#im just going to glue him back together. I'm still going to have to get some clay and model the claws because it seems they are just missin

[batsydoodle]

I am completely desolate... just received one of the Eaglemoss figure i bought off ebay and my beloved 90's batman not only lost both ears in transport but also his claws... my goal to acquire more guys for my collection is going to have to be put on hold because it seems the cold canadian weather is just not hospitable for such conquest

[horny-marbles]

uhm fuck o-okay uh… mm god er uhm- shit… f-fuck sorry uh… kim..? are we on first name basis…? i dunno- but umm… er i saw that one erm.. that post… the one about uhm… fuck- about jack….? and uhm i-… god okay… i-i wanted uh- shit sorry um.. i *need* uhm… okay shit- fucking jesus— okay hm uh let me start over… kim… if i can call you that…. I NEED SOMETHING WITH JACK SAYING SWEETMEAT! GOD FUCK I NEED IT AARRA ABHHHH BARK BARK AWWRRRR RUFF RAAAWFF AAHHH ARF ARF RUFF BARK AAHHHHRAWFF

IM HOLLERING i think this has to be the funniest fucking thing ive ever read in my entire life like actually 💀 god help us all bro,,, WYM IF YOU CAN CALL ME THAT AJSJAKSKKSJS YES LMFAO

anyway YEAH BRO I'M.. GRRRRRR ARF ARF ARF ARF SNARL BARK GRRR because that shit doesn't come out often, right?? you could be soulmates for all he cares, and he'll still call you by your name in one solitary flat syllable that betrays none of what he feels for you. good thing he shows it, at least.

you'd have to catch him fully exhausted, boneless and spent after a day of feeding and tearing ass through the woods from whatever undomesticated crawler he'd intruded on. only then will his hands fall heavy on your waist as he pulls you to him, exhaling on the words like it's a relief to have gotten away safe enough to curl next to you — "It's good to be back, sweetmeat."

then... and now. while your knees sting with carpet burn, drool tickling down your neck in bubbling strands, and Jack snarling above you every time your throat—fucked raw—spasms around his cock. his expression looks like a capture from a horror porn—so unlike him that you're barely paying attention to your rhythm getting sloppy and uneven. you're too busy chasing your own hand between your legs, watching his brows knit together in focus and his mouth falling slack on every gag and choke, sharp teeth sunken so deep in his lip that it starts staining red.

"Fffffuck— you're so fucking good, sweetmeat—" his voice chokes in his throat as your eyes flutter, hips thrusting to chase the tightness and wetness where your stretched lips stalled. you'd have to be mental not to suck in your cheeks and bring both your hands up to stroke the slimy mess of drool you left all over his cock and balls, just to see his head fall back like he'd been shot.

"So close, c'mon angel, suck it— Yeah, fuck, like that—" you swear you can feel the weight of his stare from above when his hands fist in your hair, pushing and pulling you off his cock with so much force you can hear your neck crack. balls smack your chin over and over, spit ropes thick as glue spill around his cock, your throat tightens and burns with the stretch, but it's all worth it when you feel him bulging and throbbing on your tongue.

"Take it, sweetmeat—" he snarls, face pinching together before going slack with a gasp, "Take it, I'm cumming, fuck, fuck—"

does it matter that your jaw aches, and your eyes burn with the spit that ended up being smeared in your lashes when he stretched your throat around him and crushed your nose in his pelvis? no, of course not. how could you complain when he's so salty and hot on your tongue, and he's panting and glowing with sweat and awe, and he's calling you his sweetmeat while you milk him of cum?

[mattsnight]

Summary: in which Chris can’t hide his feelings for Y/N any longer.

Warnings: cursing !!

WC: 5k+++

Chris hated how he felt for you. The extreme feelings were overwhelming and it was hard keeping them together. He couldn’t live like this. He couldn’t live knowing you were his best friend and that nothing would ever happen with the two of you.

You were always the clingy kind of type. You couldn’t be alone for more than 24 hours and always had to be with someone who you loved. Most of the times it was Chris, which he didn’t mind at first, but when his feelings for you started, it all became a lot.

You came over to the triplets’ house today, since Chris hasn’t been answering your calls. You were really worried about him. When you walked into the house you were met with an angry Chris. He didn’t want you here at all. He didn’t want to talk. It hurt him to do this shit to you, but he needed these feelings gone. And there it was, he was bottling up all his feelings and is now taking it out on you.

“Jesus what the fuck is wrong with you?” You say to Chris as he just ignored you when you tried giving him a simple hug. He never did this, he would always hug you even when he was annoyed. He lets out a huff, rubbing his eyes as he glances in your direction.

"Me? Nothing is wrong with me, I'm absolutely fine. It's you, you're just always around being clingy, I can't even breathe without you being all over me. Seriously, do you have to be so clingy? Give me a break every once in a while," Chris bites back with a roll of his eyes. A small gasp leaves your mouth at his sudden anger. “What the hell happened to you, chris? At first you’re all nice and sweet to me and now you’re acting like a huge dick.”

Chris grits his teeth, turning to look you in the eyes a lot sharper than usual. "So now it's wrong that I've decided to give myself a break from your clinginess? Is that a crime now?" He quips, raising a brow at you unimpressed. "God, you're always so needy, you can't even go half a day without wanting my attention. Have you ever considered that maybe I'd want alone time?”

“I was giving you one hug, chris. I wasn’t sat on your lap touching your chest while waiting for you to fuck me!” You yell back, anger now running through your body. Chris is visibly taken aback by your words, the harsh bite of them makes his chest ache, but he can't focus on that right now. He lets out an annoyed huff, running his fingers through his hair and sighing. "You always hug me!" He points out, throwing his arms out. "Like, it's never just one hug, you're always all over me, no matter if we're alone or in public. It's like you can't stand the thought of not being attached to me or something!"

“Im not always hugging you! I was so excited to see you, is one hug that bad?” You say, running your hands through your hair. "And there it is again, the excuses!" Chris exclaims in annoyance. "You're always all over me, you've gotta touch me. You know I'm not the biggest fan of physical touch, so why are you always so clingy with me, huh, can you answer that?" He asks, raising a brow at you with an expectant expression on his face.

“Because we’re friends? Cus i enjoy being with you? Because maybe im trying to get our friendship back!” Yeah, that one hurt. It had been a while since you and Chris had hung out. At first you thought it was because he got a girlfriend, but he didn’t, Nick told you that.

"And you need to cling to me to do that? You need to be attached to me at all times to do that, is that it?" Chris asks, clearly still frustrated and a little on edge. "It's annoying. I'm allowed to want my own goddamn space every once in a while, why's that so hard for you to understand? I just want a little space to breathe, alone, without having you sticking yourself to me like glue."

Fuck, why did it have to go like this? You hated this and you knew he did too. There was hurt smashed on both of your faces, but the both of you didn’t stop. “Then tell me to shut up, leave and never come back!” You say, a voice crack slipping through. Chris's eyes widen slightly, his mouth going slightly agape at your words, his heart beating loud in his chest. He did not see that coming. "What?" He asks, a hint of surprise sneaking into his voice. “Tell me to leave, end our friendship and do whatever the fuck you want without me.” You repeat with a voice crack.

Chris's jaw clenches, his chest feels tight and his stomach sinks at your words. Every fibre of his being wanted to scream at you to shut up, to stay with him forever. He did not want you gone, but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to tell you. "I don't want-" he tries to protest, swallowing hard and averting his gaze. "I don't want that."

“Then what do you want, Chris?!”

"You!" His eyes widen the moment the word escapes his mouth, he didn't mean to say that, he meant to say anything other than that. He clamps his mouth shut, staring at you with a mix of shock and frustration. “What?” You say quietly, not believing that you heard him right.

"I- nothing, I... nothing, forget I said that," he runs his fingers through his hair, cursing himself inwardly. This did not get better. "I just... I think, maybe, we should just have some time apart for a while. Take some space, I'll be fine without you glued to my side, you'll be fine without me around all the time." His voice stays the same, not even a slight change.

“You said me.. chris.. what does that mean?”

"I said nothing, alright?" Chris snaps, trying to cover up his slip of the tongue, but it was too late. He couldn't lie his way out of this now. He lets out a huff, scrubbing his face with his hand, looking at you with a frustrated expression on his face. "Damnit... you weren't supposed to hear that."

You take a small step back at his snap. It wasn’t because you were scared, you wanted to give him space. His expression softens just the slightest as he sees you take a step back, his heart panging in his chest as he registers the hurt in your eyes. He shakes his head in defeat. "No, I... Damnit, I can't... Look, I can't do this right now." He runs a hand through his hair again, turning his back to you and walking a few moments. Clearly he was frustrated and upset about the whole situation. “Chris—“ you try, but he doesn’t want to talk.

"Just don’t." He bites, his voice low as he keeps his back turned to you. He clearly wasn't in the mood to keep the conversation going. He was upset, and in pain, and he knew he was hurting you as well. He didn't want to hurt you, but he knew he was, and that was so much worse in his mind. “Please just talk to me, Chris. I want to understand what is going on.”

"What is there to talk about, huh?" Chris turns to look at you again, eyes sharp and his muscles coiled tight with tension. "What are we supposed to talk about? I said something I wasn't supposed to, I can't take it back, so what do you want me to say? I don't want to talk about it, not like this, not right now."

He is still staring at you, his expression pained and frustrated. It was like he was trying to hold back so many things, trying desperately to keep them all at bay and yet they were so obvious on his face. "And what was that little stunt anyway, huh? Trying to get a reaction out of me, is that it? Well great, you got one. You did what you set out to do, I screwed up. I said something I shouldn't have said. Happy?"

Your eyes start filling up with pain. It wasn’t your intention to do this. You didn’t mean any of it, you just wanted a reason why you’re losing your best friend. Chris's heart clenches within his chest at the sight of your hurt expression. The sharp pang of guilt and regret hits him hard, but it doesn't stop him from continuing. "You wanted a reaction, and you got it. I'm human. Do you think you can just prod and poke at me all the time and I won't snap back?" He bites, narrowing his eyes at you despite the panging in his heart. “Im sorry, okay?…” you say.

"You're sorry, is that it? You're sorry?” Chris snaps, taking a step closer as he towers over you. His face is a mixture of anger and pain, despite the growing guilt at the expression on your face. “You're sorry? Great, that just fixes everything, doesn't it? You didn't mean to make me snap, didn't mean to prod and poke at me until I exploded, but that's fine because you're sorry now, right?" All his anger is aimed at you when you just tried to fix something broken. You don’t dare to speak, scared you’ll ruin it even more.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I thought," he continues, his voice still sharp and bitter. "You can apologise all you want but it's not gonna change the fact that you got exactly what you wanted out of me. You pushed me to the limit, and you got a reaction. So don't bother apologising, it's too late for that." He says, letting out a frustrated huff while scrubbing his face with his hand as anger and guilt clash together in his mind. He wants to yell at you, wants to scream at you and let it all out, but at the same time the sight of your hurt expression is killing him. "Goddamnit.." he mutters under his breath, running his fingers roughly through his hair.

