#going on a little girls trip with my besties tomorrow

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don't want to walk alone | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | part two: august

summary: you head down to savannah, georgia with syd, sugar, liz, and maya for a not-bachelorette weekend.

warnings: swearing, eventual smut, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov, she/her pronouns

wc: 5.5k

a/n: it's finally heeeeere!!! i know i've gotten quite side tracked with my luca fic, but chapter two of don't want to walk alone is finally here thank god. anyways, this is a carmy-lite chapter, but i think this is just as important. enjoy, besties. chapter three is thee wedding, so it may take a while for me to get that one out and honestly, i like taking my time with this one. i have some very fun ideas and yes we will be getting honeymoon smut don't worry. please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.

part one | masterlist | part three

Thursday

“Hey, did Syd go out already?” you hear Natalie ask, causing you to pause what you’re doing. 

You’re in the middle of laying out the gifts you’ve brought for your friends for the weekend, as a thank you for coming to Savannah to help you find a wedding dress. You’re not looking for anything extravagant – you are eloping at the courthouse after all – but it felt like a good excuse to get your best friends together for the weekend too. While you’ve spent most of your time planning this trip insisting that it’s not a bachelorette party, it’s certainly beginning to feel like one. 

“Just because we’re not doing a big wedding thing doesn’t mean we can’t do a pre-wedding girls’ trip,” you’d explained to Liz and Maya over your group FaceTime. 

“Hmmm, sounds a bit like a bachelorette party,” Maya had observed with every intent of provoking you.

“It’s not a bachelorette party!” you had vehemently insisted on the call. 

“Sounds a little like one to me,” Liz had added, earning an eye roll from you as you murmured something about the two of them always ganging up on you. 

So here you are, deciding that, maybe, you should just lean into it. 

While Sydney’s gone to the grocery to do the shopping (something she insisted on doing since you’re both making brunch for tomorrow morning) it’s just you and Nat in the house. You could’ve sworn Nat was on the phone earlier – Pete being the every-worrying, doting husband who hasn’t spent a night away from his wife since she got pregnant. 

“Hey, you!” you finally greet her, a broad smile spreading across your face as you turn to see your very pregnant almost-sister-in-law. “Uh… yeah she was going to the grocery store for some things. Need me to text her?”

Natalie shakes her head ‘no,’ before stepping into one of the many rooms that fill the airbnb that you have rented for the weekend. 

“Watcha got goin’ on over here?” Nat asks curiously, as she takes a few steps towards you. 

“Well,” you sigh, placing the neatly folded set of washable silk PJs down on one of the two twin beds that fill the bedroom that Maya and Liz will be sleeping in. “Just because you’re not technically my bridesmaids doesn’t mean that I can’t get you guys gifts, right?”

Sugar snorts, “Huh. That’s funny.”

“Hm?” you hum in response. 

“Soooo many things, especially since you won’t just admit this is your version of a bachelorette party but…” she teases you, pausing before she continues with: 

“I mostly came in here because I have a gift for you.

“What? You didn’t have to get me a gift,” you start, watching as Nat presents a gift bag stuffed to the brim with tissue paper. 

“I know. But just because you refuse to admit that this is a bachelorette party, doesn’t mean I can’t get you a bridal gift,” she answers, taking a seat on one of the beds as she repeats your own reasoning back to you. 

“Fair enough,” you chuckle sitting down on the bed as you accept her gift. 

Parting the mountain of tissue paper, you pull a neatly folded article of clothing wrapped in more tissue paper. Gently, you slide the fabric out of its sleeve, revealing a silk lace slip nightgown out of the gift bag. 

You gasp, examining the soft, delicate material in your hands. 

“Nat, this is-, holy shit. It’s stunning,” you marvel, running your fingers over the creme-colored material. 

“I saw it and couldn’t help myself,” she smiles proudly, happy to see that you love it. 

“It’s perfect,” you whisper, this time moving your fingers over the black lace trim at the hemline. 

“I wanted to give it to you before everyone got here,” she explains softly. “Wear it this weekend. Or for the honeymoon. I don’t know. I saw it and… it just felt like you.”

“Thank you,” you smile, your heart warming as you lean over to give her a hug. She squeezes you back, ecstatic that you love her gift. 

“Think Carmy’ll be jealous I didn’t get him anything?” she asks, jokingly, her eyes narrowing. 

“Oh, this is a gift for him too,” you’re quick to reply with a smirk. 

“Ew!” she glares at you, earning a laugh from you as you defend yourself. 

You shrug, “You set yourself up with that one, mama.”

You exchange a look, and a laugh, as Sugar playfully rolls her eyes at the thought of her brother doing anything more explicit than what could be in a PG-rated film. 

“How ya doin? How’s my soon-to-be-nephew?” you ask, shifting your body so that you’re facing here even more so now as you change the subject. 

“I’m alright,” she sighs, leaning back on her hands behind her. “Second trimester’s been a whole lot better than the first but… this whole pregnancy thing? Wow.”

“Yeah, we are in no hurry,” you empathize, adding a little humor to your sentiment. 

“Well, from what I hear, it hasn’t stopped either of you from-,” she begins to tease you and now it’s your turn to say:

“Oh my god, Natalie! Ew!” 

