#tagging this cause… idk I’m feeling risky today

[invece-sto-sdraiato]

Woah good morning to all 83 of you!! (It is 10:00 pm here)

If you understood what I meant, I’m deeply sorry that you were in JO twitter last year (in THAT specific time frame, iykwim)

If you didn’t, then you my friend, are certainly very lucky! How does it feel to have been in an undramatic side of the Joker Out fandom?

[rebelwrites]

I Didn’t See It Coming

Charles Leclerc x Gasly Twin Reader

Charles Leclerc Masterlist

Summary: Being brothers with Pierre was hard enough with everyone comparing your success to his but keeping the fact you were dating his best friend a secret from him was harder than you ever imagined.

Warnings: none

A/N Rebel still hasn’t watched the race and don’t know if o can bring myself to now, I don’t want to see a heartbroken Charles. So instead have some fluff Leclerc / Gasly fluff I think we all need it today ❤️

Requested by anon: Hellooo can you write something with reader being bestfriends with a driver or relative of a driver and dating charles? Maybe she is not a driver and everybody knows her from the drivers life she is close with and then suprizee she is dating charles?? Idk i watched too many quarantine twich videos of the grid now i wanna live with all of them 🥲😂😂

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

“Où penses-tu aller? Where do you think you're going?.” Pierre asked tilting his head backwards so it was leaning against the back of the sofa.

“Merde. Fuck.” You hissed, pinching the bridge of your nose, you thought you’d manage to sneak out without him realising, looking down at your outfit you cursed yourself for not suggesting to Charles you would get ready at his place. “Just out with the girls.”

“Looking very fancy.” He hummed, raising his brow at you.

“Can’t a girl look nice when going out?” You questioned, rolling your eyes at your brother. “Now I’m going to be late so I will see you later, assface.” Before he couldn’t say anything you swiped your keys off the small table by the door. “Don’t bother waiting up.” You shouted over your shoulder as you let the door slam behind you.

Your heart was racing as you walked down the corridor of the apartment building, things were getting harder and harder to hide from your brother. Normally you wouldn’t bother hiding your relationship from him but you were dating his best friend and you didn’t know how he would react.

So you kept it hidden from the world.

Every chance you got you and Charles would have stolen kisses, quick embraces and just sweet moments but things were getting harder with each race.

Just like tonight was risky, you had told Charles that you didn’t need anything fancy but he insisted that it was time that he took you on a proper date. He even went to the point of booking the whole restaurant out to try and minimize the chance of getting caught.

As you walked out of the apartment building you spotted the matte black Ferrari parked across the street, the sight of Charles leaning against the bonnet made your heart lurch. Charles had completely flipped your world upside down but you wouldn’t change anything for the world. He treated you like a Queen, always made sure you were happy and had everything you could want. He was the perfect boyfriend.

“You look breathtaking.” He breathed, taking your hands in his as he pulled you close to him. “Red is really your colour.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You giggled, resting your hand on his cheek, letting yourself get lost in his eyes.

The pair of you stood like that for a little while before he helped you into the car, you felt like a teenager again, sneaking around making sure you didn’t get caught.

“Let’s see where this night takes us.” He grinned, planting his hand on your thigh as he pulled off from the curbside, driving with one hand. “And tonight you are staying with me, no ifs or buts.”

-

The sun creeping into the room caused you to stir from your slumber, the feeling of Charles’ arm wrapped securely around your waist brought a smile to your face. This was your favourite time of day, when you woke up in his arms.

There was always a sense of security with him, nothing felt forced, like it was meant to be.

You found yourself gently running your fingers across his skin, starting from his elbow moving down to his wrist, fiddling with his bracelets.

The sound of his alarm echoing around the room caused him to groan against the back of your neck, neither of you ever wanted the mornings to end but unfortunately it had to.

“Morning,” you hummed, playing with his fingers.

“Morning, Babygirl.” He whispered against your skin before pressing soft kisses along your shoulder. “Je ne veux pas quitter ce lit. I don't want to leave this bed.”

“J'ai peur que nous n'ayons pas le choix. A moins que vous ne vouliez que Pierre ou Carlos nous tombent dessus pour avoir manqué les essais libres. I'm afraid we have no choice. Unless you want Pierre or Carlos to come down on us for missing free practice.” You whispered, rolling onto your back, resting your hand on his bare chest.

“I guess you are right.” He sighed.

“I’m always right.” You chuckled, “one day we won’t have to sneak around, I promise.” You said, keeping your voice low. You felt slightly guilty for making him keep the relationship secret, but you were already under so much pressure from your parents comparing your success to your twin.

“You know I understand why you want to keep things on the down low.” Charles hummed, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. “Nothing changes how I feel about you.”

-

Nothing could wipe the smile off your face as you stood in the back of the Alpha Tauri garage, your arms folded against your chest, watching as everyone buzzed around the area making sure everything was ready for the first practice session.

“Je pense que vous avez besoin de ça. Think you need this.” Pierre said, appearing with a fresh coffee, holding it out to you.

“Cheers bro.” You nodded, thankfully taking the mug off him.

“Did you even sleep last night? Tu ressembles à de la merde. You look like shit.” He laughed, wrapping his arm around you.

“I slept, but didn’t get much to be honest.” You shrugged, a smirk forming on your face as you let your mind drift back to last night.

“I assume that answers my next question,” he said, raising his brow at you before tugging on the neck of Charles’ hoodie revealing the hickey that was forming on your skin. “So who was the unlucky guy then?”

“Personne que vous connaissez. No one you know.” You shrugged, lying to his face causing a guilty feel to settle deep in your stomach. You and Pierre had always been close, especially because you were twins. So this felt like a huge betrayal.

Staring out onto the pit Lane you saw Charles walk into the garage with a huge smile plastered on his face. The moment you locked eyes you felt your skin heat up, you needed to get out of this confined space before you did something stupid.

“I’m going to go for a wander.” You hummed, wiggling out of Pierre’s grip and nodding at Charles before you made a swift exit.

As soon as you got out of the garage you felt like you could finally breathe again. It wasn’t long before Carlos spotted you making a dash towards you.

“Sup,” you grinned as he pulled you into a hug.

“You keeping out of trouble?” He chuckled, pulling away from the hug.

“Always.” You winked, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Now that I don’t believe.” He hummed, raising a brow at you. “Who’s hoodie is that?” He asked, tugging at the garment.

Shaking your head at the Spaniard, rolling your eyes at him. “Why does everyone want to poke their way into my love life?” You asked, pulling the material of your hoodie over your face you inhaled Charles aftershave letting it calm you. “It’s just a hoodie. I like buying from the mens section okay.”

