. I'm currently in the attic, venting my feelings all out on this stupid glitter diary with a random pen that I found on the ground.

But whatever.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters...

My life is just a game.

A sick, hopeless game.

[anna-no-emma]

How the batkids go about journaling

Jason: has very neat matching journals (like he always buys teh same red moleskin or whatever when the old one is close to running out) where he writes about events in his life. He either excludes Red Hood stuff or very very vaguely alludes to it in ways only he would understand. He also has a specific favorite type of pen he uses so it's all very uniform. As disciplined about writing as it is possible to be given his Red Hood schedule.

Steph: has a mismatched collection of journals (just notebooks she thought were cute) and mismatched collection of pens she uses. She mostly talks about her friends, school and writes little reminders to herself (replace a part on her scooter, buy a new mascara etc.)

Dick: just has a box full of pictures, receipts, birthday cards, notes from his friends, and ripped newspaper/magazine articles he found interesting. He just collects things with good memories attached to them and puts them in pretty little wooden boxes. So far he has 4-5 boxes that live in the back of his closet and he looks through them whenever he's feeling a little down.

Damian: has art journals. It's all just sketches with the date and an oocasional little note next to it (11/10/24, Drake being an imbecile. 20/09/23, Todd fixing his bike. etc.). He's very specific about the type of sketch book he likes so they all match nicely.

Tim: A certain type of notebook (he likes a certain kind) that's full of indecipherable case notes, scraps of relevant documents/articles/photos and research about his special interests but has the odd 'dairy-style' note in the corner (20/11/24 Steph bought me mango hand cream, very nice. 02/03/24 Bernard listening to Bats of Gotham podcast again, will have to monitor. )

Duke: Ends up with fat little journals with diary entries and pictures/receipts/notes/junk he stuck in it. He uses a code (it isn't very logical) that not even Tim can make sense of to allude to vigilante stuff. He only writes every few weeks but when he does write he likes to catch up on everything so the entries are quite long.

Cass: Likes to magpie bits and pieces from the rest of her family for her journal, doesn't write much, but makes quite disciplined, regular entries using things like pictures Tim takes, notes Dick has left around the manor, doodles Damian has made and forgotten about, cards/notes Duke has given her, quotes/bad poetry Jason has scribbled down on scraps of paper when he's bored or has been using as a bookmark and forgets about.

[thelov3lybookworm]

My Fault (part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Starting over.

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A/n: Lol i just know half of you all gonna hate me for this, but this is the only way i could think of that would be good. I dont think making her end up with someone ese would have helped, so if you dont want her to end up with cass, then please dont read this.

also, why does sarah not tell us how people who cant winnow travel??? 😭😭😭

anyways, enjoy!

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Nina's excitement was palpable as Y/n slowly inserted the key into the front door of the home she shared with her husband, trying not to make too much noise in case he was in there, probably sleeping.

It was no use though, Y/n found out once she entered and ran up to her bedroom. Nina had just plopped down unceremoniously on the couch, telling Y/n to hurry up.

The moment Y/n pushed open the closed door to her and Cassian's bedroom -which she was sure was open when she left- she was hit with the strong scent of her husband.

Y/n froze on the threshold, staring wide eyed at her husband, who was on his knees in the middle of the room, fat tears rolling down his face.

He looked up, his eyes containing a world of pain and sadness and guilt and too may emotions that Y/n could not categorise them all.

"Cass?" Y/n mumbled, daring to take a step towards him. He released an anguished cry and launched forward, a dull thud echoing in his wake.

Cassian wrapped himself around Y/n's legs, sobbing into her abdomen. Y/n stared at the top of his head with furrowed brows, then rose her eyes to where he had been kneeling previously.

There, she found a worn diary lying on the wooden floor, left haphazardly. Y/n's blood chilled.

It was her diary.

Y/n usually hid it in her drawer, but she had been writing in it before she left to get coffee with Nina and everything went south.

Cassian had been gone more and more in the recent months, and to cope with all the sadness and need, Y/n began jotting down all that she felt in her empty diary.

And now he had read it all.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Y/n was still frozen when she realised that her blouse was sticking to her skin because of his tears. "Tell you what?"

"Everything. Why did you not tell me how much you'd been hurting? Why did you not tell me that I'd been a shitty husband?"

Y/n watched his shoulder shake with every violent sob that ripped out of his chest, numbness spreading through her. "You were never around long enough for me to say anything."

He sobbed harder at that, and Y/n couldn't take it anymore. She let her hand drift to the top of his head, gently caressing his soft hair.

"My love, why are you crying?" Y/n reached down, cupping his jaw and tilting his head back. She ran her thumb across his cheek, wiping away the tears that never stopped, her other hand still resting in his hair.

More tears flowed from his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak, but right at that moment, Nina spoke up from behind Y/n. Y/n hadn't even heard Nina walk up the stairs, so busy was she getting lost in her lover's eyes.

"Get away from her you bastard."

Y/n turned halfway, Cassian's death grip on her lessening just a little as he too peered from around Y/n. Y/n absently noted that Nina had left her bag down in the living room.

"Nina, please-"

"Y/n, don't. You just told me you wanted to leave, heal. What happened now? Are you having second thoughts?"

Y/n felt Cassian freeze, and she sighed, glaring at Nina. "You... you are leaving?"

"Thank you so much Nina, just what I needed." Y/n bit out, turning her back to her friend and glancing down at her kneeling husband. His skin was pale, paler than Y/n had ever seen him.

"What! I just helped you out! You had to tell him anyways!"

"Yes Nina, but I would have been more gentle!"

Nina huffed as Y/n grabbed Cassian's forearms and tugged. He complied, climbing to his feet as new tears gathered in his eyes. Y/n ignored her friend and grabbed Cassian's face tenderly in her hands.

"Cass? I... I need to leave."

"Why?" He whispered.

"I don't think I can handle letting your family walk all over me anymore. I need to stand up for myself. I'm sorry Cass, but I need to do this. Even if it kills me, I need to leave."

