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saintsir4n · 11 days

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1. Just another girl on the mta

'PERHAPS killing them all will be the solution, it's not like anyone would remember them if they died,' Winnie typed, eyes narrowing at her screen as her fingers hammered down, attempting to block the daily breakfast lecture from her mother. "Are you done?"

Margaux snarled, "Do not interrupt me."

"I was only going to say you're running late," she motioned to the door where her father stood sandwiched between his security guards, impatiently tapping his watch as if that made any difference. "I mean...what example would that set?"

Margaux and Luc each exchanged a silent look before the former rose from her chair, flattening out her pencil skirt and plucking up her bag.

"I expect you to be home after tennis practice, not galavanting through the streets like a commoner," Margaux stared at her daughter, who used her fingers to tear a croissant in half. "A $150 on a manicure and you're using your hands to eat?" Winnie snorted and made a bigger mess. "Winifred!"

"You're running late," she replied in a bored tone, eyes dragging up to see her unimpressed father, "You should go, text me the rest of your daily speech. Actually don't bother, I have it memorized. 'Be better, don't dither, never show weakness, don't bake in the sun or you'll look like a super negro.' Is that all?" She glanced at her mother, only to see her lips pursing together. "All the main talking points right?"

Margaux remained quiet, although her ire was apparent.

As she neared her husband, she didn't bother to turn back, only to leave the room, without some much as a goodbye.

The door slammed shut, only adding to the coldness wafting through the home.

Luc shot his daughter a knowing look, one she didn't care for.

"Be safe."

And that was the last thing Winifred heard before she too left the large spread on the table, only having a small portion, to meet her daily requirements.

She rose from her seat, patted out her pleated skirt, adjusted her venom-like necklace that threatened to crawl over her cropped sweatshirt and grabbed her phone.

Her security guard Caesar collected her things and followed her out of the room, murmuring a few words to the staff as they exited the vast estate and headed towards the car.

Winifred's phone rang as she hopped in the back, "What?"

"The Castaways are at the front and you've left me stranded," a voice whined. "Seeing them attempt to take pictures is making my eyes water and my shades are only doing enough to conceal that. Hurry up."

"Ginny, I just left," Winifred then instructed her driver to go after as soon as Caesar joined her. "Take pictures of those fake woke twats while you're at it. Our fans do love a good persecution."

"Likewise, now hurry." Her friend demanded, but when she didn't receive a response she sighed, "Please!"

"Oh quit whining, you sound so... low class. I'll see you in 10," Winifred hung up before she heard a rebuttal. Caesar handed over her signature dark Louis V shades. "Was I too harsh?" She asked, with her soulless voice.

"No, Miss Dubois," Caesar replied, staring ahead.

A faux smile graced her face, before she stared out the window, seeing the New York sites, the same sites that often rendered her bored and uninspired.

Pulling up to school made no difference to her already tedious mood. Once the door floor opened, she got out, took her bag and nodded at her security guard who posted at the bottom of the lengthy stairs. Caesar was a gift from her father. He was large in stature, intimidating with vacant eyes and a bald head. All he knew were black suits, sunglasses and how to comply with his employers.

He reminded her of her dad, but only more pale and submissive.

"Finally," She turned to see her blonde friend, who sauntered over, coffee in hand and a live stream on show, which meant Winifred's smile had to be in full effect, "My partner in crime is here, thanks for leaving me hanging," the pair waved to the screen, watching the comments flood through. Crowds of students either waved as they walked passed or murmured their distaste for them. "Post covid and masks off."

A laugh threatened to break passed Winifred's lips because she knew her blonde and occasionally whatless friend never wore a mask, not once, unless it was made out of diamonds.

"We're back, prepare for one hell of a year," Winifred beamed at the screen as they reached their final step and made it to the courtyard where the snakes gathered near, "Goodbye our swirls."

"And remember just because we're friends and have riches and fortune, does not mean we're not discriminated against. Black and white makes a swirl, but —"

"— Our union makes bigots hurl," Winifred finished their tagline before the live stream ended.

The pair snickered to themselves before Ginny readjusted her navy shades that so effortlessly matched her blazer and boots to match. The blonde's style went with her close confidants' black and purple. They never clashed.

Their smiles found the scowls of those who opposed them, they gathered in their group of seven all either glaring or staring with indifference.

But Winnie and Ginny lowered their glasses to eye them, scanning their outfits head-to-toe before glancing at each other as harsh laughter escaped them.

The blonde tugged Winnie's arm, "Let's go, their poor attempt at a fashion show is burning a hole through my phone and I can't miss performative history."

"Then show me!" Winnie insisted, pushing past a small woman whom she recognised as their teacher, "Watch it!" She shook her head at Miss Keller, whose mouth hung open, "It's rude to stare."

"It's like she hasn't seen an interracial friendship before," Ginny commented, voice getting louder with each word as they strutted the halls.

"For shame!" Winnie exclaimed, gaining more attention from the study body who turned to the teacher in question, "For shame!" She snapped her head towards Ginny, "I need to wash my bag, I would hate for whatever run-of-the-mill stench she has to taint it."

Ginny wordlessly nodded in disgust.

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"Have you heard?" Ginny had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she neared their notorious courtyard table.

Winnie didn't look up from her phone, "What?"

"WhoLian has a long-lost sister. Apparently, she crawled out from Buffalo or Baboon and landed here. Yay," the blonde showed off Julian's Instagram account from her finsta account.

Winnie finally glanced up to see the sister duo. She noticed the similarities or lack thereof. Dark curls flowed down her back where Julian had none. The girl in question couldn't have been older than 15, her wide eyes showed an innocence which Julian lost years ago.

"Interesting," She spoke up, as Ginny sat down opposite her, laughing, "Long lost sister, God I would hate one."

"It sounds cute," the blonde shrugged, pulling out a mirror to check her makeup.

"You'd have to split your inheritance," Winnie pointed out, picking up her phone and typing away.

Ginny gagged at the thought, "Never mind."

The pair noticed a couple more students wearing sunglasses around just resting at the top of their noses similar to them throughout the day.

Some would say they were more influential than others, which was why they continued to be pondered by various brands.

"Look," Winnie held up Zoya's Instagram account @alottazee "Cute tag, she doesn't want to get noticed." Her ring-clad fingers scrolled through her page for her friend to see. "How 2016. That'll change." she paused, landing on the most recent post she took with Julian which was now filled with thousands of comments. "How long before she gets ruined?"

Ginny reapplied her lipstick, "A month tops."

"Please, a day is all it takes," Winnie tutted, "Manhattan is vicious, but playing with us, is like a civil war that never ends."

"I love it when you talk dirty," Ginny gushed, then recieved a playful glare.

"Speaking of dirty, how's Max?"

"He's not dirty," Ginny pouted.

"Just not clean right?" Winnie snarkily replied, "He asked for you in homeroom," she almost cackled at the look on the blonde's face, "Sickening I know. He needs to keep that type of PDA to a minimum."

Ginny groaned, "He should've just texted me."

"Would you have responded?"

"Not until the end of the day," Ginny then asked, "What about you?"

"What about me?" Winnie typed away at her phone, making plans and adding to her already packed calendar, feeling eyes on her, "What, only I'm allowed to stare not you, spit it out."

"I know you're getting your panties in a twist. You're cranky when someone is swimming between your thighs."

"Suppose I am," Winnie said, cracking a smile, "But don't worry about that. I've got a plan."

"You always do. Now, tomorrow I want to think we should sit on the MET steps," Ginny proposed, much to her friend's surprise.

They always sat in the middle of the courtyard, where everyone could see them and they could see everyone else. Remaining close but out of reach was their goal and they succeeded every day. Their followers on all of their socials, but joint and separate accounts knew that about them.

An inanimate object is worthless until it takes the right people to make it priceless and that was their table.

"For torture?" Winnie guessed her friend's train of thought.

Ginny wore her signature grin, "And our pleasure."

"Isn't that always the way?"

"The best way, so let's intimidate Wholian's crew all while I eye fuck Max and you get high off your ego," a Versace platform mule collided with Ginny's leg, "Ow, you bitch," the blonde huffed, "You know I'm right."

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Winifred let out a deep groan when she swung her racket. 1 p.m Mondays to Thursdays: Tennis practice. No, she wasn't a prodigy nor did she want to go pro, she needed a release, like Ginny said but a non-sexual one. Sure she hooked up with people but during the day she wanted to focus on other things. Her rage simmered between classes and a harsh hit of a small yellow ball allowed her to let it all out.

So she stood their face as hard as a rock and straightened her hair brushed up in a tight bun, to prevent her natural kinks from forming. Mom would hate that. Caesar stood off to the side, leaning against the wired fence of the court.

"Again," Winnie demanded of her sweaty opponent who lost for the second time. "Hurry up."

But just as the ball boy rushed the court, her opposition grabbed her things and left, not wanting to be subjected to such embarrassment.

"Pathetic," Winnie mumbled, eying the player in distaste.

"Should I find another player for you, Miss Dubois?" The ball boy squeaked when her dangerous eyes fell on him.

He wanted to disappear at that moment.

"No, my parents built this court for the school so I could play against the wind," sarcasm laced her tone, "Find me someone else." Her racket flung from her hand as he fled the court, leaving her to grab a towel and wipe her face.

Other students rarely wanted to play against her, in fear of her temper. She, Of course never understood why they believed she had a temper. She didn't have one if she had anything to say and when she did she pulled the race card and dangled it in their faces until they appeared on the court with the little hope they had of beating her before she hit it out of them.

A small student walking past the cages caught her attention, a rather familiar face, curly hair and an expression too enthusiastic in her opinion. Zoya Lott: Julian's half-sister.

When she felt eyes on her she turned, seeing the older teen whose smile went wide and her hand waved along with the gentle breeze.