“I should go home.. this isn’t gonna work.” You finally say, breaking the silence. "Yeah... maybe you should," Chris responds, but the moment the words escape his mouth he wishes he could take them back. His heart is panging against his chest, his stomach clenches with guilt at the idea of you leaving. He didn't want you to go anywhere, he wanted to talk to you, he wanted you to not look so hurt and upset, but he'd gone and made it all worse in his anger.

You grab your bag quickly after his respond, ready to leave. Chris can’t take this anymore, he needs to make this right. He needs to talk to you. His heart drops to his stomach as you reach for your bag, the reality of the situation hitting him hard as he watches you get ready to leave. "Just... just wait," he says suddenly, the words slipping out before he can even think about it. "Please don't go. I... shit.”

He falters, his breath catching as he tries to find the right words. "I... look, just... just sit down, alright?" He asks, his voice suddenly much softer and more vulnerable than before. He wanted you to stay. He couldn't stand the thought of you leaving right now, he needed you to stay. He swallows hard, forcing out the next words as his heart pounds in his chest. "Please just... just sit down. We need to talk, not like this. Just... just sit down and listen to me. Please."

“Why does this all have to be so difficult?” You ask, sitting down on the couch to listen to him. "I don't know!" Chris exclaims, frustration and annoyance rising in his voice again. Why does it have to be so difficult? He should've just kept his mouth shut in the first place, he'd made a huge mess and he knew it. "I don't know why it has to be so... so difficult." He repeats, softer this time. "I don't... I just don't know." He scrubs his face with his hand, gritting his teeth and taking a deep, calming breath.

“What happened between us?” You ask, wanting answers. Chris's heart pang's in his chest again at your question. A million answers could've come to his mind, but he couldn't get the words out of his mouth. Instead, he clenches his jaw, sighing deeply and shaking his head. "I don't know," he repeats again, his frustration growing. "I... I don't know, things just... changed."

He runs his fingers through his hair, raking his brain for the right words to say, the right way to explain things without saying too much. "I can't explain it. Things just... look, it's just so complicated." He glances at you, his expression a mixture of pain and confusion. He looks away again quickly, sighing heavily and shaking his head. "Things just aren't how they used to be. Something changed... and it's all wrong now."

“Does it have anything to do with you saying that you want.. me?”

Chris visibly tenses, his breathing catching in his chest as the memory of his earlier words comes back to him. He swallows hard and nods, his heart thudding against his ribcage. "Yeah," he mutters, his voice strained. "It has... everything to do with that." He says before looking up at you again, his expression pained and his eyes full of anguish. "You weren't supposed to hear that," he explains, his voice cracking slightly. "I didn't... I didn't mean for you to hear that. I didn't want you to know."

“But you said it, what does it mean?”

Chris takes a deep breath, his heart thudding so hard in his chest it's all he can hear. He knew he was in too deep now, there was no backing out. "It means exactly what you think it means," he mutters, his voice low and heavy. "I... I want you. I want you." He couldn't believe the words were coming out of his mouth, but now they were out there in the open and he couldn't take them back. His eyes search your face, looking for a reaction, a response, any sign of how you felt at his words, but he couldn't find it. "I... I want you," he repeats, his voice hoarse and raw with emotion. "I've wanted you for a long time, and it's been killing me. I... I've messed it up, I know I've messed it up and I can't take it back, but it's the truth. I want you. I need you."

“Jesus christ, Chris.. we could’ve talked about this sooner without that arguing.” You groan as waves of mixed feelings wash over you. Chris lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as he runs his hands through his hair again. "You think I wanted to argue with you? This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I didn't want to deal with this, I didn't want to admit this." He sighs deeply, his heart panging in his chest as he meets your gaze. "I'm an idiot," he mutters, his voice quiet. "I just ruined everything, didn't I?"

“No chris— god.. i am in love with you too.”

Chris's heart stops in his chest, his breath catching in his throat as your words wash over him, a rush of emotions surging through him at your confession. His eyes widen, his heart thudding so hard against his ribcage he's sure you can hear it. He just stares at you for a moment, like his brain isn't quite comprehending what he's just heard. "You... what?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you, chris..” you say. Those three words hit Chris like a ton of bricks, knocking the air out of his lungs and sending his heart into overdrive. He didn't think he'd ever hear those words from anyone, especially not from you. His expression softens, a mix of surprise and wonder and disbelief on his face as he takes a cautious step towards you, like he's afraid he might shatter whatever fragile dream he's suddenly found himself in. "You... you mean that?" He asks, his voice hoarse and low.

“Yes! I have for a long time, but i didn’t know how to feel when you just.. stopped talking to me.”

A wave of emotions washes over Chris at your words. Relief, joy, disbelief, excitement. He swallows hard, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes another step closer to you. "You... you love me?" He repeats, his voice a little shaky as he tries to process everything. "You love me?" He takes one more step towards you, his expression full of hope and awe. You look up at him, noticing he was already staring at you. His blue eyes are searching your face for any sign of dishonesty or deception. Instead, all he sees is love, and a whole lot of it. His heart is beating so hard in his chest it physically hurt, but he didn't care. All he could see was you, and the fact that you just confessed to loving him. He reaches out hesitantly, slowly putting a hand on your waist, like he's afraid you'll vanish if he moves too quickly.

And there it was, the kiss you’ve both longed for. It feels like a switch is flipped inside the two of you. Like you’re finally free. Your hands move to his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer. His hands move to your ass, letting them rest there. Everything is how it’s supposed to be.

When the kiss finally breaks, Chris's expression is a mixture of wonder and shock, like he can't believe that just actually happened. His heart is pounding in his chest, his brain struggling to process what's just happened. He couldn't believe that you actually wanted him, that you loved him. He lets out a breathless laugh, his face still so close to yours that he can feel your breath on his face. “Shit that was so good.” He says, trying to get some air. Oh and it was good.

It was the best kiss you’ve ever had.

The end<3

Oh my god why is this sooo long :,) i hope yall liked it!

[bookskiver]

Tmr characters going trick or treating together (HAPPY HALLOWEEN):

(This one's been chilling in my drafts waiting for spooky day so here we go)

Let's start with the obvious, thomas and newt ARE DOING matching costumes.

Tbh I think they'd do something very basic, theyd get white sheets cut holes out and be ghosts but they'd wear some colourful fluffy socks and pull them up and wear blackout sunglasses over the sheets

And if minho wanted to do a trio they'd do alvin and the chipmunks (minho as alvin, thomas as simon and newt as Theodore (in my humble opinion))

If not, then I feel minho and brenda would go as those two from Subway surfers, tricky and jake, bc they both thought it was cool (they would both bring real spray paint cans and may or may not dabble in some vandalism, but shhhh)

Gally (being gally) didn't want to go, but when he saw everyone getting excited, he felt left out

"FIIIINEEEE if you insist, I'll come with you all"

"We didn't say anyt-"

"NONO it's fine, too late to apologise, I'm going now"

He would either just wear all black clothes and a scary mask (one of those light up purge ones probs) OR, he would still wear all black but put a police cap on and be the policeman from subway surfers to go with minho and brenda

If the girls did a group costume they would be the victorious girls (teresa as tori sonya as cat brenda as trina and Harriet as jade YES PLEASE!!!!!) (I would say they could do that one improv episode with the sleepover at sikowitz's but trina isn't in it 😔)

Alby would be there to babysit these CHILDREN

He would be the angry dad tapping his foot at the end of the driveway waiting for them to get their sweets

He's the one chasing down minho and brenda if they use their spray paint

Give my guy alby a break 😭😭😭

I can picture teresa as coraline, cute outfit she's wearing the blue wig yellow raincoat and everything

No one goes as a character from coraline with her but she's chill slaying alone. She stays back chatting to alby, trying to calm the poor man down from sprinting after gally because he jumpscared a group of children.

CHUCK GOES AS A CREEPER

He wears full green and paints a box to put over his head. Thinks it's really cool until SOMEBODY (gally) starts repeatedly smacking the top of his box

(Gally has been smacked in the back of the head by alby so many times he may have a bald spot at this point)

Harriet and sonya go as jake and finn from adventure time (sonya as finn harriet as jake) or if aris wants to go (I feel like he wouldn't care for Halloween but sonya bribed him with the promise of sweets) they'd go as kenny Stan and kyle from south park. They'd go as this is because aris DEFINITELY has that big orange coat kenny wears and you cant tell me he doesnt bc he does (he goes as kenny Harriet as stan and sonya as kyle)

Fypan (wanting to make chuck feel better) goes as a minecraft zombie with a box on his head (live laugh frypan 🥹🫶)

And if they did a whole group costume they'd go as SIMS!!! They'd print out print out those plumbob crystals and glue them to headbands. They'd all be green accept for gally who was given a red one and alby who's red plumbob was very much forced upon him

And yes, they do walk around talking simlish :)

(This was so all over the place im so sorry i had alot to say 😭) HOPE YOU ENJOYED HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY LOVELYS <33333

[chucktaylors]

This whole storyline has been consuming my brain, so im just gonna spew about it because I'm sure someone will enjoy it

I have a couple good theories/ideas, i'll just jot them down in a bulleted list before i start talking

What if Don Callis had been talking to Trent way before he turned, slowly driving him further and further and brainwashing him until her turned.

What if Orange was actually toxic/pushed the others down to get the spotlight, and so Trent finally had enough and turned, like he said, and Chuck knew and understood why Trent turned, but he was too scared to turn against Orange too, and stuttered up. Or, he was too brainwashed to turn with Trent and listen to him. In their garage match, you can see Chuck hugging Trent, and Trent begging him to stop. And then when Kris and Orange came to check on Chuck, Trent kept looking behind him while he walked out, looking almost sad

Ok now, random spew time. Rocky has been very 2 faced in this whole situation, back and forth between Trent and Orange, focusing more on himself and getting himself up, which is good. But it's very confusing to tell what side he's on at all, is he a face, is he a heel, he's kinda really just fighting to prove himself right now so theres not really much info on him so far, as i know of, but then again, I don't check up on him much.