“Hmmm,” Carlos smirked, raising his brow at you again. “I’m pretty sure I saw Charles wearing the exact same hoodie the other day after Quali.”

“Must have brought it from the same shop.” You shrugged, wishing everyone would stop asking your questions. “I best make sure Pierre and Char aren’t burning down the garage.”

You quickly excused yourself from Carlos’ presence, heading back to the Alpha Tauri garage.

As you got close you saw the flash of red amongst the white and blue. Mentally you cursed yourself for wearing Charles hoodie not thinking anyone would work out it was his. Running your hand over your face you sulked back into the garage earning a questioning look from your twin brother.

“Ne commencez pas. Do not start.” You scolded, walking past him towards his driver's room hoping to get a bit of peace.

“What’s wrong with her?” Pierre asked his best friend.

“No idea.” Charles shrugged, letting his eyes drift to the large clock on the wall. He still had time to see what was wrong. “I will go speak to her, she might actually speak to me.”

Charles fist bumped Pierre before he disappeared.

He earned a few questioning looks as he walked through the Alpha Tauri area but he didn’t care, something was off with you this morning and he wanted to find out what was going on.

He knew you would be in Pierre’s room so he lightly knocked on the door before letting himself in. The sight of you sitting on the sofa with your head in his hands made his heart ache.

“Parle-moi, chéri. Talk to me, darling.” He asked, crouching down, placing his hands on your knees.

“Ça devient si difficile, Char. It's getting so difficult, Char.” You mumbled as tears started to cloud your vision. “I feel horrible for lying to Pierre, we’ve been together for nearly a year now but he is going to catch us out soon.”

“I’ve always said it’s your call on when we tell him.” Charles whispered, brushing his thumb against your jeans. “If you want to come clean then we will do it together.”

“He was asking questions this morning and I think Carlos is on to us.” You said, looking up at Charles.

“I need to be honest with you Babygirl,” Charles chuckled, taking your hand in his. “Carlos knows.”

“What?” You gasped, feeling your eyes go wide. “When?”

“He found out yesterday, he was bugging me non stop about going out for the night so I had to come clean.” Charles said softly. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine,” you nodded, taking a deep breath. “I think we need to tell Pierre.”

“Tell Pierre what?” Your brother's voice boomed through the small room.

Looking up you saw him frozen in place, his gaze flicking between you at Charles. The guilt you were feeling this morning was back but this time it was stronger.

“P,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “Je peux vous expliquer. I can explain.”

“For what? The fact that I’ve never seen you as happy as you have been over the last god knows how long? For the fact that you have always had a crush on Char?” He said, finally breaking out into a grin.

“So you aren’t mad?” You breathed, feeling your heart pounding against your chest waiting for his response.

“How could I be mad? I just wish you told me sooner, you little shit.” He chuckled, pulling you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I didn’t see this coming, that’s all. But looking back all the signs were there, you always arrive on track smelling of aftershave. Whenever he was around, your smile was brighter, you were more giggly.”

Pushing yourself off the sofa you walked over to your twin who was holding his arms out wide for you. Walking into his arms he engulfed you in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry for hiding this from you, for nearly a year now.” You whispered.

“A year.” He said, pulling away from you, cocking his brow. “That’s impressive, you're normally shit at keeping secrets.” He laughed before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

He pulled away from the hug walking over to Charles.

“Meilleur ami ou pas, si tu brises le coeur de ma soeur, je te brise le visage. Best friend or not, if you break my sister's heart, I'll break your face. ” He said, staring Charles out.

“Je n'en rêverais pas. I wouldn't dream of it.” Charles nodded as they did the hug that all guys did.

Finally you felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders as you didn’t have to hide anything from the two most important people in your life.

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[fullmetalscullyy]

never meant to change the fire in your eyes

idk what this is? it just came to me. i’ve been listening to this song since it was released and one of the lyrics stuck inside my mind. the lyric really reminded me of royai so after a year i’ve finally got something written down that goes with it. hope you enjoy <3

rated: t | words: 2020 | tags: kidnapping, rescue from kidnapping, hurt/comfort

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never meant to change

the fire in your eyes

“Lieutenant?” His call holds as much authority as he can muster. His eyes scan the room dangerously, daring another assailant to jump out on him. There would be no mercy for them if they did. Not after what they’d done to his team.

There’s a muffled cry to his left. Roy’s head whips around and immediately he starts forward. Rounding the boxes stacked haphazardly, he comes across what he’d been looking for.

Or who.

Lieutenant Hawkeye is bound with cuffs and a gag in her mouth. There’s a red mark on her cheek from a blow that sets his body alight and turns his vision red. However she is not hopeless. Her eyes burn with indignation and ire as she rattles her wrist and jerks them, trying to break free from the restraints behind her back.

Swiftly and with a quick transmutation circle Roy sets her free. Once the gag is removed she coughs and scoffs in disgust. It looks clean but Roy is not completely sure. The thought makes him angrier.

“Bastards,” Hawkeye curses under her breath.

Eyes down, she looks at her red wrists and rubs them to ease some pain. Roy follows her gaze, but notices there’s something off. Her movements are jerky and so is her breath. She won’t look him in the eyes despite the fury he’d seen in them before.

“Hey,” he coaxes gently. His gloved hands reach forward and settle gently atop both of hers.

She flinches and it makes Roy’s stomach drop. But she doesn’t stop rubbing.

“Hey, Hawkeye?”

She still doesn’t lift her eyes. She huffs and sighs heavily but it’s shaky. Her body shudders with it. It unsettles Roy, making him wonder what exactly these people had done to her in the few short hours he’d pursued his kidnapped Lieutenant.

“Riza.”

This garners her attention. Her head jerks up and while her lips are pressed into a thin line her eyes are close to owlish and almost fearful. The fire is gone, fizzled out for the moment, now that she knows she’s safe and in good company.

Slowly Roy shifts his weight forward and grasps her chin with care. He’s pleased to notice Hawkeye lets him. She watches him silently, eyes begging for something, but Roy doesn’t know what.

“You’re all right,” he promises. “I’ve got you.”

Her head nods, a tiny movement, before another long sigh leaves her. Hawkeye’s eyes flutter closed and her body tips forward. Roy doesn’t care for propriety as he wraps his arms securely around her. It looks like she could use the support and he’s more than happy to provide it. With her face pressed into his jacket Roy works out the kinks in her hair, running his hands through it. Her clip has disappeared, and it leaves him crestfallen to notice that. It had been a gift. To calm himself and ward off thoughts of revenge against those who had left his dear Lieutenant so shaken, Roy tries to remember where he’d bought the hairpiece last time and wonders where he’d possibly be able to buy her a new one.

