#literally in dream told her about my cousin and she just

[beast-feast]

Many a dream of things that legitimately makes me down. Man . Why'd my fifth grade teacher be mean to me I haven't seen her in like 8 years.

[straylightdream]

I like you, maybe - teaser

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeon wonwoo x afb.reader

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: coming May 2025

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends to lovers, mutual pining, romance, hurt, comfort, angst, smut, fake dating

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol au

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: daddy issues, family issues, fake dating, alcohol consumption, crying, lots of emotions

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: protected p in v, vanilla sweet smut, breast/nipple play, fingering, clit play, hand job

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: if you would like to be tagged please fill out this form. I’m reworking and fully rewriting something I wrote in 2021

-PREVEIW-

You always felt as if you were never good enough for your father. No one saw you truly upset over your relationship with your father other than Mingyu and Wonwoo.

“I don’t think I have a choice, if I don’t go, my grandma, and dad won’t let me live it down.” You sighed. You’ve contemplated going no contact but you knew it would be hard. There is this part of you that thinks if you try hard enough maybe one day your relationship could be fixed. “Oh my god I don’t want to go to this alone.” You knew that this wedding was going to be a lot of people asking you why you’re single, and if you’re going to have kids. All your cousins were married and had kids, and you’re the only single one. Every Christmas one of the few times you would see that side of the family. Everyone would always harp on you and ask a million questions about your life.

“You should have someone go with you,” Mingyu said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Do you want to go with me?” you asked, praying maybe Mingyu could save you from going to this alone. You knew that Mingyu could play the part as the perfect boyfriend. Your mother already loved him and constantly told you that you should date someone like Mingyu. You knew her father would love him too. He’s a parent’s dream partner for their daughter.

“I can’t because it’s my mom’s birthday that weekend so I’m going to be at a family event out of town,” he said. You can tell he feels bad he can’t help you. You could tell that he didn’t want you going alone, but he wasn’t able to go to help you out.

“Literally everyone is going to be in my business about not having a boyfriend. I need to get a boyfriend within the next two weeks,” you said with a sarcastic laugh knowing damn well that was going to be nearly impossible.

“What are you talking about?” Wonwoo asked, walking into the kitchen. He sat down next to Mingyu and looked over at you. He pushes up his glasses. You completely forgot Wonwoo was home. He’s been locked away in his room playing video games.

“My dad is getting married in two weeks and I don’t want to go alone. I’m not looking forward to being asked the same questions about my dating life over and over again.” You can’t help but sigh dramatically. Leaning forward resting your face in your hands.

“So- do you want someone to be your fake date?” Wonwoo asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Yes, she wants a fake date,” Mingyu said before taking another drink of his beer. He gave up on working on his own work project about an hour ago.

Wonwoo shrugged his shoulders and said, “I mean I can go with you if you want. I think I would make a pretty good fake boyfriend.”

You looked up at Wonwoo and knit your eyebrows together and stared at him wondering if he was serious.“Are you being serious about offering to be my fake date?” You don’t think you can actually handle it if he's just messing with you.

He shrugged his shoulders again oh so casually. “Yeah why not? Weddings are great, there is free food, and normally there are free drinks.”

Shutting your laptop, you looked over at Wonwoo who was smiling. “Jeon Wonwoo, you’re a lifesaver.”

[twistedtwintaker]

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Warning: strong language.

Story: you've just moved into a new home, only to discover the ghost of a witch it's hunting the house.

Light angst and fluff. Use of y/n

Y/N should have known the day would be a disaster when the movers dropped her coffee table on the front porch. The “haunted” house her cousin pawned off on her had looked normal enough—just a little dusty, maybe leaning a bit to the left.

It started small: a whisper in the hall when she knew no one else was there. Lights flickering ominously, doors creaking open on their own. Y/N had seen enough horror movies to know what was coming, but what she wasn’t prepared for was the ghost herself.

“Nice aim,” a smooth, sarcastic voice commented after Y/N threw a shoe at the flickering lightbulb.

Y/N spun around, heart pounding, to see a woman leaning against the wall. She was tall, with wild curls and a smirk that radiated smugness. Her clothes looked old-fashioned, but her sharp wit was unmistakably modern.

“What the fuck?” Y/N blurted, scrambling for her broom. “Who the hell are you?”

“The ghost, obviously,” the woman replied, completely unbothered. “Agatha Harkness. And you?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “The living person who owns this house.”

Agatha raised an eyebrow. “Owns? Cute. I’d say you’re more of a temporary guest.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Y/N jabbed the broom in Agatha’s direction. “If you’re gonna haunt me, at least do something useful, like pay rent or clean up around here.”

Agatha chuckled. “Pay rent? Sweetheart, I’ve been dead for centuries. You can’t charge me for haunting rights.”

Y/N groaned. She’d barely been here a day, and she was already done with this place.

Over the next few weeks, Agatha made it her mission to be the most annoying housemate imaginable. She moved furniture when Y/N wasn’t looking, “accidentally” turned off the hot water in the middle of showers, and kept leaving cryptic messages on the bathroom mirror.

“Seriously?” Y/N growled one morning, scrubbing at the words “Nice bedhead” written in condensation.

From the hallway, Agatha peeked in, grinning. “What? I’m just being friendly.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Agatha said, smirking as she floated past.

“You know, you could try dusting once in a while,” Agatha quipped one morning as Y/N struggled to clean the fireplace.

“You could try leaving once in a while,” Y/N shot back.

Agatha smirked, floating lazily in mid-air. “I can’t. This house is mine, remember? You’re the intruder here.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Y/N threw her cleaning rag on the floor. “If you’re so attached to this place, maybe you should’ve thought about that before you died.”

Agatha gave an exaggerated gasp. “Ouch. So rude. No wonder you’re single.”

Y/N flipped her off without even looking.

slowly painfully, even Y/N started to warm up to Agatha. The ghost, as annoying as she was, had her moments. Like when Y/N couldn’t figure out how to fix a broken chair, and Agatha “accidentally” revealed she knew woodworking because she “used to build her own furniture back in the day.” Or the time Y/N had a terrible day at work, and Agatha distracted her with a dramatic re-enactment of how she scared off the last potential buyers who came to see the house.

“You’re insane,” Y/N said, laughing despite herself.

“And yet, you’re still here,” Agatha replied, her smirk softening into something warmer.

Months passed, and their banter became less biting, more playful. Y/N found herself talking to Agatha late into the night, sharing things she hadn’t told anyone else—dreams she’d given up on, relationships that had ended badly, fears she didn’t even like admitting to herself.

And Agatha listened. For all her sarcasm and sass, she had a knack for cutting through Y/N’s bullshit.

One night, as Y/N sat on the couch scrolling through her laptop, she felt Agatha hovering behind her.

“Do you mind?” Y/N asked, not looking up. “You’re creeping me out.”

“I’m a ghost. It’s literally my job,” Agatha said, leaning over her shoulder. “What’s that you’re working on?”

“None of your business,” Y/N muttered, trying to ignore the way her heart jumped whenever Agatha got too close.

“Suit yourself.” Agatha floated away but stayed in the room, watching Y/N with an expression Y/N couldn’t quite read.

It wasn’t until one particularly quiet evening that Y/N finally said what had been on her mind for weeks.

“Do you ever wish you could leave this house?”

Agatha, who was lounging in the air with one leg crossed over the other, looked startled. “Why would I? This place is my home.”

“Yeah, but… you’re stuck here. Don’t you ever wonder what else is out there?”

Agatha hesitated. For once, her smirk was gone, replaced by a flicker of something vulnerable. “Maybe. But I don’t get that choice, do I?”

Y/N frowned, guilt twisting in her chest. “I didn’t mean—”

“I know what you meant.” Agatha sighed, running a hand through her curls. “But the thing is… this house isn’t so bad. Not anymore.”

Y/N felt her face heat up. “Is that your way of saying you like me?”

Agatha’s smirk returned. “Oh, sweetheart, I never said that. But if the shoe fits…”

“You’re impossible,” Y/N muttered, but she couldn’t help smiling.

They didn’t have all the answers. How could they? One of them was dead, and the other was barely holding her life together. But as Y/N sat beside Agatha on the couch, listening to the ghost ramble about her favorite books from the 1800s, she realized she didn’t care.

They’d figure it out. Together.

[dollescent]

𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

08/04/23

so, i was in sleep paralysis (keep in mind i have sleep paralysis with my eyes open always), and i wasn’t panicked or anything because I’ve been experiencing sleep paralysis since i was like 10 (it doesn’t happen really frequently anymore though). so i was honestly just thinking to myself, "should i try to LD or AP?" so i tried to AP and it wasn’t working for me (for some reason i was in pain??), so instead, i decided to try and shift. also i had never even considered the SP method for shifting before so this was all so crazy to me.

so for some background, i was previously having a dream where i was running away from something but i felt myself entering SP and I could barely move in the dream. so i wanted to shift to a reality where i was able to run away. so i started to visualize myself running in a 3rd person POV. and it was crazy because i have aphantasia, so i usually don’t see anything when i visualize but this time i literally was able to!!

this was so trippy too. but i visualized myself zooming into myself that was running, and began to visualize in first person. once i did, i was going through a “tunnel” with red and black lights. i cannot describe it and i was kind of scared but yes y’all, i shifted with my eyes open!!

so i just keep on affirming that I’m shifting and once I get to the end of the tunnel, my eyes in my DR were already slightly open but they widened when i fully shifted there, but my vision was a bit blurry (i could tell that i was napping in this reality). it was so crazy like, it was just like this reality, in fact it felt even more realll. please don’t give up like it is so fucking worth it.

when i shifted, didn’t have a specific DR in mind so i don’t know where i’m at but it’s so crazy cause i just get this feeling that i’m at my cousin’s place. it looked so different but it was really nice. So I was sitting on the couch in the living room and i stand up to go look around for other people. (also i felt so heavy at first y’all) but I walk past the kitchen and there is a balcony facing outside and I see all my family on the balcony.

something things that were different,

❀ my dad was holding a baby girl and i could feel that she was my lil sis (is this reality my parents stopped having kids like 9yrs ago and i only have 3 younger brothers)

❀ there was this family friend named gilliana that was there, never seen this girl before but she was chill. also i just knew that was her name.