I feel like Chuck is kinda like the glue of the group. Trent was always there because of Chuck, Orange was always there because of Chuck, and they worked together for him. But when he got injured, Orange and Trent slowly started driving apart because Trent was too hyper focused on winning the belts, and Orange didn't have a reason to care enough, given, we've never really seen these two as a solidified tag team. Chuck got injured, came back as a manager for a little at the end, but it was far too late and he couldn't save it now.

I think Trent still expects Chuck to come back like he always does, and that's definitely a great way to show the toxicity of Trent. He knows Chuck, even though he's hurt mentally and physically, will come back. And unfortunately, Chuck isn't putting up with any of it anymore. But for some reason, even after all the no's and beatings, Trent still wears "Chuck" on his wrists, and he just now changed his entrance from the "Bestfriends: Trent & Chuck".

I think it's significant, Trent joining the Don Callis Family, because, and I may be reaching, but he went from the Best Friends to the Don Callis Family. Friends to Family. It would be cool if they did a "Family comes first"/"Family before friends" type storyline with this. He could say they actually believe in him like a family, the help him like a family, blah blah blah. When really, all along, his "family" is Orange and Chuck.

I definitely think Kris and Trent know something about Orange that we don't, and I'm pretty sure it's something bad. I might be a bit biased, given I love Trent, but I feel like this could all turn out with Orange as the bad guy in the end. Right now he's showing he's going back to being a bit more sad, using his old theme, barely any effort, always paranoid for Trent. With Chuck gone and Hook doing whatever tf he's doing, Orange has no one. Orange always had at least someone all of his life, and now he has no one. He has no social skills, and he doesn't put effort into talking to people because he's so used to these people that Trent ripped away from him. It'd be cool to see maybe Orange going a bit too far too get his friends back, but ending up making it worse cause he looses his true sights.

Another small detail, I may be reaching, but on Trent's shirt, its a picture of Orange with green tape over his eyes. Green represents Truth and Growth. Maybe he's saying there's no truth in his eyes, or he's once again showing how he's grown to despise him. He can't stand to look in his eyes

Last thing, it's all about Chuck v Trent garage match. I think Dustin knew that was his last match and he wanted it to be against Greg, just like they started it. If you look at the small details of that match and compare it to the other matches of theirs in that stadium, it's so sentimental. Chuck wore a shirt with their actual names and a picture of them on it, basically showing Trent that he still cared at least a little bit right after he just broke his heart by saying no and turning against him.

I may be insane, no clue. Why is a group thats called The Best Friends causing me so much torture and pain

[jennay]

Ex-Husband

You Left me

Rory Culkin x reader

An: im debating if this will be a short story with a few chapters or just two parts.

Words: 2k

Warnings: Angst?

You arrive at the front door of Kieran's house and bring your hand up to knock. You stop midway, wondering why you agreed to come to this gathering in the first place or why Kieran thought it was a good idea to invite you to his wife's birthday party.

Kieran was mostly oblivious and probably thought it would be acceptable and harmless, like old times when you all hung out together, stayed up late drinking, telling hilarious stories, and caught up with each other's lives.

He probably didn't realize how awkward and painful it would be for you.

Now, you were Rory's ex-wife, which wasn't exactly making the situation easy. You can't even remember the last time the two of you were in the same room.

However, the memory of how it ended still haunts you.

The deafening shouts, the cruel words that cut deep and left the most brutal scars. The wounded pride that made you lash out. The rage and betrayal overpowered your love and convinced the two of you to break the vow you swore to keep.

You take a deep breath and bounce your knuckles against the hard wooden door. Shit, why didn't you just turn around and leave?

The front door swings open, revealing Kieran. His brown eyes sparkle with joy, and his smile shows you he's happy to see you. Kieran's arms wrap around you tightly, and he rocks you side to side. "I'm glad you made it!"

You hand him the bottle of wine you brought for the group. He gladly takes it, waving you to follow him, but you can't. It's like glue is on your feet, and you're completely stuck.

"Are you coming?" He asks with a gentle smile.

You shake your head, "I don't think I should come in." You quietly say. "Can you tell Jazz I said happy birthday?"

Kieran sets the bottle of wine on the small table to the left of the door frame and steps outside, closing it behind him. He rests his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to sit on the stairs with him.

"Listen, nobody holds a grudge and nobody hates you for what happened, it was a freak accident it wasn’t you’re fault.” He briefly pauses, “Honestly, some days, I miss you more than I miss Rory." He jokes attempting to lighten the mood.

You nod, smiling weakly as you hear the voice in your head telling you it was ALL your fault. "I just feel weird." You admit. "Like, do I talk to him? Do I pretend we didn't just go through a divorce last year? Do I avoid him and pretend he doesn't exist? I don't know how I'm supposed to act."

He squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. "You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with," Kieran says. "Just be yourself. That's all we want from you."

Your head tilts and your eyes widen with disbelief as you stare at Kieran, "Be me? Have you met me?" You roll your eyes and put your elbows on your knees, placing your face in your hands. "Everyone in there knows me as Rory's wife. I'm getting anxious just thinking about it."

He rubs your back soothingly. "Not true, Jazz, and I knew you before Rory. Jazz misses you. Can you try for her? All I'm asking is for twenty minutes." He reminds you. "You can do hard things even if you feel like you can't."

You nod, knowing he's right. "Ten minutes and I'm out."

Kieran smirks as he stands up, brushing the dirt off his pants. He reaches his hand out to you, and you gladly take it. "I'm going to regret this."

He ignores your comment as he opens the front door, grabbing the bottle of wine.

You can hear the cheerful chatter and laughter of the guests in the kitchen as you follow Kieran down the hallway.

Your eyes widen with awe when you enter the living room and see all the decorations. The walls are covered with colorful streamers and balloons, creating a festive atmosphere. A large banner that reads "Happy Birthday Jazz" hangs above the fireplace.

The coffee table is laden with gifts wrapped in shiny paper and ribbons. The couches and chairs are arranged around a low table.

The cake is decorated with white frosting and pink roses and has a number 40 made of candles on top. The room smells like vanilla and chocolate, making your mouth water.

You smile warmly when you see Kieran's daughter, Kinsey, race towards you, screaming at the top of her lungs with her arms open. She's wearing a pink dress and a tiara, looking like a little princess. You scoop her up in your arms and spin her around, making her giggle. She hugs you tightly and kisses your cheek, making you forget about your nerves briefly.

You greet Kinsey with a cheerful smile and hug her tightly. “Hi, sweet girl!” You say, admiring her, “You look so pretty today!”

She snuggles into your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your neck. You feel gratitude for the little girl who adores you unconditionally. You also feel relief, as if she is the human shield that will protect you from awkward encounters.

You carry her with you as you walk to the kitchen, where Jazz talks with her friends. You see her holding a glass of wine in one hand and gesturing animatedly with the other.

She looks radiant. You put Kinsey down on the floor and ruffled her hair. “I’ll see you later, okay?” You tell her softly. “Go have fun with your friends.”

She nods and runs off to join the other kids, leaving you to face Jazz. You brace yourself for the inevitable hug and kiss she always gives you, no matter how long it’s been since you last saw her.

“Babe!” She screams, spotting you from across the room. She pushes through the crowd and pulls you into her arms, kissing your cheek loudly. “You came! I’m so happy to see you!” You hug her back politely, feeling a bit overwhelmed by her enthusiasm. You’ve always loved Jazz, but sometimes she can be too much.

Especially today, when you’re feeling nervous and out of place.

“You look amazing!” She gushes, pulling back and scanning your outfit. “I love your dress! And your shoes! And your hair! You’re such a babe!”

You thank her for the compliments, feeling a bit self-conscious. You don’t feel like a babe at all.

“So, how are you?” She asks, taking your hand and leading you to the counter. She pours you a glass of wine and hands it to you. “How’s work? How’s life? How’s everything?”

You sip your wine and try to answer her questions as briefly as possible. You tell her that work is fine, life is okay, and everything is normal. You don’t want to get into details or share anything personal.

Jazz nods along, but you can tell she’s not satisfied with your answers. She wants more from you, more than you can give right now. She wants you to open up, confide in her, and be her best friend again.

But you can’t do that. Not today.

You start to feel claustrophobic and anxious, surrounded by people who know too much about you and expect too much from you.

You need some air, some space, some peace. “I’m going to step out back for a minute.” You say abruptly, interrupting Jazz’s rambling about her latest project.

Jazz looks at you with concern, but nods understandingly. “Okay,” she says softly. “But don’t be late for cake.”

“I’d never be late for cake.” You joke weakly, forcing a smile. You set down your glass and walk over to the sliding door leading to the backyard. You slide it open and step outside, feeling fresh air on your face.

You sigh long and close your eyes, resting your elbows on the deck's railing. You feel the sun on your skin and the breeze in your hair. You’re glad it’s a nice day, sunny and warm. You need some sun to cheer you up and chase away the gloom.

You open your eyes and look around the backyard, searching for a quiet spot to sit and relax. You see a table with some chairs under a large umbrella, away from the crowd. It looks inviting and peaceful. You decide to head there and enjoy some solitude. But then you stop in your tracks when you see him.

Rory.

He’s leaning against the railing on the opposite side of the deck; his back turned to you. The wind slightly tousled his brown hair, giving him a carefree look. He looks handsome and casual as if he doesn’t have a worry in the world.

He doesn’t notice you at first, but then the deck squeaks under your feet; he turns slightly to see who’s there.

His eyes meet yours, and your heart skips a beat. The person you wanted to avoid at all costs was now standing right in front of you. You put yourself in a trap, and there was no escape.

“Sorry.” You mumble, feeling your face heat up.

He shrugs his shoulders lightly. “It’s okay.” His voice was calm.

You don’t know what else to say, so you walk past him and head to the table. You pull a chair and sit down, hoping he’ll leave you alone.

You take out your phone and pretend to check your messages, avoiding his gaze. But he doesn’t leave. Instead, he follows you and sits across from you, making you feel even more uncomfortable.

You can feel his eyes on you, studying your every move. You wonder what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling, what he wants from you.

“You look nice.” He says suddenly, breaking the silence.

You put down your phone and look at him, feeling annoyed. “Do we have to do this?” You ask quietly, “It’s awkward, and I’m not nearly drunk enough to kiss and make up.”

Rory chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I was just trying to be nice.” He says, pausing for a moment and sheepishly says. “The last six months haven’t been easy for me either.”

“Okay, well, you left me, so I don’t feel sorry for you.” You snap back, not intending to be rude but not wanting to hear his excuses.

He flinches slightly as if your words hurt him, but before he can respond, Kieran steps outside.

You stand up, clutching your phone, and make a beeline for the door. You don’t want to stay here any longer, not with Rory sitting across from you, looking at you with those eyes that used to make you melt.