You roll your eyes this time, no stranger to the fact that you and Carmy’s sex life has started a rumor or two that’s gotten passed around the restaurant staff like wildfire.

She nudges you playfully, earning another laugh from you before the two of you settle into a comfortable silence, sitting side by side. 

Natalie takes a beat, carefully choosing what she wants to say to you, especially since heart to hearts weren’t exactly common for her growing up. 

“I also came in here to say…” she begins, her voice softening because she really means it. “I am so glad that he met you – Carmy – that you found each other. And I meant it when I said that I couldn’t wait for us to be sisters.”

The memory of the night you both got violently high together before Sugar got pregnant – the night she first called you her sister-in-law – brings the biggest smile to your face as you laugh. 

“You’ve changed his life,” she finishes, the deepest of gratitude coloring the words she says. 

You think someone should’ve warned you that getting married would bring up so many goddamn feelings, because you’ve been feeling pretty damn nostalgic and emotional lately too. 

With watery eyes, you grab Sugar’s hand, giving it a squeeze as you say, “Nat, he changed mine. He keeps… changing mine.” You pause for a moment wondering when, all of a sudden, you’ve gotten this sappy. “I love Carmen… so much. And… I’m so glad that in loving him… it brought us together too.”

She nods in agreement, as she whispers a tearful ‘yeah,’ giving your hand a squeeze in return before releasing it. 

“Jesus Christ. When did we become these people?” you chuckle, shaking your head. 

“I have no fucking clue but I’m blaming the pregnancy hormones,” Nat laughs with you. 

She pauses once more, and it’s as if she can’t help herself, diving into it again because there’s so much more she wants to say. 

“You know, I always wanted a sister…” Natalie starts with a disappointed nod of her head. “I always thought… like, maybe things would’ve been different or something. Mikey and Carmy could do no wrong, you know, but me?” 

She lets out another sigh, shifting her sitting position in pursuit of something more comfortable. 

“I don’t know… I always wondered what it would be like – to have an ally in it all, a partner in crime – because Mom was Mom… and-. Well, you know. But now with the baby coming, I just can’t picture putting a child through that.” 

She takes a beat this time, making sure she’s clear on what she’s trying to communicate to you. 

“I think what I’m trying to say is, selfishly, I’m so damn glad Carmy swallowed his pride and called you all those years ago.”

You’re grinning from ear to ear as you listen, agreeing with, “Me fucking too, buddy.”

The sound of the front door is an almost-welcomed interruption as you and Nat exchange a look, the both of you coming to the conclusion that it’s probably Sydney, back from the store. 

“Helloooooooo!” you both hear Sydney call out in the empty downstairs area of the airbnb. 

“We should probably go. See if Sydney needs our help?” Natalie suggests.

“Yeah,” you reply, standing up from where you’re seated on the bed. 

“Nat,” you say, offering a hand to help her up. 

She takes it, murmuring a thank you before groaning about her feet. You giggle, but this time, you have one last thing you want to say to her. 

“Thank you for the gift… and for what you just told me,” you say, before finishing your thought with, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replies, a soft smile on her face. 

You share a look, and one more moment, before heading downstairs. 

“Look who I found!” Sydney squeals, her voice resonating broadly throughout the house. 

It’s then that you hear the sounds of luggage being rolled, as Maya goes on about how cute this place is, while Liz, following closely behind exclaims something about how goddamn hot it is outside. 

“Oh my god!” you exclaim, leaping over the last few stairs as you crowd both of your New York friends. 

It’s an exchange of squeals, how are you’s, how were your trips, and enthusiastic hugs exchanged between old friends. 

“Liz, Maya, you remember Natalie, right?” you introduce, as Nat gives both of your friends a small wave. 

While Liz and Maya have met Sydney multiple times (including a few trips to New York Sydney’s taken by herself), you know your two best friends have only met Sugar once or twice when visiting you in Chicago. 

“Yes, Carmy’s sister!” Liz says, her eyes lighting up with recognition. 

“Yes,” Nat nods, confirming the statement. 

“Well, come on in! I’ll show you up to your room so you can put your stuff down and whatnot,” you encourage, ushering the both of them upstairs as Natalie asks if Syd needs help unloading the car. 

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” Maya exclaims, excitedly. 

“In Savannah… That you two idiots somehow figured it out and are getting married,” Liz continues, adding clarity around the very layered statement. 

You laugh, “Listen, you and I both, sister.”

You show both Liz and Maya to their shared room as the three of you catch up about the flight here, shared exclamations about how stoked you are for the weekend, about how much you were all in need of a good vacation anyways. As you watch your best friends set their things down and begin to settle in, it feels surreal. 

Like you and Carmy’s last trip to New York, it feels as if your worlds are once again colliding – two sets of friends from two very different chapters of your life as you approach a new one. 

Friday 

Your not-bachelorette brunch menu goes as follows: 

Syd’s famous potato chip omelet, a vanilla bean yogurt with Liz’s favorite homemade granola recipe, made last night before bed, bacon you’re frying up in a cast iron pan that belongs to the stocked rental kitchen, and one of Liz’s favorite mocktails because, yes,

“You’re making us go for a hike?!” Maya exclaims. “In this heat? In this humidity?!”