Zoya had no choice but to wave back as she walked even shooting her an awkward smile.

But she missed the darkened gaze of Winnie and that was her first mistake.

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Winnie didn't show up to Dumbo Hall after school, not because her parents told her to stay at home because of some business meeting they were in, she preferred her bedroom over socialising most days.

So Ginny went to scope out the scene for her.

Winnie just made her way out of her ensuite, into her bedroom, to be greeted by her Tibetan mastiff, she tentatively combed her hands through his brown fur, making him pant and whine.

"Mommy's busy Abaddon, go play," she bopped her head over to his space in her room. He had a whole 8-foot wide section to entertain himself. A frown appeared on his face to which she blinked rapidly, "I have to neglect you for now until you cause trouble because that's what mothers do."

She hopped onto her satin sheets whilst he begrudgingly went away.

She spent the last hour waiting for updates from Ginny, all whilst stalking Zoya Lott, trying to find out intricate details about her past.

(WinnerD: @gossipgirl tagged you in a post.)

"The fuck?" she scrunched up her face when she tapped on it.

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Hello, followers. Gossip Girl here, your one and only source for the truth behind the scandalous lives of New York's elite. Been a minute. Did you miss me? I know I've missed you. Though you're probably going to wish I stayed away when I'm done because I can see you. Not the you you've oh-so-carefully curated, the real you. The one hiding just outside the edge of frame. Well, it's time to reframe that picture. You've gotten away with everything a little too long. Now that I'm back, I'm gonna feature your finstas, surface those subtweets, and crack your caches. You can't hide from me. Never could. And to prove it, there's a big secret amongst the ruling class at Constance Billard. And as you will soon come to know, no good secret goes unpublished. Watch this space. Or don't. You'll hear about it soon enough either way. Till then, xoxo gossip girl.

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Winnie murmured a quick, "Interesting," just as her phone started ringing, she quickly answered, "I've just seen the post. How old."

Ginny's face scrunched, "Odd?"

"No old. Why not use Twitter for some gossip blog? Insta's a little outdated don't you think? Not for us of course, but the anonymous warrior might as well use myspace and sing a song."

"I'll admit, I followed them."

"Why?" Winnie thought she was so idiotic at times.

"Seems funny."

"Are you drunk? I want you to remain sober," she hissed down the line.

"I will."

"And stay away from community dick, he's riddled with infections and I don't need your mouth to be full when I'm trying to stay in touch.."

"Oh please the only brain I give is information, he does the work, so stop being bossy, it's getting old." Ginny retorted, winking at the boy in question who stood talking to his little group of friends.

"Keep your phone on. I want to know more about this Gossip bitch," Winnie snapped, "if they claim to expose secrets and lies. I want to be the first to know."

"We will."

Winnie rolled her eyes, "Bye."

After hanging up she questioned her friendship with Ginny. Yes, they were mutually using the other but even if she liked the blonde's companionship, she knew it would only last until high school was over.

"To block or not to block," her fingers ran over the block icon of the gossip blog before something else came to mind.

She needed another opinion, someone she had somewhat mutual respect for.

Winnie

Are you blocking gossipgirl?

From: Luna

If I were your friend I would say yes.

But as an enemy... let's see how it

plays out.

Winnie simply smiled, it wasn't genuine or happy, it was just a mask. Her followers were tagging her in posts, asking whether to indulge in the new fantastic that was now the talk of the city, but she waited until the time was right to respond.

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(@slitherWin tweeted.)

A geriatric who uses an Instagram account to blog about teenagers is simply criminal. But that's just my humble opinion. Real bitches use Twitter fingers when at war, not using Shakespearean rhetoric to resurrect an archaic method of mayhem. Do better or do nothing at all.

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Winnie chuckled to herself, before calling over Abaddon and giving him some limited attention.

"Let's get some sleep," she ruffled his fur, "I'm the main agent of chaos in this city. There can't be two."

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The next day Winnie woke up to the usual amount of notifications. A couple of thousand was the norm, especially when she collectively had 20 million followers across her platforms. It seemed that gossipgirl heeded her advice and joined Twitter. Big mistake. Twitter was her playground, to which she had been kicked off a few times before her parents threatened to sue the founders.

Sure you could send DM's on Twitter, pictures of such, but they played their hand by listening to a 17-year-old girl, which posed the question. Was this anonymous blogger their age or not?

Now sitting in computer science she was on autopilot, listening in when she had to and ensuring that the boy next to her was taking notes. She used her witt and thick eyelash extensions to get ahead, but her Disney-like features were the biggest contender. His fingers were working overtime as he wrote whatever Mr Glassberg said.

Her shades were off, but AirPods stayed in.

Yawn, she rolled her eyes at his dull voice, it was almost as bland as Aki and Audrey's chemistry.

She heard there was a new potential couple on the rise, Zoya and Obie. Yuck, but Winnie assumed he had gotten bored of Julian, but the latest gossipgirl tweets had her wondering, when was she going to find her match.

From: M

Call me.

Winnie

No.

Her phone vibrated obnoxiously loud and against her better judgement she picked up.

"Why do you mean no?" the de haan teen exclaimed, extremely frustrated by her lack of compliance.

"Why are you calling, it's daytime," Winnie replied with indifference, uncaring if it distracted the classroom.

"Have you not seen what you've done? It's goodbye Instagram and hello Twitter fingers. You potentially made this thing more dangerous."

"I'm aware of my influence," Winnie replied, now getting the attention of her teacher.

Mr Glassberg cleared his throat, "Are we interrupting you, Miss Dubois?"

She cocked her head to the side, "Yes, but I suppose I could always go to the library that my father had built to study?"

Her teacher had no rebuttal and went back to his meek ways.

"Now I'm in trouble, so that means you are too," Winnie said a little quieter.

"Oh, how fun."

"It's not," she shut off her phone and falsely smiled at the boy next to her.

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"Why the hell would I go to some fashion show that I'm not walking in? No, the better question is, why would you?" Winnie questioned, sitting against her headboard whilst her friend played with Abaddon who was cautious about the attention he received.

The heiress messed around with some Photoshops, ignoring the dozens of notifications popping up on her screen.

Ginny cast her a glare, "I'm not going so drop the tone. Be nice for once, I have a migraine, do you want our followers to know we're fighting? Better yet, do you want gossipgirl?"

"She hasn't tweeted at me yet," Winnie didn't know whether to take that as a triumph or defeat.

"She will. And when she does the gloves are off. The fashion show might be the focus of the night but with us not in attendance means we have power."

"We need to keep it that way."

"We will," Ginny exclaimed, settling down the floor, beaming up the furry friend who was gradually warming to her.

Winnie rolled her eyes, knowing that Abaddon would expect this type of attention now and she couldn't have that, well not for too long.

"Can I remind you that cunts like Pippa Sykes and Bianca Breer also won't be attending the show?"

Ginny scowled at their names, "When did you care about those two? They're below us. Hell, they're even below Calloway."

"I like to know what people are doing," Winnie explained, picking up her phone, "and what Calloway is doing is walking in a show that will barely get enough buzz. Plus the girl wouldn't know how to walk if Yasmeen Ghauri kicked her up the ass."

"So you know how to walk?" Ginny dared to ask the question, but was ignored, "Hello?"

"I heard your senseless question. Of course, I know how to fucking walk!"

Ginny didn't bat an eye at her outburst, "Maybe you should've stolen her moment then."

"Too easy. I want a challenge. Plant seeds. A D-list fashion show won't do that." Winnie finally locked eyes with her for the first time since she arrived, "Now come here."

Ginny folded her arms in defiance, "Say please."

"Now."

Relecuntantly the blonde rose from the soft bedroom floor and made her way over to the spoilt Dubois heiress who plastered on a smile and instantly mirrored her expression before Winnie's phone captured their faux joy with a flash.

"Again," Winnie demanded until 10 pictures later and a soft airbrush they were ready to post.

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(@WinnerD posted)

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Salacious swirls over fashion girls!! 🤍🤍

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Not even a minute went by before their phones lit up with a knowing Twitter notification.

Ginny squealed.

"Mmmm and there it is," Winnie smirked.

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(@gossipgirl just tweeted)

Spotted or do my eyes deceive me? Dubois Heiress Winnie and her trusted sidekick Ginny were not in attendance at the Jeremy O'Harris fashion show, why could that be? Scared to be upstaged by JC or do they simply not care? I thought they were at war but clearly, the sibling rivalry is more firey than we all thought. Stealing the light may be not something Z intended to do, but she's unaware of her sister's Callo ways. Is this new IT girl gonna last or will she be thrown to the sinning lions that are feening for pure blood? We will just have to wait and see, until then followers, let the chaos commence, xoxo gossipgirl.

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Safe to say the vibe at Constance St Judes was changing, when Winnie and Ginny walked up the stairs, they snapped their concealed gazes to the opposition hanging by the balcony with a variation of stares.

They then walked passed unaware that their rivals shot the same looks at Zoya who awkwardly walked into the school.

The duo made their way up the first flight of stairs, Ginny made sure to state her opinion about elevators and why the school so separately needed one, but it fell on deaf ears. Winnie was doing her usual, typing away on her phone.

"Are you ever gonna tell me who you're always texting, I know all the gays and the theys at this school so just say."

"No," Winnie waved her off, "You have statistics in 5, you should go."

"I'm not a dog."

Winnie hummed and went on her way, scoping out the rooms that were empty and successfully finding one that surprisingly didn't make her want to throw up her breakfast.

Minutes went by after she sent a final text to the one she desired at that moment. She hated waiting, it showed weakness and disrespect. So she gritted her teeth and clenched her fist, but just as her nails were about to slice into her skin, the door inched open, revealing an alluring face.

Monet rose a brow at her viscous glare as she shut the door and neared the table she was sitting on.