You don’t want to talk to him, or listen to him, or feel anything for him. You just want to get away from him, this party, and this whole mess.

You walk toward Kieran, who looks at you with a puzzled expression. “Am I interrupting?” He asks, glancing between you and Rory. “I can go if you guys need to talk.”

You shake your head quickly, forcing a smile. “Nope, I was just going in.” You lie, hoping he won’t notice the tremor in your voice. “I need to use the bathroom.”

Kieran nods, accepting your excuse. He steps aside and lets you pass.

He gives you a friendly wink and says, “Don’t fall in!”

You nod back, but you don’t say anything. You don’t plan to return for cake or anything else. You plan to leave without anyone noticing.

You walk through the hallway, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might stop you or talk to you.

You make it to the front door and reach for the handle, ready to escape. But then you hear a voice behind you calling your name.

“Hey, wait!”

You turn around and see Rory looking at you with mixed emotions. Surprise, confusion, hurt, hope. He walks towards you, his eyes pleading with you. “Can we just talk?” He asks softly. “Please, I wanna make things better between us?”

You feel guilt in your chest. You know he wants to talk to you, explain himself, and apologize. You know he still cares about you, maybe even loves you. But you also know it’s too late for that.

Too much has happened, too much has changed, too much has been broken.

You can’t go back to how things were or could have been. You can’t forgive him or yourself.

You shake your head firmly, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill over.

“No,” you say firmly. “We can’t.”

You open the door and step outside, leaving him behind.

You walk to your car, feeling his gaze on your back. You get in and start the engine, feeling relief. You drive away from the party, from Rory, from your past.

You don’t look back. You need to move on.

Part 2

[andorerso]

exactly EXACTLYYYYYY. you get it!! she challenges him, and I think he likes that. I was into them from the moment I saw her grab his jacket in the trailer, and they called me a fool. but I'm right!!

we are literally two people nodding and saying "exactlyy!" to each other and i'm loving it because i thought everyone would side eye me for it. i hope you feel vindicated you were no fool you were right!!! yeah completely agree they could've had such an interesting dynamic the more i think about it the more im into it like her willingness to make sure luther died despite him being a father to her and pretty much the only person (that we saw) that she had and loved and how cassian (is supposed to) be exactly the same like that ruthlessness and dedication but also the deep love they can feel, how she took down so many people at the hospital that they thought she was a team of 3 like im sorry cassian would be so fucking into that, ughhhhh we could've had it so good but instead we got... that.

i might be too high on the casskleya supply and now i'm drinking the rebelcaptain juice at the same time but now i'm thinking about her on the base and trying her best to settle in, scarif happens she (ofc without showing) is worried about cassian because he's one of the few people she really knows here and ofc thats the only reason she's worried... he and jyn live (because reality is what i decide it is) she meets jyn, my queens get to know each other, they're kinda like suspicious cats circling each other but curious, both scared to really open up but somehow (im still brainstorming) they bond over their similar upbringings, losses of their father figures to the cause etc jyn and cassian are also able to bond without the imminent death but in the back of thier head they're kinda both like "but i'm also into kleya so whats going on" jyn (again idk how just feel in the blanks) ends up telling him and is like i really have feelings for you but it'd be wrong to not tell you there's someone else i think i might have feelings for he asks she opens up he's like omg no way me too kleya (my no bullshit girlie) walks up to them both one day and is like are we going to address this or not and they all live happily ever after as the power throuple of the rebellion, jyn and cassian going on missions kleya manning the coms and helping them got home safe and all is well in the world!!!!!

I need other people to hope on this train because i can not write fics (as seen above lmao) but im shaking with the need for jynkleyacassian omg

yeah, I think a big appeal to me is that Kleya and RO!Cassian are so similar. it'd never in a million years actually work between them in the long term for that very same reason, but it'd be soooooo fucking interesting. a fascinating dynamic, honestly. if you wanna see my thoughts on it more, I talked about it here

I think I was so stuck on my belief that casskleya wouldn't actually work in the long term that I didn't even think about the possibility of jyncasskleya! that may possibly be the first ot3 with rebelcaptain that I truly like the sound of 👀 for me to like an ot3, I have to like all the individual dynamics, and that's very rare lmao. but rebelcaptain is obvious, casskleya I already talked about, and jynkleya very much feels like sapphic rebelcaptain so.... what's there not to love actually? casskleya may be too similar to me to actually work but Jyn may be the thing they need to balance it out and help them make it work. actually, the idea of Jyn being the glue that holds them together... ugh, I'm obsessed!!

my hypothesis: what if casskleya are already a thing pre-R1 but it's not exactly a strictly monogamous conventional relationship. there's feelings there but it's mostly just sex because neither of them can afford or even think about more. then Jyn comes along and Cassian has an obviously intense connection with her from the start. the movie plays out mostly the same, and Jyn meets Kleya post-Scarif, and she kinda takes it the wrong way and thinks she and Cassian are actually just regular dating. feels very betrayed because she thought there was something there between them but apparently he has a girlfriend, okay whatever. there's miscommunication because they're idiots but Kleya picks up on the fact that Cassian seems very hurt by the fact that Jyn's avoiding him. she confronts Cassian about it who thinks at first that Kleya's jealous which she finds hilarious because as if. anyway. Kleya makes these two idiots talk it out, and then somehow the three of them end up in a polycule. I should probably figure out how jynkleya bond too but right now, I don't have as strong an idea of them yet. will think about it....

[soft4gguk]

Miss Tessa 😖 this is so frustrating but also so good.. i can’t even complain about jk’s actions (or lack thereof) because he and soori has been through so much in a small amount of time and whatever hesitations he had in the past and currently i can’t blame him.. he just want to live inside their bubble but i get the feeling it will pop soon 💔

I get oc’s feeling too because she’s downplayed her emotions so many times and the feeling like you’re only a placeholder until the right person comes back is a sucky feeling. Coupled with the fact they’re still hiding that there’s more to it than being employer-nanny 😭 and all this is soori. She’s like the baby glue keeping the three of them together, and whichever way they go she’ll be the one who gets affected 100%. Love how she is with jk and oc, and im just waiting for the time when she will slip and nana will become mama 🥹 idk if my heart will burst with happiness or sadness when/if the time comes 😭we haven’t read about jk’s pov about all this, what did he think about oc’s revelations? Is it true that he’s not expecting Ira to come back anymore? What’s really holding him back 😖

Anyway i love the friends dynamic. I love how they dont gossip about each other like Joon not knowing about jk and oc when half of their friend group knows. I love how Tae gives jk the realtalk and Mai calls him out on his bs 😂 I love Mai! Such a boss girl 😂

The only thing im not happy about this is why is Mingyu friends with jk lmaaoooooo because he seems like a good guy and if im oc (im not bummer 😣) i’d totally tap that 🍑 🤭

When i saw the chapter is 17k words girl are you okay?? You were sick and you’re able to come up with the chapter so good. I hope you’re feeling better though!! Dont get sick ❤️

hiii <333

I totally agree with you! it's so frustrating because I have so much empathy for him and everything he's gone through but at the same time I'm like well yeah but how much longer can oc hold onto all of this?? :((

and yeah it must be hard for her now that ira is on her mind and she keeps comparing herself to her, feeling like she's under her shadow, or like you said, a placeholder. but a lot of this I do believe is just a matter of miscommunication!! because to answer your question, jungkook really does not want her to come back. there's nothing left there and I think his actions do show that much. he's left with hesitation, yes. but it's not because of her, more so because of what she did. also, in chapter thirteen (I think) he says how he didn't acknowledge the I love you because he thought she hadn't meant it. lmao. he's so DUUUUUUMB 🤯

I looooooooooooove their friendship dynamic sooo much, too. I love writing it, I'll never stop yapping about this lol. and yeah, they're all pretty loyal and wise towards each other. and mai is the BEST. Taehyung bagged fr fr fr. I also love how she bosses him around lol.

MINGYU AND JK ARE NOT ONLY FRIENDS. THEY'RE LIKE, best friends 😭 went to high school AND college together like. oc really is off limits to him but poor baby Mingyu doesn't know!!!! oc is better than all of us from what I can SEE. LMAO.

tbh I did have quite a lot of time to write it hehe. but yeah, the last couple of days I really locked in. it was originally supposed to be maybe 12k... but then I got carried away. specially with the smut and the Mingyu thing lol. but im so glad u enjoyed!! I loved answering this ask sooo much. iluuu <333 xo

[akaikali]

Hello! I just finished reading "Are You Mr. Schadenfreude?" on Ao3! And dare i say it is the best fic I've ever read yet, LIKE I'M NOT KIDDING the amount of suspense, thriller and horror.. I was at the edge of my seat and not to mention how well written the whole story is and the lore itself is just so 😩😩😩.. I am not familiar with vocaloid and even the music video (sorry!) itself but I did watch it just after reading the fic and how impressed I was that you came up with your own version and even wrote it in a MONTH 80k words and all, kudos to you <3.

I was having goosebumps throughout reading the fic! I LOVE the dynamic between wonhan and especially I've been addicted their 'This Man' album since it was released and how they were stuck together like glue and the moments they share together was adorable and as a jeonghan biased myself (i have 6 biases actually hehe) i love every bit of it and I fell in love with the characters and the fic itself. Another thing I'd like to point out is the way you portrayed their relationships that can be interpreted as romantic and/or platonic so that readers can enjoy more of the story. Aside from wonhan, i also adored the dynamic each members have with each other and then there's verkwan VERKWAN FOR THE WIN! I was devastated when both of them died and I was awestruck to find out that seungkwan did it to avoid vernon from suffering the same fate with the others and that my friends is love and if that's not love I don't know what is. I was saddened that all of them have met their deaths whether they were murdered or have ended themselves BUUUUUT HELLO THE PLOT TWIST??? I was clearly not expecting for wonwoo to wake up and then it goes back to beginning but then I understand it was his turn to break the cycle like wonwoo was the real mvp here, basically the whole story was supposed to be in hoshi's timeline but man's was sidetracked and ended getting killed earlier in the story (still love him tho but a huge facepalm for him). At the beginning of the fic I was caught off guard that jun had died immediately like it was so sudden but I was pleasantly surprised to find him still alive the end and was working below the church to try and help his friends and speaking of the devil... I really can't put my finger on it but since the beginning I've been very suspicious of minghao, but I did suspect either jeonghan or wonwoo to be the devil but I was more suspicious of minghao and the scream I let out when it was actually him who the was the devil though I have to admit it was pretty conflicting but in a good way lol.