“I thought you were… on your whole SoulCycle kick,” you’re quick to reply. 

“Yeah, because it’s indoors,” she emphasizes with a sigh of defeat. 

“Thank god you didn’t get your hair done for this, babe,” Liz teases her friend, earning a ‘seconded’ from Maya. 

“Oh my god! I forgot that we both love SouCycle!” Sugar chimes in, simultaneously. 

“Add it to the list,” Maya replies, because she and Nat have gotten quite chummy over the last 12 hours. 

After ordering pizza last night, Maya and Nat had promptly curled up in a corner of the couch with a glass of wine for Maya, and an non-alcoholic cocktail for Nat, and spent almost two uninterrupted hours of realizing that they had way too much in common to not become instant-besties.

“So let me get this straight. It’s your bachelorette party and-,” Maya begins, straightening up on the barstool that lines the other side of the breakfast bar. 

“It’s not a bachelorette party, it’s just a girls’ weekend,” you and Syd say in unison, you more insistent while Syd simply recites the words as that you’ve droned on about again and again. 

“And we’re not going out?” Maya asks, unamused by your lack of enthusiasm.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you shrug, careless for the idea of going out this weekend. 

“What about the strippers?!” Maya exclaims, a little louder this time, sending all of you into a fit of giggles. 

“What strippers?!” Syd exclaims. 

“Listen, I’m not against strippers…” you laugh with a shake of your head. “...but I just wanted this weekend to be about getting my favorite people together and looking for a dress. YOU are the one who called it a bachelorette party.”

“You’ll have to excuse Maya. It’s been a while since she’s had a weekend away from full-time mom duty,” Liz teases her, as the two of you share a knowing look. 

“Not to mention full-time work! And full-time wife-ing,” Maya adds insistently. “I’m ready to shake my ass!” 

You and Sugar both snort with laughter and Syd snickers again, plating her final omelet. 

“And while she’s somehow the first one of us to settle down, she’s also always been the biggest party animal of the both of us,” you continue, picking up where Liz left off. 

“See, this is what you have to look forward to,” Syd jokes, directing her comment to Nat. “The both of you.”

“Oh shut up,” she quips back, playfully. 

You shrug, before offering to help Syd distribute her stunningly plated omelets to the kitchen table that Liz has already set. 

“Tell us what you made today,” you joke, doing your best Padma Lakshmi impression, as if Sydney were a contestant on Top Chef. 

Sydney laughs, while the rest of the girls take their seats, standing at the head of the table as she takes your invitation to roleplay a little too seriously:

“So this… is a potato chip omelet with boursin cheese inspired by our very own Natalie Berzatto.”

“You’re amazing,” Natalie coos, because she truly cannot get enough of this omelet. 

“This looks incredible,” Maya compliments, admiring the neatly shaped French omelet. 

“And the potato chips are fucking genius,” Liz marvels, simultaneously.

“Something I started making at the restaurant just for Nat since, you know, it kinda hits all the cravings. It’s salty. It’s filling. You know you got a little texture going on with the chips. Aaaaand I’m starving so let’s end this Top Chef cosplay right now and eat,” Syd says, earning a laugh and statements of agreement from the rest of you as she rushes to the last empty chair. 

You spend the morning enjoying breakfast before ushering everyone out to the car for your hike. Insistent on heading out there before it gets too hot, you decide it’s probably best to go before noon. As you head out to the Skidaway Island State Park trail, the fact that you friends are finally all together in one room begins to hit you. While Nat and Maya have hit it off over their love for SoulCycle, how strange pregnancy cravings are, and their mutual adoration for Maggie Rogers, you smile to yourself while you listen to Sydney and Liz dissect the most recent season of Love Island. 

And despite the few yet passionate protestations, the hiking trail really isn’t all that bad. The five of you spend about an hour out there, hanging out a little longer along the boardwalk, before heading back into town for lunch, and then home for showers and some downtime. Tonight’s game plan is to get all dressed up (sort of) then head to Mashama Bailey’s restaurant, The Grey. 

You take some time (and a nap) to yourself this afternoon, knowing that everyone else has taken some time to read, catch up a little, or just hang out. As you awaken from your nap, you flip through your phone for a bit, and, you think to yourself, it feels really damn good to slow down. 

You decide to call Carmy, Facetime-ing him as you remain snuggled up in the airbnb bed. It takes a few rings before Carmy answers, his hair wild, dressed in his chef whites. 

“Hey, babe,” Carmy smiles, as soon as your face appears on his phone screen. “It’s good to hear from you.”

“You too. I’m glad you picked up,” you reply, a lightness in your voice that only comes with vacation-you. 

“How’s my girl doing?” he asks you, adoration in his eyes. 

You hum happily in response, stretching a little in your bed. 

“She’s great. But she misses you,” you answer, soaking in how much you love when he calls you his girl. “The trip’s been great so far, baby. We went for a hike this morning and uh, well, everyone’s really hit it off. Pretty sure Nat and Maya have become best friends now.”

“Uh oh.”

“Oh come on,” you chuckle, snuggling deeper into the duvet. “You know Maya’s always been your biggest fan.”