"I thought you said I was in trouble. You've ghosted me all of yesterday. Radio silence after the fashion show, colour shocked me," she gasped dramatically and settled her manicured hands on Winnie's bare legs.

Winnie snorted, "My my, you sound needy."

"Not needy, intrigued. You'd rather spend time with your blonde beard than with me."

Winnie rolled her eyes at her obvious jealousy, "So so needy."

"Take that back," all amusement escaped Monet's tone.

"Shan't, because now it's my turn to be in charge, you're in trouble didn't you know," Winnie snaked her arms around Monet's neck and tugged her closer, "I was waiting 20 minutes for you, I could've tripped and gotten sepsis from the dust floating around so stop complaining."

"Make it quick, I can't miss English lit."

"Why, when I can just perform an original sonnet with my tongue that will put all the poets to shame?"

A giggle escaped Monet when Winnie's lips trailed against her neck and hands caressed her body.

Besides, why have English when they can study biology?

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a/n:

winnie is a bitch. she's awful and i wanted her to be that way because that's how the rich students of gossip girl should be. rude and entitled, not preaching to us about social inequalities and stuff that some relate to but it didn't need to be yelled at us. throughout the reboot, i felt like i was being talked down to when that shouldn't be the case. i understand that social media plays a big role in most shows nowadays but i do think there are ways to combat that. so gossipgirl will be ruthless because winnie will enable her to be that way. winnie and ginny are friends for fame but you'll see more of their dynamic.

you can call this a love story if you like. the more you see winnie the more you'll understand her. she isn't going to change she'll just be fleshed out. characters like luna and monet should've gotten that chance. also, you'll see winnie interact with more of the main cast.

i'm gonna make up so many random classes just because they sound snobby btw. but overall what did you think of the first chapter?

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #catfight gossip girl reboot fanfic #catfight gossip girl reboot wattpad #catfight wattpad #catfight fanfic #monet de haan x black!reader #monet de haan x fem reader #monet and winnie #winniedubois #romance #black girl

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nadjadoll · 4 years

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#gotham #gotham oc #dc #dceu #dc oc #dc comics #hi this is kind of hot garbade but while i was making it i found a faceclaim for wynnie so #i love my mess of a daughter winifred #i really need to keep writing her fic its been so long #i was about to switch the pov god help me #her aesthetic is very pink and red but this ended up being more red than pink #oh well

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sinfullypassionate · 5 years

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The Nanny - G.D.

summary: y/n’s helped grayson take care of his beautiful daughter since she was nine months old. over the years, she’s fallen head over heels for not only his daughter but grayson himself.

a/n: here’s my new fic i’m super excited for y’all phew pls enjoy

"Winnie, time for supper baby." She called out to the four year who was coloring in the living room. She had made her favorite, chicken fingers with barbecue sauce. As she set the table, She heard her feet running down the hall and the older woman couldn't help but shake her head with a bright smile on her face. "Y/N! Y/N! Look what I did!" The raven haired beauty showed her a picture she colored. It was a puppy with purple fur and pink eyes. "It's beautiful! Is it for me?" She asked the girl, picking her up. She nodded her head with a wide smile on her face, "Yeah! I'm glad you like it!" She giggled. "I'm gonna be coloring one for Papa before he comes home!" Winifred wiggled in her chair once she set her down. Y/N couldn't help but smile at her, she was so adorable. "Your Papa would love that." She said as she placed her favorite plate with a panda face on it, in front of her. "When is Papa gonna be home?" Questioned the four year old. "Soon, pumpkin. He had a meeting with uncle Ethan, but he promised to be home before you went to bed." She sat next to her and poured her a small glass of milk. "I miss him.." She pouted before taking a large bite of her chicken finger. "He misses you too, sweetheart. But, he'll be home soon!" She tapped her nose gently which caused the little girl to giggle.

As she watched her eat, she couldn't help but think about how much she looked like Grayson. She had his beautiful hazel eyes and her hair was a beautiful shade of brown just like his. Winnie was so beautiful and Y/N loved her, loved her with all her heart. She also loved him, but she was just the nanny. He had tons of girls throwing themselves at him who were ten times prettier than her and it hurt the woman sometimes; but right now what made her happy was watching that beautiful little girl who made her heart soar. If Gray had a new girlfriend, she rarely let them meet her. Winnie’s not her daughter but she feels like she is. Y/N had been her nanny since she was nine months old, so obviously she felt like she was her’s. See, what happened was Grayson met this girl back in Jersey when he went back for a few months with Ethan. They ended up hooking up and she got pregnant, she didn't want nothing to do with the baby and Grayson had always dreamed of being a dad so he just said fuck off to the girl and took full custody of baby Winifred when she was born and nine months later Y/N had her job.

Y/N walked into Starbucks, her sister’s daughter holding tightly onto her hand as her two older kids followed close behind. She had agreed to watch her nieces and nephew so her sister could have some much needed alone time with her husband. “tell me again why we decided to go into Starbucks?” Caroline grumbled, the fifteen year old staring down at her phone. “Because I wanted coffee since it’s almost ten am and we have errands to run.” the twenty one year old said. “gray, baby. go sit with your sister while i go order coffee okay?” Y/N said, smiling down at the twelve year old. “okay, Y/N! can i get a hot chocolate please?” the blonde haired boy asked, Y/N simply nodded before noting to also order one for the grumpy fifteen year old dirty blonde who was already sitting at the table.

picking up the three year old in her arms, Y/N held her tightly on her hip as she decided what she wanted to drink. “auntie, i’m hungy.” the three year old whined, “i know, punkin’. i have your snack in the car, just give me ten minutes okay?” she smiled, kissing her cheek. the little blonde haired girl just nodded and started playing with her aunt’s hair. finally deciding on a caramel macchiato, she walked up to the counter at the same time as probably one of the most beautiful human beings she’s ever seen. “oh, i’m sorry you can go first.” the male spoke and Y/N couldn’t help but look down at the adorable little sleeping baby in the stroller. “oh my god, so precious.” Y/N spoke, a smile on her face.

“thanks, she’s six months old. her name’s Winifred.” spoke the beautiful hazel eyed boy. “and who’s this cutie? she yours?” he asked. Y/N simply shook her head, a soft smile still on her lips. “this is my beautiful niece aurora. say hi, rory.” Y/N said, giggling a little as the shy little three year old simply just waved before burring her face into her aunt’s neck. “she’s always shy around strangers.” the girl spoke, just as the mysterious male was about to open his mouth up ran grayson. “auntie! caroline won’t let me borrow her phone charger to charge my tablet.” the twelve year old rolled his eyes. “gray, i’ll literally be done here in like twenty minutes. you can clearly just read a book, there’s one in my purse.” she simple stated before shooing her nephew away. “sorry about that, grayson and his sister fight all the time. i swear, i have no idea how my sister handles it.” she laughed. “wait, did you just say his name was grayson?” the male questioned, cocking his head to the side. “yeah..” Y/N said slowly, not understanding where the stranger was going with this.

“my name’s grayson too. grayson dolan.” grayson said, shooting her a wide smile. that’s when it clicked, she knew he looked super familiar. caroline was completely obsessed with the dolan twins and Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t watch a few videos with her niece just to stare at grayson. “my sister’s husband is gonna be pissed. he thought grayson was a unique name.” she shook her head, giggling. “how old is your sister?” grayson asked, gently moving the stroller that held Winnie since he heard her fuss. “Twenty four, Caroline and Gray are her step kids. she’s been with her husband since she was twenty and they just got married a year ago when this little one was two.” she tickled her nieces belly which caused her to giggle. “and you’re taking on watching all three because?” Grayson questioned, chuckling a little. “I’ve always been good with kids plus I love spending time with them.” Her face seemed to light up at those words. Grayson couldn’t help but smile as she spoke, she just lit up like a Christmas tree when she talked about taking care of kids. Gray could always read people very well and there was something about Y/N that he couldn’t shake. She had a good soul and he wanted to get to know her better. “How about I buy you a coffee and we get to know each other a little?” Grayson smiled at her which caused Y/N’s heart to skip a few beats.

the girl smiled at him before frowning, “I have so many errands to run and I wish-“ before she could finish, Grayson cut her off. “Drive your car over to my place and we can go together. All four kids and us.” He suggested. This wasn’t like Grayson at all, he didn’t even know this girl yet here he was offering to take her around just to get to know her. Y/N was a bit taken back as well but the second she saw his smile, she knew she couldn’t say no. “I’d love too, also please get ready to get hounded a little. Caroline absolutely loves you and your brother.... Evan right?” She made a face. Grayson just chuckled, “Ethan but close and don’t worry, we love our fans.” He told her before picking up Winifred once she started crying. Taking out his wallet, he handed Y/N his card. “Get whatever you like, I’m gonna go change her real quick.” Before she could even protest, grayson was already heading to the bathroom with his daughter in hand.