It was fun spotting easter eggs all throughout the fic that connects with gose and for real though the fic was definitely a mix of bad clue, don't lie and ego as the og lore is similar to a mafia game and I absolutely ADORE how you came up with your twist. I'm gonna be honest it was the BEST read, I've been so invested in a fic before like how invested I was in the fic and not to mention the endless roller coaster of emotions I've read throughout, you really did pour all your hard work on this one and I really really appreciate it!!! ('appreciate' is an understatement) There are a lot more words to say but I think I'll stop here, I've been rambling too much lol. Please excuse my English as it's not my mother tongue.

HELLO???? OMG THIS IS SO SWEET IM GONNA SCREAM

I'm so flattered oh my lord I was kicking my feet and giggling as I read this you're SO sweet

I'll be totally honest, there was one specific scene that really made me want to write this and I actually drew it here. This was the catalyst for this whole fic I saw this scene and I was like "wonhan. i need to draw wonhan like this" and yeah here we are. honestly I was NOT expecting it to be like 88k, I thought I'd have barely enough for 30k 😭😭

Wonhan has been a new recent obsession for me (same as you, This Man really made me go OH HELLO WONHAN) their dynamic reminds me a lot of a ship I like (wangxian from MDZS, jeonghan reminds me of wei wuxian and wonwoo reminds me of lan wangji). I actually wrote a wonhan fic based on wonhan (and I'm gonna add a chapter to it soon as well ehehe)

Writing their relationships as ambiguous was so nice as an aroace person who feels strong feelings that aren't entirely romantic but not platonic either. Jeonghan-biases unite, as I was writing it I literally went "if I'm in love with him, everyone is in love with him". Verkwan are sooooo they're so soulmates (in whatever way)

Wonwoo being the one to figure it out is kind of like him in Ego because he figured out almost everything but he just got caught by the time limit. If it weren't for that, I think Wonwoo could have figured it out.

As for Jun, I really love seeing his caring side because he cares SO MUCH for the members. That's why I wrote him quietly helping his friends because that reminds me of him in the early days, even when he couldn't communicate, he was always silently helping everyone.

As for Myungho, I wanted to channel the energy he had in Bad Clue because the final confrontation between him and Mingyu was sooooo like it had me SWEATING. But at the same time, I couldn't make him ACTUALLY want to hurt his friends, Myungho would never do that. Hence the binding ritual ending I came up with. But I'm so glad you like my plot twists!!

The Easter eggs were my favorite part everytime I wrote one I was giggling a little bit.

Thank you so much, seriously, I'm so glad you enjoyed it so much, especially since I think this was probably one of my favorite fics I've written, so it makes me so happy that you like it so much!!

(Idk how much svt I will write other than my ongoing kpopfic Only You and adding a chapter to my wonhan fic, but I'm glad you enjoyed this!)

[musubiki]

omg omg omg i'm gonna geek out about writing quickly but the time skip redo is actually really cool??? like mochi feels like the glue keeping them all together is so it makes sense that they kinda scatter but still stay in touch kinda after she leaves,,,, also the idea of getting the gang back together one by one just feels kinda nice like its the ✨found family✨ vibes that the guild radiates that just has me🤧🤧🤧🤧 LOVE THEM SO MUCH

YES AAAH IM GLAD YOU THINK SO!!!!!!!!! i feel like this version is better exactly for that reason and also its a better driver for the growth lime goes through when mochi isnt there!!!

PLUS it also aligns better with what (in my head) seems to be normal around "grown" witches, which is that after that period of time where a witch is learning and coming into her own, she no longer has need for a guild and it effectively breaks up (which is why tiramisus guild as well as other older witches dont have their full guild with them. maybe 1 or 2 members stuck around because theyre friends but otherwise most witches guilds dissolve after said witch is done training and her power is in full)

the only thing that makes me sad about it is that i wish lime and the others were close enough friends to stay together as a guild after mochi leaves, like their friendship with each other isnt SOLELY dependent on her, but since there only 5 of them (and taffy is new), once mochi left, lime was the only other person who was capable enough to lead the guild. and since he took such an emotional blow i dont think he had it in him to essentially babysit the other 3. so with 2/5 members (and essentially the core of the guild) out of action, it makes sense that neither coco or oscar could ever "lead" the guild the way lime potentially could have (and taffy feels like he has no right to even try to fill that role). that being said, i do like the idea of them hanging out every so often to do side quests!!!!!

(essentially i think of this period as lime shifts into the "main character" role and it turns into a genshin style of adventure for him-- where he just travels around (lowkey searching for mochi) but mostly training, doing side quest/side quest chains, becoming stronger, and every so often he runs into a quest that requires you to bring along/interact with other major characters like coco, oscar, taffy, the merchant, other witches mochis met during her journeys, etc, but afterwards goes back to a solo journey. as a consequence once the guild gets back together it turns out lime has a bunch of connections in a bunch of different places)

and also!!! i maybe have mentioned this, but in my heart it feels unfair to have them all just.,.....waiting around for her. like obviously we all know she comes back to them, but from their POV shes essentially gone forever with no end date, and having them accept the mindset of potentially waiting around forever feels like a shitty thing to do, so im going to let them move on!!!!! (at least superficially. i dont think any of them would ever truly move on after mochi leaves. how would you ever just spend 2-3 years in this magic world of action and adventure and then just suddenly drop it all and go work a 9-5??? impossible. they all tangentially stayed in the magic community and would be ready at the drop of a hat to rejoin mochi if she ever came back and asked them to!!)

[radiant-reid]

okay now im curious how did spencer and reader’s “breakup” go when red came out? thank you darlingg 😍

something like this. also, only slightly related but how is JJ the only one with blue eyes ??

You never wished you didn't have Spencer as your boyfriend. He was everything you ever wanted...but that didn't negate the fact it would be better to listen to Red TV while heartbroken.

"I think we've got to break up." You tell him one night, scrolling TikTok and seeing the excitement of all the heartbroken people.

Spencer chuckles, not taking you seriously at all. "Really? Did Morgan put you up to this?" He asks, still reading. "Again?"

"Nope. Taylor did." You reply. He looks up from his book with far more concern at that unisex name. "Taylor Swift." You clarify before he can freak out.

He breathes out overdramatically, relaxed again. "And how did she do that?"

"You know her album getting rereleased?" You start. He does know since you've talked about it nonstop. "Well, there are lots of sad songs, so I need to be heartbroken."

He laughs even more at that, reaching out to grab your thigh and pull your legs onto his lap. "I like seeing you happy, though, because I love you."

"How am I supposed to sing my heart out to I Knew You Were Trouble, We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, All Too Well- which, by the way, is getting a ten-minute version-, The Moment I Knew, Sad Beautiful Tragic, The Last Time, I Almost Do and Red when you're telling me that?" You ask him flatly.

He shrugs. "If you need a fire sign with blue yes, you could always date JJ." He offers, smugly grinning.

You know why, and you hit him on the shoulder for sneaking the comment in. "Just because we made out that one time, huh?"

"Yup." He agrees. "Wait, what about Holy Ground? I mean, aside from all the good stuff being written in the past tense. Oh, or Treacherous." He grips your thigh tighter, fingers splayed out across your skin. "'Cause, you'll do anything I said if I say it with my hands."

"You're so unhelpful." You sigh. "I could always break up with you."

He shakes his head. "Not if I don't let you."

"So I'm stuck with you now?" You joke, pouting as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Like glue." He answers. "I'm sure there's something I can do to convince you that's a good thing."

[shipwreck-letters]

hi sorry for disappearing for weeks i was hibernating

i just wanted 2 ask how you'd think the monster manor story would progress (like how'd the characters develop, how u think it'd end and what u think of the character that was teased but never released)

im kind of losing hope ab MM ending or even just having a good story because of the recent announcement adydhwnbehdisjcm

Long, long post incoming. I ramble a lot, my brain is like Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup. (I missed you, though! Nice to see you again! How have you been?) (Also swearing,,,swearing- Edit: There was much more swearing before I read over this and took out the Dorian shit, because I really wanna shake them by the shoulders and-)

I honestly think about this question ALL the time. And by the end of this, I do have an idea for an ending!!! It's down below. It's just a lot of rambling beforehand.

ERYTHEIAAAAAA- Am I spelling her name right?? She's really pretty, really strong, her character design speaks, but I wish we had more.

I don't have much I can really say about Erytheia, because I always get stuck on what Lynne said about "sounding like a Greek chorus" That always stops me from trying to write her myself, because ???? WHAT- I do not know enough about Greece, or Greek mythology, to even begin to do that. I am an Indigenous country bird. I feel so bad, though- Maybe I could try again and get back to you on that. No promises, though 😭😭😭 That would honestly, in my opinion, need to be something that maybe some more people can talk more about and come to an agreement on.

I wish we could get just one line, one sentence, one paragraph of dialogue or set-up. I miss her, and I only saw ONE sketch of her.

The way Sage's story took a crazy turn, and how he ended up 6 months during the new war; I would have never predicted that at ALL- So it's like,,,I wonder if a crazy twist would happen with MM-

But it doesn't seem like there would be a whole "Upright/Reversed" thing, because MC is clearly competent enough to not have Casimir or Rainier fall back into their vices again. That would be so dumb for them to establish this change, and then say "haha whoopsie yes Casimir become the beast- Yes Rainier, break out and raise hell as a dragon on Earth" like,,,that would be dumb-

I'm talking out of my ass, I think, because Casimir and Rainier aren't my OCs, but it seemed like we already met them during their arc? During that time of change and sadness, and hopefully it would be a story of change for the future.

Surrounded by people that are in the same boat as him, he'd have a new focus on getting to know these people, MC, and have an outlook of fixing these rooms, sharing his story and his own knowledge about things! Getting to know them, too. Maybe his curse was like a self-fulling prophecy, because the only times he transformed with MC is under intense stress or emotions. He never transformed when Rainier lost control, he was perfectly fine.

So I think...Casimir's rooms/arc were semi-complete during those chapters, and that tale. In general, very very very general. It gave me enough to hypothesize, and Rainier is the same. But...Still not enough. It's not Lynne-approved, Lynne-directed, Lynne please come back and swipe your story-

Maybe during these times, he'd have a few transformations that he can't help. He'd be really nervous, because now he has access to hurt others, not just himself or the House. But but but- I think....that MC or Rainier or maybe even Erytheia stands up to the beast enough times that it starts to change. It begins to go away, and Casimir doesn't even realize- He still has the traits, and the abilities that comes with it, but I think that Casimir wouldn't even realize until MC mentions the beast and someone is like "you transform?" and Casimir is like "....Now that you mention it-"

I think it would come to a head with MC, honestly- This character that is unwavering, the glue that holds everything together...There's gotta be a moment where they're like "Well now everyone is together, I guess my job is done here" But they try to leave and it's like,,,,No, actually. MC deserves to be cared for, as well. They (you, the reader, too) need reassurance and repair beyond just being looked at as the fixer-upper, the sunlight-

I think once MC has a moment where they realize for a moment that they can also accept that this home isn't just for the characters, but for them, too- They can stay, or go, maybe with Casimir to the modern world, or with Rainier to Almithara, but there will always be a home, here, a refuge.