"I- they're your family too." His voice was quiet and uncertain, as though he knew Y/n would not believe him.

Y/n gave him a small, pained smile. "I don't think they feel that way."

"Please don't go Y/n. Rhys is feeling guilty for what he did. I'm sure everyone else is too. Maybe they're on their way here to apologise."

"Never seen anyone more delusional." Nina murmured from behind Y/n.

"Cass-"

Before Y/n could even get a word out, Nina piped up.

"If you really want to be with her, you can come with us. Leave this hell court."

Cassian ignored Nina again.

"Y/n, please don't go. I need you. We can all start over again. I promise they will realise how wrong they were."

"It's too late now. Give us a straight answer. If you love her, leave this place and come with us. If not, stay here and rot."

"Come on, Y/n. I can't leave them. They're my family."

"And she is not? You should not feel obligated to love someone because they're your family or whatever."

Cassian glared at Nina, then mumbled to Y/n. "Are you not going to defend me from her?"

"Like you defended her from your asshole family?"

Y/n could see Cassian trying to hold back a snarl at that, and she sighed, pinching her nose bridge between her forefinger and thumb. "Y/n. We need to talk. Alone."

Y/n nodded, glancing at her friend, who rolled her eyes. "I will be standing outside. Call for me when you're done."

She looked like she wanted to slam the door shut as she left, but she simply pulled it until it made a soft click.

Y/n turned to Cassian, offering him a tentative smile.

"Yes?"

Cassian took a step back. "I- I'll start from the beginning."

Y/n nodded uncertainly, wondering what he wanted to tell her. He grabbed Y/n's hand, gently tugging her to the end of the bed and sitting her down onto it.

"I... I don't know how to explain, but I'll try." Cassian took a deep breath as he settled into a kneeling position in front of Y/n. "First of all, I need you to know that I only ever kissed Nesta, and that was when I was drunk out of my mind."

He released a breath before continuing, clutching Y/n's hands as if they were his lifeline. "I... I know that isn't an excuse for what I did, and I never should have been at Rita's that night, but it happened, and I don't think anything I do or say will justify it.

"It started that day a year ago. When Rhys wanted to send me on a month long mission. Asshole, now that I think of it. I just now realise it for the plot it was." Cassian shook his head in disbelief. "He told me no one else could do it and that only I could do it. That should have alerted me, but alas, I now know that I'm very thick skulled."

A small giggle left Y/n, and Cassian's eyes rose to her lips, a little of life returning to the dull hazel. He smiled softly as his eyes met Y/n's, and her breath hitched. It had been far too long since the two of them had time like this.

"I remember you cried that day. That was the first time I'd seen you cry. I was so stressed because I did not want to leave you. That would have been the first time that I would be away from you for longer than a day. You told me you would write to me everyday."

Y/n could remember it very vividly. The way she had sobbed into Cassian's chest just as he was about to leave, the way she had stared up at him as his tears fell too. It had been a nightmare, to put it nicely.

"But you never did-"

Y/n interrupted him. "What do you mean I never did?"

Cassian glanced up at Y/n from where he was playing with her fingers, meeting her eyes with furrowed brows. "You never wrote to me? I never received any letters."

Y/n's lips parted in confusion. "I- I wrote to you everyday Cass. Sometime even multiple times a day."

Cassian stared at her in disbelief, and Y/n could see the gears in his brain churning. His mouth opened a few times, wanting to speak but no words coming out before realisation set in his features.

"Rhysand."

Y/n searched Cassian's eyes as anger and betrayal entered them, coming to the same realisation.

"Oh Cass." Y/n mumbled, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"Fucker." Cassian said under his breath, his wings flaring slightly.

After a moment of Cassian cursing Rhys and his entire family line, he continued. "I never received those letters, so I was a little upset because I was looking forward to writing you. When I returned, I decided that it would be best to give Rhys all the information I had before coming home so I could spend some days with you, locked away with no one interrupting us.

"But when I arrived, Rhysand said things about you that riled me up. He told me that he had asked you multiple times if you had to send any letters and that each time you told him to, basically, fuck off. I did not believe him, but it kept happening every time I was gone, to the point where I was starting to wonder if you liked me at all."

Cassian rested his head on their joined hands, releasing a deep breath. "I never should have believed that bastard, never should have doubted you. And I will forever regret that. Rhys also kept up with his manipulating to get me away from you, I see that now. I should have stopped him the first time he said things about you, but I guess I didn't want to upset him after everything he's done for me."

"He is your family, isn't he? He would not have expected anything of you." Y/n told him, making him nod.

"I know. Recently, after Feyre and her sister's arrival, Rhys started to gaslight me into thinking I liked Nesta. He made me spend more time with her, train her. He got so much out of it. For one, he could get me away from you, whatever his reasons. By assigning me to Nesta, he could keep her busy and out of the way.

"He... he really fucked up my mind. He is a daemati after all. Yesterday at Rita's, I realised something was wrong. That I couldn't put up my shields properly. Then the next thing I knew, I was kissing Nesta. I left soon after, not wanting to be near any longer."

He sucked in a tired breath, his hold tightening on Y/n's hands. She gave him a gentle squeeze and he continued. "Today, when I was about to come home, Rhys convinced me to stay till dinner. And I just... somehow couldn't say no. It was like- like..."

Cassian trailed off, his wide eyes meeting his wife's.

"Oh Cassian." Y/n slid onto his lap, pulling him close. "I'm so sorry he did that to you. I wish I had known what was happening sooner so I could stop it from ever happening."

Cassian shook his head, staring at the wall behind Y/n's head, his features distant.

"Not your fault. You could not have stopped it from happening."

Y/n knew that, but that didn't stop her from wanting to rip off Cassian's brother's head. Hell, she wished at least she's gotten a little bit of power from her parents so she could do anything to stop what Rhys had been doing to Cassian.

She could not even winnow, so what was she even worth? At least this Nesta was powerful enough to be mated to Cassian.