❀ my cousin had a different hairstyle, his hairline was botched low key 😭😭☠️☠️☠️

❀ my cousin and aunt’s apartment was way bigger and on the first floor, and my uncle wasn’t there. there was also sm furniture in the living room but the place was sooooo nice!

so the balcony was on the first floor facing the courtyard and that day that there was a food truck there that had cameroonian food. it looked and smelled so good!!! the poisson braisé (braised fish) had me damn near drooling. my mom told me “c'est trop cher” which means, it’s so expensive in french. but I was like idcccc i’m getting a plate! And i wanted to, but took a step back and i shifted back. also ik 100% that it was a shift because i never dream in french, even though im bilingual.

why I shifted back,

❀ i kept on wondering on whether i was acting natural or not because i felt a little, idk how to express it but a bit out of it? and i didn’t want them to think i’m behaving differently

❀ i also kept thinking about my cr lmao and I realized that i would really miss my family here if i were to permashift, which is a feeling i didn’t know i had

❀ i also was not very grounded lol, and i wasn’t there for long, just 5min

some tips and words of advice,

❀ ps, feel free to ask any questions

❀ whenever you have a dream, just tell yourself that you had shifted instead, especially if it’s about your DR

❀ WBTB METHOD YALL!!!! anytime that i’ve lucid dreamed, nearly AP’d, and have had the most vivid dreams, it has been when i incorporated this method. and i do it so habitually. like my friends always joke abt how i sleep in 2 parts

❀ make shifting a lifestyle. now i’m not saying to revolve your life around shifting, but when i started incorporating reality checks and affirmations in my daily life (it literally all takes 10s) it has become a habit. because before, i would never think to try and shift while in SP

❀ honestly just believe in yourself, it’s harder than it sounds but you’re the only thing that can make yourself shift, even if you have doubts and frustrations, that’s not gonna stop yourself from doing SHITTT

❀ pls do not expect your experience to be like mine at all or compare yours to others. i have never heard of anybody shifting with their eyes open before. and also i didn’t experience any symptoms at all, which was not surprising because I never do

anyways hope this was interesting, xoxo ˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

[olivianyx]

UPDATES ON MY JOURNEY

Heyy all! I've been focusing on my senior professional medical year and it has been stressful. So here are some things I manifested effortlessly and a few things without me thinking about it. Long ass post ahead! ⚠️⚠️

1. Getting more pocket money than usual. Like my parents usually transact in my account like a $80 or $100 AUD per month. But in both feb and march this year, they transacted me $500 and $700 AUD! Plus! I occasionally find $10 or $50 cash in my classroom or on the streets sometimes (and they come lie next to my feet 😭) I'd ask everyone in my class if it's theirs, and they say no. What do y'all expect me to do? Like go and give it to the university management?? 😭 hell no, so i kept it lol.

2. MANIFESTED DIOR'S LIP OILS!! 😭😭 LIKE 5 OF THEM 😭 YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE OBSESSED WITH LIP OILS 😭😭 AND I WANTED THE RASPBERRY ONE SO BAD, AND GUESS WHAT? I MANIFESTED IT ALONG WITH 4 OTHER SHADESS OMGGG 😭😭😭

3. My crush giving me hints that she's obsessed with me 😭 like she literally told me 'you're so sweet and caring, I've never met a person like this after my grandma' cus her grandma passed away recently and she was so depressed. She even had an eye infection, so she stopped coming to the uni. So i had to make sure she's alright, and met her everyday cus she needed someone real bad. Like she needed to talk to someone and get that thing bothering her outta her head. I was there all along whatever she was going through (don't come at me y'all, ik if we help someone they would say all these things but she's my crush lol so) She's also getting real close to me, like she tells me how annoying people are lol. She loves skin ship, physical touch, being clingy around me, and complimenting me 😭😭 so these are the hints 😭 like friends wouldn't do that right? Would they?? (My friends diss me right in front of everyone 😶)

4. I've always been the type to care too much for the silliest things, nowadays I don't really put my energy into it and become all anxious. My anxiety levels have completely gone down like I'm literally cool asf?? Even while being in public?? Literally yess

5. Manifested getting my hair coloured next week! and my mom permitted me! For my cousin's engagement in april, I wanna be there like the hot younger sister I am lol. I just wanna make my relatives and their kids jealous cus they made fun of me when I was younger (my younger self has been dreaming for this moment) so why not a revenge glow up?? 😭

6. Losing weight even though I eat like a pig due to my study stress. Like literally I ate a 5 course meal one day and lost 2 kgs the next day? (cus I randomly checked my weight for 2 days cus I had to submit my height and weight to the university student records)

7. Getting a natural blush on my face! Like it's such a game changer, I look like a movie star y'all 😭✋🏻

8. My teachers complimenting me for my discipline and high scores. As yk uni professors don't even give af bout students and they complimented me??

9. Getting into a new friend group! My old one was too toxic and they would always bully me (verbally) my new friend group is literally soo damn enjoyable! Like they're the cool kids of the year 😭 and now I'm one too!

10. As I mentioned in my older post that I'm moving into an apartment. We moved in and it was too difficult for me to sleep as the place was new and also there we're disturbances in the night time like stomping noises or playing loud music at night. So the neighbors there were too sweet that they introduced and comforted us that it's okay and if something's bothering us they'll take care of it. And they literally made the people who we're causing those disturbances to vacate out 😭😭✋🏻

11. My hair getting shinier! It was brittle before as I was severely anemic, now my baby hair is back and it's shining ✨

12. I overheard my parents conversing that they should make me audition for an entertainment company....like what? 😭😭✋🏻 when I asked them once years back they denied giving me a 4 hour lecture and now they wanna make me audition?? Like literally 😭 y'all watch me at the Grammy's (after 5 years lol)

13. Getting into the void on command or intention.

14. I literally get free foods everywhere I go 😭😭

15. I got free gifts from my uncle who's living in France! He works at a fashion company and he sent me perfumes and a few outfits (I can't reveal it I'm sorry)

I ONLY WAS THINKING ABOUT GETTING MY LIP OIL, GETTING CLOSE TO MY CRUSH AND FOCUSING ON MY STUDIES. THE REST, I MANIFESTED WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT.

SO WHAT NEXT?

I've decided to respawn to my waiting next month. I'm still scripting how my waiting room should be... So it might take time for me. So till then I'm gonna be strengthening my self concept even more, and also getting more and more excited to be in my waiting room! I want my waiting room to be like a more like a sci fi movie and a princess fairytale combined 😭 (ik I'm weird). Like I just want my favorite anime characters to be there to help me script my DR ✋🏻 So I'm kinda in a more excited mode lately to script my waiting room! Will give you updates on how my waiting room will be in a future post! So until then take care, love you, byeeee byeeee!

- olivia 🤍

[gloriousdreamerland]

Wait for me?

Series masterlist

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclawn! Fem! Reader

Warning: Bullying (not by George ofc); Insecurities; Bad english and bad writing (really bad); Drunk reader (not during the whole chapter)

Words: 4.3K

Autor notes: i was sooooo anxious to post this chapter, since the first drafts of the fanfic, this is the chapter I've been most anxious to write. My girl is so messy and i love her for it.

Synopsis: Angelina and Fred are tying the knot and suddenly Y/N has to face unresolved feelings for George, which is even worse considering she never told him they are soulmates. 9 days of partying are more like 9 days of torture, hopefully she will survive, only if he stops giving her a heart attack every five minutes.

Lay all your love on me - 07

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” -Pride and prejudice

   “Do you think we’ll have to stay up this long tomorrow? My feet are hurting and i’m in sneakers, imagine in high heels” Katie whispered behind Y/N on the line of couples of bridesmaids while leaning on her partner to fix her shoes.

   “Weddings tend to fo that” George whispered back and Y/N failed in trying to hide her laugh

   “Don’t be rude! Y/N, don’t let him be rude to me”

   “George, don’t be rude to Katie” she pretended to scold him.

   “Love, she needs to learn to take a joke”

   “Hm…i guess you’re right” Y/N pretended to think about it, receiving an eye roll from her friend, who looked annoyed but still smiled.

   “You’re ridiculous”

   “I know” Y/N smiled “But answering your question, i don’t think it will take this long, last i heard Angie was talking to the pianist with Fred and sorting out the timing”

   The big day is finally tomorrow and the house mess is shining in it’s glory. Semans like the project is finally taking shape and what once seemed like a dream is really turning into reality and her best friend is getting married tomorrow.

   Angelina always had good taste but for the wedding she took it to the next level. The ceremony will be held in the front yard, with roses, marigolds and daisies giving the off-white decorations color, literally the pride and joy of Gryffindor

   Today may not be the day but is also special, today they’re having the rehearsal dinner, exclusive to for the closest people and active participants in the wedding, all of the other guests are sorting last minute details, like dresses for tomorrow and gifts, some are even touristing, after all, most people will travel back home the morning after the wedding and the wedding day will be too busy to explore the town nearby. So, apart from the people who are decorating, the house is theirs today.

   A smiley Angelina approached the line. She looked radiant.

   “We’re starting at five. The rhythm is simple, wait 3 beats and the next pair comes in, ok?”

   “Sure, now go to the end of the line, the groom cannot see you in white!” She rushed her friend, who laughed

   “First: I'm not wearing white, and second: It's just the rehearsal”

   “By the way you’re smiling ear to ear it’s almost the same thing!” Angie laughed “Now shoo shoo, the pianist will start soon”

   Angie’s smile seemed to grow even more as she rushed to the end of the line, and, as soon as she got there the song started. Just like that, pair by pair walked to the altar where Fred and the ceremonialist waited and positioned themselves around the altar, resembling a Greek arena.