“Yeah,” he nods softly, because he does know that, for whatever reason, she’s always been his biggest advocate. 

“But how are you? How’s Aioli? What am I missing?” you ask your future husband. 

“We’re good. And Aioli is still the most spoiled cat in the Greater Chicago area. Not much to report here. Just taking a smoke break before dinner service,” he answers with a shrug. 

“What’re you up to?”

“Just waking up from a nap,” you reply with a yawn, your disheveled bedhead more of a turnon then Carmy will admit. “And we’re going to The Grey later.”

“Mashama’s place?”

“Yeah.”

“You gonna get all dressed up?” he asks, his interest piquing. 

“Yeah, I think we are,” you reply, the conversation taking a slightly flirtier turn as you add, “Don’t worry. I’ll send pictures.” 

With a shy look on his face, Carmy returns with a:

“Oh shit. Well, let me know how it is. The restaurant.”

“I’ll report back,” you assure him. “You know… maybe we can come back here together. Another time.”

Carmy hums in response, barely able to wrap his head around the idea of a vacation. It’s not like you’d never been on one together, but no matter how many steps he takes back, how much he’s learned he’s allowed to (sometimes) slowdown, the unshakeable fear of falling behind hangs over his head. He’s learning, getting better at it, and you’ve helped, but it somehow always still feels a little unsettling at first. 

You can see that Carmy’s mind is running a mile a minute, so you decide to cut to the chase as you say: 

“I just… wanted to call and see what was up. Tell you I was thinking about you, babe.”

He smiles softly. 

“Yeah,” he exhales. “I’m thinking about you too.”

He waits a beat before following up with:

“I’m always thinking about you.”

“I love you, Bear,” you whisper, a smile on your lips. 

“I love you too,” he says back, and you swear Apple has installed a filter on FaceTime with how vibrant and blue his eyes are as he looks at you. 

The knock at your bedroom door grabs your attention, your eyes shifting immediately to where the door hangs slightly open.

“Hey, I heard you were up,” Sydney says, poking her head in. “Can I come in?”

“Oh my god! Yeah, of course. I’m just on the phone with Carmy. Wanna come say hi?” you encourage, waving her your way. 

“Sure!” she grins, quick to hop onto the bed, settling down right next to where you lay. 

“Great. It’s like you never left Chicago,” Carmy groans dryly, as Sydney snuggles in. 

“Whatever. You miss us,” Sydney shoots back with a playful eye roll.

Carmy’s become no stranger to getting kicked out of his own bed when Sydney comes over – you and her taking it over to watch a movie or giggle while watching TikTok videos for hours on end. Most days he’s so glad that you found a friend in each other, while other days, he’d very much like his bed back. 

“Well, babe. I won’t keep you. I’ll see you Sunday?” Carmy asks, more than happy to let you spend time with your friends. 

“See ya Sunday, honey,” you reply before ending the call. 

You toss your phone on your bed with a sigh as Sydney fake vomits at your sickeningly sweet goodbye. 

“Did you nap?” she asks you. 

“Dude I passed the fuck out,” you reply, enthusiastically. 

“I don’t know how you do it. Like, I think I’ve seen you sleep in…” she starts, trying to pull together a rough guesstimate in her head of how many times she’s seen you nap in a public place. “... more places than I can count.”

“OH! I have not forgotten about your little… photo album,” you remind her, in reference to the photo collection of you sleeping that she has of you. “I’m begging you to release this photo album AT our wedding brunch.” 

And you’re only half-joking about it. 

“Did you get a nap in?”

“Nah.” 

You take another breath as you and Sydney lay next to each other, settling into a comfortable quiet as you reflect on the moment you had with Sugar yesterday, suddenly consumed with an immense amount of gratitude for her and Sydney’s presence in your life. 

“Shit…” you exhale. 

“What’s up?” Sydney asks you, turning her head to look over at you this time. 

“Somebody should’ve warned me that getting married would like… bring up all these extra feelings about… literally everything,” you admit, your eyes fixed to the patterns on the popcorn ceiling above you. 

“Oh god,” she groans. “Don’t tell me you’re pregnant.”

“God no!” you snort, reassuring her that you just finished your period. 

You and Sydney exchange another laugh, and a look of mutual affection, before returning your gazes back to the ceiling. 

“You wanna… talk about it?” Sydney asks, carefully. 

It’s not that you and Sydney don’t do the heavy stuff together, but she’s become one of your best friend because she makes you laugh harder than anyone ever has, so it always feels different – foreign in a way – when you have these moments together. 

Your friendship with Syd is lighter. It’s laugh until your abs hurt kind of lighter. 

But you know she’s here for all the rest of it too. 

“Uh… sure,” you answer, as you share what’s on your mind. “I’ve just been so nostalgic lately. Just thinking about… you know… me and Carmy’s relationship. The life I’ve built with him. You guys….”

“Ew,” she jokes, her face twisting into an expression of repulsion. 

“I know,” you groan, unable to stifle the life that escapes your lips. 

“Not to get all, you know, emotional or anything,” Sydney starts, shrugging it off like it’s no big deal. 