"I just- I just don't understand why he wanted you to be with Nesta."

Without moving his eyes, still that far off look on his face, Cassian mumbled. "She is my mate, and the mother pairs people who can produce the strongest offspring." Finally, Cassian met Y/n's gaze, his eyes haunted. "He wanted me to produce as strong as an offspring I could."

Y/n's heart broke for her husband. She knew how much the high lord mattered to him, and the betrayal she felt would probably not even compare to what he was feeling.

Cassian opened his mouth on a gasp, about to say something when knock drew their attention, stopping Cassian from speaking.

"Are you done yet?" Nina's voice called out. Y/n looked from the door to Cassian. He stared at the door like it had caused him some personal offence. "The caravan will not wait up for us, and only an hour is left-"

"Caravan?" Cassian questioned Y/n, turning to look at her as his hands fell to her waist. Y/n nodded.

"Neither of us can winnow, so Nina had to contact a friend who knew of an agent. He technically transports people from one court to another on horse and carriages."

Understanding entered his eyes. "You- you really were going to leave."

Y/n nodded, making to pull away from him so she could start packing up. His hold on her tightened.

"Please don't go. I need you. I will make it up to you, I promise. I will wait forever if that's what it takes to earn your forgiveness." His eyes were again filled with tears, making it harder for Y/n to turn away.

"Cass... I won't forgive you. Not anytime soon at least. But... maybe I can give you one last chance."

The tears overflowed from his eyes even as a huge grin split his face. "Thank you. Thank you so much my heart. I will not let you down again."

Y/n studied him for a moment, smiling when he started laughing softly while wiping at his tear stained cheek with the sleeve of his shirt. Y/n gently pushed back some stray strands of hair from his face, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Maybe we can start all over again. Like we never knew each other."

Cassian nodded. "Even though what good times we had together are precious to me, I don't think we can mend this. We need to start over."

Y/n smiled wide for the first time in what felt like months, genuine joy singing through her blood. "Let's get ready then."

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Nina's pov.

It was around ten minutes after that the door opened, and Nina nearly fell to her knees and thanked the mother for it. She was getting bored standing out here all by herself.

And in the next moment Nina wondered if she was dreaming.

Y/n stood in the doorway, a huge smile and blush on her face. That was not what shocked Nina, though it played a part in it.

No, it was Cassian, who stood behind Y/n, holding two duffel bags over his shoulder, a quiet joy on his face.

Nina rose a brow at the couple, who only grinned. Releasing a disbelieving sigh, Nina pushed away from the wall she was leaning against.

"I had booked an extra seat just in case. Thank the mother I did."

Y/n grabbed Nina in a quick hug, and her happiness brought a small smile to Nina's lips as well.

Y/n turned and practically skipped down the stairs, happy to leave. Cassian moved to follow, but Nina caught his arm. He looked down at her, his brows raised high.

"Don't you dare hurt her now. Or I will fucking carve your wings from your back. Understood?" If possible, his eyebrows rose higher, almost disappearing into his hairline. Obviously, Nina wished Y/n never forgive him, but Nina also knew how happy the brute made her best friend, and that was all Nina could ask for.

He studied her for a moment, then nodded, pulling his arm away from her. "Hmm. Good."

With that, both of them followed Y/n, ready to start all over again, make a new life.

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Cassian Taglist: @moonlwghts

[lavendarneverlands]

tell me some completely random stuff about you :)

Ooo that’s a good one and once again surprisingly hard😂 as an introvert (despite the fact I’m going to ramble… I always ramble… I’m a little ADD from C-PTSD in case you can’t tell from my pages of chaos😂) — but there’s some random facts right in there. 1. I am an introvert (another reason I love Tumblr over other platforms😂) 2. I love psychology & learning! 3. I’m a huge fan of therapy & advocating for mental health especially in childhood trauma & chronic illness.

It’s also why I love fandoms & books because they have been an incredibly powerful coping mechanism for me & I find it beautiful how much fictional stories can inspire real change.🥹😊

As you can see from my page I’m a HUGE fangirl! … I was lucky enough to be raised in what I consider to be “the golden age of fandoms”: Percy Jackson & the Olympians, Harry Potter (though I do not support LGBTQ discrimination or generally any toxicity within any fan-base), Star Wars, Divergent (RIP my fangirl self… that series wrecked me), Once Upon A Time, anything by Kiera Cass, & everything Leigh Bardugo, Twilight😂 (yes I was that emo teen) & of course Vampire Diaries🤣 I will always be a Marvel nerd (Agent’s of S.H.I.E.L.D. & Agent Carter & WandaVision are forever favorites). I’ve seen every sit-com you could probably think of but here’s some: Gilmore Girls, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, New Girl, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, The Office, Parks and Rec, Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I love history & am an old soul (Downton Abbey was an era of MY LIFE😂); I would happily read Jane Austen anytime. I love poetry & the Brontë sisters, Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf, etc.

Pretty much anything artsy; poetry, writing, painting, singing, dancing, acting, design, etc. I kinda hop around hobbies & interests. I almost always have music on (I love Broadway; Hades-town & Hamilton are favs) I am a major Swiftie of course (& I do fit the “stereotype” of LOVING FALL😂 if I could live in combat booties & sweater dresses, survive off pumpkin spice latte’s, & always have rainy weather to curl up with my cat & a book I would) my taste can be all over the place (I can pretty much find something to enjoy in anything) Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Chapell Roan, Maisie Peters, Sabrina Carpenter, lorde, Ashe, Lizzo, Lana Del Rey, Gracie Abrams, Lizzy McAlpine, Aaron Dessner, Avery Lynch, Billie Marten, Clairo, Delaney Bailey, Em Beihold, Phoebe Bridgers, Lucy Dacus, boygenius, Mitski, Laufey, AJR, Billie Eilish, FINNEAS, Hozier, Shawn Mendes, Adele, Paris Paloma… this list could go on forever.😂

I have horrible insomnia but it’s my secret weapon when it comes to work, school, family & friends, + having seen/read as much as I have.😅😂🤣

I am mostly fluent in sign language & sarcasm … I use both often🤣

I LOVE ANIMALS! I am obsessed with my pets! If I could run an animal shelter out of my home I would.