Y/N and Grayson got to know each other over the next few months and when Winnie turned nine months, Gray asked if she would become her nanny and Y/N didn’t even hesitate. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t grow quite attached to the little bundle of joy over the course of three months. Y/N’s been with her every day since and she wouldn’t change it for the world. Once Winifred was done eating, she leaned up to kiss her cheek, "Thank you, Y/N!" She giggled before running off back into the living room. She just smiled before cleaning up the mess she made in the kitchen, Y/N usually ate when she was sleeping or when she got home. The twenty five year old lived about thirty miles away, but it was so worth the drive there and back every day because she adored Winifred and Grayson counted on her. Hours had passed and it was now time for Winnie’s bath and then Grayson would be home to tuck her in like he always did. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he'd always make sure he'd be home to tuck her in. "Winnie, sweetheart. It's time for your bath." Y/N walked into her bedroom, to see her playing with her barbies. "Nooo! I'm playing!" She whined as she changed her barbie's clothes. "Winifred Lisa Dolan.." the woman looked at her, arching her eyebrow and placing her hand on her hip. The second Winnie saw that plus hearing her whole name; she instantly threw her barbie down, hopped up on her feet and ran to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, her bath was over and Y/N was currently brushing her raven haired locks as she stood on her bed. Y/N then heard the door downstairs open and close, the four year old started getting excited knowing her papa was home. "Win, hold on baby. I'm almost done." She told her, as she gently held her shoulder as she continued to brush her hair. Y/N seriously couldn't get over the fact on how much Winifred loved Gray, and just how much he loved her. It was so precious, she loved when they were together. Sometimes, Y/N really wished Winnie was her’s and they were a family but being her nanny was enough for the older woman. "Okay, sweetheart you're-" Y/N couldn't even finish her sentence before the little four year old was already off her bed and out the door. Y/N soon followed her, smiling as she saw Grayson crouch down to her level to pick her up and spin her around. "Princess! I missed you so much!" He held his daughter so tight the girl thought her head was going to pop off. "I missed you too!" She giggled as he kissed her face. Yawning, she cuddled into her papa and Y/N knew she wanted to stay up and spend some time with him but Gray just picked her up and carried her to bed even though she was fussy. "Honey bunches, you need sleep. Papa will be here when you wake up okay?" He told her, smiling as he placed her in bed kissing her forehead. "Okay, Papa. I love you.." The second her head hit her pillow, she out like a light.

When he took her up to bed, Y/N finished cleaning up the house before walking to the window and pulling the blind down. There was a massive storm coming and she was a little nervous to go home. She turned around and jumped a little when she saw Grayson standing there. "You seriously scared the living hell out of me, Mr. Dolan!" She placed her hand over her heart and giggled a little. "Y/N, for the millionth time in the span of four years.. call me Grayson." He told her, chuckling as he shot her his beautiful pearly white smile that caused her heart to do flips. "Sorry, sorry. I forget sometimes." The woman giggled once again before walking over to the door and slipping on her shoes. She grabbed her purse and jacket before sliding the fabric over her arms. "I should really get going, there's a massive storm coming and I'd rather not get stuck in the middle of it." Y/N simply said as she dug her keys out of her purse. "Or you know... you could just stay the night?" He rubbed the back of his neck as he gave her a half smile. "Are you sure? I don't wanna impose.." Y/N looked down at her feet, clicking her heels together. "Y/N, you take care of my daughter. I think having you stay the night so you don't get stuck in some storm, isn’t you imposing." he chuckled a little. "Yeah, I guess that' s probably the right thing to do. I'll just sleep in the spare room, yeah?" She peeled off her jacket before hanging it back up and kicking off her shoes.

"Or you could just lay with me in my bed?"

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine #ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagine #dolan twins

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a possible shirbert s3 ending

Look, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert wasn't heartbroken. She was, for like a day, but then she had mustered all the power a Marilla glare could contain and got over it. Did she still love Gilbert? Sure. But she knew it was for the best; their paths simply didn't coinside. She was a summer storm, and he a winter sun. Her warm and wild, him collected and cheeky. Her grande adventure awaited her, yet he had already been through them. It was her turn to see Trinidad (or wherever the wind would take her).

Even if they shared the same intellect and wit and had a hunger for real connection and the worldly truth - it wasn’t meant to be. Perhaps it was fated. Perhaps she was destined for her heart to break, so that she'd find someone better in the future. She'd been hung up on Gilbert for far too long. Maybe at Queen's she'll finally find that dark, brooding character she has been writing about for years: no boyish smiles and winks and tinkling grins - a real man. (The thought made her shiver uncomfortably, but she ignored it.)

After a night of crying, she was ready to face the world again, to be diplomatic towards Gilbert ("Congratulations on the engagement! I really want that pen back though.") and focus on her goals. Being the best at Queen's and aiming to travel. She had always smelled the same scent, but she wondered how other counties smelled. Sweeter, or more bitter. Maybe the same as Canada. Maybe it smelled like nothing. Maybe it smelled like the future: metal and gas. Anne smiled, placing the last fork on the dinner table.

'What will you be doing today, Anne? Something eventful I presume?', Marilla asked, placing the porridge on the table. Right on time, Matthew came home, a sack of Blythe-Lacroix apples in his hand.

'Sebastian and Gilbert said hello,' he said, nodding.

‘I think I will visit Diana. We have ever so few days left before she departs to Paris,’ the word left a bitter taste in her mouth. Paris where Gilbert would be residing alongside Winifred, a place Anne hadn’t been able to offer. ‘Maybe I should make scones? What do you think, Matthew?’

He stared at her, surprised. ‘Uh, I think that would be nice.’

Anne clapped her hands. ‘It’s settled then, a dozen scones before noon. Should be fine. I’m fine, did I mention that? It’s an exquisite summer day and I will enjoy it to the fullest.’

Marilla threw her a concerned look. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Absolutely!’, Anne all but yelled.

‘I will be off,’ Matthew interrupted, an awkward cough coming from his lips. ‘Tending to the foul and-’, he shrugged, leaving the kitchen and making haste towards the stable. Marilla rolled her eyes. The woman’s gaze fell back on her daughter who was busy assembling the ingredients.

‘Anne?’

‘Yes?’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes, Marilla,’ Anne sighed, exasperated, ‘I am . Gilbert made a decision and I will stand behind that. Now I only want to focus on my future. Have the results from the exams come in yet?’

Marilla stared at her for a moment, helpless. Only yesterday had she filled the girl with hope, to go after what she wanted and tell the Blythe boy about her feelings once and for all; to get that happily ever after she deserved. And yet. She was not one to think vile thoughts about another person, especially the lovely miss Winifred Rose, but in that moment she wished the lady didn’t exist.

‘No,’ she replied.

Anne puffed. ‘That’s alright. It must be tomorrow then, or later this evening.’

‘You mustn’t worry, Anne,’ Marilla reassured, ‘you’ll be fine.’

‘What about “perfect”?’, he girl retorted, beginning to mix the flour with the butter.

‘Again, it will be-’

‘Anne !’ The familiar, deep voice thundered across the Green Gables property, making both Cuthbert women jump in surprise. Anne’s heart rattled in her chest as she realised who it was. Despite the volume, he didn’t sound angry but rather excited.

‘Anne!’, he repeated, now closer.

‘Go,’ Marila ushered gently, taking Anne’s place at the mxing bowl. A promising smile adorned her thin lips. Perhaps…

Anne cautiously wiped her hands off on her apron, fear evident in her eyes. Was he going to cheerfully announce he was an engaged man? (If the situation ha dbeen different, she would’ve scoffed. “Man”, as if Gilbert Blythe wasn’t idiotic enough to be seen as a boy.) That the wedding was in two months across the pond so none of his family could celebrate? That he loved Winifred?

Or, she tried to calm her nerves, was it something else? Like Dellie saying her first word, or how great the schoolhouse was starting to look, or the results-

Anne’s eyes widened with glee, rushing out of the kitchen door onto the field where she nearly crashed into a sprinting Gilbert. His eyes were blown with esctasy, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. For a second she thought it was her note, but upon taking a better look and realising it wasn’t the same, she relaxed.

‘The results! They’re in!’, Gilbert bellowed before she could say anything. Anne gasped, grabbing his forearm in a flurry of excitement. He didn’t seem to notice.

‘So?’, Anne shrieked, trying to snatch the paper from his hands. Gilbert smirked at that, keeping the paper above his head. Anne huffed, not even trying to get it as she knew she’d be fruitless. She has matured, thank you very much.

‘Guess?’

‘Guess what?’

‘Your ranking?’

‘Of the class? First, obviously ,’ she glared at Gilbert at the latter word, making his grin widen. It was then she realised the weight of the situation. He was here, in front of her, bathing in the bautiful morning sunshine. His hazel eyes glittered, hair deliciously fluffy (she’d lie if she said she hadn’t dreamed of it before), face right out of a romance novel.

You’re over him.

Anne blinked, hoping he hadn’t noticed the staring. If she took a closer look, she’d see the blush on his cheeks as well. ‘And of the island?’ She bit her lip. ‘Tenth?’ Gilbert gave her a look. ‘Fine. Twentieth?’

Gilbert chuckled in disbelief, lowering his arm and giving her the paper. She grabbed it with shaky fingers. ‘Congratulations,’ he whispered.

Slowly, she unfolded the paper.

First. First of Avonlea. And third! Third in all of PEI! Her eyes skimmed past hers to look at the others. Gilbert right underneath her, but-

‘We’re tied,’ she whispered, horror on her face. After all these years of trying to one up him, they were tied . It only made the heartbreak more ironic, a bitter knife like a thorn in her eye. But then acceptance settled in her body. Sorbonne would accept him with these resuts, he’d be able to make his dreams come true, make his father proud. She should be happy for him.

Anne mustered a smile, ‘We’re tied.’

Gilbert’s gaze intensified as well. ‘Fair and square.’

‘Winifred,’ she perked up, noticing the frown marring his forehead, ‘must be over the moon. The Sorbonne will accept you with open arms.’

His eyes roved her face for a second. It unnnerved her, as if he could see right through her, straight to her soul where his name was etched in gold. ‘I’m not going.’

It felt as though she was struck by lightening. ‘You’re not?’ Her voice was frail.

Gilbert shook his head. ‘I went to Charlottetown yesterday to cancel everything. The courting, the engagement, Sorbonne, …’

‘But… your dream!’

‘Sorbonne is not my dream,’ he interjected, ‘I think I fell in love with the idea, rather than the place itself.’

Anne couldn’t focus on anything he said, his words buzzing in her brain without context. ‘And Winifred! How did- I- I thought-’

‘I don’t…,’ he gulped, ‘you know. I couldn’t see a future with her where I would be happy.’