“But like… I wanted to work with Carmy, you know? Which is why I came to The Beef. And… It was a lot.” She pauses, thinking about what she wants to say next as you nod along because you know it was a lot. “I wanted to learn from him and… I wanted to be somewhere that I could make an impact – where I could make something good.”

And in the spirit of being sappy and nostalgic Syd continues. 

“And… I never thought, like, in a million years… that on top of building a restaurant… I’d meet you. You’re like… one of my best friends.” 

“Woahhhh,” you tease her, pretending to be surprised. 

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I know.”

You both take a beat, knowing that you’re both using humor to deflect from the moment of vulnerability that you’re sharing. 

“Syd?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re one of my best friends too.”

Saturday

“This isn’t me. I mean… none of this… is me,” you say to yourself, examining your reflection in the mirror. “I mean. We’re getting married at the courthouse, you know?!” 

Maya had booked you an appointment at one of those high end bridal boutiques where they make a custom sign for you and serve champagne, and while it was more than a lovely gesture, even the least-fancy dresses here still don’t feel right.

“I figured as much but thought we’d give it a shot,” Maya sighs, disappointedly, as Syd and Nat exchange glances. 

“If it helps, your tits look great,” Liz suggests, earning a laugh from you because, she’s not wrong and it may be the highlight of this dress stop. 

A mischievous smile spreads across your lips as you say: 

“C’mon. I have an idea!”

It’s those five words that lead you to the most ridiculous bridal consignment shop with the floofiest gowns you’ve seen all day. Deciding that you should have a little more fun with today, you use the fact that you’re the bride and it’s your weekend to convince your friends that they have to try the most extravagant and silly dresses on with you.

“Oh my god! Well we’re going to make beautiful brides,” Maya gasps facetiously, as she steps out of the fitting room in what can only be looked at as a ball gown. 

“I’m pretty sure this thing has a built-in petticoat,” Liz adds, spinning around in the dress she’s tried on, something that looks like it should be what one milks cows in. 

“I’m SO sending this to Patrick,” you laugh, snapping photo after photo on your phone while Nat cackles along with you. “I think you guys are going to have to get married again just so you can wear this dress.”

Before you know it, Sydney is pushing you into a dressing room with another dress to try on, promising you that she’ll try something on this time too. It takes way too long to put on the ball of taffeta, and Sugar has to come in to help figure out what goes where, before you emerge once again, like a cotton ball of a bride. 

“Well, I think this is the one,” you joke, staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

“And we can’t forget thiiiiiis,” Maya says in a sing-song voice, adding a hand beaded veil to your head this time. 

“Wait, this is actually really pretty,” Nat says, in reference to the veil. 

You agree with her, as Maya slips away to grab a few more dresses from out front, before turning your attention to the still-closed dressing room that Syd is hiding in. 

“Sydney Adamu. Get your ass out here!” you holler, just as she makes her dramatic entrance, pulling back the curtain to the fitting room. 

“Oh my god!” you gasp, the minute you see her in the beaded, fitted white dress. Aside from the mermaid tail-like hem, the fitted bodice fits her like a glove. “Ummm… this is hot!” 

“Excuse me?!” Nat squeals as Liz simultaneously adds, “Okay, miss thing! Give us a walk! Give us a spin.” 

“You guys are out of control,” Sydney says, gesturing towards the three of you, even though she knows you’re right. 

She looks phenomenal. 

“Okay, okay. Go try these on. I think I finally found some good ones,” Maya encourages. And before you can even protest, she’s handing you a few hangers worth of white dresses and shoving you into a dressing room while Syd continues to strut around the fitting room area. 

You smile to yourself, listening to your friends giggle and squeal over the silly dresses, while you hang up the few that Maya’s picked out for you. One in particular catches your eye: a slip-like silhouette with a high halter-like neckline that cuts low in the back. You run your fingers over the smooth material and decide to try this one on first. 

The dress fits a little big, and the hemline is a little long, but it’s nothing you can’t take to a tailor. You pinch the fabric, picturing what it would look like fitting a little closer to your body as you shout:

“Guys!!” 

“What? Did we do the impossible? You find something you actually like?” Sydney teases you, as you pull the curtain back. 

“Um… well it needs to be taken in some. And hemmed. But… yeah,” you reply, the reactions immediate on your friend’s faces as soon as they see you. 

Maya gasps, while Liz’s jaw drops. Tears well in Nat’s eyes while Syd rubs a few soothing circles on Nat’s upper back. 

“Holy shit,” Liz says. 

“We did the impossible,” Maya adds, awestruck. “We actually found something that you, the anti-bride, actually like.”

“Oh sweetheart, you look so, so beautiful,” Nat whispers, so overwhelmed with emotion as she thinks of you and Carmy. And because this is so not any of you, Sugar can’t help herself, instantly deflecting with a dry, “God, I can’t believe you haven’t left his ass,” as the five of you burst into another fit of giggles. 

As the laughter subsides, and the reality that you’re going to marry the love of your life sets in, you stare back at yourself in the mirror once more, the words falling out of your mouth. 

“Yeah. I… think this is it.”

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Crowded around the dinner table, the five of you work through what seems like a never-ending amount of Chinese takeout, as you wonder to yourself who let Liz over-order when you’re all leaving tomorrow morning. You sit next to Sydney, one of her knees tucked into her chest as she listens to all the drama from Liz’s last kitchen job. 