Hawkeye pulls away, now composed. Without a word he helps her to her feet. He had no idea how she was faring but getting to her feet seemed promising. However, with past experience, he remembers how she’s one to shoulder and bury everything to get through, leaving it to deal with once she’s alone. For her sake, Roy hopes it is the former, that she is finally calm and ready, and not the latter. Regardless, he’d be right beside her to help. The question was whether she’d let him.

His hand gently grips her elbow, and he holds out his other hand for her to take. She can refuse if she wants to, but he still wanted to offer.

Her fingers slide in between his. A comforting weight. Roy gives them a squeeze as they begin to walk.

“Let’s get out of here,” he offers.

“Home?”

Roy’s lips purse. He wants her to see a doctor, but he knows he cannot force her.

“Wherever you’d like to go,” he replies.

Hawkeye nods and confirms that she’d just like to go home. The team is outside the building standing guard and waiting on an ambulance arriving. Roy had ordered it, just in case. Thankfully, it may not need to be used, however still he hopes it will appear in time for them exiting. Hawkeye may not like it, but she wouldn’t fight if the medics rushed to check her over.

They take the metal steps to the ground floor slowly. He holds on tight and remains as close as he can for support. They’re silent as they move but once they’re halfway down, Hawkeye speaks and breaks the silence between them.

“You’re not even supposed to be here,” she scolds him quietly, but her knees shake and her body falters. Instinctively his hold tightens to catch her as she falls but once Roy realises the gravity of such a reaction his fingers grip onto her even tighter.

“You okay –?”

“Fine.”

Her reply is curt, and Roy thinks her bravado will be her downfall. Unhappy, he sighs quietly but lets it go for now. There’s no point arguing when she’s as shaken as she is. It’s barely noticeable. She hides it well. However the way her hands tremble gives her away immediately to him.

“Don’t ask me not to interfere when I know your life is in danger,” he replies to her reprimand.

As they take their time to walk down the steps she glances over at him out the side of her eye.

“After finding out what they’re after, the whole point was to keep your involvement hidden –”

“Again,” he interrupts, holding onto her tighter, “do not ask me to sit back and dismiss you and your welfare.” He turns his head to look at her, directly into her eyes. “I could never do such a thing.”

In an action that is so like her, Hawkeye sighs and shakes her head. She’s always looking out for him and his image, putting herself second. It irks him. That should never be the case. It’s in her character, burrowed deep into the marrow of her bones, especially after her actions in Ishval. It shouldn’t be, but it is.

Roy hates it.

“You watch my back,” he murmurs quietly, tipping his head so he’s almost speaking into her hair, “and I watch yours.”

He’s daring but he doesn’t care. Ever so gently, Roy presses a kiss against the side of her head. He needs to do it as much as she needs to hear it.

“I keep you safe,” she counters. Her argumentative tone has disappeared and in its place is one that’s softer. “So you can go on. For us both.”

“I cannot go on without you, Riza.”

It’s a risky declaration, but he’s in the mood for it. After discovering she was kidnapped for possibly having ties with flame alchemy, all bets were off. The men were looking for anything to go on, and who better to “ask” than the adjutant and close confidant of the Flame Alchemist himself?

He will accept the responsibility for this and shoulder the guilt, swallowing it deep inside of him with the rest. Because she didn’t deserve this. It had left her completely unsettled – which caused Roy’s anxiety and alarm to skyrocket – and seeing the result of it makes him feel even worse.

“I’m sorry if all of this was a reminder of –”

“It wasn’t.”

She fights him, again. His frustration swells inside his chest, but he lets it go once more. He’s too relieved that she’s all right to muster any kind of fight against her.

“Did they ask or find anything?”

Hawkeye lifts an eyebrow in derision. “As if I would give anything away, sir.”

“I –” Roy swallows his shame and embarrassment. “I know,” he quickly reassures. “I didn’t mean to –” He huffs to himself. “I’m sorry, that’s not how I intended that to come across. Did they…” He struggles to find the right words. “Did they do anything?”

His breath is held tightly inside his lungs. He cannot let it free until he knows the answer. His exhale would either be fraught with fury or relief.

Understanding his question, Hawkeye shakes her head.

His exhale leaves him in a rush.

“Nothing,” she replies. “Nothing apart from a grilling about the alchemy and restraining me.”

His muscles tense because how dare they tie her up like they did.

“I’m sorry it happened to you,” he mumbles as they descend the last step, “it shouldn’t have.”

In response, Hawkeye is silent because what can she reply? Roy expects none but he needed to voice his thoughts.

It’s a loaded apology, both for the events that had transpired today and those that had occurred when she was a child. That damned tattoo on her back had been a burden from the start, but now it still had the potential to cause problems. Even after the agonising steps they’d taken together to hide and destroy it.

Roy’s eyes flutter closed briefly, cursing Berthold Hawkeye for his lack of forethought and desperation to preserve his work.

“They reminded me of him,” she whispers in admittance.

Her father.

She inhales, long and deep. “There was that same madness, that same look in their eyes…” She shudders and his heart breaks.

“I’m sorry.”

Despite the assurances he knew would be coming, Roy still feels miserable because of her revelation. Regardless of whether the tattoo was a choice or forced upon her, it had affected her life completely. It had been put in place so her father could pass his work onto someone she trusted. Berthold probably knew it would be going to Roy because there was no one else in her life.

He could have just told him, Roy thinks angrily. It hurts to think about. She’d been used as a pawn in someone else’s game for his sake.

Roy has always thought Hawkeye should be somewhere where she could be happy, far away from him and the destructive events that cling to and follow him like a poisonous fog. He can’t help but mourn the life she could have had. The life she deserves. There should be a million miles between them, a distance where Roy and his reputation can’t hurt her.

“I’m okay,” she reassures, but Roy is stuck inside his head. He cannot help but doubt her.

“Roy?”

“I’ve caused you nothing but bother again,” he breathes. “I never meant for my actions and desires to drag you down with me. Ever.”

“That’s not your responsibility,” she shakes her head. “It’s my choice to follow you and I do it more than willingly.”

“But this is my responsibility.” His voice is hoarse as he looks down at the ground in shame and sorrow.

“Never.”

The simplicity of the word drags him from the confines of his mind. He risks a glance at her, afraid of what he’ll see. But her expression is open and patient. There’s an understanding there because they are so alike after all they’ve gone through. Both too stubborn and both hypocrites. They preach the other should not blame themselves, and they shoulder the world for them instead. They cannot and refuse to follow their own advice.