Anne exhaled deeply, trying to take it all in. Why was he doing this, right as she started to heal her heart?! He lookd troubled too, the frown stuck on his face. If she had been his, she would’ve caressed the skin with her thumb.

‘So…,’ she murmered, staring, ‘now what?’

‘I’m going to Toronto, to the school miss Stacey suggested. And… I’ll wait. For the right person. I’ll know when I see her.’ She didn’t miss the notion that he was staring directly in her eyes, hazel glued to blue. A blush rose on her cheeks.

‘Anne! The scones!’, Marilla yelled from inside. The girl snapped out of it, giving Gilbert his paper back. Their fingers touched.

‘I have to get back,’ she whispered. Without awaiting his goodbye, she turned her back to him and walked back. Just as she reached the front steps, his voice beckoned her to turn around.

‘You know it’s you right?! It’s always been you!’ He stood there, helpless, desperation in his tone. Her jaw fell slack. The kitchen fell quiet too.

Gilbert loved her?

‘But it’s… it’s fine. I’ll wait,’ he raised his arms, ‘because I know I messed up.’

Anne was speechless, staring at the boy ten meters away. Had he felt it too? All the moments in between where they didn’t do anything but be themselves and smile as if they knew something the other didn’t. All the nonsensical conversations and the deep ones, about politics and poetry. All the glares and locked gazes. Everything. It’s always been him.

Without realising her feet has rushed down the steps back to him, heart pounding in her throat as if trying to escape and place it in his hands.

‘Idiot,’ she breathed, ‘you don’t have to wait.’ And with that, she grabbed his neck and kissed him square on the lips, the way she always wanted to.

And there, on a summery morning at Green Gables - between scones and young fouls, between youth and adulthood, between a redheaded dreamer and a brunette charmer - the story of Anne and Gilbert continued.

“I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.” - Emily Bronte

#too crappy for ao3 so it's here #shirbert #anne with an e #awae #my fic #my work

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B7: is it hot in here or is that just you? B10: there's room for two/three! B12: put your finger here while I go get the tape W/roger. TY!

B7 - “Is it hot in here or is that just you?” + B10 - “There’s room for two/three,” + B12 - “Put your finger here while I go get the tape,”

600 followers celebration blurb prompts

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For Roger’s birthday youorganised a weekend away in Cornwall. Originally you had planned to book ahotel but, when you called his mum to organise a celebratory dinner, she insistedyou stay with her instead. It was nice, being around where Roger grew up, beingaround Roger’s family. Mrs Taylor, Winifred you had to keep reminding yourself,was so sweet, treating you like a daughter from the moment you got there. Abouttwo hours after you’d arrived, she pulled you into her bedroom to enlist yourhelp wrapping Roger’s present, grabbing your hand with a, “put your finger herewhile I go get the tape.” While you were helping her she told you stories aboutRoger when he was kid, how he’d annoyed the neighbours with his variousinstruments, and the pranks he used to play on his sister. Of course, you bothteased Roger about it all over dinner, making him blush even as he laughed atwhat a terror he’d been.

The only downside was thatyou and Roger were sharing his old bedroom, and the rather small bed he used toinhabit. The first night you were there you came to the room after your shower,finding Roger already taking up most of the space in the bed.“Thought you’d be a gentleman and give me the bed, Rog, you could have thefloor.”“Not after you laughed at my baby photos. Can’t believe mum showed you that, bythe way.”“It was a funny photo! You looked adorable in nothing but lipstick and herheels, though the makeup was a bit of a mess.”“I was two, I hadn’t perfected my technique yet.”“Are you going to move over or am I taking blankets down to the couch?”Roger rolled onto his side, scooting back as close to the wall as he could, “there’sroom for two,” he laughed, patting the mattress next to him. You climbed in next to him, somewhat awkwardly, knees bumping together and accidentallyhitting him with your elbow. He just threw his arm over you, pushing on yourback to press you closer as he tangled his legs with yours.“See, we don’t need more space. You always end up clinging on to me during thenight anyway.”“Spose that is true. But you always cling back.”Roger leaned forward to kiss you, a smile playing on his face.“Night, my love,” he whispered, reaching over you to turn the lamp off.

Everything was quiet, Roger’sbreathing the only sound you could hear. You shut your eyes, ready to let sleeptake you. And then he spoke.“Is it hot in here or is that just you?”You couldn’t help but giggle at the suggestive tone in his voice, “Really Rog?”“Something about this situation has me incredibly turned on. I think it’s thatwe’re lying so close I’m practically inside you already,”“Jesus,”“Well we are. Didn’t think it’d hurt to make the suggestion.”“Go to sleep Roger,”“I’m trying but it’s very hard with your tits pressed against me like this.”“I’m not going to fuck you in your childhood bed. Not with your mother only acouple of rooms away.”“So if she goes out tomorrow….?”“Yeah okay, but only if she goes out.”“I’m holding you to that. I wanna defile this bed with you.”“Well then you need to let me get some sleep. Good night Roger,”

#my writing #my blurbs #roger taylor x reader #Anonymous #600 followers

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writings-of-dumpy · 4 years

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A Cinderella Story

Summary: Suck my dick, I love Disney and Stiles so HERE WE ARE. This is literally just Cinderella but with Teen Wolf and Disney characters. I’m really taking creative licensing with this one, whew. A special thank you to my one and only best friend for life for reading this and telling me that I’m not stupid!!!

Tags: @mindingmyownbusiness

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PROLOGUE

Once upon a time in a far away land, there was a tiny kingdom ruled by the beloved King Noah and his Queen Melissa and their son, Prince Mieczyslaw. Their people were made up of an eclectic society of witches, fairies, and humans. For the most part, the three groups coexisted peacefully, but there were some who took advantage of the humans’ lack of magical power.

Up on the highest hill in the kingdom was a large mansion that belonged to one of the kingdom’s wealthier physicians and his daughter, Ella. The two lived comfortably, but Deaton knew his daughter longed for a mother. Shortly after Ella’s sixth birthday, he married a woman named Winifred who had two daughters—Malia and Allison—who were just Ella’s age. Tragically, Deaton passed away not long after his marriage, and Winifred’s true intentions were revealed. She and her daughters were witches who believed that humans should be subservient to them in spite of the rulers of the kingdom being human. Since the death of her father, Ella has lived in servitude to her stepmother and stepsisters and endured years of abuse and neglect while doing her best to keep hope in her heart.

CHAPTER 1

“Ella! Ella, come here!” Winifred called from the other room.

“Yes, stepmother?” Ella responded once she entered the room.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Winifred barked and pointed to the pile of laundry that had fallen from the shelf onto the floor. “Do you not recall the great care and dignity that our garments must be treated with?!”

Ella rushed to pick up the mess at her stepmother’s feet. “I’m sorry stepmother. They were on the shelf before, they must have—”

“No excuses! I expect them to be cleaned and folded properly before we retire for the night. While you’re at it, the main hall needs to be cleaned,” Winifred commanded.

“Right away, stepmother,” Ella said and carried the clothes to the laundry room, which was essentially a shed of sorts. With a sigh, she began to wash their clothes and hummed to herself. In spite of all of this, Ella was having a reasonably good day. She got a decent night’s sleep and dreamed she could fly the night before, she awoke to a beautiful sunrise, and even managed to read a chapter of one of her father’s books before needing to make breakfast for her stepfamily.

A familiar twinkling sound rang in Ella’s ear and she smiled. Next to her flew one of her fairy friends. The small yellow ball of light was detailed with a tiny humanoid figure that wore a gold dress and had brown hair with sparkling wings.

“Hi Belle, how are you today?” she greeted. Belle chimed with a flap of her wings and waved happily, then pointed to the clothes with a worried look on her small face.

“Didn’t you wash these yesterday?” she asked. Ella chuckled and smiled.

“I know, but Winifred wants them washed again,” Ella said to her fairy friend. Belle huffed and flew to the window and chimed a little louder. Four fairies flew in through the open window of the shed and circled around Ella. Each fairy emitted a different color of light—blue, green, red, and teal. The blue fairy’s name was Cindy and she wore a blue gown and had blonde hair, the green fairy’s name was Ariel and she wore an emerald gown with red hair, the red fairy’s name was Snow and her gown was blue and yellow and her hair was black and she often had a small red bow, and the teal fairy’s name was Jasmine and her dress was teal and gold and her hair was black and long.

“Sometimes I think she does this on purpose, you know,” Ariel said.

Ella sighed and shrugged. “Well, that doesn’t matter.”

“I think we should turn those mean old witches into toadstools!” Snow said with a huff.

“You know we can’t do that. Even though we really want to,” Jasmine reasoned.

“Well, at least let us help you,” Cindy offered.

Ella was touched by their words. “I couldn’t possibly ask you to help me. Besides, it’s my duty to do these things. It’s what father would want.”

“Your father would want you to be happy and not a servant!” Belle exclaimed.

Ella sighed and shook her head. “They have their reasons. Besides, it’s not all bad.”

“Name ONE thing you like about living here. Go on, I’ll wait,” Snow said and sat down in the air as if there were an invisible stool.

Ella thought for a moment—what did she enjoy? She felt her face fall and she knew her friends were right. She had often convinced herself that there were reasons behind her stepmother’s cruelty, but the excuses were running thin and empty. She could, however, cut her stepsisters some slack—they weren’t nearly as cruel to her and had been, at times, pleasant. Ella understood that their mother was the one telling them horrible things about Ella and other humans, and she had noticed that Malia and Allison didn’t always agree with their mother. They usually just kept their distance from Ella and didn’t cause more grief for her.

“Ella!” her stepsister Malia’s voice called.

“Oh now what do they want…” Cindy sighed out.

Ella placed the garment out to dry and sighed, then left the shed with a wave to her friends and re entered the house to find out what her stepsister needed.