The true joy of my life (that anyone who knows me knows) is my little siblings, being their big sister is the greatest honor of my existence + my nieces/nephews are the coolest little humans & being aunt/nanny is my dream job always.😊🥰

[quotidian-oblivion]

Grieving please! Sounds angsty so I’m instantly interested

WELL- You see. It is angsty, my sadeek (arabic for friend), BUT. Idk if i still wanna write it or not. So why dont i just post everything here? (Also, tysm so much for the ask, i dont have a mirror rn but im blushing, thank you)

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Everyone in this family (except Damian) have lost their parents. So write about each of them going to the graves of their parents and describing what they’ve done with the family and how everyone is behaving. 

Bruce talks to Martha and Thomas Wayne.

Dick talks to John and Mary Grayson.

Jason talks to Willis Todd and Catherine Todd (also Sheila Haywood)

Tim talks to Jack and Janet Drake.

Cass talks to David Cain and Lady Shiva (idk if they’re dead or alive, but if they’re alive then she can just be sending a message to them while at her ballet recital or something. And she sees the Waynes in the front row, some with tears, some with not, but all of them with admiration and she smiles, knowing that they feel more family and home than her parents.)

Damian doesn’t talk to Bruce and Talia. He gets an assignment from school to write about his family in an English essay. He scoffs saying that this is child’s work. Jon reminds him that he is a child and suggests he just act as if he’s writing a diary then submit it since that’s what he does. So Damian, at night, writes about how annoying everyone is. Then he hovers and adds a ‘But…’ After that, he writes about Dick and the things he taught him and the times they spent together, he writes about Jason and how they bond and make fun of people and the different ways they can die and how Jason tells him stories about his time as a street kid cuz he knows that Damian secretly loves hearing them, he writes about Tim and how annoying he is, but that he sometimes sticks up for Damian. He pretends he isn’t doing any favors, but Damian once heard him confronting one of the bullies’ in his class and their parents about how he can completely wreck their business and send them shipped off to Madagascar. He writes about how Tim always defends him and blocks bullets and knives from hitting his back (he writes it like a metaphor, but little does the teacher know…) and how he got his brothers to come to dinner more often after he saw him eating alone. He knows it was Tim cuz everyone except him was sending secret glances at him the whole dinner. He writes about how he and Cass playfully fight and spend time together drawing and how she sometimes teaches some of her ballet moves. He writes about Bruce and how he thinks he failed as a father, but the fact that he’s alive and functioning, especially as someone like him (a vigilante) deserves more credit than given. He writes about Alfred and how he feels like he’s his real grandfather. 

Finally, it’s Alfred. This part is really short. But he’s in the kitchen, pretending to prepare the roasted chicken, but secretly listening to the dinner bickering. He smiles, glad that he stayed in this family. 

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Ik ur not in the fandom, but im not sure if u know the characters, but i hope u get at least the gist of it. I legit ranted about this (as all of my fics start), but then later when i came back i was like "hmmm, eh, idk" so. Ye.

Thanks again for the ask, amigo.

[chthonicrose]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Not gonna tag people tagging is awk. (I was not-tagged by (in that I saw this on the blog of) @rozarria) also some of these things are... debatably names. many of these things. this is going through scrivener from the top so they're going to be sorted by fandom. also this post is going to be Long. if you care even slightly pls do send me something.

Harry Potter, for my sins

Wooble-sue (ofc)

Undead wives (hermione)

Ophelia Gaunt (hermione and f!diary!tom-ish, two different versions)

Tonks/Flora/Hestia

Anything For You (severus/regulus)

Pansy/Hermione makeover

Puzzle Through Time (hermione)

Room Of Stars (hermione)

Pythian (genders!shapeshifter!harry)

Aquila Aurelia Malfoy (oc draco's disabled twin sister)

Lothering (thedas crossover mk i)

Requirement (thedas crossover mk ii)

Mpreg (harry, pregnant by [indistinct magical noises], also featuring baby delphini)

F!Harry Severitus (exactly what it says)

HPLV/HPTR > Mpreg (the babies aren't voldemort's but voldemort is there)

Sleepwalking Harry

untitled file that appears to be a soulmate au where f!harry is a necromancer

Magic royal soulmate (f!harry/ofc)

Mirror of many faces (harry and genders, didn't come out how I wanted it to)

these inconvenient fireworks (egg trans girl harry gets unexpected magical transition and has a crush on the genderfluid weasley twins)

Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Prostitute Shen Jiu (someday I will figure out how to write the blowjob so upsetting it gives yqy a qi deviation)

untitled file that's a single paragraph of sy addressing lbh

moshang untitled 1

moshang untitled 2

Dragon Age (half of the stuff in here is about my PCs and in folders by character name, skipping most of that because it's just scraps)

Kerahn Adaar > Goodbye

Blossom (Cvetka) (breaking my 'not including posted fics' for this one because I have not updated it in like eight years and I too would love me to finish it :| anyway it's dagna/harding accidental baby acquisition)

Qunari don't fuck their friends (tallis/sera)

Meeting (tallis/sera)

Another try (tallis/sera, no I cannot sort them out)

Cass/Krem (I would LOVE for me to finish this fucking thing)

skin hunger start? (pentilyet)

Hairbrushing (pentilyet)

Morning surprise (shianni/merrill/sera, I have no recollection of why I decided to write that ship)

Skin hungry Cass (cass/bela this time)

I like big hats and I cannot lie (bela/sera)

MGIT (it's, well... MGIT. which is 'mundane girl in thedas', for those unaware. basically self-insert fic. I think it has me swearing at gaider at one point.)