“Shit,” Sydney commiserates. “When do you just say ‘fuck it’ and start your own spot?”

“Uh… when I marry rich and don’t have to worry about the business of it all?” Liz replies, earning an ‘amen’ from Nat and a laugh from you. 

“I always knew,” Maya says, a sure smile on her face as she changes the subject. 

“What?” you ask her, quizzically. 

“I always knew that you and Carmy would end up together,” she replies with a certain amount of aplomb that baffles you. 

It’s a simultaneous “How could you know?” from Liz and “How could you know that?” from Sydney, and an “I didn’t even know!” from you, as Nat exclaims a skeptical, “My brother?!”

“I knew! Because…” she declares insistently. 

“I saw the way that Carmen looked at you. How he always looked at you. Even when you thought you were just friends. Even when you guys banged and thought you fucked it all up. And especially when he finally got over himself and invited you to Chicago.”

It’s a strange feeling, that one of your best friends in the whole wide world could see something that you, for a long time, could barely understand yourself, and it reminds you of the magnitude of you and Carmy’s love story. 

“That was really beautiful,” Sydney admits, so casually that you have to laugh. 

“You always were his biggest champion,” you say, earning a confident nod from Maya. 

“Hey, remember when he was so nervous to even talk to you that he spilled your drink all over you?” Liz brings up, almost jokingly as you all burst out into laughter. 

“You were soooooo mad.”

“So mad!” you agree passionately. 

“Poor guy didn’t know what he was doing,” Liz chuckles. 

“What an asshole,” Nat adds, as she and Sydney exchange a knowing look. 

“Well. I will cheers to that,” you announce, even though you know, for all the shit you give him, he is and always will be the love of your life. 

“To our last night here in Savannah. And you, our best friend, in all of her anti-bride glory who got us all here this weekend. And to Carmy, for loving our girl. Our king and queen of (not-so-much-anymore) denial,” Maya toasts, holding up her glass. 

You cheers with your friends, exchanging laughs and quips as your glasses clink. You look around the table, and it’s not just the wine you’re drinking that brings a warmth to your cheeks. There’s Liz and Maya, the friends that loved you through your life before Carmy, through hating him, and eventually, through falling in love with him. And then there’s Nat and Syd, the two women who, had you and Carmy not taken a chance on each other, you never would’ve met. Never would’ve gotten to know. Never would’ve gotten to love. 

You’re starting to understand this whole bachelorette party thing. You may not have bridesmaids, or all of the bells and whistles that come with having a big ceremony, but the love that you have in your life is bigger than just romantic love. 

It’s in this room right now, a living, breathing thing that fills the air and warms you from the inside out. 

It’s palpable, it’s real, and most importantly, it’s yours.

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

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Canada vs Europe

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crosby87: Hi, I'd like to ask you not to post more pictures of me

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user: even I don't fully understand what is or isn't icing

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I’ve had an awful cough on and off since over a year now and my doctor has tried multiple things to treat it and nothing is helping. The next step is to see a lung specialist, yay more doctor’s appointments, I also have to call the liver specialist back tomorrow since they never got back to me about setting up an appointment. I have so much going on medically right now and ironically none of it is my heart for a change. I do have to see my cardiologist in a month but as far as I can tell my PET scan went fine so hopefully it will be an easy appointment. I need to get bloodwork next week, I’m hoping my levels will be better this time. I’m also supposed to drive down to fucking South Carolina to visit my partner’s family and then down to Florida to see mine because my older brother is so worried about my nephews not spending enough time with me and in his defense I haven’t seen them since they were in diapers and they’re 8 and 10 now but it’s like someone in my family finally realized I have a limited time to life and is wigging out now. I’m also really bitter about it because literally a week after we get back is my 40th birthday, yeah that’s right I’m that old. I really wanted to have a wild and fun birthday maybe go to Las Vegas finally or go see my besties in Atlanta but no, financially we can’t afford two trips so I have to give up my celebration for family time just like I had to give up celebrating my 25th heart transplant anniversary for the same reason. I’m so tired of feeling like I don’t deserve to celebrate anything, I’m so sick for feeling like my milestones aren’t worth anything. 40 is huge for someone who’s doctors have told their Mother to hug their little girl one last time because she isn’t going to survive the night, the week, the operation, to 1, to 5, to 10 to 15 to 20 etc. but I fucking did. I am six weeks from 40, something no one thought I would do and I can’t celebrate how I want. I’m trying not to sound entitled or self centered but I deserve to celebrate my milestones too. I’m so stressed, I’m stressed about my health, about Ani’s health, about my weight, the trip, my birthday ugh I just need a break. I won’t get one though the trip will be stress filled and miserable as I’m the most awkward person around kids ever, I hate the beach, I hate Florida, I hate the way my mother acts. Fat me is never good enough for her and she never lets me forget it and no one ever defends me or sticks up for me. I just get to let her whittle down my self worth while I try not to upset her further. *sigh* I just want a good night’s sleep but that hasn’t happened in a while. Sorry if I seem quiet or distant lately especially on discord, I have a lot on my plate right now and I’m not quite sure how to handle it all.