   “Do you like wedding superstitions? Like that thing about the groom not seeing the bride in white before the wedding?” George whispered to her while they got there. As best man and maid of honor, they were the ones who led the line

   “You don’t? I truly believe if the groom sees the bride in white their wedding will fall apart, this happened to one of my cousins, ya know? You can’t even spend the night before the wedding together”

   “Will you leave your poor husband lonely? How can he even survive the night without you?”

   “I'm cherishing our marriage, he will be fine”

   “I surely wouldn't be fine without you” She couldn’t see his face as they watched Angelina walk in Fred’s direction, but she could swear he was smiling.

   It’s strange seeing your best friend get married, like seeing the girl who shared cookies, blankets and games with you when you were 11 swear her forever to a lucky guy, it’s almost like nostalgia, but better, because you’re so damn happy for her that you also wish to see their happy future.

   It is indescribable this feeling of happiness to see the happiness of someone else, someone who has been by your side your whole life.

   As the ceremonialist started talking about the couple’s journey, Y/N remembered their Hogwarts days, the sneaky glances, Angie's "outbursts" every time he was forward, the way he was a goofball trying to make her laugh -he's still a goofball to her, and tomorrow will be forever-, their first date and how they were so nervous around each other even thought they were almost a couple. When she wasn’t busy surviving homework and Natasha or being all heart eyes with George, she liked noticing the development of their relationship, Fred really does make Angie happy.

   “I really love weddings. Look how happy they are!” Y/N whispered to George

   “I remember when he decided to propose. He was freaking out, like they weren’t acting like a married couple from day one.”

   “Right? But i’m glad it’s finally happening to them”

   “Me too, and who knows, maybe you’ll be the next bride…” she smiled and rolled her eyes

   “Well, maybe you’ll be the next broom”

   George was counting on it, that is, if she is the next bride.

   Soon the rehearsal was coming to an end and the master of ceremonies announced the vows

   “Fred Weasley, do you swear to love and cherish Angelina for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” The ceremonialist turned his attention to Fred.

   “I do” He smiled at his bride-to-be, taking her hands in his.

   “And Angelina, do you swear to love and respect Fred Weasley for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” He turned his attention to Angie

   “I do”

   “So I pronounce you husband and wife...well, tomorrow I’ll pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your not-wife and your not-husband”

   The group laughed and clapped as Fred pulled Angie into a passionate kiss. The ceremony may not have been real—for now—but their love definitely is. Angelina whispered something in Fred’s ear, making him smile and give her a kiss on the cheek, and headed to where her best friend and brother-in-law were.

   As soon as Angie got close, Y/N embraced her friend in a tight hug while smiling.

   “I can’t believe it is finally happening, I'm so damn happy for you!”

   “Right, I'm so anxious! Don’t forget tonight we’re going out, okay? The car will be waiting for us by 8pm”

   “Don’t worry, I have already chosen a dress!”

   “Great! I better be going then, i have to talk with my mom, Goodbye the, see you there! Bye, George!” She waved and headed back inside. 

   “Tonight is the bachelorette party, right? Where are you going?” George asked

   “There’s a club in the town that Angie really likes, the DJ usually plays her favorite singer. What about you, Fred’s bachelorette is tonight too, right? I’m kind of scared to ask” She joked

   “Nothing much, we plan to get wasted in every bar in town, i just hope Fred can make it to the wedding tomorrow” For a second Y/N though he was serious, but the smirk on his face gave it away. She bumped his shoulder while rolling her eyes.

   “C’mon!”

   “Okay okay, don’t be mad!” He laughed “We’re not doing much crazy, Fred wanted to actually be alive for his wedding, so we’re going to a friend’s bar, probably drink, play something, but nothing too crazy”

   “You better, woe betide you if you make me worry about your madness!”

   “You wound me, Love!” He faked being hurt “I guess I won't see you in a while, uh?”

   “Yeah, probably just at the ceremony”

   “Let’s make the most of our time then, right?” George smirked and offered his arm, which she gladly took.

   “So, where are we going now?”

   “Let’s just take a walk in the garden, probably not here though, the wedding people are getting things ready, let’s go…” he saw a small meadow further in the background “There!”

   “Sure, We just can't take too long, I need to go back soon to get ready for the bachelorette party”

   “Keeping you here with me…I don’t know, sounds tempting, Love” Y/N rolled her eyes while giggling

   “I know! But I do like to dance from time to time, and socialize a little. I’m sure you guys will have fun”

   “Not as much as I would have with you” With his other hand he held her hand that was on his arm, without taking her arm off his.

   “You’re such a charmer”

   “Only with you, Love”

   Her heart raced at his words and the closeness, but lately, she's realized that she really likes this. Well, she really likes him, so it's to be expected. walking through the field, with him close to her like that, she remembered a conversation she had with him a while ago, a conversation about soulmates. A conversation that had gone unanswered.

   After yesterday's revelations, the ones about George, but the one about Natasha too, Y/N is strangely calm, like she finally knows what to do. The problem is that what she needs to do isn’t an easy thing: She’s going to tell George that he is her soulmate. As usual, there’s a dilemma to this, and when there isn’t, right?

   Y/N has know for years that George is her soulmate, and she has been in love with him for even longer, she even made an effort to hide her soulmate mark and up until now she has always said to anyone who asked that she did not find her soulmate, so how does she came up with the truth now, like “Hey, George…or must i say, Babe? Haha, you’re kind of my soulmate, yeah i’ve known it for years…Yes, i know you've been searching for her and did nothing to end your suffering…Wait, don’t run away!” Yeah, it wouldn’t end well.

   Of course she had her reasons for staying away, in Hogwarts Natasha ended with any scrumbles of her self-esteem, then the war happened, leaving not only her life a mess but the whole word, and it takes time to fix something like that, then after that…well, after that she was a coward trying to find herself again, George didn’t deserve that.

   She’s still struggling to think that she can be good for him, but these last few days changed, and not only her self-esteem, but the idea that, if George by any miracle decided that she is the love of his life, she isn’t gonna let this opportunity go to waste.

   With all of that in mind, Y/N has a plan. Well, half of a plan, but she’ll eventually get there. She needs to prepare the ground. Approach him and say that she is his soulmate, even if that is the pure truth, it would be weird.

   “George, I was thinking about something…”

   “Dangerous”

   “Oh, shut up!” she giggled “ We were talking the other day about our soulmates, remember? But you never gave me an answer” She looked hopefully at him

   “You didn’t either”

   “But I asked you first!”

   “What? I asked you first!” He laughed at her nonsense while she got redder by minute. She cant me smooth to save her life

   “But that was yesterday!”

   “Okay, Love. You know about my soft spot for you, I'll let you win this one.” He gave her a flirty smile and kissed the hand he was holding. “I think i have found her”

   What?!

   Y/N tried her best to not look like a deer caught in headlights. Keyword: Trying.

   “W-what? Really?” 

   “Really, i have a good guess about her” 

   The way he was looking at her was strange, but not in a bad way. How can someone hold so much affection in just one look? It's a weird feeling, capable of calming her nerves and, at the same time, making her heart beat faster.

   “Have you told her? Does she know?” He smiled sweetly at her.

   “I haven’t told her but she definitely knows…She’s a slippery one, y’a know? I don’t want to scare her away, so i’m willing to wait for her, give her all the time that she needs”

   “I…is it worth it though? All this wasted time?”

   “I would wait forever for her. I have already given her all of my days, I'm just waiting for her to notice that” Then George kissed her cheek like it was common, like if she wasn't on the verge of a heart attack. Her poor heart. “Let’s go back inside? We’re gonna be late”

   Y/N definitely need to tell him the truth until the wedding is over.

   The bar was way more crowded than George expected. Like way more, how does this little corner bar handle so many people? When Fred said they were going to Bob’s bar he imagined something more calm -ofcourse not that calm, or they would do something to spice it up a little if you know what i mean-, but it’s so crowded that if they weren’t friends with Bob and warned him beforehand they wouldn’t be able to have a seat or play snooker.

   Not that any of this matters, he really tried to give the group and his brother his full attention, but his mind keeps wandering elsewhere.

   The love of his life is this close to really being the love of his life. Yesterday night Fred has been gossiping about how George likes Y/N since Hogwarts, after dinner they fought about this, but nothing really serious, all in the name of brotherhood, however, it seems like something changed with her, like she’s more carefree…maybe even closer to confessing to him, but he prefers not to get too hopeful yet.

   He is willing to wait for her, afterall

   “Haha, pay it up!” Lee jordan laughed as he placed a 3 of clubs on the table, the zap of this round of truco.

   “No shit!” Fred laughed in surprise and celebrated with his partner, earning complaints from George and Bob.

   “3 four times in a roll?! You’re cheating!” Bob “Keep up like this and I'm kicking you out of my bar”

   “C’mon, Bob, loosen up!” Lee gave Bob a side hug and laughed. “And, you, Loverboy,” He turned his attention to George “Pay attention to the game, you’re making your pair loose!”

   “Sod off! You’re not that good, cheating even me!”

   “Really? Now this I want to see!” Fred gathered the cards and passed them to Bob “It's Bob's turn to shuffle”

   “Now I'll make sure nobody will cheat now.”

   George sank into the bar chair, waiting for Bob to shuffle the cards when he saw a white figure through the window near them. The redhead ignored it, he must have seen things

   Thud

   George is definitely not seeing things, well, he saw something: an owl bumping into a closed window. He rushed to her rescue and took the letter that she carried and gave her a treat. The life of a wizard is like this: Carrying owl treats because at any moment one could appear -or crash- into your house. In this case: Bar.