Adoribull woundfucking (exactly what it says on the tin and another thing I would love for me to fucking finish)

Try 2 (hespith/sigrun - there is also a 'Try 1' but it's only a paragraph long)

Sketch (dorian/fenris, for the Fraught of it all, only a couple paragraphs)

Good Omens (has a higher ratio of complete and posted fics than any other fandom I've ever written in) (assume that all of these are aziraphale/crowley unless otherwise stated)

To the world to anguish (angst)

Theatre genderfluid (this one is sort of a prequel to the les mis fic and is just crowley being an actor in a community theatre in london and being friends with the other actors, and also he's pretending to be twin siblings so he can present as different genders)

in love with your ghost (OH MY GOD WHY CAN I NOT FINISH THE SCULPTOR FIC I WANT IT TO BE DONE SO BAD)

Drunk Az (this is actually a cut scene from the les mis fic)

It's over / street corner (angst)

Crowley doesn't lie (angst)

Obvious lies (angst)

Awkward rant Rome (angst)

Wall pin (this is just a scene from the show but with internal monologue woven in. and some angst)

Apathy (angst)

Sordid Angst 2 (I think the craigslist fic was originally sordid ansgt 1)

more than I can pay (mpreg angst)

Miscellaneous (most things in this folder are either exchange fic that's already posted, or too short to bother with)

Goblin Queen (labyrinth... lesbianswap sequel? ish?)

Lover of Ways and Means (hadestown, persephone/adonis)

Kidfic (The Course Of Honor, the ao3 version not the novel)

Colorless (jossed descendants ficlet based on character design in a trailer)

Origfic (selected works, I'm not gonna pull out everything)

End of her rope (the farmhand formerly known as mallory)

hatesex (blair and cheerleader)

untitled (blair and country musician)

House by school murders

The vines hunger

MPDG f/f

MPDG Leanan Sidhe

we're just going to skip the briar divide folder it's too fucking big and too damn old

The Beast and the Rose (riff on beauty and the beast)

Beastly (riff on princess in a tower guarded by a dragon)

Half-Shares (riff on that tumblr post about two witches with claims to the same baby through either parent, but both witches are nonbinary in very different ways)

Ivan (russian-style fairy tale)

Twa Sisters/Little Mermaid

Europa (sentient space probe/alien mermaids)

Caveat Emptor/Homily (sentient servant robot quietly rebels)

Saga of Immortal Dream (I have like three different attempts at starting VRMMO fics in this imaginary xianxia game setting)

Cyberpunk portal fantasy (another xianxia thing)

untitled (the same xianxia setting as saga of immortal dream except without it being a VRMMO and I named the protagonist Bai Feiyi instead of Bei Yifei to differentiate them)

love is not a victory march (god of conquering empire and her stolen bride, god of a conquered nation)

Lesbian magic school (uh. free college on any subject with free accomodations for adult nerdy lesbians willing to believe in the impossible?)

Keys > Start try 1

Magitech dystopia

okay I think that's enough things

the moral here is that I start a lot of things and do not finish very many of them

[littlebosslady7]

Tagging Game Without The Tagging

Also stolen from @katia-dreamer

Rules: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs! 

Because I'm fairly new fandom, I challenged myself to write 1 one-shot a week at least, which means I have a ton of ideas. Some I don't have titles for, but I can share a line that's stuck in my head. Italicized ones are sexy.

We Carry On

At the Artisan's Fair, Percy gently smacks Vex on the bum, and just whispers in her ear, "Oh, good shot, dearheart."

Summer Fic: Vacation in Dalen's Closet during that year away, Vex looks around the room of their beach house, and figures, "Mayhaps we do owe the next renters new linens, cushions, and a new chair. But I think our neighbor should pay for those new towels."

Scars Are A Map of You -- A bit clunky, and not sexual, but mid-change of clothes Vex thinks about how her husband's scars tell his story and theirs.

Five Times Vex catches Cass and Jarett + The One Time Percy Does

Vex with a protective low hand over her baby bump very calmly tells him, "I don't want to see you right now."

Inked - When Vex gets her raven feather tattoo and when Percy gets the Sun Tree tattooed on his back

Beautifully Broken

Sway Me

Just One More -- the De Rolo and Shorthalt kiddos hear bed time stories from each of Vox Machina

Coping Mechanisms - Percy and Keyleth delve into a "special herb" and Vex joins them with her favorite bottle of wine

Smoke Signals

Royal Engagement - Princess Diaries 2 AU

Vex's Imperfect Day.

Percy's breathing, but he isn't there. Vex berated the Raven Queen and her brother, "I don't care what that raven bitch tells you, you flying fuck! Whitestone still needs him. The children still need him. I still need him, so don't you rip another piece of my heart away from me. Do you hear me? I need more time. We need more time.

16. Our story - Modern day royal Perc'ahlia AU

17. The Son of Zephrah Returns

18. Hide Away

19. Secrets We Keeps -- Percy, Vex, and Vox Machina wonder why Keyleth and Gilmore Are Being So weird.

20. The Company We Keep -- spy AU/

Tagging whoever wants to play.

[whenlifegivesyousparklingwater]

Friday, March 22, 2024

Dear Public Diary,

I have finished reading Shadow and Bones. It was a good but basic YA fantasy book. 3.5/5 stars. I think I would have liked it better if I was ten years younger, but alas, I am not. Some books are meant for a certain age or a certain time of life, and most of the books I want to read are ones for which I am beyond the range. It was a fresh experience, though, to read something new. I haven't been able to do so these days. The books that I have read recently were those that are objectively mediocre but supplemented beyond reason by my sentimentality. Case in point, the Selection series by Kiera Cass. The books should not be evaluated through a critical lens or read beyond the age of 12, despite being a 13+ book. That is to say, the content level may be 13+, but the reading comprehension level and general artistry in writing are amateur enough that the book is difficult to appreciate beyond the concrete operational stage of development.