“Yes, Malia?” Ella said as she entered the study where she found both of her stepsisters using their magic to brew potions and levitate objects.

“We need more herbs. I made a list for you—can you get them?” Malia asked while handing Ella a small piece of parchment.

“Of course. I’ll leave immediately. Is there anything else I can get for you?” Ella offered.

“No, we’re good. Just the herbs is fine,” Allison said from her seat a few feet away from them. Ella nodded and left the room. She smiled softly to herself because gathering ingredients was one of her favorite things to do, and the day was beautiful. In better spirits, Ella grabbed a basket big enough for the moderate list and her shawl, then walked towards the town.

“Again, Stiles?” Scott said in an exacerbated tone.

“Just a few hours, okay? Come on, I know you can do it—you’re such a good liar!” the prince convinced his steward.

Scott sighed. “Fine. But I’m not responsible for the outcome of this meeting that you are supposed to attend!”

“You’re the best, I knew I could count on you!” Stiles said and nearly skipped away with joy. Prince Mieczyslaw had donned somewhat of a disguise using Scott’s clothes. He had plans to go into town and experience the kingdom like he wasn’t a royal and he had hoped that with his change in clothes, he wouldn’t be recognized. The castle wasn’t too far from the village, so Stiles arrived with plenty of time to spare before nightfall. The buzz of the town was everything Stiles had hoped it would be and he was delighted to find that nobody stopped and stared at him—he blended in perfectly with his people.

He happened upon a fruit stand and decided that he’d pick up an apple to munch on as he explored the town he rarely visited. The royal family wasn’t completely disconnected with its people, but they were quite busy so their trips to visit were usually only monthly.

“That’s two silver pieces,” the merchant asked of Stiles.

“How about a gold one? Keep the change,” Stiles said and winked at the merchant, whose eyes widened.

“Thank you very much, sir!” the man said and pocketed the coin with a bright smile. Stiles smiled back and took a bite from the fruit and absentmindedly chewed on it as he looked at the buildings and people surrounding him.

Suddenly, he felt himself run into someone while he was looking up and their basket fell with various jars spilling out and they stumbled to the ground.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Stiles apologized and knelt to help the person. His hand found theirs and he felt a few callouses on the palms of soft hands. He made eye contact with he woman he had just run into and found her to be perhaps the most beautiful he’d seen. Her face was slightly dirty, but her looks shone through nevertheless.

“Oh, that’s okay, it happens,” she said sweetly to him with a smile. He smiled back and helped her gather her belongings back in the basket she was carrying.

“Still… I want to make it up to you,” Stiles said and helped her to her feet. He saw her cheeks turn a light shade of pink at his offer and she shook her head.

“I couldn’t possibly ask anything of a nobleman,” she said with a bashful look.

“N-Nobleman..? What makes you think that of me?” Stiles said with a lump in his throat and panic beginning to rise.

“Well… your clothes are so clean and nice. And that fabric is fairy-made, correct?” she asked. Stiles admired her knowledge.

“I.. I’m not sure,” Stiles responded honestly. “I suppose that doesn’t bode well for my case either.”

She chuckled. “I suppose not.”

Stiles smiled. “What’s your name?”

She eyed him quizzically. “Why should I give you my name when you have yet to offer yours, sir?”

Stiles’ cheeks heated up and he let out a breath. “Forgive me, I seem to have lost all of my senses in the presence of a beautiful woman. I’m Stiles.”

She blushed and bit her lip slightly. “It’s a pleasure to bump into you, Stiles. My name is—”

Horns were sounded loudly enough for the entire village to hear and all attention was turned to behind Stiles. He recognized the horns as coming from the royals and knew an announcement was to follow. He turned with the rest of the crowd in mild irritation and saw Scott standing on a podium with a scroll.

“To the beloved subjects of King Noah and Queen Melissa: The prince, as you may know, is to turn twenty at the end of this week and he is giving a masquerade ball to celebrate!” Scott announced.

“What,” Stiles said lowly to himself in disbelief.

“As such, my order of His Majesty, every eligible maid in the kingdom is to attend,” Scott continued.

“I’m going to lose my mind,” Stiles muttered and was so infuriated that he missed the rest of Scott’s announcement, but thought he maybe heard the words “bride” and “wedding.” After the date and time were announced for two days from now, Scott and the guard left the podium and headed back to the castle. Stiles was so distracted by the announcement that he almost forgot to turn around and finish his conversation with the woman he had run into. The town seemed to have twice as many people milling about now, and he couldn’t see where she was and assumed that she walked away from him. Stiles sighed sadly to himself and headed back to the kingdom to confront his father.

#stiles stilinski #stiles x oc

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{ DOMINIQUE PROVOST-CHALKLEY // CISFEMALE // SHE/HER // AGNES - GLASS ANIMALS } The nemeton’s curse claims another. ( WINIFRED “FRED” BURKLE, BTVS/ATS ) has been lured to Beacon Hills. The ( 25 ) year old ( HUMAN ) is said to be both ( + RESOURCEFUL ) & ( - SKITTISH ) which is why i guess they’re called “ the peculiar ”. ( SHE ) is currently working as ( PHYSICS GRAD STUDENT / TA @ BEACON HILLS UNIVERSITY ) while stuck here. I wonder how long that will last? { it’s me, tara, who also plays spike }

fred’s intro under the cut! <3

p.s. I spelled her last name wrong on my app - it’s BURKLE not BUNKLE (what up, i’m tara, i’m 27, and i never fucking learned how to spell)

so! winifred burkle! love of my life!

I figured I’d throw fred into the mix because a) I want to play a human and b) she’s a sweetheart, even if she’s a panicky mess. she’s from the buffy spinoff series angel so she’s a buffy!verse character despite almost none of canon things having actually happened to her from later in the show.

she’s originally from dallas, texas, only daughter of her two parents

went to university in texas to study physics (though originally she was a history major and switched freshman year), graduated early @ age 20, and intended on going to grad school for physics as well. she got accepted to a program in beacon hills that paid full tuition in exchange for her TA’ing.

BUT during her first year, at her part-time library job, she ended up reading aloud from a book in a demon language (bad) which opened a portal to a hell dimension (really bad) and she got sucked in.

she got captured as a “cow,” living in a cave, essentially enslaved to the demons on pylea. she managed to put together enough information about the language to open another portal home, even though it took her five years to figure out. (in the show, she’s saved by angel & co, but as angel’s detective agency doesn’t exist in our rp as far as I know, I just wrote them out of this part of her canon)

so now she’s BACK on earth. her grad program wanted her back despite her multi-year absence, and so she’s still in beacon hills. she doesn’t want to try to go home to texas because she doesn’t know how to explain her disappearance to her parents.

I also imagine that at some point the initiative might consider recruiting her as a scientist. a future possibility.

on a plot-related note, fred doesn’t have ANY idea that vampires or werewolves or banshees etc are real, but she does know that demons are a thing, even if the demons she’s met do not look like humans whatsoever.

personality-wise, she’s very bright, a total nerd. she’s a whiz at math and languages, as well as random bits of very specific trivia knowledge she picked up because it interested her. fred’s also kindhearted and tries to help others, when the situation arises. however, her time in the demon dimension fucked her up a bit & now she is often paranoid and on edge pretty much 24/7 at this point. she talks to herself without realizing it because she was used to it for so long, and sometimes she’s concerned she’s only hallucinating being back on earth. even though one part of her is like “formulas! rules!” the other half is like ‘tin hats! conspiracies!” so that’s fun.

so hit me up! fred has no connections rn because of how her backstory shifted so... friends? classmates or students? neighbors? monsters to terrify her even further? fellow conspiracy theorists? trivia buddies? all are options for connections, so feel free to slide into my dm’s here or on my spike account if interested in plotting xx

#intro #nem:intro

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Thoughts on Sofia the First Part 3:

Season 3

Cedric Be Good

It was a pretty fun episode with more Sofia and Cedric bonding. Basically, the Amulet just messed with Cedric for the day. Did he build his flying machine? Seems like it. Winifred’s adorable, being small and hiding in a pocket watch. Goodwyn’s not there to stop them this time.

Sofia obviously brightening up when Cedric asked her to help him do nice things. The song’s engaging and their little dance was a delightful treat. It was evident that he’ gonna fail though and he did. Good for him. No, really, good for him. The iron fists part was ironic too. And the end was sweet.

The Secret Library

This episode gave me another dose of nostalgia. That gondola ride was very charming, and quiet for the audience to take it all in, a rare luxury for a children’s show. Seeing most of the disney princesses’ places reminded me of fond memories when I grew up watching them. The design of the book is beautiful as well as the library.

I’m a bit bothered that Sofia’s been given the position. She like what? Ten? But at least like Tilly joined and guided her on her first quest. Merida not being fond of the signing parts are also good. While I like musicals it’s refreshing to see that she didn’t sing or even sang along. I guess this will be another role in Sofia and I’m fine with that.

Stormy Lani

While I appreciated the animation, outfit changes and the friendship, I did not really like this episode. Suspending disbelief is a thing but I could not suspend my disbelief any longer. There were too many questions. Lani suddenly having the ability to control the weather? Where did that come from? Did she just received them? Does her parents also have them? Are those powers only limited in their island? Too many I say. I’m sorry that I don’t tend to like Lani episodes. Hope there’ll be more of her.

Lord of the Rink

One of my favorites. They finally switched the typical girls can’t do boy’s things just because they’re girls. We need more for the boys. Hugo while he only seems to have a proper appearance in one episode per season, has good character development. I also love all of the skating outfits. Good excuse to have magic skates cause they live in a fantasy world. I feel like Hugo has come to a full circle as well as his friendship with Sofia. His classmates were supportive too, James in particular. Their skating finale was also fun to watch with the help of good animation.