   The word letter is an exaggeration, it's hardly a note, given the size and the scrawl on it. All he could think about was who on earth would have such bad handwriting as he tried to decipher what on earth the note said.

   Triiim Triiim

   Then the phone behind the counter rang. George was close to the phone, so it was easy to hear him. The surprise is Bob, who was further away with the others at the table, heard him with all the noise in the bar. 

   Bob gave the deck to Lee and went to answer the phone.

   “Hey, this is Bob's bar, how can I help you?....Oh hey!” he heard what the person on the other end of the line said and laughed out loud “Okay, i’ll send them to you girls. Good night, see you at the wedding!” 

   Bob returned to the table with the smile still on his face. George came closer to hear better.

   “So apparently half of the bridesmaids, including the bride, are feeling sick, they couldn't hold it together, huh," he laughed. "Angelina just called me asking for backup from the groomsmen."

   “I’ll let the others know, you can go first, Fred. See how Angie is.”

   “Thanks man, i better get going then” 

   “Wait, i’ll go too!” George rushed to Fred’s side before he could leave.

   “Loverboy is eager to see someone!” Fred smirked

   “C’mon!” George rushed Fred out of the bar and into the nearby alley, and then the two of them recited a teleportation spell.

   “Hey, thanks for coming!” Angelina hugged Fred as soon as they showed up at the club the girls were at.

   “I was worried about you, Lee stayed back to let the other know, soon the’ll be here”

   George stayed behind in an attempt to give the couple space, but mainly to look for Y/N at the club, which became an almost impossible task due to the loud music, absurd amount of people, and the confusion of lights. Angelina, noticing his wandering eyes, decided to help.

   If she is not the maid of honor at their wedding she's gonna lose it.

   “Last i seen in she was nearby the bathroom in the back, I told her to get some water while I waited for you guys up front”

   “Thanks, Angie!” 

   George runed, or tried to run, between the sea of people in search of Y/N when he saw her. Sitting in a booth all alone, looking sad while sipping her water. He took a seat beside her.

   “Hey pretty girl, why are you so sad?”

   “Babe!” her face suddenly lit up “I’m sooo happy you’re here. I asked Angie to call you but she said she couldn’t because you don’t have a phone” she pouted “I need to buy you a phone, what if i miss you and you are faaar faaar away”

   Oh she’s drunk drunk

   “I guess i’ll have to stick to your side then,” she giggled “How much did you drink, Love?”

   “Just a weeeee bit” He believed none of that.

   “Sure, wanna get out of here though? I’m tired, do you want to walk me back home?”

   Y/N’s smile grow

   “I do! Let’s go, Georgie” He stood up, gave her space to follow him, then when she tried to stay up, her legs gave up. Before she could fall, he helped her up.

   “Careful! Are you okay?”

   “Hm…I'm fine, you’re my hero!” He rolled his eyes with a smile

   “I hope so, Love. It seems like you’re falling for me” He joked. A really bad joke.

   “I can’t fall for you, Georgie. I already fell a long time ago”

   Georgie could feel his heart beating faster and the blush in his cheeks. 

   “You’re so forward when you’re drunk, stay still for a second,” he turned and lowered himself with his back to her "Climb on top of me, we'll take the long way home while you sober up".

   Without thinking twice, Y/N climbed on his back and he carried her on his piggyback to where Angie was, to let her know that they were leaving, but since he didn't see her, he described her to the bartender and asked him to give her the message.

   As soon as they stepped out, the cold air hit them, making Y/N hug him a little tighter. Maybe that would be enough to sober her up.

   “How did you know that I needed you?” She mumbled against his shoulder

   “I have a sixth sense to you”

   “Oh, shut up!” She laughed

   “Angie called to the bar, as soon as i heard what was happening i came running to you”

   “Own…you are really sweet, did you know that?”

   “You’re sweeter, you deserve all the care in the word”

   “I don’t need all the care in the word…just yours”

   Here it goes again, his stupid heart

   “You’re funny when you’re drunk”

   “I mean that!” She looked offended and he almost regretted his comment “I always loved how you took care of me, always looking out for me, not in a condescending way, but in the most loving and sweet way. One of the reasons I fell in love with you…”

   “What?” His heart raced and he lifted her off his back. He needed to look her in the eyes now, needed to be certain that this wasn't just drunk talk, and something in her told him it wasn't.

   “It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you…” She put her arms around his neck, pulling them closer “Another is your handsome looks, not gonna lie,” He laughed “But how you’re so funny and sweet, yeah….these are the reasons, i can’t describe how much it made me happy knowing you liked me back in Hogwarts, my heart was threatening to jump out of my chest, have mercy on me!”

   George's smile was so wide it hurt his cheeks.

   “Now you know the effect you have on me, love!”

   “No no no…i’m pretty sure i like you waaay more. I wish you were in my shoes so you could feel it, how good it is to love you”

   “Love, I'm not gonna discuss this with you now, but I hope your drunk head knows that you’re absolutely wrong!” Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed

   “I know how to end this dilemma! Can I tell you a secret?” Her smile definitely ment trouble, but oh George really likes trouble “I’m your soulmate!” George was in complete shock, of all the things he expected her to say, that wasn't one of them. “I’ve know it for a while…i’m really sorry for not saying nothing before, back than i couldn’t say it…..but now, it seems like i wake up waiting for an opportunity to tell you, but i was afraid you’d be mad at me for not saying before”

   “And you’re not scared anymore?”

   “A little…but i figured that i could take you being mad at me for some days than losing a forever with you. You’re too special for that” Maybe his heart is indeed melting inside his chest, it shows in the blush of his cheeks”

   “I could never be mad at you, not at this atleast, so don’t worry” He gave her a kiss on her forehead “but maybe is best if we discuss this tomorrow, you’re too drunk now”

   “You missed”

   “What?”

   “The kiss, you missed the place. Let me try again” 

   Y/N brought her face closer to his, leaning in for a long-awaited kiss, but George turned his face away, making her kiss his cheek.

   “Not now, Love. I want you to be on your full senses when i kiss you” she pouted

   “Will you kiss me tomorrow?”

   “If you want me to” He smiled and caressed her cheek

   “I want you to want this too…”

   “I have wanted this since we were thirteen, but i can wait one more day” Y/N giggled

   “You know, of all the people in the world, I'm glad I fell in with you”

   “Mee too, Love. You have no idea how much” He took her arms from around his neck and offered his arm to her. “Ready to go home?”

   “Let’s go!” She hugged his arm and with a flick of his wand the two of them headed back to the Johnson’s household.

   Reality is so sweet now that George is actually afraid to go to sleep tonight. Waiting for Y/N is definitely worth it, he’s not afraid of her nervous bolting as long as he is the finish line, and considering all of what she said tonight, she’s definitely going to lose it tomorrow, but this time, George is ready for it.

   “Morning, sunshine!” Katie’s voice echoed from the other side of the room. She wasn’t yelling, but it was enough to make Y/N want to sink into the bed to make that noise stop, or maybe throw the clock in her dresser into said noise, whatever is easiest.

   She’s never drinking that much again

   Okay, that’s a lie, but she’s sure she isn’t gonna drink like that in the near future. That’s really true.

   Y/N can’t fully remember what she said yesterday, she only has flashes of memory, but this is not her first rodeo, soon all the embarrassing memories will come back, they have a habit of doing this. 

   “C’mon, Y/N, we need to dress up!”

   “just five more minutes!” Y/N’s voice sounded muffled from the pillow

   “We need to be in Angie’s room in fifteen minutes! don’t be lazy, also, you might want to see what your prince in charming armour left for you”

    What? 

    She stood up so fast that she felt dizzy, making Katie laugh from across the room. On the dresser next to the bed was a note and a strange liquid, which, from the smell, was probably a hangover cure.

   Y/N,

   I left a hangover cure potion for you next to the dresser. I remember how you were when we were at Hogwarts, I hope it takes effect by the ceremony, and if it doesn't, I can kiss it better for you.

   About yesterday, after you remember what you said to me i want to talk to you, but not in a bad way, so don’t worry your pretty head, i mean it in the best way of “talk”, okay? If it helps you remember yesterday, i still really want kiss you. I’ll probably will still want to kiss you tomorrow too, and the day after that.

   Love Kisses, George

   Her eyes widened in surprise at each word in the note, which made her poor heart race faster and faster.

   What the heck did she say to him?

[franki-lew-yo]

It's not just the Art: A look into why Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark was scary as a kid and is so oddly charming as an adult

Found some comments hating on Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark because, despite the Stephen Gammell art, the stories themselves are "all hokey basic urban legends".

To me, that's why I loved this series and why I think it was affective childhood horror.

The "pale woman" story about the beady-eyed swollen looking lady would haunt my dreams...and yet, if you remember the story she's actually not a threat she's the one who's warning the protagonist to get out of the hotel they're in. Whatever was going on in that hotel, she wasn't the scariest part of it and that's what worked about that one- though I was still too scared to read her story in fear of looking at her as a kid.

It's what made the stories that are morbid-fun campfire jokes feel more uncanny ("Hearse Song", "The Viper"), and what made the basic-simple urban legends all the more meaningful when they let your mind fill in the blanks after the picture/using the picture as a jumping off point ("The Big Toe", "The Liver", "The Bride"). An important aspect of horror/children's horror, I think, is to ground you in the reality of how innocent things can be used for evil and also how things that look scary aren't ACTUALLY evil, like the pale lady is in her story.

This is best illustrated in Alvin Schwartz's earlier scary story collection In a Dark, Dark Room. Before he and Gammell did Scary Stories, Alvin's collection here was a good concise list of basic campfire stories, but they didn't have that extra bite to them- a bite needed and finally sold home with the literally graphic art of Gammell.