I'm about three-quarters of the way through the second book, Siege and Storm. It's a little boring, but I hope it gets better. I really do. I am not in a critiquing mood, and I am desperate for a sliver of joy to propel me forward for another dreary week. I know I will feel empty inside once I finish the last book in the trilogy, regardless of whether I liked the books or not. It's my greatest strength yet unraveling weakness to become so attached and love so fiercely, even if they are just random characters who neither exist nor know who I am. It's an odd concept, loving without any expectation of love back from the one you love. Not just people. I love lattes and expect nothing in return other than for it to just be a latte because drinking it in itself gives me joy. I wonder why humans are expected to provide in return. Perhaps it is the ability to provide something in return or the complexity of the human soul, which differs from formulaic concoctions at Starbucks. Kant would say it is morally wrong to use another human being as a means rather than an end itself. I agree, and I'm sure others understand this point as well, but so few people practice it. It amazes me how my treatment of sweet drinks is of more respect than how some people treat their fellow human beings.

I hope Alina will end up with Mal because of how pure the relationship is, loving one another with no teleological motives. I love Nikolai the most, and Alina's chemistry with the Darkling is the most heart-racing, but I think it would break something of me for Alina to not end up with Mal. Because if they do not end up together, what kind of message does that send? People defend sexual assault and morally wrong actions in books because they are supposedly pure fiction. Sometimes, the characters are not even human. But we cannot forget that these books are written by human authors for a human audience in the real world. Their books rely on advertising to the human audience's human senses. No book is without its real-life consequences, and we sometimes forget that. Authors (some more than others) would do well to remember. I am not referring to Leigh Bardugo here. I have read her Six of Crows duology, and I think the relationships in those books were beautifully executed. People obsess over smut in books and seem to devalue the books due to an unsatisfying romance between Kaz and Inej, but the book was much better for being this way, and no one can prove me otherwise. Those who believe sex is the only way to establish a painstakingly intimate connection between characters are wrong. Emotional connection may lead to sex, but writing a sex scene in and of itself does not create the emotional connections we so often associate with sex. But that being said, I hope I like the trilogy.

Yours truly,

RCH

[snapobjectstogridfalse]

pleasantville r1: goths.

an end-of-summer wedding... it was supposed to be intimate, romantic. and here's cassandra, left at the altar.

after watching her now-ex-fiancee run off, she wastes no time in going over to her best friend, mary-sue, and letting LOOSE.

"you didn't hear him, sue. he said something about kids. kids. i never met any kids. he never told me about kids until just now."

"...could it have just been an excuse, you think? i've never seen him around town with any kids."

and mary-sue knows everything about everyone, the aspiring politician that she is, so cassandra feels a little less insane. thank the watcher for mary-sue pleasant.

speaking of which--

"look, i know this is insane," cassandra says a bit later, having poured them both a glass of champagne, "but if there's anyone i would've wanted to witness me getting left at the alter like an idiot, it's you. we stick together, right?"

"we stick together," mary-sue echoes with a smile.

a little food to go with the champagne.

"yeah, mr. lothario gave me the creeps. i always kinda thought he was a big, huge, ginormous liar. as big as an elephant. which is a HUGE liar--"

"okay, thanks, alex. you're so helpful."

writing in her diary is more helpful. cassandra writes a short story of her kicking don lothario over like he's nothing more than a garden gnome. it's therapeutic.

poker with her father is even more therapeutic.

"well, i wrote a story about kicking him over and over again, in just this endless line of little don lothario garden gnomes, but now i'm thinking of grinding him into dust with a mortar and pestle..."

"i'm...a little concerned, cass -- but your mother, at least, would be very proud. do you want me to buy a few garden gnomes for you?"

the automatic lights turn on.

her mother's been missing for a while, now. (long enough her father's started eyeing some hot young blonde that's younger than cassandra. gag-worthy.)

"summer's almost over," says cassandra, as she flips a poker chip with her thumb. "garden gnomes after summer are tacky, i think."

"a fair point. i suppose plastic flamingos are out of style too?"

"ew. definitely."

[likecassandra-ao3]

(i have a rough idea for the plots for both ships which have the same baseline in feeling/vibe, but different events and baselines for the world)

[pikawarrior]

Welp welcome back to my random rambles im just gonna talk bout alot of random stuff mainly my stories so here for go lets hope this is understandable

Story/maybe comic stuff

Turning of the orange | The Strawberry Patch - Old soon to be remade/written stop motion strawberry shortcake zombie movie me and my dad were making when i was in elementary schoolish. We unfortunately didnt make it that far since he had to leave often and for long times cuz work, but recently i found my old tablet with all the pics and my notes so rework time baby. Im about to use all my years of angst/horror writing to fuck these bitches up even more

The Butterfly Effect and It's Consequences | The Phoenix Effect -

The Butterfly Effect is my main rottmnt fanfic series. About my little rottmnt oc's (Ame) life and how the gang adopting them into the family changed everything mostly for the better but the bad things kinda got alot worse. Idk been focusing on the phoenix effect more

The Phoenix Effect is kinda an extension of that. Its basically the same thing but adds the cass apocalypse series into it. Basically how future Ame being there also changes things and how oopies mystics powers are hard to control after being half dead in stasis for about 12 years hope Ame does trys to leave to protect everyone from himself only to get kidnapped putting everyone in worse danger also oopies isnt that the super dangerous alien someone accidentally freed awhile ago

The Future Diary - So i watched The Hot Box's video on the anime future diary and well here we are

Another rottmnt oc thing. Ame obtains a diary from his future self being like "hey so the world is gonna end soon here's how i think you could possibly stop that. Pls dont do this all alone ur like 5" and ame decides to do it all by himself.

Got all eight chapters planned out already with two already at stage two (aka fully written out just needs to be edited and stuff). I just dont know how to use ao3 in this sense or how to tag stuff plus i got anxiety so its just sitting in my notes app

Video stuff cuz yes

Currently working on a few more special videos. On my channel ive technically reached 100 videos (i unlisted alot of old ones/never posted a bunch more so technically i reached that months ago but shhh let me have this) plus i got 135 subs now so celebrations are in order. Idk what to say bout this, am making a video using the ok ko ending song idk the name, one is a fake collab a friend made and another is an original meme a youtube mutual/friend by association made. Plus like so mant mini things for my ocs, Dimension and Watcher are gonna get so much development and cute couple moments.