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High Seas (1 / 2)

I am so catching up on fic requests this week! lol This one is for my bestie, sister from another mister, and soon-to-be NYC jail cell partner (lol nah, we'll be good!) @icecoffee90 based on this ask. I decided to make it a 2-parter. I hope you're OK with that. I hope you enjoy this!

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Characters: Tobias Carrick x F!MC, Ethan Ramsey

Category: Fun Fluff?

Words: 1,200

Summary: Casey and Tobias have been looking forward to their vacation plans, a cruise on the high seas with some old Hopkin's friends as well. But when work gets in the way, Casey has a suggestion. Can she sell it?

A/N: Part two will be up tomorrow - This is just some light-hearted fun and I hope you enjoy it. Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge - I could make it stargazing or sunglasses? It's definitely a summer vacation - does that work Dani? lol? Thank you!

Casey walked into Tobias’s office sheepishly, without saying a word. She turned around and leaned against the locked door. Knowing what that typically meant, he broke into a lascivious grin, but Casey’s scrunched-up face and worried demeanor left him perplexed.   

“Babe...” she grimaced.

“Yes....” he simpered with a raised brow.

“No,” she corrected with a nervous giggle. “It’s not that... not this time, at least. I’m afraid I have some... news.”

His shoulders dropped as his eyes widened. “Oh, shit... you’re not pregnant, are you?”

“What? No!” she shot back incredulously. “Tobias, that happened once, and now every time I have news, you assume that’s it? Besides, I thought you wanted ten kids or something.”

“More like five, but Sammy is barely six months old. Sweetheart,” he smiled as he rose to embrace her, his lips meeting hers in a tender, delightful kiss to seal his wordless apology. “For the record, I would be delighted... but we said we wanted to space the Carrick Pack out a little more, that’s all.”

“Well,” she attempted to worm out of his embrace with a bashful smile that was the very opposite of his devious grin. This man was entirely too proud of the effect he had on her. “Once you hear my news, you’ll probably wish it was Carrick Bambino 2.0.”

His face grew serious as he leaned against his desk, and his wife collapsed into his visitor’s chair.

“Case... you’re OK, right? You’re not sick or something?”

“No, no...” she assured. “Nothing like that. I didn’t mean to frighten you. But remember that proposal I submitted to the governor’s office?”

“The one about expanding free healthcare to children in the state’s poorest communities? Sure, how could I forget? You put your heart and soul into that project – pregnant and all.”

“Well, it paid off... I got a call from the Lieutenant Governor, and well... they loved the proposal and asked if Naveen and I could put a presentation together for them. They’d like to make it happen.”

“Hon! That’s incredible!” He gasped, face glowing with pride. “What are you doing, scaring me like that? This is wonderful news... the best! Why would I be unhappy?”

“It’s... the timing,” she sighed. “The Governor and her healthcare committee only had two days available to meet with us.... both during the week we were supposed to be on our cruise.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, baby. I know how much we’ve been looking forward to it... but this project is so important and,” she stopped when she saw his face fall. “... and I supposed I can bring someone else up to speed and let them take the meeting. It’s just...”

“Oh, No!” he interrupted, taking her hand. “Baby girl, you worked your ass off on that proposal, and I’m so proud of you! No way are you handing all your hard work over to someone else at this stage. Besides, no one believes in it as much as you – and it’s too important. You have to be there. We’ll go on a cruise another time.”

Casey glanced at him with a playful smirk. “Did you put cancellation insurance on the trip like I told you to?”

The mischievous gleam in his eyes answered her before he did. “Have I told you how proud I am of you? And how absolutely beautiful you look today?”

“So, that’s a no on the insurance,” Casey laughed.

“I don’t care. We’ll lose the money. Or I’ll see if we can transfer the trip to someone else.”

“But it’s with your old Hopkins friends! I don’t want you to miss out, so I have the perfect solution. Ethan only declined so we could go together. But, if I can’t go, I can hold down the Diagnostic Team with Harper and Baz, and Ethan can go with you.”

“Uhm, no.”

“Uhm, yes. I already called the cruise line. They said we could transfer the ticket to his name. Plus, it would be nice for you to see your old friends together without your old ball and chain there.”

His lips pursed and he gave her with a reprimanding stare. “When have I ever referred to you as my ball and chain!”

“I’m teasing,” she reassured. “But come on, tell me it wouldn’t be fun for you and Ethan to go on a trip with your old med school friends? As much as I’ll miss you, it’s not such a terrible outcome.”

“It’s not terrible,” he groaned. “But I wanted a little romantic getaway with my wife, too. Ethan is no use to me there.”

“True. But you can cancel the romantic suite with the jacuzzi and change to a standard room, but go! Sammy and I will be fine, you get some friend time and will be back before you know it. All we need to do is get Ethan to agree. What do you say?”

“One condition. I get to Zoom in for your presentation. No way I’m going to miss watching my wife kicking ass.”

“Oh, but Hon,” she grinned, slipping into his arms and playfully toying with the lapels on his lab coat. “But then you’ll be all turned on and so far away... is that a good idea?”

“Sure is. Imagine how worked up we’ll be for the reunion when I get back,” he winked.