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark was used by my sister and I exactly as how it was advertised- and that was telling it to scare each other and our cousins on vacation and see how long we could go before we'd get the heebie jeebies on a dark ride home or at night when we were supposed to be in bed. The lasting impact of these urban legends/folklore regurgitations matters not because they are inherent classics but in how and when their told to you in that early stage of life. The uncanny, nasty but sometimes harmless monsters and creatures of Gammell's art helped bring these stories to wicked life while the stories' matter-of-fact reciting kept the images in your mind all the more. A nightmare of symmetry.

[beware-of-pity]

Just before tonight's episode airs, I wanted to get out of the way some of the little thoughts that still wander my head from last Sunday's one. I know this post will hold little to no meaning or significance after the episode airs, because it could probably completely change the trajectory of where the relationship between Rhaenyra and Jacaerys stands seeing as we already got teased a conversation with these two, but there was something that did bother me about how they choose to portray these two th last episode that I feel the need to talk about it.

I really, really, cannot get down to what they want to do with the dynamic with these two. I really do not understand where Jacaerys and Rhaenyra's relationship is heading as of last Sunday's episode. While it seems like they can have moments where they communicate and understand what they're both feeling and going through, most of the time these two are on screen they do nothing but misunderstand and be angry at each other.

Rhaenyra treats Jacaerys just like how Viserys treated her under Otto's influence, as seen in episode two of the first season. She ignores him, doesn't listen to his suggestions except for when she's on board with them, and shuts him down at every turn- and yet she deliberately tells Mysaria that Jacaerys is rebelling against her, a feeling that showrunners like Sara Hess back up as the truth of the matter.

And all I can do while watching all of this unfold is ask myself if I've either lost the plot of what's in front of me or if I'm just not seeing what the showrunners want me to see. All I've been seeing for the past six episodes is an inactive Rhaenyra being angry at her council for.... something I'm still not exactly sure about. I understand, her, feeling diminished and put down and perhaps still not being taken seriously as a woman in a room full of men but every time there's a council scene and Rhaenyra is in it, I can kind of also understand why she's still not being taken seriously. Every time she recoils with uncertainty because she does not know what to do, how to retaliate, or how to get her faction back on her feet, her mind leads her to what she knows best, participate with Syrax. When she's told that her getting on her dragon and becoming an active participant in the war is a bad idea, she scoffs and becomes annoyed because she doesn't know any better. Rhaenyra doesn't know what to do because with the little education she was given by her father battling a civil war with her half-brother was certainly not on the curriculum. And while I wouldn't blame young Rhaenyra for not knowing better, adult Rhaenyra should have certainly foreseen that her ascension to the throne would have been challenged, challenged enough that a dragon war breaking out would have been on the cards that she would have to, one day, play.

This hesitation is what costed her rook's rest. Had she already started cooping up the men-at-arms of the houses whose support she had on her side, she could have had the means to face Cole with an army. But the writers were literally obsessed with turning Rhaenyra into another version of Viserys, that instead of us getting the Rhaenyra that's grieving and wanting to avenge the death of both Luke and Visenya, we got the Rhaenyra who doesn't even mention the death of her only daughter, the one she was desperately dreaming of, not even once and treats the death of her son as something of a matter of fact, something that happened that we have to get over with, something that the show almost wants us to believe Lucerys either deserved or had it coming for him. Something that will not have anyone mention the faults of Aemond's intention and doing, with him not even once being called or denominated as a Kinslayer, while he actually goes down in history as being the prime epitome of said act.

Jacaerys feels virtually and emotionally alone, there is no other way to put this. His half-sister and cousin, as well as his three little brothers, were sent off for their own good and the only person that he feels comfortable enough to open himself up to is Baela, but even he understands that he cannot put and vent all of his feeling and frustration on her. He knows he cannot burden other people with the things he shouldn't even have to go through. The person he has ever felt closest to, both in age and in as a human being is now gone, and he cannot even let himself properly grieve him because of the war he now has to put himself to the bone for. The person he openly seeks out to consolidate and ground himself is his mother, the only other person who can feel his pain to the fullest and because of everything going on Rhaenyra cannot see what Jacaery wants in her in those times he tries to seek her out. And it's both tragic and makes you want to bash your skull on the nearest wall available at the same time.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for agreeing to be a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding even though I think she's making a huge mistake?

(Emojis so I recognize it 👰‍♀️💍🤵)

So my (24F) cousin Anna (21F) got engaged at the start of December. This was really surprising to me because the last time I saw her at Thanksgiving she was just starting to get back into dating via tinder after a couple bad breakups, and she wasn't actively seeing anyone yet. When I got home for Christmas break, my mother told me that Anna had gotten engaged to and moved in with her new boyfriend, Evan (~22/23M), an army guy she'd met three weeks before and that no one but her immediate family had even met yet.

Our family has always been pretty close, and this was concerning for a lot of reasons. 1) she literally just had a nasty breakup with her rebound boyfriend after a nasty breakup with her last long-term relationship, making this guy her 4th serious boyfriend this year, 2) she historically has very bad taste in men, every boyfriend she has ever had had treated her horribly and she ties her entire self-worth up into how her boyfriend sees her so she's literally never been single for more than a couple weeks since high school, 3) her older sister (28F) literally just left a 13 year abusive relationship with the guy who started grooming her when she was 15 and he was 28, 4) the groom is about to ship out for a 9 month deployment a month after their March wedding and military men are notorious for cheating or divorcing on long deployments, 5) she wants her dream wedding in March (giving us only 2 months to plan and fundraise), despite her parents already being in tight financial straits bc they started building a house right before unexpectedly needing to take in and help provide for their eldest daughter and her two kids and both my grandparents (who live with them) having sudden drops in their health to the point where my grandfather probably will pass in the next couple months and my grandmother could pass at any time (though tbf, were pretty sure no one has told Anna this since my grandparents don't want to scare her and her mom's in denial).

I also just really don't like the groom bc the one time I met him he made a ton of racist and homophobic jokes despite there being multiple black and queer family members present, but if that were the only thing I could probably bite my tongue since I don't think that's something that bothers her or anyone else in the family. I'm just really worried about her, since it seems like she's been going through something for a while and I know how hard this is on my whole family, especially my grandparents, since we all are really scared about what's going to happen to her if things go wrong and considering the circumstances, that's a good chance this will go wrong.

I want to make it clear, I do really want this to work out for her. She's head over heels in love and he seems to care about her too. I just don't expect it to go well and I've said as much to anyone who asked how I feel about it.

Here's where I could be the asshole: Anna's really having a hard time with the entire family telling her this is a bad and impulsive idea, feeling like everyone who has a problem with it isn't supporting her. She called and asked me to be a bridesmaid, specifically because "you've always looked out for and supported me even when no one else did, so I really want you to be my bridesmaid." I told her I would love to be there and support her however she wanted me to, and I fully intend to be the best bridesmaid I can be because I want this to be a happy memory for her and to take as much stress off her and her parents as possible. But now she thinks I support this marriage when I definitely don't and have been open about that with both our moms as well as her sister (the maid of honor), my SIL (also a bridesmaid), and my brother (a groomsman), all of whom are in the same boat.

So, am I the asshole for agreeing to be my cousin's bridesmaid while thinking she's making a big mistake?

What are these acronyms?

[fraudulent-cheese]

For the ramble prompts, 1. And 7

You're very lucky as i actually have access to my computer currently!!!

I'll pick 7, as i've already seen some people point out the differences between the twins but NO Staci analysis posts!

So. Staci. What the fuck is up with her. Why did she think lying about her family on a consistent basis and not helping in challenges would work? How exactly did that make her think it was the best she could do, to the point she thought she "was doing so well" (quoting her at her own elimination) after that first day?

I think Staci's goal while on the show was to win via social game - or at least, make friends on the show. Her lying could be due to either 1. wanting attention from them, so she started making shit up to make herself look more important or 2. she actually believes what she says and just wants to impress people with her family history. I don't think i can conclusively say which one canon's leaning into? Realistically, her exaggerating her family's achievements is the more likely option, but her actually believing them would be more tragic.

HOWEVER. Just looking at her one episode of content + her audition tape isn't enough. We need to look at her contestant biography.

YEAH IM GOING THERE! If you weren't aware, for the first 5 (6?) seasons of TD as well as TDRR, there were official biographies for every contestant depending on the season, all of which were available on the official (now defunct) Total Drama Website. I'd consider the information featured in all but two of these biographies canon, as they either came from the official website (ROTI + WT), the Teletoon site (TDAS + TDPI) or from Total Drama: Totally Interactive! Im unsure about the canonicity of the Action bios and the TDRR blurbs (because yeah. they're just blurbs. sad.) as they were released only on Cartoon Network's site and the Action bios have... inconsistencies with other sources, let's say.

Thankfully, Staci was lucky enough to be a gen 2 contestant, so she gets the most detailed contestant answers biography model, so i can get alooot more info out of them.

I'll get the smaller observations out first:

In her last answer, she mentions her great-great-aunt Mildred and how she "told the first lie." I could look into how this could be Staci's least favorite relative (as she does seem to value truth/honesty), but also what if that's Blaineley? Her legal name's Mildred after all! It would be really funny! We need more "Staci and her great aunt Mildred" content STAT

She seems to really like pop music

The only answer not related to lying or to her family is the First Job question, instead it's foreshadowing to her elimination

Now, for a larger one: She barely talks about herself in these answers. Sure, she answers the questions, but she spends the vast majority of her time talking about her family instead. She manages to link the fucking Favorite Color and Food question to them! Her love of her family is made very clear here. Knowing about them is literally what she picks out as her Best Quality!

...but only her distant relatives. No mention of closer grandparents, sisters, nephews/nieces, aunts/uncles, and only a single indirect mention of a mother. Only distant, mostly older family members and cousins. And she had to have met some of them! Her Craziest Dream answer describes a dream where her great-great-uncle Charlie was telling her lies, implying they've met and talked before! So where's the mention of her closer family members?