That's what it was always meant to be, right? I think that would be an ending that I would like to see, anyway. Not too personal, not too vague, but being able to leave or stay with the character(s) you romance, augh. I want to see Rainier's home, I want to show Casimir the world 🎶, I also want the fade to black scene I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT-

It wouldn't be chaotic crazy like LL, where there's war or death, but those topics do come up in terms of Casimir's past, or Rainier's jobs regarding the Magister. But the past is not an end-all-be-all, and the House was meant to be a place where you can get help, be helped, and then be let go again. (I think- It had to be, no way did the House intend to just keep them there forever)

Casimir couldn't leave, because he couldn't see that. Rainier couldn't (can't) leave, because he couldn't (can't) see that. With a group of different minds, it's a cycle of helping each other, helping yourself, and also....Being able to romance or have a great friend and support because of that.

That's what I think, anyway. If I was a Fictif Ambassador (which I do not ever want to be tbh), I wouldn't have much to say regarding any completed stories, or even Into the Mist, but for Monster Manor? I fully believe that's a good ending. That's what I would bring, and I will milly rock someone for saying it needs to be darker, or grittier, or whatever.

I know that it would be different, working under such harsh conditions, and Dorian....Ugh. What a shitshow.

What was the point of the whole Ambassador roles, they approved the Asra tale??? That was so lackluster- Who wrote and approved that shit- I just want to talk, Dorian.

There's still much that I want answered and it makes my eye twitch that Dorian is pulling this horseshit buffonery...

But I might do that in another post. Here's a little brightness that I've been thinking about lately:

Bendy and the Ink Machine. The Dark Revival. It came back! It's so fantastic, it's beautiful. I hope that LL and MM can get the same treatment- A revival. A good ending to beautiful concepts and aesthetics. Sage, Anisa, Felix, Casimir, Rainier, Erytheia, and even Fin- They fucking deserve it. Maybe the devs can bring them back, slightly redesigned, with a different name, but ultimately the same plot and vibe.

I won't ever "drop" Monster Manor, it's gotten me through some stuff, and still does! It brought me Finch, it brought me friends and a fandom! I owe it a lot, and I hope we can see it to a completed end.

But...Do make sure to record the story, screenshot it, what have you. Prepare to prepare, is what my uncle says about tough situations.

[emmacreatures]

Considering a deal..

IM BACK!! Ngl, i'm a little doubtful about this next one!! Some parts I like, but its- RGHDJNF despite I'm mostly obsessed about Ka'am and Quaritch, especially after his update, they're so difficult to write, but I hope you guys enjoy despite i'm still doubting about it hsjdbd, I might tweek some things here and there but, we'll see! this is a follow up on PET PEEVES! Absolutely Ka'am x Quaritch focused, with some Ter'ran and lyle in there! Enjoy

FOLLOW UP ON THIS: https://www.tumblr.com/emmacreatures/712710128372252672/pet-peeves

For Ka'am had gotten into the woods with his thanator.. Lyle and Ter'ran had caught up.. Until it hit Ter'ran, who quickly stood up after clinging onto Lyle like the strongest glue. "We need you to get the hell out of here" Ter'ran said for he cut open Lyle's robes that had tied him up when everyone was gone for a bit.. "Woah hold up?! I just fucking found you. It took me awhile to even realize its you. So nah. No way I'm leaving. Especially without you" Lyle said cocky but serious, seeing Ter'ran seemed nervous. It made Lyle walk up to him to shake him out of it. "Doesnt it occur you for a second i'm right infront of you" Lyle said for Ter'ran breathed in firmly, wanting to hit him, but at the same time never let go of him anymore.. But then his most important thought of now got into his mind. "Did your boss ever find out about us.." Ter'ran asked seriously, holding Lyle's face for he looked him right in the eyes, feeling the hold of Lyle. "Why do you ask that out of all things?? no why. Who do you think I am, I aint letting that slide like that." Lyle said confident.. For Ter'ran was still thinking.. "is he back.. like you are. With the whole program". Ter'ran kept asking, for Lyle frowned, noticing he got more tense. "Why are you so tight up. Cant we enjoy this for a second.. You've been all thats on my mind.." "And then it takes you a bit to realise its me?-" "Hey I got KIDNAPPED" Lyle said for Ter'ran looked around eventually, letting go of Lyle as he realized Ka'am went into the forest. "Hey whats the actual matter with you?" Lyle asked direct. "I saw Ka'am's glare. Our connection made him frown.. if ka'ams out there and they cross paths they might have a big gathering and i'll know he'll mention it" Ter'ran said, for Lyle frowned. "who says they'll get along. Quaritch stepped back from him actually.. Surprisingly. Which made me take my own decisions. He never got scared or pulled back from things" Lyle said for Ter'ran got silent. "Did you said quaritch..." "Yeah- Did you hear me stutter?" "Shut up" Ter'ran said as his ears folded. "Then they will get along, which means you have to get your ass out of here" Ter'ran said absolutely dead serious, noticing Lyle was rebelling through this.

"What on earth are you talking about?!". Lyle stood serious, glaring at Ter'ran who knew this was going to end rough if the two so happened to meet in person. "That boss of yours doesnt happen to be the same quaritch who so happened to let out a navi years ago" Ter'ran said as Lyle got suspicious now. "How the hell do you know about that" Lyle said for Ter'ran tilted his head in a movement. "guess with our luck who that was." Ter'ran said as Lyle finally got the links. "Fan-fucking-tastic. Of course it had to be like that. But that doesnt mean jack shit. You should know I can stand my own damn ground. If he has some.. 'odd' connection to a navi then so can I." "Arent you understanding this whole problem?! Big chances Ka'am will eventually talk to him, if not your boss would, and if they found out about us by putting the dots together its going to be game over" Ter'ran said worried, knowing if Ka'am would find out the man dated and.. did more with just a human. . He'd be pissed to say the least. especially now that he was shaped the way he was. "So.." Lyle eventually said.. "So?" "Yeah.. So what. Let them find out" "And you think they'll be so easy about it?" "Why are you so worried, I dont know Ter'ran being afraid of things.." Lyle said honest, almost sounding dissapointing. "I'm scared of him at times. Okay. He used to be my best friend, but he shaped himself to be something to be feared.. Try to at least show some compassion for me-" "As much as I like to, and as much as Quaritch can get tired of my shit as well, he wont hurt us.. Maybe he sometimes thinks about it.. but he wont"

"And what if my leader will.. He almost killed you already.. I cannot loose you again.. I can barely believe you're here" Ter'ran said eventually.. Making Lyle sense Ter'ran was afraid of that of all things.. "Your friend would be a sore loser if he'd try to kill the one joy of yours.. Instead of focusing on what can happen, maybe we should focus more on goddamn us. Because man. I missed you so fucking much.." Lyle said in his own ways, for Ter'ran made the eye contact at last, feeling he got hold again by Lyle.. Which made him melt into the man's hands.. Taking his head into his hands, a happy tear flew down his cheek.. Just letting it sink that he indeed was back.. "took you long enough.." Ter'ran eventually said, making Lyle smirk to see the Ter'ran appear that he so desperately loved. "Thats my cowboy."

Meanwhile... Ka'am was going through pandora, in sync with his thanator who could be as silent as the night, trained by Ka'am that way.. It was slowly becoming day again as the majority of time was night.. Which made it almost impossible for most to find Ka'am is he was out in pandora at night. The mix of his nature, along his colors and paint he wore at times made it impossible even for animals to notice him.. but with daylight it was still a big hassle.. But more easy to have luck in finding him. After a long search, Ka'am noticed to see the group of Quaritch out there again, possibly searching for the idiot they had captured.. Making him slide off his thanator, telling it to go around the group, as silent as can be. "Mansk. Zdog, go to your left. And be careful, like we experienced last night, you never know whats in these woods" Quaritch said as he held his own weapon in his hands, telling the others to spread around.. Ka'am tilted his head before getting closer, crawling over the ground like it was the easiest thing. The man had some knives with him hidden, but he had left his bow behind.. Feeling like it wasnt nessesairy. His aura was intimidating enough already... To say the least. quaritch frowned as he looked around, watching his own back as he kept circling to check every corner of his eye.. Ka'am however got closer and closer, slowly raising his body from the ground as within seconds, he appeared like a shadow, close behind Quaritch..

In the exact moment, Quaritch felt a familair but cold chill down his spine, but just as he wanted to turn around, Zdawg yelled "JESUS CHRIST- COLONEL WATCH OUT". As every recom pointed at Ka'am, who didnt move a single muscle or eye, Except Quaritch, the man seemed to recognize the man immediately, but instead of just seeing his eyes, he finally saw the shape, the scent.. Seeing the energy, the glare, from upclose "HOLD YOUR FIRE-" "COLONEL ARE YOU NUTS?!" One of the recoms yelled, as they still held up all their weapons. "I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF" Quaritch didnt really yell, but his volume was up high and extremely dominant. By that.. Hesitantly, the recoms lowered their weapons with dissaproval.. Ka'am's head was slightly tilted at Quaritch, the left side of his face showed more than the side that had some scars.. Only his tail moved slowly, as if he was awaiting what Quaritch would do... Watching very closely.. But Quaritch slowly caught up too.. "No bow.. No visible weaponry. Am I that inviting to you?" Quaritch said low and serious, as he watched him back, seeing no sudden threat to him.. But he could almost sense that Ka'am was no fond of the others.. And as he expected.. as soon as one of the recoms tried to talk to Quaritch, Ka'am's ears folded, and just by that small detail, Quaritch knew it was a life or death situation. "Leave.." Quaritch all the sudden said, making Alexander smirk. "Hell yeah colonel, thats w-" "All of you. Leave" quaritch said in a way he wouldnt repeat himself with, noticing doubts of the group for they didnt expect it was focused on them, but as loyal as they were.. They slowly backed off.. ka'am's glare was still there, staring right at Quaritch as after a while..