Gone With the Wand

I finally got to see Cordelia. She has a good design and her voice is perfect. I saw a tweet from Craig saying that she’s younger but I’m getting older sister vibes from her. I also never thought that Cedric would have a niece who admires him but here we are. Calista annoyed me a little but who stole the episode were Sofia and Cedric.

Sofia is such a sweetheart, I bet she was really excited to let Cedric know of her surprise. I was hoping that Wormwood would be the second guest but the moment the mother and daughter entered I knew it was going to be the niece. Cordelia, taking things can be a phase but you should still do something about it. Discipline her.

Merlin was thankfully, nice to Cedric even when he messed up his words. The whole tour was fun and the Dragon Claw wand’s design is pretty neat. I just facepalmed when Calista revealed that she took the wand and took the jewel. I also was disappointed with Morgana’s personality. I’m sick of narcissistic villains. Whatever. I couldn’t suspend my disbelief on Cedric getting captured either. It would’ve been so much better if they animated the centaur grabbing Cedric’s wand. But I do like Sofia scolding Calista and telling her that she just wanted her friend to have a special day. The way they defeated Morgana was fine with me but what I didn’t like that Merlin gave her the hat.

“Eh no no, the girl didn’t take it. I gave her the hat.” No

“Turns out all I need to do is ask. Which is what I’m going to do from now on.” NO DON-

It undermines the actual lesson. It seems to imply that she’s going to expect people to give her the things she asked for. He didn’t tell her that even if no matter how nicely she asked, not everyone will give her what she wanted. At least Cedric was recognized by his hero. *Mutters* Loveable dorky fanboy.

Dads and Daughters Day

It was alright for the most part. The travel outfits are gorgeous, especially Amber’s and Hildegard’s. But the crucial part is the famous step-dad problem. I know I’ve already said this but Amber is growing up so well. Her telling Sofia and Hildegard about step-dads is amazing.

“That makes him Sofia’s step-dad, and step-dads are just as real as dad-dads.”

And last but not the least, Roland and Sofia.

“Sofia, it doesn’t matter whether I was your dad when you were born. I’m your dad now, and that makes me your real father, and you my real daughter. Now and forever. I love you Sofia.”

THIS MADE ME CRY DAMNIT.

Hexley Hall

A Cedric and Wormwood episode. Cedric looked shocked and bothered to discover that a princess was trapped in the very amulet he has tried to get the past years. Finally, I got to see Hexley Hall and I was not disappointed by the least and Cedric got a new stylish coat! Wormwood just straight up insulting Cedric in front of Sofia is saddening but I guess when you live with a guy for decades who fails at almost every time, you kinda get sick of it, especially if you’re a raven who’s used on various spells as a test subject. But why didn’t he notice his friend’s improvement over the past year?

The moment I saw Grimtrix I immediately knew he was a villain. I mean, the way he acts too nice is a dead giveaway. His voice and design are perfect by the way. I don’t know about anyone but the more I think about the purpose of the stairs, the dumber it got. Maybe if they showed that it’s a security feature it would have worked for me but nah. The other animals were alright, Wriggley being the most interesting. The song was going smooth until they got to the chorus. Something about it irks me.

Sofia’s “Of course he makes mistakes, everyone does.”

and

“Don’t you see when someone is your friend, you accept them, flaws and all.”

It took 3 seasons but the royal sorcerer and his raven finally understood each other. Wow, Wormwood actually said sorry and didn’t want the break up to happen. I love the teamwork between the three of them and Cedric’s glee when he got the weasel. Though I find it hard to convince myself that a small bulldog can beat a grown man, not mention a sorcerer in a tug of war. Maybe people like sorcerers don’t exercise much.

“I hope you all learned never to underestimate my master again. I certainly did.” Aww Wormwood.

Wormwood getting back together with Cedric was squeal worthy.

“But you’re perfect for each other.”

“Yes indeed, the perfect team.”

Adorable.

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This little light of mine: (Not a Request)

Author’s Note: I did this base of a Daddy!Wednesday prompt I sent in to bucky-plums-barnes because I wanted some Daddy!Bucky feels!!

Note: Fears, fluff mostly ^^

Pairing: Reader x Bucky; Dad!Bucky x Aurora (Platonic)

Words: 1400

Bucky’s heart is racing so fast he could feel it in the balls of his feet. It has been that way since the moment his wife of two years had told him that she was pregnant. His entire world had just stopped, because it wasn’t that he didn’t want this child it was the fact that he was utterly terrified. “(Y/N), are you serious?” He questioned, feeling sweat bead onto his skin causing his palms to be clammy. “Yes, I went to the doctor’s because I was feeling sick and they told me I was pregnant! Are you not happy with that?” She frowned softly. “No! No, no I’m ecstatic.” He said before swallowing. “It’s just… what if..” He trailed off unsure of how to word it. “We’ll get through this together.” She whispered, cupping his face.

Now Bucky was currently sitting in one of the waiting room chairs with the others at his side. His metal hand had broken the chair’s arm and Tony sighed, telling the nurse he’d pay for the damage. “Buck, it’ll be okay.” Steve spoke in a calm voice that he used whenever Bucky would have an attack. “I… I’m worried.” Bucky’s voice was trembling as emotions swirled through his eyes with unshed tears. “That’s okay too Bucky. It’s worrisome, but (Y/N) is okay. You’re going to be a Father. You’re going to be an amazing father.” He whispered softly as Bucky nods before swallowing thickly. He slowly ran his flesh fingers through his hair as he bit his lip when the doctor came in.

Bucky was out of that chair so fast it almost went through the wall as everyone stood behind him. “How-How is she?” He asked, feeling like his legs were going to give out at any moment. “She’s doing just fine. Everything went wonderful. You can go see her and your baby.” The doctor led them down the hall as Bucky held tightly to Steve’s wrist while practically dragging him to the room. Bucky froze, seeing (Y/N) sitting up in the bed with a small pink bundle wrapped up in her arms. Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as he stepped through the threshold when (Y/N) looked up, hair a little ruffled but nothing too bad. She held a tired smile as Bucky offered her one in response.

“She’s beautiful.” Steve comments, rubbing his wrist when Bucky finally let go of his death grip on Steve. “She is.” (Y/N) agreed as Steve gently pushed Bucky forward. “Would you like to hold our little girl?” She asked as Bucky looked down to his little girl’s chubby face. She was only about five pounds and only about fifteen inches with her hat almost covering her face. Bucky’s vision was blurred from the thought that this little bundle was his and no one else’s. “Bucky?” She asked as he looked up to (Y/N) finally who shifted to offer out the baby. “Do you want to hold her?” She asked again as he stepped back causing her eyes to soften. Bucky looked utterly terrified to touch his little baby girl.

Steve made Bucky sit down in the chair by the bed before slowly picking up the small child as Bucky jerked in his place as if ready to move if she were to fall. “Here.” Steve spoke softly before he slowly slide her into his arm. Bucky stopped moving almost instantly as he looked down to this small baby who laid nestled inside a heap of blanket. Bucky's scared, because this tiny life was placed into his arms. This tiny life that he'd helped to create. He's terrified of messing up. After everything he's gone through. He wants nothing more than to have good come out of this. That's when her little hand wrap around the finger he uses to slowly caress her face.

He's afraid that if he uses anymore contact he might harm her, but all of that disappears the moment that little smile spread across her face. He knows he did something right. He can’t help but smile back, because this little light was his to protect. “You are so perfect.” He whispered to her as she nuzzled into the touch when he blinked away the tears. (Y/N) smiled taking Steve’s hand as she watches what use to be the Winter Soldier fawn over his daughter. “I love you so much already.” He whispered, placing a kiss onto her cheek as she shifted before her eyes slowly fluttered open. “Hey there little Winifred. I know you know Daddy’s voice.” He whispered when her smile grew.

(Y/N) tears up, covering her mouth as everyone watched the sight in front of them. “Yes, yes she does.” Steve whispers as Sam walks up. “Well congrats Dad.” Sam grins. Bucky chuckles softly never taking his eyes off her, because she was by far the most precious thing he’s ever held. That’s when the nurse came in a little bit later, smiling to everyone. “Hey, I’m gonna take the baby down to put her in the nursery so that Momma here can rest.” She laughs softly before walking over to Bucky who looked to her. He looked back down to his daughter with an expression that said he didn’t want to let her go. “Um, sir? May I please take the baby?” She asked.

Bucky tried not to let his protective side come out as (Y/N) holds back a fit of laughter at his pout-like face. As much as he didn’t want to give her up he knew that he had to which causes him to sigh softly before he slowly hands the small life up to the nurse. He moved so carefully as if his baby girl was made from glass when the nurse finally took her. She nods to them both before she walks outside as Bucky leans in his chair forward, watching her leave. “Steve.” He said when Steve sighed before he walked out of the room. “Where is he going?” Sam asked, quirking an eyebrow. “To follow the nurse.” Natasha said, smirking from Bucky to (Y/N) who chuckled softly.

“She won’t hurt the baby Bucky.” (Y/N) said as Bucky nods. “You’re right. Steve won’t let her fall.” Bucky states when (Y/N) laughs. “I’m guessing you love her.” She whispered before Bucky smiles. “More than anything.” He whispered as she grins softly. “And to think about two days ago you were so worried about being a good Dad to her.” Sam comments. “And that little girl was wrapped around your metal finger.” Tony grins as Bucky’s face flushes gently. “You’ll be a good dad, you know why?” Natasha asked as he looked at her. “You have seventy years of love to give to not only (Y/N), but no her as well.” Natasha smiled causing Bucky to smile back.