“I’m okay,” she stresses.

Roy’s grip tightens on her, subconsciously holding her closer. “Are you sure?”

Hawkeye nods. “It’s all in the past. It’s all been dealt with. It was just a momentary shock.” Her eyes look into his. “I’m fine now,” she promises. “You found me,” she adds, as if that were the only solution she required to make her feel better.

A shuddering breath leaves him.

“I always will,” he vows.

A soft sigh passes by her lips. Ever so slightly, she leans into him. He removes the hand from her elbow and wraps it around her back instead to pull her close to his side. With him supporting her they walk out into the bright sunshine, seeing the medics already running across.

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Only For A Moment Ch. 44

Master: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: For most of your life you’d been able to keep your abilities a secret, that is until Hydra got wind of you. After years of being in their clutches, you break out when The Avengers expose SHIELD/Hydra. Since then, you’ve been on the run. Things are going as well as you could hope when you see a familiar face… Could the Winter Soldier really be in Bucharest too?

Warnings: Non-violent character death, feels

A/N: Who doesn’t want to peek into Bucky’s journals? I know I do--especially after the reader gave him fresh ones for Christmas 😘

Thanks to @wonderlandmind4​ for convincing me that this wasn’t a stupid idea. 

Tags are open!

Bucky’s Journal - Love

For once I can’t sleep and it’s not because of something horrible. I’m just happy. 

It’s been a year since she slept in my bed that first night and never left. A whole year. 

Never thought this could happen, didn’t even think about love or happiness when I decided to keep living—to fight back. Too hard to think about those kinds of things because they seemed so impossible. But here she is, still in my bed, sound asleep and happy. Or at least I hope she’s happy. I think she is. 

This morning I made her breakfast, like the first morning we spent together. Y/N hadn’t realized the day, didn’t expect her to. I wrote in another journal the date so I’d remember (like I do everything haha). She had that smile on her face that scrunches her eyes, and her hair was all over the place from sleep. She was radiant--she’d roll her eyes if she knew I wrote that. It’s true though. 

I suspected it for a long while but now I think I really know that I’ve never felt this way for someone before. Sure there were dames I liked, I remember some of ‘em. Good women, a few I even wondered about marrying--wouldda made Ma happy to see that. But none of ‘em came close to Y/N. Maybe it’s everything we’ve been through but I just don’t think it’s only that. There’s a spark in her. She’s different. 

And goddamn she’s mine.

Bucky’s Journal - Present

Mr. G has been on the up and up. Says the fall always makes him feel like a new man even if it makes his bones ache. Wonder if I’ll ever be an old man with achy bones. 

Y/N watched the shop and he and I went for a stroll in the park close by. He had his little motorized scooter, even though he hates the thing said he’d feel bad not using it after his daughter got it for him. 

Told me in his old age he’s realized something he wished he knew when he was young, I’ll try to get it down just as he said it.

“Life is just a series of brief moments, happiness, joy, pain. We look at everything like a big portrait but it’s the moments that matter, in the end. We only have each thing for a moment. I wish I’d known that. I would have paid closer attention to the good moments and let the bad ones rest.”

He looked so tired after that, like the bad ones were winning out in the battle for his attention. I wanted to tell him I knew, understood what it was like to have so many bad ones that it’s hard to focus on the good but he thinks I’m young enough to be his grandson. Seems strange to say I understood. 

But he’s right. All these journals all this time spent just trying to catch even a fraction of a moment I’d forgotten. Piecing myself back together with them, bringing myself back to life with nothing but moments. I know how valuable they are, but the bad ones they matter too, can’t let them rest. 

Bucky’s Journal - Future

I wonder what our future could be. It’s hard to imagine too far ahead. Just not knowing what may be right around the next corner. It makes it hard. But she wanted me to think about the future when she gave me this. Maybe she meant just mine but there isn’t a future for me without her in it. 

I just wish I could get an idea of what that would look like?

If this was 1945 I know exactly what I’d want. I’d marry this woman in a heartbeat. Take her dancing, maybe at that real swell place in Harlem--bet that’s long gone. Go to the pictures with Steve and Peggy—they would have been good together if they had a chance. (Hope he’s found someone.) Maybe try to get us a brownstone, always wanted one. Fill it with a couple of babies. A little girl with all her momma’s moxie and those bouncy curls—a little girl with enough backbone to make her aunt Jo proud and me worried. 

But that doesn’t matter. Can’t have what doesn’t exist. 

When I think about the future now all I see is uncertainty. Only thing I know I want is her to be safe and happy—no matter what that means.. I’m thinking the first step is to move on from here. Been here too long, longer than I planned. I just don’t know how to tell her, don’t want her to feel like she’s losing another home. 

Bucky’s Journal - Love

I fell in love with her again today. Is that possible? 

She was baking (scones and biscuits, they’re some of the best things I’ve ever eaten I swear) wearing nothing but one of my tees—it had flower dusted on it but she didn’t care. Her headphones were in, listening to something she clearly liked a lot 'cause she was bouncing around the kitchen, curls spinning, body floating up from time to time, mouth moving to the lyrics, just smiling. That spark, my god it was just brighter than I’ve ever seen it. I think this must’ve been what she was like before—bold and confident and happy. 

I almost got up and grabbed her, wanted to kiss her so bad but I just couldn’t. My mouth was dry and my right palm felt sweaty. Felt like a nervous kid just gawking at her. So I just let the moment play on until she noticed me. Took a while thankfully, she was so caught up. 

When she kissed me she tasted like coffee and some of the dark chocolate chips she’d snuck while baking. She almost always tastes like coffee. Fuck, I love it. 

This is one of those good moments. There are so many with her. But the more I have the more I know that a million moments won’t be enough. 

Bucky’s Journal - Future

I finally told her.

Almost a year and a half in one place is too long. For now anyway. One day, hopefully, we can find a place to stay. To make a home. 

I laid out that the longer we stay the easier it is for someone to identify us—didn’t say I really just meant me. Even with her record I have no doubt there are more people sniffing for me than her.  

She’s reluctant to leave Mr. G. He’s back to his old self pretty much though. They have his condition stable and his kids are checking in more often. I haven’t met them, best to not, but she says they’re good people. Makes sense given who raised ‘em. 

Ultimately, though she said home was where I was, she didn’t care where we went. I don’t know how I became such a lucky bastard.

I’ll figure out where will be best, safest. Or safer anyway. 

Bucky’s Journal - Present

This woman. This incredible woman. 

I’m sure she’s sick of me by now but I can’t stop telling her how goddamn amazing she is. 