He could sense the group had left or at least kept his distance for now. "Colonel.. We're not too far away, just give us any sign.. incase things can happen" The microphone at Quaritch' neck started ongoing, which made Ka'am's ears fold again.. Feeling betrayed for a second for the fact his group was disloyal... hating it. Without much of a second thought, Quaritch pressed onto the button to speak back. "Go back to bridgehead. Thats my final order" He said threatening, clicking the device off for Ka'am kept silent and his eyes on the man that now seemed serious in their interaction, as alone as it could be.. "you gonna stare at me or will you actually talk now that they've left.." Quaritch said as he pushed his own gun to his back.. Standing still as he watched this predator like navi infront of him watch every move.. Quaritch sensed Ka'am waited until the recoms would be far gone.. But Quaritch felt like continuing their conversation after watching the man a little bit more, daring to do so. He felt his mind was surprised but almost struggling to.. see and feel this same level of dominance from both men. He had never met a match like that before, nor realized this man possibly matched him on more front and visa versa.. but it didnt nessesairly intimidate him, it definitely was more of an inside battle.. But Ka'am was experiencing the same despite it didnt seem like it.. Staring directly at Quaritch, he knew for sure.. it was the man he had met before, but how... How on earth was it possible that he was back. He knew the skeleton. The ampsuit.. But through all the silence, not one of the two had stepped closer.

"Any reason you decided to surprise me" Quaritch said low, seeing Ka'am look up and down at Quaritch, listening close to his voice. ".. I remember you. You might've not said a word back then, nor did we say anything to each other, but you've heard everyone around you, knowing exactly what they said. I know you know english" Quaritch said eventually, knowing 100% it were the same eyes he met 16 years ago. "that is, if i'm willing to speak it" Ka'am finally said, in english, as he tilted his head more the other side, which revealed the scars on his right side better.. Now slowly moving a little bit, but Quaritch kept standing where he was, looking at Ka'am.. He still felt that rather strong chill down his spine, but oddly enough he could tell despite the danger this man's aura showed.. that he would be in no danger right now, unless he'd make a wrong move. Watching Ka'am slowly come closer with a threatening look.. Quaritch got a better and closer look at what the man had become.. Without much of a warning, Ka'am walked around Quaritch slowly.. Taking his tail in his hands for a bit.. Go along his rather muscular arms like a direct inspection. Before taking a sharp bone from his hair to poke Quaritch, who glared in a rather warning way... but seeing the man take it to taste him.. Made him silent. He had heard from Jake, the mother of the clan had done it to him before.. as he immediately could sense it was a test to see if he maybe was... pure? he noticed a slight twitch in the man's ears of having tasted his blood.. For Ka'am got curious.

For quaritch couldnt know.. Ka'am's mom was a Tsahik, and from her he had specific things learned that for most were almost uncanny. But it were things he did in order to be the man he was now.. It was sinister, but powerful. Meanwhile as Ka'am stood so close, the mix of his own scent in combination of the things he at times smoked.. Made Quaritch silent to analyze it. He had never smelled anything like it.. The whole navi man infront of him was something he had never seen.. And therefor took different steps than usual.

For Ka'am tried to puzzle out what exactly the man infront of him was, his scent was unlike anything he'd smelled.. his blood tasted young.. It was like a real navi, but something powerful was in the mix, it might've explained why the man at a younger age was so well trained.. For he didnt.. seem to be 20 in their age with the way he handled and mentally communicated. But his body as well, seemed to be more than what most could achieve. Some developed things that only showed there had to be a reason why he was what he was. "Who are you." Ka'am said direct, standing inches away from Quaritch who looked right back at him. "I know you remember me." Quaritch said almost confident but he was careful in his own dominant way. "You have changed" Ka'am said right afterwards, glaring as it didnt make sense yet. "So have you" Quaritch said almost cocky but serious, before Ka'am took the man's wrist rather direct, which made Quaritch a bit more forward in behavior by grabbing the other arm that Ka'am had. glaring as he was about to hit him somehow, though he watched Ka'am's behavior closely.. Seeing how Ka'am felt the man's heartbeat in the wrist, which was surprisingly a little high.. But secure, steady... And very strong.. Sensing he wasnt an avatar, he could just tell from that.

It made Ka'am's expression from dangerous to wandering. He watched the man's wrist before turning to him.. Glaring, but wanting to know.. "How can you be navi. you died". Quaritch watched the man, pulling his wrist back for he wasnt sure what to say as he hissed while pulling his own wrist back. How did the man figure it out. He could just sense ka'am wanted to know. The voice that came from the navi was for some reason peeking his interest more than he expected. Despite he had met ka'am before.. he had never heard his voice yet, and it was only getting worse from here. ""It seems we might've started on the wrong foot. I know you had the intention to kill me, perhaps I always have done the same to your kind. We can do it differently, but not just for nothing" Quaritch said as Ka'am stepped back just a little, trying to figure what Quaritch was.. His curiosity hadnt been this bad in ages, which made him handle differently. "I have a feeling.. You have one of ours." Quaritch said trickily.. Seeing Ka'am looked up and down at him again.. Actually for once answering Quaritch. "We have him.. But he seems to have a very close bond with one of mine.." Ka'am started to say, making Quaritch now slowly dare to approach the dangerous navi for he tilted his head at what he heard.. "As if they met before. My question is.. How" Ka'am said as his ears twitched as he felt bothered.. But surprisingly, it seemed Quaritch was too. But as he heard Quaritch come closer.. The man breathed out.

"just like you." Ka'am ended up saying, looking directly at Quaritch.. But his glance had changed, there was a mere curiosity but it was almost as if he personally had to punish himself for becoming more eager to know this man.. Figure him out. Wanting to know, due reasons he couldnt explain himself yet. The colonel noticed the change in sight.. Making him curious himself, also to what he just heard and decide to make use of it.. also so he could have a more steady, closer look on the navi... "How are you possible... What are you" Ka'am eventually said, glaring at Quaritch who eventually stood close.

"You really want to know.. I can tell you.. But only if you bring him back.. After we both found out how they got to know one another" Quaritch decided to go for a daring decision.. knowing he took the risk to follow this navi into the deep forest, on his own without backup.. but something told him this dominant leader, like himself.. Was peeked in someway, making it a safe bet for now, as his own curiosity was pulling at him unlike anything else.. All he received was a glare from Ka'am.. "I dont do deals.." He said angry.. Making Quaritch look with a tilted head. "Then I suppose you will not hear more of me or my kind" He said trickily, seeing the man hissed as Quaritch almost felt the need to hiss back. They both wanted something... and not just for nothing, as their dominant behavior was fighting to have met their own reflection.. Quaritch recognized this one detail precisely. He was a man that normally would never delve into making deals either.. It was almost uncanny of how alike they were.. For Quaritch never expected to meet someone.. So much on his level, especially Ka'am was struggling with it. He was SO curious about everything, yet felt like it was a curse.. But as the two kept glaring at each other.. Ka'am hissed lightly before turning away from the man, calling his thanator.. which made Quaritch realize the man's curiosity about him, decide on going in on the deal... Making him smirk once before watching every move the navi made.. as so did Ka'am.. It was going to be quite the journey with the two, starting now.

TO BE CONTINUED

[dandelionpixels]

Hi!! I just saw your blog abt making x reader hcs? And i would reaaaally really love one! I had a bad night last night, so i'm shooting my shot ( ˃̣̣̣̣̣̣o˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ) I'm like hugging my Iron Man plushie as i'm typing this haha. One of my comfort characters is Bucky Barnes from Marvel and i'd love to request an romantic hc with him! i really really like him as well as the actor who plays him (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ ♡

a small info about me,,,

well considering my bad night last night, i'm just a tad bit sensitive? i got upset last night for certain reasons and told basically the air that "im not a bad person. i don't get why im treated this way."

i have trouble sleeping, i get nightmares when i sleep early or at a normal time and wake up in the middle of the night. i had one nightmare that was the scariest and got so scared i had to wake my older sister up then cried.

i like cute things! i love, love, love plushies. i'm 18 but i often get insecure bc i feel like im not the same as ppl my age? like i do babytalk with my family, even my two older sisters bf know (im the youngest in our family and they're basically family anyways since they saw me growing up) but normally im just a softspoken person. there was one time i was upset and my sister was in a call with her ldr boyfriend and told my sister that it was his first time hearing me without baby talk.

i get jealous? like im not when i see someone like my crush or something i get all war freak and all 'back away! he's mine!', im more of a silent one? like i get sulky and stuff. when im upset im just silent which you'd immediately know bc im usually all fun and outgoing.

idk why and what energy i radiate to people but i find almost everyone of them 'babying' me. or like has a soft spot for me? last year around October when i had to meet up with my teacher and classmates for our grad pic, i was told to remove my socks bc it was colorful. my teacher then said i was their baby in the class.

i like to drink milk and i like sweets ! i like to do my hair a lot too, and! i like big clothes. mostly jackets or hoodies. which if i get a bf id wear his.

last thing is i don't really like physical touch? bc of trauma. but i know if i get a bf someday and be comfy w him id get clingy and such. id basically glue to their side and cuddle with them and all. id also love some petnames, ppl call me petnames and that's something i actually love too. (ღ•͈ᴗ•͈ღ)

im sorry if some of it was tmi, but that's some info abt me!! thank you in advanced for reading this and for doing this! it means a lot. (╥﹏╥) have a good day!! < 333

omg okay first off you sound AWESOME!!! im so sorry you had a bad night!! i tried to get this one out as quickly as possible, i hope it’s what you’re looking for!! feel better!! <33

- i wanna start with the hoodie thing. bucky definitely loves when you steal his jackets and hoodies and stuff. he thinks you look so cute and honestly hes so embarrassed bc he’ll full on blush just seeing you

- i feel like even before you guys were together he’d sleep on your couch, just in case you had a nightmare or couldnt sleep. like you’d wake up suddenly and within two seconds he’s knocking gently at your door going “hey, are you alright?”

- he definitely understands feeling like the world is treating you poorly, even though you’re really a good person. and anytime you feel like talking about it he’s always such a good listener. like genuinely entirely focused on you bc hes so honored that you trust him

- also omg he likes that you get jealous. not in a creepy way but bc its still so crazy to him that someone actually loves him. so like you guys are lounging around on the couch together and he gets a call from some lady he met at the store right? you stop whatever you’re doing and kinda sulk where you’re sitting next to him. he notices it immediately and without missing a beat, puts his free arm around your shoulder and kisses you on the cheek

- he loves the way you talk. like genuinely he’s so glad you feel comfortable with him and he thinks its so sweet

- sometimes he goes to the store and comes back with barely anything he actually needs and instead he’s got a bag full of various sugar-y stuff because he thought it’d make you smile

- he always tries to let you initiate physical touch first, just to make sure you’re never uncomfy :)

- i also feel like you guys absolutely have lots of movie night dates... with snacks and pillow forts and the huge wolf plushie he bought you for valentines day

- he obviously knows how to braid and stuff from his long hair days, so he def loves when you let him help with your hair!!