A few minutes later Steve returned back as they looked to him. “She’s fine. Well she actually wasn’t fine the moment the nurse started walking down the hall away from her Dad.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Must remember my voice too, because she looked at me and just grinned.” Steve smiled like a dork. “Guess you and Sharon will need to start popping babies soon.” (Y/N) said as Steve’s entire face lit up. “Y-Yeah… I mean maybe some day.” He mumbled as everyone started laughing. “Come on, we should let (Y/N) rest.” Bucky looks to (Y/N) who smiles tiredly. He leans over and presses a kiss to her lips. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” He whispered as she nods, smiling softly.

After everyone walked out and (Y/N) was now laying down to rest Bucky walked over to the nursery as everyone followed him. “There she is.” Steve pointed to the small little Winnie in between two young boys. “There’s my little light.” Bucky whispered while everyone surrounded him, smiling. Bucky slowly placed his metal hand up onto the glass when Winnie shifted her hand and placed it onto the plastic siding. It was hard to imagine himself standing here with a normal life after everything that had happened to him. It was hard to imagine that he use to be the Winter Soldier and assassin with no remorse for those he had slaughtered. However, now that he’s here… He wouldn’t want it any other way.

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berjhawn · 6 years

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Death Ever After - Part 7 - Wedding Dress

Death Ever After - A Modern Marvel Alternate Universe x Reader - Reader is a Childhood friends with the Barnes Children; Richard, Bucky, and Rebecca. A terrible accident occurs forcing the Reader to move in with her biological father. Years pass and destiny decides to play a joke on the reader. Chaos Ensues.

Warnings: Abusive families; Accidents; Death; blame game; etc

Pairings: Modern Marvel AU X Reader; Slight Richard X Reader; Bucky X Reader

(A/N) This is a Modern Marvel Alternate Universe. In this universe the Barnes parents, George and Winifred are still alive. I brought in Bucky’s comic canon sister Rebecca but added an older brother named Richard. Howard and Maria Stark are also still alive along with Jarvis. Some Characters may seem OOC at time but this is an alternate reality people, shit happens. I hope you all like it.

Death Ever After Masterlist

Part 1 - A True Hero

Part 2 - A New Life?

Part 3 - Becoming A Stark

Part 4 - Therapeutic

Part 5 - Hearsay

Part 6 - Shake It Out

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Bucky sat in the dress shop with his mother and ex-girlfriend Natasha as his little sister had the final touches done on her dress. His brow furrowed as he listened to his Mother prattle on and on about the wedding details to Natasha. He didn’t want to be here. Hell, he’d rather be in the middle of a lecture from his father than here with his mother. He glances at Natasha who smirks at his annoyance. She was loving this. Rolling his eyes, he pulls out his cell phone and sends a text to Steve.

Save me, please – Bucky

From? – Steve

My mother – Bucky

Oh, too bad, you’re on your own – Steve

“Dammit,” Bucky says aloud sliding the phone back into his jacket pocket. He turns his attention back to the ladies only to see his mother cocking an eyebrow at him. “My apologies, there was a mishap at work.”

“Is everything alright?” He hears Rebecca ask as she comes around the corner wearing her dress.

“Yeah, it’s all taken care of.” He answers quickly as he stands up and walks over to her a bright smile on his face.

“Good,” Their mother says as she moves to stand next to them. “Aww Rebecca you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you, mom.” Rebecca replies as tears of happiness fill her eyes. “So, Bucky, what do you think?” She asks as she turns back to her brother.

“I think you look beautiful Becca.” He says making a smile fill her lips.

“Of course, she does, she’s a Barnes.” Winifred says patting him on the shoulder causing him to roll his eyes. “Oh Rebecca, I was going over the guest list last night and a name on it caught me by surprise.” His mother continues making worry fill Rebecca’s face. Bucky furrowed his brow at her expression.

“Oh?” Rebecca replies trying to hide her expression.

“Yes, I was surprised because I didn’t realize you knew the Starks.” Winifred says a hint of something hopeful in her eyes.

“Wait, you know a Stark?” Bucky asks his eyes focusing on his sister.

“Uh, yeah. We met in college.” She was hiding something, Bucky knew it, and he was gonna figure it out.

“I was so surprised I just couldn’t keep it from your father. He wants to introduce your brother to her.”

“Wait what?” Bucky exclaims taken aback.

“No!” Becca cries making them all cock an eyebrow at her. “I’m sorry but she already has a boyfriend. A very nice one.”

“You think I’m not nice?” Bucky asks even more curious.

“That’s not what I meant.” She covers her face as she lets out a heavy sigh. “I need a moment. Nat, will you help me?”

“Sure thing,” She says as she follows after Rebecca into the back. Bucky watches completely confused until they are gone.

“Now James, when we meet Miss Stark I want you to be on your best behavior.”

“Mother, did you not hear what Becca just said? The girl has a boyfriend.”

“I know, but things happen and relationships end every day. Just think what kind of opportunities it can open for us.”

“Can we talk about this later please, Becca is stressed out enough already.”

“You’re right, we can talk about it more at the wedding.” She says patting him on the arm. Bucky knew this wasn’t over. He could see the wheels in his mother’s head turning. Saved by the bell, his phone rings making him excuse himself to the other room to answer it. His head hurt. This day needed to end. “Hello?” He asks pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Wow, dude it’s only been like what ten minutes since you texted. Did it turn that bad?” Steve asks making Bucky let out a chuckle.

“You have no idea. Mom’s trying to marry me off to women I’ve never met again.” Bucky replies a groan of annoyance leaving his lips.

“Oh, and who may I ask is the unlucky lady?” Steve asks making Bucky lean against a nearby wall.

“Apparently the Stark’s daughter. Honestly I didn’t even know they had one.” There was silence on the other end making Bucky cock an eyebrow in curiosity. “You still there, pal?”

“Oh yeah, sorry, was lost in paperwork. What’d you say?” Steve asks a hint of worry in his voice.

“I told her no, considering Becca said she has a boyfriend.”

“Well then you did good. Especially considering who her boyfriend is.”

“Oh, do you know him?”

“I kind of, am him.” Steve replies making Bucky’s face whiten.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” Bucky replies as he reaches up and rubs his forehead.

“Buck, it’s fine. You already told them you weren’t interested. I know you wouldn’t do that to me.” Steve says making Bucky’s brow furrow.

“Still… How come you never told me that’s who you were dating?”

“Well considering how well the press would handle the situation we decided it was best for us to keep it quiet.”

“Was this your idea or hers?”

“Mine, she was worried they might spread rumors that would hurt Sarah. So, I suggested we keep things quiet.”

“I understand that; but why didn’t you tell me? You’re my best friend.” Bucky asks looking back into the other room to see Rebecca coming out of the dressing room a look of relief on her face.

“Look, let’s talk about this later. I’m about to go into a meeting.” Steve replies worry in his voice.

“Sounds bad.” Bucky replies making Steve grunt in reply.

“I’ll be glad when we catch this asshole. I’m tired of letting him slip through my fingers.” Steve replies making Bucky nod.

“Same here pal. I’ll let you get back to it. I’ll see you Friday for the rehearsal dinner?”

“Yeah, (Name) and I’ll be there.” Steve replies and Bucky feels a feeling of worry and panic fill his stomach at the mention of her name.

“Okay, I’ll see ya then.” Bucky quickly hangs his phone up and tossing his head back lets out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. (Name), just the mention of the girl’s name sent waves of regret and pain throughout his body. He knew it was most likely not her considering he couldn’t find her. He glances to the other side of the room and for a moment his heart stops. He practically runs out the door to get a better look at the young girl that had just walked by when she glances back at him. A sigh of relief escapes his lips upon realizing its not (Name).

He offers the girl a polite business smile before he turns away to let out a heavy sigh. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? The memory of her fear filled face as she sat in her wheelchair hiding behind his sister fills his mind making his stomach churn. It was his own fault he felt this way. No one could tell him different. A hand on his shoulder causes him to jump in surprise.

“Woah! It’s okay.” Natasha says griping tightly to his arm helping his calm down. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“Sorry, my heads messing with me.” Bucky replies straightening his suit.

“Oh, can I ask what about?” She asks and Bucky nods slightly as he tells her about his conversation with Steve and about him thinking he saw the girl from his past. “Wow, I can’t believe Steve’s dating Becca’s friend. I don’t mean anything bad by it, I just thought he wouldn’t date again after Peggy.”

“I thought so too.”

“It’s very surprising; but still, I’m glad he’s found someone.” Natasha says a soft smile filling her lips.

“Same, I just wish she had a different first name.” Bucky replies a shaky laugh leaving his lips.

“Have you ever thought about therapy for your trauma?” She asks worry feeling her face. “You can’t always drink the pain away.”

“Trauma?” He scoffs shaking his head. “This,” He motions to his head, “Is nothing compared to what I did to that girl. This is what I deserve.”

“I hope someday, you find someone that is able to help heal you.” She replies gently touching his arm. “I’m just sorry it wasn’t me.” He scoffs as he reaches out and pulls her into his arms and holds her tight.

“Don’t say that, you helped me enough.” He gently rubs her back as he continues, “besides you have someone better than me that loves you how you deserve to be loved.”

“Well aren’t you just a great guy?”

“Shh, don’t tell anyone.”

“So, are you excited to the rehearsal dinner Friday?” Natasha asks as she pulls away.

“No, not really.” Bucky replies straightening his jacket.

“When was the last time you went home?” She asks making Bucky remember the painful memories of the last conversation he had had with his brother fill his head.

“Not since I graduated high school. When college came around I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.”

“So, this will be a form of therapy for you. Make you face your fears. All the more reason I can’t wait.” She chuckles as she walks back into the store to rejoin his mother and sister. Bucky shakes his head as he turns back to look at the building around him. He had done Natasha wrong, that wasn’t a lie, and it surprised him how the two of them could go back to being friends after all they had been through. It helped that she had found someone better. “This wedding can’t go by fast enough.”

Will Continue -

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