Yesterday we were heading back from the market and this piece of shit left arm just went ape shit. Couldn’t move it beyond weird twitching it was doin’ on its own and the pain. Fuck I thought I was gonna die, truly, thought it would stop my heart. Dropped everything I was carrying and doubled over. 

If she was panicked I never noticed. It’s kinda fuzzy but she got me behind a building away from people and used her gift to try to figure out what was happening. I know I didn’t make it easy judging by how torn up my shirt and hoodie were, must’ve clawed at them—done that in the past I remember, tried to claw the damn thing off. But she found something loose that seemed off, shoved her belt between my teeth for me to bite down on and fixed it. Just like that. 

Nearly passed out. Honestly not sure how she got me home exactly but when my head cleared she was wrapping my shoulder in hot towels—the muscles still hurt from the tension but would be worse if not for her. 

I don’t know what I did right to deserve this one. But I’m grateful. 

Y/N’s First Journal Entry

Bucky suggested I start this, said writing helps for the things you can’t find the words for. Maybe he’s right. I haven’t had a journal since I was 17. Keeping one when I was with mom was too risky and even after I didn’t want to write down things, it was like writing it made it real. And I just didn’t see the point.

Still feels like writing this down will make it too real. But I just can’t--I don’t want it to be real ya know? I can’t say this out loud either though ‘cuz if I do I think that’ll do me in, I’ll break and idk if I’ll get it back together. I can’t do that. I need to be solid for Mr. G for Buck too. 

He’s dying. Mr. Goldstein that is. Fuck. It just… I’m just tired of losing people. I know he’s lived a long full life but I’m selfish I’m not ready and I just. Can’t. 

This isn’t helping. 

Bucky’s Journal - Present

She begged me for more time. She didn’t have to. I feel bad that she thinks she did. Leaving now wouldn’t be right, not after everything Mr. G has done for us both. Wouldn’t even dream of it. 

She’s looking after the shop, I’ve been spending most days there too. Sure she thinks it’s just to be close to her which is nice but I think we both feel closer to him there. I try to avoid the hospital, don’t want too much face to face with his kids—too risky—but I’ve made it by a few times. He’s still him but he seems… smaller maybe? 

I feel guilty. Hearing about his kids from Y/N and just seeing him. Kinda glad I didn’t have to watch my own Ma and Pa go but that means the girls went through this without me and I — well I just never thought about it. Should have. 

New Years was last week. It wasn’t a happy one but we were together—sometimes that’s all we can hope for. 

Thought I knew what the future would be but now… just can’t tell. 

Y/N’s Journal

He’s gone. 

He knew it would be soon and asked Bucky and I to come by. He said he didn’t want us to be there at the end but wanted to remind us to take care of one another and that we’d made this last stretch a damn good one. Said this wasn’t goodbye, in fact he said he wouldn’t hear it. He’d see us later. 

He’ll never know. I hate that he’ll never know. Not who I really am not what he’s done for me for both of us all this time. I hate it. I hate that he’s not going to come in here today with a pretzel and coffee not gonna sit on his stool with Victor. Hate that he’s gone. 

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Other than my mouth just doesn’t want to work.

Feel like we’re both just stuck in our grief. Not withdrawing though. No. Just hard to put this into words. Out loud. 

I suppose I should be grateful, happy this sweet old man took two weird people in without question. Not a damn word when I went from looking like a boy to clearly presenting more as a woman. Never cared. Just cared that we were ok. 

I am grateful. 

I just wasn’t ready. 

His kids are closing the shop. Makes sense. They’ll take care of Victor too because we said we couldn’t. This is my last day in this shop. 

I’m so tired of losing people.

But I’ve got Bucky. He makes me wonder if there isn’t some kind of god out there, maybe trying to make up for shitting the bed by giving me him—giving us each other. I know he’s hurting too but he seems so unshakable. I’m lucky to get to love him. I just have to focus on that right now. We have a future to look forward to and a promise to keep to Mr. Goldstein—to take care of one another. 

That’s a promise I swear I will never break.

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[ravens-rambling]

Snow Day

A/N: Hhheeeyyyy heres some more of that merman au!! and yeesss its angsty i’m sorry about that!! I swear I can’t write or draw anything fluffy for this au for some reason XD but I might continue this??? Idk we’ll see!! Also sorry its short I wanted to make it longer but I didn’t have the time but I hope you enjoy!!

Continuation of this https://ravens-rambling.tumblr.com/post/180322931633/if-you-are-still-doing-the-prompt-thing-merman

Inspired by @sanderssidescelebrations holiday list

summary: It was a cold winter’s day when Virgil stumbles upon something that he has only seen in nightmares, his love suffering and hurt, the only one who has cared about him his entire life. The only one that has shown him love, was now hurting and he can’t do much about it. But his frantic mind thinks of something even though it may hurt the merman it’s the only thing he can think of. 

WC: 1,360

ships: Romantic Prinxiety 

warnings: crying, hypothermia, starving, panic, anxiety, 

Tag List: @punsterterry  @stormcrawler75 @frostedlover

(Au Tag List:) @vampy-personal @fandersxhale @shreckolas-cage @nasayeepo @royally-anxious @youre-lazy-and-youre-gay0-0 @mycatshuman @ishoulddyemyhairthatcolour @missblueberry5 @changeling-ash @shadowjag @vir-gull @beyondthestacks

Virgil’s pace quickened as he walked through the freezing snow, even though he had on two jackets, thick pants, mittens, and a beanie, he still was freezing. He could see his breath as he panted a bit. Normally he doesn’t mind the cold but this is ridiculous. It normally doesn’t get this cold where they are but for some reason this year there was a sudden cold spike that has lasted all week long.

He hurried along the snow lazily drifting past him as he panted. But as he arrived near the ocean he glanced over his shoulder smiling faintly at remembering the fish human-like creature he has met not that long ago.

As a matter of fact, he hasn’t seen him for quite some time not since winter has started in fact. Maybe his kind is sensitive to the cold… Well, whatever the case he hopes he sees him soon he has rather quite enjoyed his company despite the fact they can’t properly talk to each other…

He stopped and checked the time on his phone, digging it out of his thick sweater pocket, he still has a bit of time left maybe he could go visit their spot. Just to make himself feel more depressed and lonely why not right?

Slowly he made his way down the stairs leading to the ocean, taking extra care of where he stepped and how so he doesn’t slip on any ice or snow. Once he got down he made his way towards the cave there wasn’t a single trace of anybody down here, it’s properly too cold for any living soul to be here, Virgil thought.