- omg last thing sorry! sometimes you’ll fall asleep on him and he’ll just stay there for hours, because hes happy you’re not having a nightmare and he thinks you’re so cute when you’re asleep

[buckyjamess-archive]

𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter seventeen • a/n: thank the sudden burst of inspiration for these chapters coming out so fast. Feedback is appreciated! • wordcount: 1.5k+ • warnings: kids, parenthood, nothing more?

summary

going through  rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

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"I'm running a little late today, so I won't be home in time but I asked Steve to be there to open up–" a heavy sigh "for the love of god, try to be nice buck, that's all I'm asking, okay? Also, can you let me know if you're staying for dinner so I can pick up something extra on my way back– thank you. Okay..bye, love you." 

love you. Bucky never expected to keep hearing those words falling from your lips but he does– after every call, every voicemail, every goodbye and see you soon. It makes him smile yet he doesn't deserve those two words. 

you had assured him that morning after that you would always love him no matter what; that he's still the father of yet another gift in your life. The best months of your life after a shit show of years prior– you'd always love Bucky even if he broke your heart in a million pieces, he seemed to be the only one to put it back together..or steve. Steve did a pretty good job of glueing shattered parts of your heart back together.

It angered bucky. Coincidentally; Steve rogers marriage came to an end not two weeks after you'd moved into your own little place with the kids and for a split second Bucky had wondered if nothing ever happened between you and Steve during the time he suspected something. But he believed you. Nothing had happened, never and though Bucky still had to get used to Steve being around more and more each day, he knew he could trust the blonde. 

You seem happy with Steve and unlike you and him, things between Steve went slow, taking time. No moving in three weeks after or by each other's side everyday and you certainly didn't let the man straight into Rosie and JJ's life.

A break..of sorts and maybe he'd gotten his hopes up and believed it actually could get better with time; get back together and be that little family again but as time passed by, it became all too clear– you really didn't plan on getting with him again and Bucky couldn't even blame you.

But you still let him into your life, let him be a part of your life. A part of Rosie's life..of JJ. You let Rosie stay with him whenever she wanted to, let her stay the night or a couple of days until the girl wanted to get back home again. Got to see his son nearly everyday and have him all weekends. 'I'd never take away your kids, buck'

Invitations to stay for dinner or spend the evening or to tag along with one of your day outs– all too eager to spend all the time he could with what once was his family,  even if it meant spending time with Steve.

You still took care of bucky, you still loved bucky because the man who broke your heart made you believe in love again, pulled you out of your shell after years of wanting to be alone. Took care of you during your darkest days, stayed by your side when you needed him the most. Gave Rosie a father figure she never had the opportunity to get, gave you another little soul to take care of. Bucky Barnes stole, bruised and broke your heart and till this day manages to glue it back together. 

It took you a while to forgive him, you're still not sure if you actually have. With the loan you got from your new part time job at the store around the corner, you managed to get yourself a small two bedroom apartment not too far away from bucky– following most classes from your new study online and still being able to be there for your babies; if you were being honest, life was good. 

The family wilson being back in your life being the icing on the cake. Sam being to eager to apologise for everything he'd said and done although 'I told you so'– first flight to Brooklyn and before you knew it the family stood in your apartment, unpacked boxes and painted rooms as if their lives depended on it; be there for you like they were after riley– family. Hailey even spent the better part of her summer in Brooklyn by your side to catch up while in all honesty, she got tired of her dad and needed some time alone.

Life was surprisingly good after everything.

"Dad?" 

Snapping out of his daydream, Bucky looks up and meets the eyes of the little girl in the rear view mirror. The braid bucky had managed to braid that morning an untangled mess, hanging from her shoulder. Left overs of a chocolate cookie still visible on the corner of her mouth. Yellow shirt covered in dirt, paint and what else she'd been playing in and with at school.

Bucky hums and types a quick text to you, telling you he'd stay over for dinner "What's up?" 

"Can alpine come with me sometime?" Rosie asks seriously, a hint of hope in her voice. 

"I wish he could sweetheart but mom's not allowed to have any pets," Bucky chuckles "He misses mommy, right?" 

"I don't know, he can't talk silly." 

"Really then why does alpine talk to me every night?" Bucky quips back "he tells me how you steal the last cookies from the cookie jar." 

"That was JJ– when are mommy, me and JJ coming back home, I want my own bedroom again." 

Bucky clears his throat and quickly gazes to the little boy fast asleep in his carpet on the backseat and back to Rosie, Bucky swallows the lump in his throat. 

You tried to explain it all but the 4 year old never seemed to be able to understand any of it; the two times Christmas, two birthdays not working.

"I don't know princess," Bucky admits "whenever mommy is ready." 

which is never

Heavy footsteps echo against the grey stone walls of the short hallway,  doors with small white numbers glued onto the wood– Steve isn't much taller or shorter, maybe a bit broader but nothing to be afraid of and yet bucky finds himself tiny next to the man, intimidated to say the least- black leather jacket over a simple grey shirt clung around his biceps, long legs...intimidating but with the softest facial features, christ bucky didn't have any reason to feel this way around someone You deemed important. 

If anything, Steve was as awkward as him.

Twirling around the hallway, her pink and purple colored bag bouncing up and down her back and her messy braid flying through the air, Rosie stills at the sight of the men walking their way 

"You're late." 

"I know, kid," Steve chuckles lowly "tried to be faster." 

"Well, you should be faster next time." Rosie simply states. 

Steve nods his head towards bucky with a slight smile which bucky returns and without another word, Steve twirls the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door with the faint 9 on it. 

Rosie storms in, nearly tripping over her own feet as she pulls her backpack off and throws it in the corner with all other shoes, bags and umbrellas. 

The man nods again as Bucky pushes the stroller with JJ through the door. The familiar smell of you lingering in the air and fills his nostrils. He ignores the footsteps behind him. Bucky pushes his son further into the kitchen where he picks JJ out and sets the little man on the floor. Bucky's not even able to say another word, his son zooming off on all fours, going straight to the box filled with toys near the couch in the living room. 

"I was told to hand you the keys." Bucky's eyes shoot up to Steve, your keys dangling between his thumb and index finger– Steve clears his throat. 

Casually folding the stroller back before standing up straight, bucky nods and holds his hand out. 

Your keys, not Steve's. Great, he's not at that base yet.

"y/n asked if you wanted to bathe the kids," Steve clears his throat once again and shifts his weight from one foot to the other "so she can start with dinner when she's back." 

"Yeah, sure." Bucky mumbles almost inaudibly, calm and collected, through his stomach drops as Steve nods and strides his way to your bedroom and comes back out with a black overnight bag hanging from his shoulder; rogers printed on the fabric. 

so, he's at that base already

"So, yeah– I should head back out. Work and all." Steve breathes out a laugh. 

Placing both hands on his sides, Steve looks back to the living room where Rosie and JJ crawled and played around the coffee table. 

"Bye rosie," Steve waves awkwardly and with no answer back, he looks back at bucky with a slight smile and nervous chuckle "kids, right." 

"Yeah," Bucky deadpans, not batting an eye at the men in front of him "kids." 

Bucky doesn't have the right to feel jealous, he screwed things up and not you but he still loves you with all his heart and he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to gain back your trust and maybe even woo you back in his life– Steve stands in the way of just that.

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This was born out a convo with @pixia a while ago, so Im posting it here too. Oh, and that "kiss" in Civil War...just no.

Life without Steve Rogers being the heart of the Avengers was proving as difficult as the absence of Tony as the face of the Avengers, and Nat. Nat was the glue that held them in place and always seemed to bring them together.

Sharon Carter had stepped into their fractured world, hoping to help them find a balance, regain their footing as the world would now be focusing on the newly titled Captain America, and if he would live up to the name, or would it still be the Falcon who would answer the call to danger.

Then there was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, or as she became acquainted with him as the Winter Soldier. She still bore the scar from when she faced him in his negatively enhanced state, finding herself bearing a deep gash from the table her back broke when she was thrown against it. Despite the visible evidence of their prior altercation in Germany, she had since become thoroughly educated on all that Bucky had suffered and been forced to perform in the name of Hydra. It was hard to hold onto a justified mad in the face of the man before her now. The man who looked as if the weight he carried on his shoulders had gone the way of the snap. He now wore a mildly amused smile as Sam tried to explain why Star Wars was superior to any Sci fi franchise out there.

Sam had taken it upon himself to broaden Bucky's pop culture knowledge so they could have conversations about more than Steve and cats. He's really has to get Bucky off YouTube.

As Sam starts in on the merits of Return of the Jedi, Bucky who was half listening, kept glancing over as Sharon tapped on her laptop, occasionally interjecting with her thoughts on Sam's musings. Every now and then she'd look over the top of her computer, seeing Bucky on the verge of saying something.

"Yes James, can I help you?"

Bucky startled, "Um, yeah?"

Demure smile on her lips, "Go ahead. What is it?"

Bucky runs his hand over his now much shorter hair, smoothing his fingers over his chin. "Remember in Germany, we", motioning between he and Sam, "we were in the car, and you and Steve were, were um..."

"What he means to say is K-I-S-S-I-N-G" Sam laughs.

Bucky rolls his eyes. He knows the Steve/Peggy history, so once he discovered who Sharon was, his curiosity grew. So much. He blurts out "What were you thinking? First of all, he's old as dirt!"

Sam coughs "Hypocritical much?"

"Hey!" says Bucky. "Shut up, I look great for my age!"

Sam snorts. "You keep telling yourself that."

Sharon shakes her head, "Hey, remember he was my neighbor and I checked him out on more than one occasion."

Bucky looking horrified, "Eww, no! No, no, no! That's more than I ever needed know! Ever."

Sam, because how can he not ask, "So did you enjoy kissing a senior citizen?"

Sharon smiles knowingly..."I guess it is a bit confusing."

Bucky eyes wide, "Confusing? I'm scarred for life now, and I've seen some things!"

"Look, it was a stressful time. Wasn't sure what was going to happen. I got to kiss my crush. Later I thought about it. Yeah, it's all just too weird. I'm glad it wasn't more that. I didn't want to dishonor the memory of my aunt. I still can't believe he went back." Looking at Bucky, "He fought so hard for you. Countries, Friends. I've tried to make sense of it. But he's Steve. I guess when he's single minded about something.."

Bucky sighs, "Yeah." It's quiet for a moment.

"But seriously, he's old enough to be your grandpa. Grandpa Steve mackin down on the ladies." Sam looks at Sharon expectantly. He fails to see the apple Bucky has surreptitiously thrown at his head.