Also everyone else is gonna go through so much trauma my gods its gonna amazing.

Also ive been trying to like voice things, audio quality sucks cuz im working off of my tablet but like ive voice a few of my own videos (only one posted) and like its so fun i wish i had proper stuff to do this so i can do it more

Other art stuff

I got a toyhou.se (its EnviousDeath), pls enjoy these characters and stuff

Im trying to make my art more mess and chaotic while staying clean? If that makes any sense. Still a lover of doing gacha stuff but am trying to branch out more.

Also btw how do people just idk do social stuff like trade characters, comment, and just aaaa idk what am doing i forgot how to do social stuff and also i never understood how to do this type without being awkward as hell

Character stuff

Watcher - *slaps religious trauma onto them* bitch gets sacrificed. Okay okay so Watcher, wasnt always Watcher. Before they used to be Ena a simple kid who was sent away for reasons i havent thought of yet to a church. Blah blah corruption, Watcher gets sacrificed for not falling in line blah blah they were saved and given a second chance.

Dimension - *slaps alot of anxiety and identity issues onto her* bitch got issues. Same as Watcher, Dimension wasnt always Dimension. Before she was Ellie a poor girl hated by her whole town because of the lies their mother spread about them and their father who had left years ago. She only had one friend, Watcher. Somehow they managed to make contact with each other despite being in different universes. Eventually Dimension snapped and went on a killing spree, slowly ripping apart her world in the process because this wasnt supposed to happen (think spiderverse canon events but different ill explain later) with her world crumbling around her, Dimension messages Ena one last time, not knowing Ena was already long gone, and accepts what they assume to be death only to fall into whats basically the anti void from utmv, gets corrupted and became a villain technically more of a multiversal criminal.

(For time and length reasons im cutting this segment short)

Multiverse stuff

OKAY TIME FOR WORLD BUILDING

How does what happened to Dimension's universe work? The way i explained it is like spiderverse canon events but different, but heres the details. Idk how to explain this but bare with me

Imagine each universe as a game in a folder on a computer. Each game has different code, story, art assets basically all are mostly different.

Most games are coded to have very specific story events and when something goes wrong everything breaks. Like take a spaghetti thing of code that shatters the moment you try to do something like trying to talk with an npc while having a status effect and thats how some of these worlds are like. And Dimension's was very much one of those worlds, and her breaking down like that shattered the code of their world and everything fell apart.

Im too tired to continue but my main multiverse is like one big computer own by a game creator who only sometimes knows how to make a stable game

Feel free to ask about any of what ive just ramblef about am always willing to ramble bout my stuff

[chimaerakitten]

New Tag Game: Rec Your Own Fics

ok so I'm starting a new one of those tag games. Because they have to start somewhere and I want to.

Rules: If you’re tagged, make a rec list of your own fics that you’re most proud of. The ones you personally want people to read because you know they’re good. The ones you get extra excited when you get comments on them because people are responding to what you know is your best work. As part of the list, say why you’re proud of them! Participant’s choice on how many that is and where you draw the line on pride, but the more the better. Bonus points for fics that you like to reread yourself or fics that have low engagement because they’re in a small fandom or an unpopular ship/trope. Then tag however many people you feel like to continue the game. (If you want a guide number, try for seven or however many fics you listed)

Secondary rule: If you get tagged and you’re not a fic writer, consider doing the same for art you’ve done or meta you’ve written that you’re proud of.

Tertiary rule: This is the time to be the opposite of humble! Hype your own stuff! Share why you’re proud of something. Do some self love! And please give the game a chance even if you haven’t written much or are just starting out etc etc.

I’ll do an example list to get us started:

Leaves and Shells Fandom: Avatar The Last Airbender

This one is about grief—it focuses on adult Zuko dealing with Iroh’s death. It’s not a light fic, but it is a soft one. I’m proud of it in part because it’s 3 years old and I still like it as much as I did when I wrote it, and also because I think I captured the core emotions well.

Numb Fandom: Batfam

This one is a Cass and Damian bonding fic, where they try to come to terms with having hurt and killed people. I’m proud of this one because it’s not super common to get these two paired together, and letting them interact dug up some thoughts I didn't even know I had until I started writing, and the epiphanies show.

With Friends Like These Fandom: Young Justice

On the intersection between the friendships of Artemis and Robin, and Artemis Crock and Dick Grayson. I’m proud of this because it fills in a missing bit of canon very neatly, and the selection of moments shown give a good impression of their dynamic. (It’s also the oldest fic of mine on this list)

And The Gods are Silent (when you ask them why) Fandom: The Queen’s Thief

Eugenides and the loneliness of immortality (AU)—in which Gen is dosed with the water of life at the end of Queen of Attolia, and we follow the AU from there. I’m proud of it because it shows the whole spectrum of emotion, from grief and tragedy and major character death to reunions and joy in the happy ending.

them born with the dangers Fandom: Tangled, The Queen’s Thief

Tangled TQT fusion. Eugene Fitzherbert is a descendant of the thieves of Eddis, and it’s 100% canon compliant (to the movie, if not the show). This is the most recent work of mine on this list. I’m proud of this one because there was so much I was able to weave together in very few words when it comes to continuity nods and even a tiny smidge of action.

Logs, Letters, and Other Lost Things Fandom: The Murderbot Diaries

Grief again. This time ART’s grief after losing Murderbot to the machine equivalent of old age. I’m proud of this one for similar reasons to the last; I captured a lot of emotion—and a very bittersweet vibe—in a very compact little story. I’m also proud of it because when I posted it it caused complete carnage in the discord and that was really fun to witness.