He sighed deeply with a small smile as he entered the familiar cave remembering the times he would come here to visit the merman. And the time he first met him.

It was only a few months ago but it felt so much longer. At first, Virgil had been afraid of this merman but soon came to realize that he was just as afraid of him as he was to the fish. If not even more so. He became intrigued by this fish and had come almost every day to visit. Sure they couldn’t properly talk to each other but they still became fast friends… And maybe something more.

They intrigued each other, learned from each other, despite everything in them screaming at them not to. They were drawn together like some cheesy romance movie.

As he stepped closer to the normal spot, the only opening to the outside world other then the entrance, he was so lost in his memories he didn’t see it at first but he heard it. A raspy painful breathing that echoed through the cave, it echoed around him as it bounced off the rock walls. How did he not notice that sound? Was it the small waves crashing against the sand drowning out the noise? It must be.

His body became stiff at the sound. What could possibly be making that noise? It didn’t sound quite human nor fish like… Wait… No…

His eyes widened his footsteps quickened, please don’t be….

His heart dropped to his stomach when he turned a corner and right where the foggy sunlight was beaming down on the sand he could see the familiar sparkles of the red tail. Gulping he drew nearer, the sound was definitely coming from it, and what he saw made his heart break.

The merman, one that he maybe has come to love, was curled up amongst the sand his arms wrapped around his naked torso and his tail against his chest. But what really freaked Virgil out was the fact that his breathing was shallow, it looked almost painful, as he gasped for air. Virgil could see that his breaths were fog as it came out of his mouth. He was shaking so hard and violently that Virgil was afraid he would hurt himself. Virgil could see his rib cage quite clearly, sure he was skinny normally but not this skinny it was a sickly sight.

Worse of all was the fact that Virgil could see little chips of ice creeping along his tail and scales.

He was freezing to death.

“O-Oh god… No…”

He quickly dashed forward immediately taking off one of his jackets and trying to wrap the merman in it.

His eyes opened up slowly the familiar red pupils ever so slowly looked up to him and oh gods the pain that was in his features… It took everything in him not to cry.

He clicked his mouth a few times his hand drawing away from his torso and slowly making his way to Virgil’s arm. Once it did he softly gripped on to it then smiled gently. His eyes then closed the next moment.

“N-No.. Please.. Stay with me.. I can’t lose you… P-please…”

He didn’t even realize he was crying until he saw bits of water splash against the merman’s face scales. But none of that mattered. He had to save him.

He grabbed another one of his jackets wrapping it once again around the merman and pulled him closer to his chest for warmth and maybe a little comfort. He could tell he was freezing now too but he ignored it. He wasn’t even sure if this would work on the fish creature but he had to try something.

He couldn’t stand to just sit here and watch him freeze to death.

But still his breathing was quick and ragged, still, his skin and scales were deadly cold. And now Virgil could see that even his lips were blue, that he looked deadly pale and that says a lot coming from him. He looked dead to Virgil’s eyes.

He can’t lose him. This creature didn’t see him as a monster or something to toss out like everyone else in his life. He saw him as him. And he can’t lose that.

Though his panic he tried to think of what else he could do. What else could he possibly do???

That’s when a thought occurred to him. Sure it was risky, sure it could hurt him more, but he had to try.

Ever so gently he lowered his hands from the merman’s face to below his torso. One hand gripped his back and another towards his tail and he tried to be gentle as he lifted the merman.

He was so light it made Virgil winch. No way would merman’s normally be this skinny and lightweight. There had to be something wrong.

There was no way he could hide the huge merman’s tail but hopefully, people will just think its a costume or something. Hopefully…

He had to be quick cause it didn’t look like he could last much longer so he set off.

The trip up the stairs was a tough one but he managed it without slipping or hurting him thankfully.

He tried to keep to the side roads and alleyways the most he could trying to avoid as many people as possible. All the meanwhile jogging as fast as he could while trying not to slip. But as he got about half way there he could hear the merman was practically gasping for every single breath. His gills by the side of his neck were flaring. He properly wasn’t used to being out of the water this long.

The only thing he could do for him in the meantime was whisper reassurances, though he wasn't really quite sure who he was saying it to at this point.

When he finally made it to Logan’s apartment Virgil managed to take a breath, they finally made it. He kicked the door with his foot screaming out Logan's name, he knew he would be home at this time not having classes for a few hours and today was his day off from work.

But it still came as a reassurance when he saw the familiar glasses wearing man open the door with a slight creek he looked about ready to talk Virgil’s ear off when he saw what he had in his arms.

“P-Please… H-Help him…”

He all but practically cried out.

[nikatyler]

Oh hey, long time no replies. And these are the first ones of this year. I have a hard time replying now. It’s not like I don’t have time - I’m doing okay, actually. I mean, I wouldn’t complain if there was less homework, but still. Free time exists. It’s just that I can’t bring myself to replying to either comments or messages...I replied to asks quite quickly though, which is something unusual for me. Usually that’s where I’m slowest. I don’t know, is this another weird anxiety thing? Like I know I can reply, but I just...don’t?

Anyway...let’s get that done now I guess. There’s a lot of these, apologies if something got lost. Maybe it’s my fault, maybe it’s not, all I know is that sometimes my activity feed doesn’t show me everything.

unstablesims replied to your photoset “Vlad the fashion icon strikes again.”

he's rocking that goth TM look lmao

I mean yeah.

unstablesims replied to your photoset “This brings back memories. Maybe he’s not evil, he just wants some...”

he's vv nice to his friends..... the problem is becoming his friend ��

I was going to reply with “if this ain’t me” but...actually once I get comfortable around people, irl especially, I’m awful to them D: (I can quite easily turn into the sarcastic asshole friend and no one believes me until I unleash it lmao) But anyway yeah I kinda can see Vlad to be that way, now that you mention it

#JusticeForVlad2k19

justkeeponsimming replied to your photo “End of the Year Tag 2 This time I was tagged by @justkeeponsimming....”

Ronnieeee!!! Your sims are SO gorgeous! Love love love this!

Aaaaah thank you so much! ♥

dandylion240 replied to your photo “I tweeted this last night but I want to share it here as well because...”

When Ross and Caleb finally got together. I'm still hoping Caleb changes his mind and turns Ross.

If I had replied to this a week earlier, I could’ve used my favourite eye emoji. Oh well. Yeah, it’s good he changed his mind, isn’t it? :D I couldn’t stand the idea of separating them.

jackssims replied to your photo “I tweeted this last night but I want to share it here as well because...”