I'd say it's because if those family members are further away, or if they're dead, it's harder to fact-check what she's saying so her peers wouldn't find out it's at best an exaggeration and at worst an outright lie.

I think the answers that show this the most well are the Best Memory and Most Embarrassing School Moment, her presentation on an older family member and realizing the topic was a lie.

This feels like something that would happen earlier in life to me? Maybe primary school level, or even earlier. If she made her entire class project on it, she had to believe in it, right? Despite how absurd that notion is! This indicates to me that Staci was/is very naive, and her love for her family started in childhood. She seems very interested in her own family's history, to the point of exaggerating their accomplishments; maybe her great-great-aunt Lois created a plate design patent or her Great-great-uncle Jason simply looked into the history of the letter E, so either Staci exaggerated them to seem more interesting, or her family members would exaggerate these achievements at family reunions as jokes or something and little Staci just believed them.

Im also unsure on her family being good or not... her Dream Date answer is apparently Richard Nixon because she'd want to learn more about his life, specifically citing that he "reminds [her] of [her] third cousin once removed, Andrew." If you know anything about recent US political history, that is not a good thing. This also shows she has some interest in politics/recent history/other people's lives! This girl does have interests!!!

And this is where i bring up the Favorite Movie answer. The movie it's based on, according to the wiki, is "The Invention of Lying", a 2009 movie. skimming the Wikipedia article, it's a romantic comedy film about a guy with the ability to lie in a world where people can only tell the truth. He first abuses this power for selfish gain but in the romantic resolution decides to not lie to benefit himself and lets his love interest actually choose to be with him.

I think the reason why Staci likes this movie so much is the romantic resolution; this is what she'd want to happen if/when she'd reveal how her family's achievements are either fake or exaggerated to her friends, and they would stay. That she'd get people interested in her with those lies, before actually being honest with them when they're closer... But it never happened with anyone on the show.

TLDR, i need this girl to realise she doesn't need to lie so much about her family for others to like her, as hiding behind masks won't get you any real friends. Something that applies to the majority of the roti girls, actually.

[throneofsapphics]

you really eat up every feysand fic you do, they’re sooo good!! do you think I can request one where it’s feysand x reader and reader gets assaulted by her ex when she’s walking the streets of velaris and she gets home and is in shock. Feysand immediately smells him on reader and they literally murder him. i’m literally projecting it’s ok if you don’t want to write this🖤

taking care of it 

Feysand x Reader

Summary: “We’ll take care of this,” Feyre told her, her voice gentle but she could sense the rage boiling beneath her skin - and Rhys’s. She’s glad they didn’t reach out to touch her. Y/n’s not sure if she could handle that right now.

Warnings: sexual assault, injuries, death blood, panic attack. these are heavy themes, please be cautious of the warnings

A/N: ah you’re so kind, thank you for the request, this was healing to write & for everyone who's been through something similar, you're not alone

She came in, hair tousled, lip busted, and a black eye forming. The events of the last hour rattled her. She’d barely gotten away. Nothing mattered to her now, only getting in the bath and washing his stench away. Washing away the blood dripping from her cut, burning these clothes, and sleeping. Maybe if she slept, she’d wake up to find it was a nightmare. 

She pushed the door open slowly, hoping to slip inside. 

-

Rhys heard the door open, the soft footsteps slipping in. Something was off … wrong. He met her in the hallways, Feyre closely behind him. 

His eyes took in every inch of her - the torn clothing, bruises, blood, the hollow look in her eyes and that scent … he knows that. On instinct, he slipped into her mind. 

A punch struck his - no y/n’s face, her head slamming against the brick wall behind her, an enraged male in front of her, he tore at her shirt, one fist in her hair. A commotion sounded from the other end of the alley, and she took her change, bolting and not looking back. 

Her eyes were wide when he came back out, and lined with tears. 

Rage filled him. Pure, unfiltered rage. “Mor,” he reached out to her, knowing she’s in Velaris. “I need you here. Now.” 

His cousin appeared moments later. One look at y/n, and she nodded, “do what you need to. I’ll take care of her.” 

-

“We’ll take care of this,” Feyre told her, her voice gentle but she could sense the rage boiling beneath her skin - and Rhys’s. She’s glad they didn’t reach out to touch her. Y/n’s not sure if she could handle that right now.

Mor guided her up the stairs, to the bath, and gave her some privacy - without leaving her side. 

“Can I heal these?” She asked with a soft voice, motioning to her bruised face. 

She gave a quick nod, and the female quickly took care of the small injuries. Mor didn’t leave her side the entire night, handing her water and some food, keeping watch in the chair next to her as she drifted to sleep. A tonic prevented any dreams or nightmares. 

-

It didn’t take them long to find the male - and find him bragging. 

He went straight to Hewn City, to the lowest levels - ones where enemies never left alive. Rhys and Feyre didn’t waste any time making sure he had a slow and painful death. After, it was time to feed the monsters living beneath. 

-

When she woke, Mor was gone. Rhys and Feyre were in the room with her. “You’ll never have to worry about him again, darling.” Rhys promised. 

She forced a half-smile on her face and a thank you from her lips. 

“I want to …” her voice trailed, her head pounding as the memories flooded back through her. Of what happened the night before. Her heart raced, breaths coming shallow and fast. 

A gentle caress against her mind helped her breathe, helped her bring her heart rate back down. 

She flinched as the mattress shifted, but it was Feyre. Just Feyre. She forced herself to exhale slowly, calmly. Her hand extended, there for her to take if she wanted to. Y/n eyed it warily for a minute, but slid her hand into Feyre’s. Her thumb ran soothing strokes over her knuckles. “We’re here my love, we’re both here,” she murmured, and y/n managed to drift into a peaceful sleep. 

[meadowziplines]

First Sentence Tag Game

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

tagged by @lenreli :)

tagging whoever wants to do it ~

these are all Sandman and Dreamling fics unless otherwise noted! Starting with the most recent fic. Mind the work tags if you click, etc.

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1. sinking as the light wind lives or dies

Dream's starling wings hurt. They always do. He has not told anyone about the dizzy spells, because it won't change anything. He is fine. There is nothing wrong with him, or rather, most of him is wrong and he is never enough, so there is nothing happening. 

2. which the waves draw back (October Daye series)

Diva wears her heart on her sleeve. She can't help it. Her mother's cantankerous, sad, and moody; Cousin Annie is a little wistful and melancholic even when she smiles and has a gift for Diva.

3. nephrolithiasis

Dream hugged his side with one arm, which burned with pain, slumping against the toilet. Dizzily, he grasped the edge with his free hand.

4. dust between the stars

The Endless are the wildly disparate children of two beings worshipped as gods in several cultures: a being composed of vast sky and stars, giving an entire solar system their night skies, and a being who exists out of time with the ability to manipulate it at will.

5. one last glimpse of grace

If Dream hadn't turned, the knife would have stabbed him literally in the back. Well. Not the knife. Cori would have. His Cori, though maybe Dream should have seen it coming.

6. a prickling sensation of doom (Gen)

"Ow!" Dream yelped, swatting at the bumblebee that had landed on his arm and stung him. It hurt – a sharp, pricking sensation even as the bee flew away, leaving Dream to stare at the small mark. He shrugged and continued on to the picnic in the park.

7. tooth and claw

The cellar is dank, dark enough that Dream's night vision is having difficulty. Though that might also be from beatings and blood loss. Hob came for him, but now Burgess has captured Hob. But Burgess doesn't know Hob's a vampire. Oh, he knows Dream's a werecat and sorcerer, but he thinks Hob is just an ordinary human. It'll be his fatal mistake. 

8. my love is there for you (any time of day)

Dream leaned over the toilet, half expecting to vomit, but nothing came out; with a groan he slumped back down, hand over his queasy stomach. His elbow knocked into the toilet paper stand and it fell over with a clatter. 

9. starlings in winter (Dream/Jessamy)

Dream closed his eyes, breathing as evenly as possible through the pain, and opened them again. "Come in," he called.  "Hey, Boss, I have the latest copy on the smaller grant applications – are you okay?" Matthew paused in the doorway.

10. a wave not quite sky or sea (October Daye series)

Gillian's life is pockmarked with what ifs. She wonders if her biological mother, Toby, would have accepted her. Maybe it is better that Toby had left for other reasons already. That when she came back, knocking on the door, she never saw who Gillian became.

[adhd-merlin]

@gellavonhamster asked me to share my thoughts about John Erskine's Tristan and Isolde when I finished it, so here they are – though they're not particularly interesting – in a stream-of-consciousness format (I just wanted to write them down before I forget what happens in the book. Because I will forget.)

I need to preface my comments by saying I've actually not read any of the medieval sources about Tristan and Isolde, so I can't really compare these characters to any of the "canon" versions. I mean, I broadly knew what happens in the best-known version of their story – the love potion, the affair, their tragic death – but not much more than this. So I don't know how much of their personality and characterisation can be traced back to Arthurian texts. But I can't say I particularly liked either of them. As in, I couldn't feel much sympathy towards them.

Tristan was such a fun character, I was so prepared to love him, actually. He's bold, brazen and funny; even when he had already lost my sympathy some of his lines made me laugh (the way he returned Phenice to her husband and told him that he had sex with her but that it didn’t count? lol).

I can see how a woman would fall for him. What I cannot understand is why she would remain obsessed with him after he promised to be faithful and then went and had sex with another woman just to prove a point. How did he put it? "It was one of those things which just has to be done", or something? Had it been a momentary fancy I would've been a little sympathetic, but he didn't even like the woman! He only did it to spite her husband and his uncle. And when he told Isolde "A man is a man"? Oh my God. I would have slapped him.

It's not even a matter of "morality" because I've liked characters who've done more questionable stuff, but he literally didn't have to do any of that. Why are you doing this to the woman you proclaim to love, I don't get it??