Example list complete! Tagging: @audreycritter @lurkinglurkerwholurks @preciousthingsareprecious @imbecamiel @trash0falltrades @grammarpedant ​ @sequintial @blessphemy @broken-risk-assessment-module @uovoc @starknjarvis27, everyone I forgot to tag, and literally anyone else who thinks this might be fun! 

[dee-lirious]

been thinking about how cool it would be to be cass wilson: like, for the last five years, practically as long as you can remember, your mom's been sad about her brother who died along with half the world's population (weird, sad, but that's just how it is you guess), and so you write in your little kid diary: "i wish i could meet my uncle sam, he was a superhero and best friends with captain america, sounds like he was real cool" and then IT HAPPENS

and THEN your resurrected uncle BECOMES captain america? and brings home some wild white dude with a metal arm and super strength??? and it's kinda gross that they keep kissing but the arm is very cool for sure

you're gonna make weirdo uncle bucky be in your tiktoks for clout and flex on everyone else at school, especially MARCUS who SUCKS and doesn’t know even ONE superhero

[firstelevens]

omg i would love to ask you all the questions but i'll settle for ❤️🎁💕📚💌

What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

I did just answer this, but because I can never pick favorites I'm using this space to shout out one from the way you sound in the morning:

As Bucky yelps and sets the mug on the nightstand, he feels rather than hears Sam let out a quiet laugh. He’s loose-limbed against Bucky’s back, none of the usual weight sitting on his shoulders, and Bucky wonders if he could get away with turning off Sam’s alarm a little more often. 

I know I'm the one who wrote it but I'm just very emotional about them being tactile and soft with each other.

Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

from the fill I'm working on right now, in the hopes that it'll nudge me into actually finishing it:

The boys ignore his question and rush in for hugs instead. It’s a complicated affair, now that Cass is nearly as tall as Bucky and AJ is mid-growth-spurt, but the three of them separate without anyone getting elbowed in the neck, so he’ll call that a win.

“Happy birthday, Uncle Bucky,” says Cass, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “If the pancakes taste weird, it’s AJ’s fault.”

What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

They're all my children and I could NEVER choose. That being said, here's a top 3:

parks and rebellion, the Rogue One Parks and Rec AU written for my beloved @birdhapley

by land, by sea, by dirigible, (especially chapter 5, which nearly killed me)

love on rewind (everything is so throwback-ish), because it broke a four year fic writing drought and also Sam and Bucky trapped in the trunk of a car together will never not be entertaining

Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

Well first of all if y'all aren't reading Mak's fics I don't know WHAT you're doing. All I have to say to you is PRINCESS DIARIES 2 AU!

Otherwise, in the FATWS/Sambucky realm, I am at the moment very tender over Routine Maintenance, while make my body come alive (i've got a right to hurt inside) lodged itself so thoroughly in my brain that I can no longer make a pot of chicken stock without thinking of Bucky Barnes.

Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

Much Ado About Nothing permanently rewired my brain when I was 15, so anything involving rivals to friends to lovers or bickering friends to lovers is just...my ideal, although I don't know how often I successfully put it on the page. Also: found family/team-as-family means a lot to me and if left unchecked I will throw it into EVERYTHING.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

I'm not sure if one person can suggest more than one prompt but if you have any space left could you please do #5?? Already dying thinking of all the mess that could result out of these two playing board games together haha, great fun

Thank you so much for the prompt, @allcolorsoftherainbow (by the way, you're allowed to send in prompts as many times as you'd like whenever I do any of these events, I don't have a limit, so don't worry about it!)! I hope you enjoy this fun board game night! 😆

Date 24 of 28: Board Game Night

| - 23 - | - Prompt - | - 25 - |

"Oh, I don't have to pay that," said Bucky, Sam quirking an eyebrow.

"Oh really?" said Sam, amused, "Okay. Tell me. Why don't you have to pay me a hotel amount for Park Avenue?"

"I'm squatting," said Bucky, shrugging, "Squatter's rights."

Sam's head fell to the table, giggling.

"That's - That's not how the game works," said Sam, between wheezes, "You keep making up rules."

"I don't know. I'm really liking this squatter's rights policy," said Sarah, "I should have invoked it when I landed on Park Avenue."

Sam didn't know why AJ chose Monopoly for the game they would play on game night. It always devolved into this particular brand of madness and, in the end, they rarely finished a game. Maybe that's why. For the chaos of it all.

"Monopoly was also made to show how the system of renting is messed up," said Bucky, "So, I choose to fight against the corruption of a system in which our main goal is to crush our opponents and force them into bankruptcy."

Sam laughed.

"You're doing this because you're losing," said Sam.

"I'm doing this because I'm losing," said Bucky, AJ and Cass cackling, "But also because I'm a rebel who doesn't play by the rules."

"I don't," said Sam, still fighting through fits of giggles, "I don't know why we let you play. You're always like this."

Bucky stood up on the table, tilting it a bit, but getting his balance, speaking to the room as if it were a crowd, and now even Sarah was laughing.

"Join me. Join me in my rejection of systems which do not let Bucky Barnes win easily just because I keep forgetting what the good places are or forgetting how much money I have. Join me in my revolution!" said Bucky.

No one joined him.

"Just declare bankruptcy and sit next to me, sweetie," said Sam, gesturing for Bucky to get off the table.

"Ugh, I always get out first, though," said Bucky, handing Sam the last remainder of his money as he sighed, relaxing next to Sam's sighed, "Loan me money so I can get back in?"

"I'm not doing that," said Sam, giving Bucky a kiss on the cheek, "Maybe you'll do better next time."

Sam highly doubted it, but who knows?

Bucky cuddled close to Sam, huffing, but he didn't seem too displeased with his current situation. He seemed a little relieved to just watch; happy next to Sam, watching him try to make moves when everyone knew Bucky just started the decline of people trying to get away with making their own rules.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Want to choose a date for Sam and Bucky to go on during this special February Daily SamBucky Fluff Diary event? Check out the prompts here and send me an ask! I’ll write you a drabble as one of my Daily SamBucky Fluff Diaries!