The birth of Miracle! Caleb, Ross, and Sunset! The high school story and when Miracle and Adam got together as well!

ghkjahfljhk lately (I mean for the past few months) I’ve been really disliking Miracle and Adam’s storyline but for some reason when people mention it, they always say they liked it, so I guess I didn’t do that bad of a job? 

Same with the good old Zoey storyline. Everyone who has ever talked to me about it said they liked it and thought it was interesting, but I’m over here like “gjkfjgfjhg don’t mention that mess to me ever again”.

melien replied to your photoset “Sunset spent the New Year’s Eve by playing sims. This is very...”

I'M LITERALLY DOING THIS RIGHT NOW

I feel personally attacked

It’s fine, we’ve all been there :D

I think I played sims too this year. Well, first we played some board games with my parents, then there was midnight, I cried, went to see the fireworks (while finishing a bottle of wine but I swear I wasn’t drunk)...oooh and then I watched a stream and edited my sims screenshots! Okay so I didn’t actually play but I edited the pics and like...these are still fun new year’s eve plans, am I right?

melien replied to your photoset “Dawn came over and the two spent hours talking about space.”

I love their outfits! Totally would wear something like this

I like Sunset’s style especially. Well, sometimes she wears clothes I wouldn’t, but for most of the time, it’s just comfy fun stuff I wish I had. Especially considering my dark phase is over and colours are slowly coming back to my closet :D

melien replied to your post “I have some random sims I could share. Anyone interested?”

Ohhhh... on one hand I'd always want sims from you but on the other hand I fear I won't do them justice because idk where to use them rn. Dilemma

pls ask

I’m always down for creating sims for mutuals and friends (I just never talk about it), so just let me know when you want one. Also, I’m sure you would do them justice. I’m really not afraid you would fail there. You know I love everything you do, so... :D

melien replied to your photoset “This guy ♥”

Ending 2018 on a high note

The best note possible

simtress replied to your photoset “Caleb: Isn’t it sad that there are so many ways a vampire can live a...”

i love the name caleb...♥

Me too! I’ve liked it since the first time I had seen it in an English textbook years ago.

dandylion240  replied to your photoset “Oh god please tell me I didn’t accidentally have risky woohoo on or...”

It'd be fun to see what their kid would look like.

I agree and I’m surprised I’ve never played with their genetics. smh ron

cafeheart replied to your photo

okay he's hot but this also makes me uncomfy for some reason asfdlkjaj put him back

jackssims replied to your photo

I agree he’s got a hot vibe going, but this just feels wrong tbajfnakcn

It is kinda weird, I’ll admit that (but “reimagining” him was fun). It’s like...taking away Caleb Vatore’s weird emo hair. I admit I’ve done that once but it was just to mock myself anyway. I wouldn’t do it “for real”. Emo hair must stay. Yes it’s dumb, but also, it’s iconic. we stan dumb hair

I’d say this is something similar. I don’t want to say anything about Ross is iconic, but...you get my point, right?

jackssims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Okay, I don’t like this. I have a theory.” Caleb: “I know what...”

👀

The funny thing here is, when I was writing this dialogue, I had no idea what was going to happen later.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “I don’t…I don’t ever want this to end.” Ross: “You’re the only...”

Way to dodge that, Caleb

Oh yeah. He’s good at that

unstablesims replied to your photoset “Sunset: I know I said I’d work out today but I really don’t want to…oh...”

mood

An everyday one

alfalfalegacy replied to your photo “Sim Download: Cara Meadows she/her, bisexual Another one. I imagine...”

ahh she's cute! might have to nab her for my private save ;)

Yay, I’m so happy to hear that! :D

jackssims replied to your photoset “Everything about this picture is a big mood. You may tag yourself now.”

Tbh I’m both Caleb and Sunset

Relatable

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Valentine: “Relationships and love aren’t really for me, but attending...”

Ironically her name is ValentineXD

Yup. Exactly. I bet it must be annoying for a person who couldn’t care less about getting into a relationship.

myopiccc replied to your photoset “Sunset wasn’t born to follow the crowd.”

Seriously!?!? I would never know THEY can use an umbrellas clever way! LOL

Lol they sometimes open it inside. Doesn’t seem clever to me :D But yeah, I didn’t expect them to sit down like this.

solarmoodlet replied to your photo “Sim Download: Enric Noel he/him, gay Sometimes a miracle happens and I...”

hes so cute. added him to my save. Tyvm!

Ahhh thank youuu!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Simblr 2019 Goals”

I join you with the last point�� I kinda defeated social anxiety irl but the online anxiety stays. And they say shy people can communicate better online!

melien replied to your post “Simblr 2019 Goals”

I third the online anxiety, glad to know I'm not alone

I wish I could say I defeated it irl as well...things got better (mainly because I just had to get used to it and grow a thicker skin) but I’m still an anxious trainwreck 99 % of the time :D It’s the same online. 

Also, instead of actually starting a conversation with people, I’m always like “oh you know, if you feel like talking to me, just send me a message, I don’t bite” but the problem is I know there’s a lot of us like that here and I’m not the only one with this fear of communication so maybe I should be the one to find the courage once

Wow that didn’t make sense but I think that only proves my point that I’m an anxious trainwreck :D

penelope-and-wonders replied to your photoset “You can put the umbrellas away, guys.”

What fun would that be? ��

Oh right, I can’t have a normal wedding :D It’s a universal rule that I should finally accept. Something would be wrong if everything went right for once.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Sim Download: Leigh Smith she/her, pansexual A long long time ago I...”

Omg, I looove her! ❤️❤️

Thank youuu ♥

green-productivitea replied to your photoset “Sunset: “What can I say? Freaking finally. Took you long enough to...”

The fact that she call him dad :O

Yep, she did. I love the relationship these two have.

yamekamerainbows27 replied to your photoset “Sunset: “You’re the woman that said she didn’t want a child, and you...”

Damn Sunset! You tell her girl ��

melien replied to your photoset “Sunset: “You’re the woman that said she didn’t want a child, and you...”

Go Sunset!

That’s what she deserves

sparkiemonkey replied to your photoset “I mean, Sunset was right. Dawn is adorable.”

she is totally adorable

Up until now I was always saying that this legacy has some Good Genes, now with Dawn it will be more like Cute Genes.

unstablesims replied to your photoset “Marcella: “What are you two doing?” Sunset: “Watching the clouds!...”

let them be dorks in peace!! lmao

Exactly!! No reasons to judge

cafeheart replied to your photoset “I would lie if I said I saw this coming.”

yknow if someone didnt have context for your legacy this kinda looks like caleb is murdering ross asdkfbbd

omg you’re right and I hate that you are right

vampcatsims replied to your photoset “Ross: “We’ve taken many risks already and now I’m taking another one,...”

noooo he's going to leave him at the altar god this is going to hurt so much

omg wow this is where scrolling down and reading new ones before old ones causes reaction mistakes cuz omg this is for realsies isn't it?

kyveria replied to your photoset “Ross: “We’ve taken many risks already and now I’m taking another one,...”