I found Isolde just as infuriating because 1) she just took it, and 2) she didn't care about anything or anyone besides her precious Tristan. Telling Brangain she knew nothing about love after she slept with Mark so that Isolde wouldn't have to was so unbelievably insensitive and out of touch. Literally jaw-dropping moment for me.

In short, both Tristan and Isolde were so self-absorbed and selfish that they were frustrating to read, and at some point I was like, "Okay, you two deserve each other. Please run away together and never involve anyone else in whatever the two of you have going on."

Had it been the effect of a love potion, I would've understood, but no! They chose to be like that.

I liked Brangain, and although I'd like to say she was the only sensible person in the story, she's exactly the same brand of crazy as her cousin and she told Palamade as much. But I liked her gentle teasing of Palamade and how perceptive and kind she was.

I loved Palamade. A gentle soul in love with the idea of love. An idealist dreaming of forests in the desert. (I liked the forests vs sea motif – at least I think there was a motif, though I only picked up on it towards the end – the forest as Palamade's quieter, more reflective side and the sea as the more passionate side of his nature).

I thought the story dragged on a bit at some point after Palamade got to Mark's castle, but I'm not sure how much of it was due to the pacing and how much to me getting distracted and putting the book aside for a while. I understand Palamade being passive and refusing to act on his feelings was kind of the point, but at some point I was just itching for him to do something.

The ending felt very abrupt. I don't even hate stories with an open ending, generally speaking, but after building all the tension between Brangain and Palamede I would have loved to see a final confrontation between them. I get it, we're free to imagine whatever ending we like for them (incidentally, I think a happy one would be unlikely) but still, I would have liked to get a taste of it.

I did not dislike the book, however! I like John Erskine's writing, I think he's great at characterisation and I adore his dialogue. I don't think there was an exchange in this book I didn't like (my feelings towards certain characters notwithstanding), and in fact I was disappointed that there weren't more interactions between Palamade and Isolde or Palamade and Tristan. Especially since Palamade and Tristan were narrative foils, it would've been great to have a few more scenes with the two of them together.

Another thing I love about Erskine's writing is the humour that underlines most of the story. I felt like he was smiling at his characters' antics all along, but with a certain fondness, never in a mocking or patronising way – like, "Look at them, aren't humans silly sometimes?"

The humour was also what I loved about his novel about Galahad, which overall I liked better, possibly because it focused on characters I cared more about (there's even a bit of Gawain in it!). I won't spoil it if you haven't read it, but Bors encounter with Bromel was hilarious; Elaine was delightful, in an insane kind of way, and Guinevere was also fascinating. So I'd recommend that too to anyone who's not read it – though the title is a bit misleading as the novel focuses mostly on Lancelot and Guinevere.

[hana-no-seiiki]

YAN! REINCARNATING LOVE INTEREST x READER ( ft. YAN! REINCARNATING LOVE RIVAL + YAN! SECOND LEAD BRAINROT / CONCEPT )

I legitimately could not stomach waking up and separating from this wild dream I had about this so…

These ocs have already been posted about before I just haven’t given them appearances and tbh I didn’t like Yan! Love Interest that much before but seeing as how HOT he is in my dreams I’m just like 🙇🏻‍♂️ my apologies have this post dedicated to you king

warnings: mentions of prostitution, classicism, elitism, aliens, mentions of seggs.

this post is for readers 16 and above, otherwise dni

In this scenario we have YAN! LOVE INTEREST. He’s loved you since time immemorial. He has lost all sense of affection for the world and everything in it since he was trapped in this wicked cycle. That is, everything but you.

You held no memories of your past lives and thus changed quite a lot in the ones that followed but even then he fell hard each time.

The lives I remember from my dreams are as follows:

LIFE NUMERO UNO

YAN ! LOVE INTEREST is head over heels for you. It’s been a few lives since he started remembering everything that happened before as such he’s still not as yan as he currently is.

This is set around “ancient japan” but like anime/genshin ancient japan cause he has pink hair and the prettiest ruby eyes I’m-

Anyways he’s arranged to marry his cousin who happens to be YAN! LOVE RIVAL. She’s also super pretty but unfortunately does not retain her memories like he does.

In my dreams he gets drunk, flirts with her and ends up biting her lips while he has her underneath him. YAN! LOVE RIVAL is just relieved he’s starting to move on from you but oop what does he whisper in her ears? Your name.

(Note: After this incident, YAN! LOVE INTEREST now never gets drunk without your or trusty YAN! SECOND LEAD presence around to anchor him. That and he doesn’t drink that often anymore since stalking you has become a much more uh- fulfilling vice)

Furious she goes over to your residence and you come from a new money sort of family which impressed her since she thought you’d be some pretty peasant or ‘hostess’ from a ditch somewhere.

And when she sees you she’s just like “God damn.” (for some reason her exchange with you went down in Korean in my dream-)

In that life you were a refined lady. Literally everything she idolized in YAN! LOVE INTEREST, but better. You carried yourself with such elegance and had a such an entrancing temperament that she immediate forgets what she was angry about. Also YAN! LOVE RIVAL is a bit of a face con so you bet she thought you were beautiful af.

…

You two end up fucking like animals that it alerts the entire noble world. Eventually leading to your execution.

From that life onward YAN! LOVE INTEREST swore to enact vengeance on all of YAN! LOVE RIVAL’s lives for your sake. Not knowing his family is the reason you died in the first place ( and. yan! love rival did her best to save you )

LIFE NUMERO DOS

This life is set in highschool (ish) where you and YAN! LOVE INTEREST have recently broken up due to rumors of him cheating on you arising. At least that’s what you told him. The truth was that you learnt he was getting married to YAN! LOVE RIVAL and decided you weren’t going to be part of this drama like at all.

In this life you don’t interact much with the YANs because oh shit aliens have invaded and now you’re in a survival game.

Told ya this dream was wild.

Anyways this life follows the typical Infinite Flow/Quick Transmigration format and has you traveling different universes to accrue points and well, survive.

While you’re out here suffering, YAN! LOVE INTEREST just immediately gets an S-rank due to his reincarnations and memories. You learn to hug the golden thigh and got back with him solely for the sake of staying alive.

Once you got to the same ranking as him you dump him to get with SECOND LEAD.

You underestimated how petty this man could be so in a last ditch attempt to have you in the end, YAN! LOVE INTEREST turns back time with the help of YAN! LOVE RIVAL to make you pay.

BUT THE PLOT THICKENS AS YOU DONT LOSE YOUR MEMORIES AFTER THE TIME REVERSAL.

AND IT’S JUST MIND GAMES AFTER MIND GAMES.

Anyways to HEAD-CANNONS !

Each character could look vastly different in each life but have identifiers you can point out from em. YAN! LOVE INTEREST always has red eyes that glow when he has menacing plans. They’re also unlike my other yan! oc eve are hella blank. super flat, reminiscent of kafka’s eyes in the opening of HSR. Also he’s usually a short king.

YAN! LOVE RIVAL always has purple/pink eyes. Is usually femme and has wavy hair. In comparison to LOVE INTEREST’s eyes, hers are always sparkly and full of life.

YAN! SECOND LEAD has blue eyes reminiscent of the sky. Fashion icon. You’ll never see him in crappy drip.

You can also pretty much identify them from their personalities. YAN! LOVE INTEREST is super flirty, often hypersexual and horny. He’s the most sadistic bitch I’ve ever written. He yearns for blood as much as he yearns to fuck you.

YAN! LOVE RIVAL is prissy, entitled and deliciously cruel. Somehow is always rich in every life, whether it’s new, old or lucky money.

YAN! SECOND LEAD is a clean freak. He usually either hates you at first or is indifferent. There’s actually a life where YAN! LOVE INTEREST confused him for you, and this led to YAN! LOVE INTEREST literally selling you to prostitution. SECOND LEAD saved your ass and you end up living happily together for the rest of that life as LOVE INTEREST was too busy dying out of guilt.

YAN! SECOND LEAD’s danger as a yandere mostly stems from how subtle it is. Manipulation king. Sometimes he doesn’t even know it, but he’s already making you hate the other two and come to him for comfort.

Have I mentioned how cute YAN! LOVE INTEREST is? He genuinely loves you to the moon and beyond, but because of the reincarnations he’d slowly gone insane. Your early lives together were diabetes inducingly cute. Mostly of him shirking his responsibility to be with you. If this post goes well I’m definitely drawing these three god im horknee for this man.

But for some reason despite literally having lives of experience fucking you (and him) as every gender/sex somehow YAN! LOVE RIVAL is the most physically compatible with you.

Honestly, if these three set aside their differences they’d make a great poly relationship with you. Unfortunately they hate each other too much for that to happen 😭

[dreamwritesimagines]

I just had a nap and dreamed this so bear with me. A HC where there's a meeting going on so Bucky is at her house (in my head, Bucky, Steve's territory are the closest to her father's so they tend to stick together and meetings take place at his house because her father is the oldest of the three) and she needs Ian to think she's only hooking up with Bucky, like he suspects she's plotting with him to take him down and she's a petty bitch that's just like 'how dare you be right about me' so she takes Bucky into her room and immediately starts making out with him and he is into it, of course, but also totally confused.

"Shit- Hi."

"Yeah, hey. Get on the bed and take off your shirt."

"Okay," his shirt already halfway past his head. "Wait a minute, what's happening?"

"I'll explain later," she climbs into his lap, ignoring his choked noise and threading her fingers in his hair. "I just need you to cooperate on this one, okay?"

"You can do whatever you want-" he stops when she bites his lip and rolls her hips against his. "Is this- fuck, baby. Does this mean you're saying yes?"

"Yes to what?," she looks at the door she very deliberately left open. Maybe if she unbuttons his pants her idiot cousin might show up faster, it always was the case based on the stories Becca told her about walking in on her brother and some girl.

"Huh? Yes to my proposal-"

Then Ian walks by and sees them.