@vampcatsims don’t worry, ross has already had someone leave him at the altar so Caleb is going to stay ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Haha yeah, they’re going to be fine. I think. Can’t promise anything.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “I…how can I say no to this? Yes, Ross. Yes, I will.” Ross:...”

Good! I was scared he was going to say no for a second ����

Imagine if he left him and I’d introduce a new spouse now. Or bring back Jordan. Or Marika.

Omg imagine I’d bring her back and she’d get her “happy little family” she claims she wishes for now.

myopiccc replied to your post “ - fave types of movies?”

Such a tense era! I'm a historic nerd too:)

Yeah, I love it! I mean, I don’t actually love it, there were some bad things happening, no freedom of speech and such, but for me, it’s an interesting era to learn about. I also think it’s important to know about these times because in a way, they’re still so similar to where we are now, we really should look back at them and try to not make the same mistakes...sadly, when I look at the situation in my country...sometimes it feels like people forget. Not just people like me who didn’t experience it and have only learned about it in History classes...feels like even people who have been there forget and it’s sad and frustrating and I wish I could do something about it. Okay rant over.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “Tell me honestly. Did you expect me to change my mind with...”

Nice! But I swear if this somehow backfires and Ross ends up dying...

👀

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “This doesn’t even need a caption.”

Ross you better not have died!!

jackssims replied to your photoset “This doesn’t even need a caption.”

/ROSS/

ajkfaglafkghlahgfk I didn’t realize this would seem like he’s dying I’m sorry for causing panic fjaklflk

I just thought it was funny he set himself on fire and Caleb is over there like “nooo I agreed to marry this freak I have made a grave mistake”

princessdejamars replied to your photoset “Ummmm”

oh no not again

Yes. Yes again. And yeah, I could’ve left without saving. I didn’t. I was shocked when it happened and once I realized he’s pregnant again...you should’ve heard my hysterical laughter. Something is wrong with me and I don’t like it.

cafeheart replied to your photoset “Dawn: “Not a chance.”

sunset looks scared shitless asdkfjdbdb

"fhlakhfalklahkjjkij she’s kissing me I wasn’t prepared for this what do I do jgljfkjhlaafkgl”

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: Nothing happened…I’m fine…I’m just gonna give this dog a bath...”

That's totally not going to lead to more problems later, Caleb, if anything *did* happen (/sarcasm)

Yup. It’s totally okay to do that.

jackssims replied to your photoset “oh shit”

Oh fuck

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “oh shit”

wow

this is wild haha

Basically my reaction

jackssims replied to your photoset “Stella: “Dad, you’re home alone?” Caleb: “I think so.” Stella: “Aw,...”

jlkfdzsjlkfadg She's pregnant, he's pregnant, truly amazing

ikr

That’s a twist I truly didn’t expect at the end of this generation. Not that I’m complaining

jackssims replied to your photoset “Stella: “Anything else?” Caleb: “What? Is there supposed to be...”

/Caleb/

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “And that’s not all…” Ross: “Huh?” Caleb: “Nothing. Forget it.”

//Caleb//

See Ross and Caleb were made for each other because they both have a hard time learning from their mistakes lol

dandylion240 replied to your post “I WAS HOPING HE WAS PREGNANT WITH HIS FIANCE'S BABY NOT GETTING...”

There's a way to bend the rules. Since Ross will become a vampire. He and Caleb have forever to have a child together. So once Sunset takes over as heir I say anything goes for Ross after that �� but that's just me lol

Ooh, technically that could work! I didn’t even think about that. Good point. I don’t think they’ll have children together but I really do like this idea.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Is there anything you would like to tell me?” Caleb: “I was...”

Good! Caleb got the courage to tell Ross

I mean he didn’t really have another option at this point

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “You’re not going to leave me now, are you?” Ross: “I’m...”

Wholesome Ross (he’s really come full circle tbh)

I kept saying he would get better and no one believed me. There you have it guys, he’s a changed person. Character development! :D

simtress replied to your photo “™¥ ♥”

*eeps! she's too cute1

ikr, I miss her ;-;

melien replied to your photoset “Stella: I can’t believe it’s actually raining on my wedding day. We...”

It's a free riiiiide when you've already paid

Is this a reference I am supposed to get

Because I’m dumb and don’t get it lmao

melien replied to your photoset “Sunset: “Say cheese hair!”

So don't ask how I remember it because I'm probably too invested lol but your theme with red hair/blonde(yellow) hair in gen 3 of every legacy? It continues

Omg I didn’t even realize! Sebastian and Lynn started it obviously, then in my Raven Legacy it was a little “easter egg” but this time, it’s a coincidence (a nice coincidence). I guess I just can’t have too many redheads!

melien replied to your photoset “oh shit”

The ultimate plot twist

The plot twist I normally would’ve welcomed but this time, I actually felt sorry for him. He didn’t deserve it the first time (aka the time I was petty and did it on purpose) and he didn’t deserve it this time either. But still. Aliens. I can’t just quit the game without saving when it has to do something with them, can I?

melien replied to your post “I WAS HOPING HE WAS PREGNANT WITH HIS FIANCE'S BABY NOT GETTING...”

Maybe babies for them perhaps?

Y’all really want them to have kids huh

melien replied to your photoset “Nooooo Rocket :( He’s old now!”

Can Caleb also turn Rocket? Vampire doggo would be fun

Man I’d love if that was possible (even though...I just imagined him biting the poor dog and that’s kinda weird). Buuuut...there’s something else that I did and it’s almost as good.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Sim Download: Minako Ito she/her, lesbian Traits: Good, Loner,...”

All of the Sims you put for download are so pretty! I'm grabbing them all!

Thank you so much ;-;

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “i was enchanted to meet you”

Aaahh nostalgia!

I knoooow ;-; I love them and I miss them and I want to play with them again

I mean I could, first I’d just have to finish the high school story and that’s...highly unlikely lol

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “oh shit”

Aliens are in love with him that's true

New otp: Caleb/Aliens. Oh that's weird

They have a weird thing for Calebs

If you guys know a Caleb irl protect them

If you are a Caleb, well...I’m sorry

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Rocket: Hey I’m old, just thought you should know…oh nevermind what...”

This is somehow sad=((

Yeah. I love this little dog so much :(