OMG OMG OMG-😱❤️

HONEEEEY!😍😍😍

This is absolutely genius and amazing and aaaaaaa I love it so so much! 😍 I can literally see this scene and it needs to happen in the story and I'm so gonna fangirl over you, just-

So first of all, definitely yes! I feel like Charm's father's territory is very close to theirs as well, that's also how they were in each other's house all the time while growing up 😁 And also, making Ian think she's only hooking up with Bucky makes so much sense! ❤️ They need to make their plans subtle 😏

"Okay," his shirt already halfway past his head. "Wait a minute, what's happening?" ASDFGHJKL I can almost hear this 😂 The blood was not going to his upstairs head, that's for sure 😏

"I'll explain later," Charm honey he's going to think you're going off to your honeymoon after this! 😂

"You can do whatever you want-" HELP, THIS LINE IS SO 😍

"Yes to what?," The fact that they both have completely different things in mind about what's happening, I can't stop giggling 😂

"Huh? Yes to my proposal-" Bucky still has one braincell left during all that and it's all about their marriage 😁

Darling I just- this is so amaziiiiing! ❤️ You're so so talented, I will reread this so many times! 😍

Lollll oh once Ian sees them, he would definitely go like,

"Ugh, get a room!"

"We are in a room!"

"Maybe bother closing the door then-"

"Go away!"

"Barnes, you're expected downstairs for the meeting-"

"Ian, if you don't leave right now, I will fucking shoot you. I don't care what it does to the truce."

And then Ian would leave and Charm would get off, then fix her dress and while Bucky is still in a haze, she'd be like;

"That was great, thanks a lot. You can leave now."

"Wha-?"

"You have a meeting, you heard him."

"I don't care about the meeting, what just happened?"

"I had a plan and you helped me out."

"We can uh- you know, we can continue with the plan-"

"No need, I'll see you later."

[sebastianstansqueen]

Lost In The Shadows: Part Two

A/N: I literally suck at author notes, I felt like it was really soon to put this up but I probably wouldn't have had the time this week at any other point to post so here we go, also I'm working on another one-shot and that should be coming out soon and it's my birthday this Friday so yeah that's whats going on right now, hope you guys have a good rest of your weeks as well! If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,777

Warnings:  Angst, drinking, mentions of death but I think that is all actually

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Y/n and James had met days ago, to discuss what he wanted to get in order, first being he had room in the garage to work on his black 1973 Plymouth ’Cuda, she agreed, she wasn’t going to argue about garage space that she herself didn’t use, then again she would have agreed to just about anything James asked because if James had straight away said no, she wouldn’t have probably taken it as an answer. She sat in bed late one night as she slowly sipped on a dark red wine as she watched a movie that came out when she was a teenager, her phone began to ring, she looked at the time it was one in the morning, who would be calling her? She thought to herself, she looked at it seeing it was her cousin, Peggy, she smiled to herself before answering it. “Hello?” She asked after putting the device on speaker. 

“Y/n, did I wake you?” She asked with concern, lacing her voice. 

Y/n sighed with light tiredness. “No, I was watching something.”

“Huh, I heard that you plan to marry again, are you sure it's the right time, it feels kinda quick.” Peggy had a right to be concerned it was Y/n’s image to the other family’s on the line sure her name could provoke fear now, but just above a year ago she was seen as the meek Mrs.Field, after her husband's death they saw how she completely fixed the flaws with in her fathers business and they also saw she wasn’t scared to take on or even kill a man. 

“It’s fine, Peggy, James is nice.” She said not supper confidently, she moved off the bed her body hidden only with a dark red and black robe the thin silk belt had slowly undid and it gave her a glance at her body as she walked into the bathroom, she saw scars on her abdomen that were form when she was a child and others were even from last year, she winced she un-did the robe and started the shower. “I’m doing this mainly because it looks good if I have a husband, James, stepped down from being the head of his family so he clearly doesn't want anything to do with the mafia and I won’t make him, as long as he and I go to the parties, besides i’ve seen him at them before.”

“I know, but I just want you to be making the best decisions for you Y/n, you're my cousin I’ll be by your side no matter what.” She said softly, Y/n sighed and ended the call, she shook her head, Peggy and her got along fairly well, it’s just Peggy tended to ignore Y/n when she actually did need help, when they were kids and Y/n’s family went back over to England to celebrate Christmas, Peggy called her a liar when she tried opening up about her own father abusing her. Y/n shook her head, wanting to quickly finish up the shower and get to bed. She had asked Bucky what he wanted to do wedding wise, he told her that he wanted what she wanted, again she shook her head, the wedding she wanted was reserved for someone special not a business proposition that she made, but at last she wanted to make this her final marriage, so she’d give herself the dream wedding. 

Bucky sat in his presidential suite, trying to figure out how to get all his stuff from Indiana to New York, he also processing the thought of getting married, and Steve was there to help quell his anxieties over this decision. “I don’t even know her, Steve, I don’t know why I agreed.” He had been drinking and decently so. 

“Thomas did use it as his big IOU for marrying Jessica and then taking the family business over which unlike you he wasn’t trained for.” Steve saw both sides of the situation, he understood why Bucky didn’t want to but also had to do this. 

Bucky rolled his eyes and all of that was true. “I know, I know, I know, I have no place to actually be mad at him, but I can be grumpy, I don’t think Y/n will care either way, she’s not shown any emotion towards anything since meeting her. I think I'm gonna take a walk, I’ll call you if something comes up.” Bucky pulled on his leather jacket before leaving. 

As Bucky walked through the dark and still busy streets of late night New York, this was his home once again, and he still preferred Indiana to it. As he walked past bustling bars and clubs that were blasting music or had people cheering for a sports team could be heard from the sidewalk. Eventually as he was tempted into one he walked into a building with a large neon light of blue fire and the name ‘Inferno’ in large white, slim cursive writing. After waiting in a decent length line, he flashed his ID and was allowed in through the class doors, with silver door handles. He walked up to the large bar, it was very nice with large mirror shelves holding years of old along with new alcohols. 

A woman with fiery red hair walked up with a pretty smile. “How can I help you?” She asked, grabbing out a glass. 

“The best you got, price doesn't really matter.” He said as he sat at one of the nice clear plastic stools. 

Y/n stood in The VIP lounge of the club she began building a year ago. It opened just a month ago and she was proud. Inferno was her baby, and she truly enjoyed her time while there. Her eyes glanced towards the bar, it was made with thick and hard to break glass, along with shining blue lights around it that lit the room, along with the tall mirrored shelves that the higher up the shelf someone would look the older the drink was.

 Natasha was a friend of Y/n’s, her eye’s followed as Natasha walked out with what seemed to be some of the nicest stuff she had supplied at the club, Don Julio 1942 Anejo Tequila , who would have ordered it that piqued her interest. She felt a tap on her shoulder. “What are you staring at?” Wanda asked with a smirk. 

“You and I are the only people who order Don Julio 1942, so who else would let alone someone sitting at the bar.” Y/n pointed out, that was a thirty dollar cup Y/n noted as she watched Natasha pour it for a man, Natasha’s eyes met Y/n’s. In a few moments Natasha was walking to her.

“Why are you staring me down?” Natasha asked as she sat down the bottle of Tequila, for Y/n and Wanda. 

Y/n picked up the tall glass bottle. “Who was ordering this at the bar?” 

Natasha sat down next to her. “Some guy, I don’t know? I just put on a smile and sell people alcohol.” She said bluntly towards her friends. “You want to find out, go down there yourself.” Natasha got up from the spot she had taken on the nice gray velvet cushion next to Y/n, and went back to the bar. 

Y/n already had enough drinks that her mind wasn’t as straight and narrow as usual, so she grabbed the narrow neck of the elongated bottle and made her way over. She walked up to the bar putting the bottle down and here is when the drinks that made her more relaxed completely left her system in a second, James was the man, she began to turn and leave, but she’d already caught his attention without realizing it. 

Bucky stood when he saw Y/n clear as day next to the bar just a few places away from him he took her in and she wore a blue-green dress that had a slight under her breast, her dark hair complemented it along with her strappy heels, she quickly turned and began to walk away. Bucky began to follow her, when he was stopped by a security guard. Now Bucky usually wouldn’t use his last name to get into places, but Y/n would have been drinking a bit more than just casual this time, and he wanted to know something. “I don’t think you understand, I’m James Barnes.” He slid out his ID again and the bodyguard looked it over and quickly undid the velvet rope. Bucky walked up the silver stairs that reflected the ceiling, into the area that was draped with light blue, white and gray tool fabric keeping the part of the club fairly disclosed, he could see the area where a table was surrounded by multiple gray velvet seating benches. 

Y/n was huddled with a girl on one of the benches, as they whispered there were a few other people on the seating sprawled out and other people were scattered about the room talking. There was a tray of shot glasses and he grabbed two before walking up to Y/n, she cut off what she was saying to the woman sitting next to her when she saw him walking up, she began to stand to probably leave for the night this time. “Y/n, don’t.” He said, stepping closer towards her. 

“Mr. Barnes, what can I do for you?” She asked, regaining her cold demeanor and voice, she still held a small clutch readying her leave still. 

Bucky’s head hung for a moment but he regained his own composure. “Nothing, clearly, this is just business.”

Y/n was confused by the sadness in his voice, he knew this was business, was he wanting more than that? She thought to herself, her brows furrowed which was cracking her own composure. “You don’t want it to be?” She said in confusion, her voice that when usually talking to James was devoid of emotion. 

“Preferably not. But if that's what you want, whatever I guess.” He shrugged. 

Y/n wouldn’t be broken by James so easily, obviously she wanted it to be a sort of normal marriage; her last two were anything but. She wouldn’t let her guard down probably ever, she didn’t know what James was capable of doing just yet so until she knew she wasn’t going to, she sighed and let him leave, Wanda came up next to her. “Is that husband number three?” Y/n nodded in response and Wanda watched with wide eyes as the man left.