“So, then it’s a deal?”

“As long as Ethan’s on board, it’s a deal.”

~~~~~

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Ethan scowled.

Tobias turned to Casey. “See, what did I tell you?”

“Ethan, you can stop pretending you don’t like Tobias. You were our best man. You’re Sammy’s godfather. You practically live at our house on your days off....”

“That’s just to see Samantha,” he interrupted.

“You’re so full of shit!” Casey joked. “I know being curmudgeonly is your brand, but shut up and go! Are you afraid I’ll destroy the DT while you’re gone?”

“No,” Ethan insisted. “It’s not like I’m leaving Carrick in charge, for God’s sake.”

“Well, technically, you are,” Tobias teased. “She is Casey Carrick now, remember?”

“Yeah, the poor thing,” Ethan scowled. “But you know what I meant!”

“Come on,” Tobias cajoled. “It’s been a long time since you and I spent with the old crew. As much as I’d rather be with Casey than you, and, frankly, as much as they’d rather be with Casey than you... it’ll still be fun.”

Ethan’s expression softened as he stared into the distance. “We did have some fun times together in the past.”

“Sure as hell did,” Tobias agreed.

“And you don’t mind?” Ethan asked Casey.

“It was my idea! I’d love to be there, but this presentation is too important to me. Vivian promised she’ll help me with Sammy, and I’d be happy to know you two clowns are off having fun.”

“Sounds like you have it all worked out,” Ethan replied.

Tobias reached over and poked his friend in the arm. “So, is that a yes?”

“I may live to regret this, but fine. I’ll go.”

“Yey!!!” Casey clapped.

“See that,” Ethan smirked. “She’s already happy to get rid of you.”

“Shit!” Tobias laughed, “I’m shocked it took this long for that to happen.”

“Oh, God,” Casey rolled her eyes. “Just promise me you won’t push each other overboard.”

“No promises, babe. If he’s gone, one of us is up for a promotion.”

“Now, that’s premeditated.”

Casey shook her head. “I have a feeling I may live to regret this.”

Part 2

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hi!! do u know if ur still gonna write the fic where reader and her friend get spanked together?

Good Girls & Little White Lies: Dubai

Summary: You and Mya are tired of being cooped up in the Avengers Compound, so you plan a quick trip while your boys are away on a mission. They'll never find out... Steve Rogers x Black!Reader Sam Wilson x WOC!OFC

*Warnings: Slightly Bratty Reader, Slightly Bratty OFC, Name Calling, Angry Avengers, Cursing, Spanking, Punishments (mentioned), Ridiculousness for no real reason,  Minors DNI

A/N: Not super proofread. All mistakes are my own.

The first time the thought of escape crossed your mind was three weeks into your newfound captivity at the Avengers Compound when Peter had asked you and your best friend, Mya, why you two “always seemed so on edge” on Thursday nights. You two had shared a glance as you picked at your respective Lamb Curry and Chicken Tikka Masala, unsure of how you were supposed to answer that one without admitting the new lifestyle you now led, courtesy of Captain America and Falcon.

Why weren’t you ladies a fan of Thursdays? Simple. Thursdays with your men meant that it was Maintenance Night, which also meant that spankings were in your future. The awful thing about maintenance spankings was that it didn’t matter how good you’d been over the course of the week. Oh no. No matter how well behaved you were, you still had a hand or a belt or, worst of all, a paddle, in your future. And it hurt.

“Oh do we? That’s weird. Probably because the same show we watch comes on tonight or something.” She shrugs and goes back to grazing on her Masala. You take a bite of your shared garlic naan. 

Peter shrugs and walks away. Thank you, bestie.

“I’m going to burn that fucking paddle.” Mya murmurs. 

“Do you really think that’s a good idea, honey?” You respond as you dip your naan in the gravy of your curry. “That might just make things worse.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but have you ever been spanked by a very determined and very thorough Sam Wilson?” She jabs her fork into an innocent piece of chicken. 

“Can’t say I have, Mya. But my boyfriend happens to be a physically enhanced super soldier. He spanks me well and often. I can tell you that it hurts.” You grace her with a pointed look. It wouldn’t do either of you any good to fight about this. No matter how you shook it, this shit sucked. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just can’t keep living like this. It’s like, no matter how good I behave, here comes a motherfucking spanking.” 

You nod at her words. “I understand. This is not…ideal. The bastards are lucky we love them, because this shit is for the birds.”

Steve and Sam pick that moment to walk into the kitchenette.

“Good evening, ladies.” Sam rumbles. “Mya, are you almost done with dinner? It’s nearly time for our…conversation.” He strokes a large hand through her hair.

“How’s your food, Y/N?” Steve asks before stealing your fork to take a bite. “Mmm. Tastes good, baby. But speaking of conversations…” He pins you with a knowing look. “C’mon now. You’ll have leftovers for tomorrow.”

“Can’t we just skip tonight, please? I don’t want to…”

“Yeah, what she said.” Mya whines. 

“That’s enough out of you two.” Sam growls. “Mya, you have ten minutes to finish and clean up before I come back and get you.” He leans down to peck her lips. 

Steve’s hand goes to the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze. “Same goes for you, baby. See you in ten.”

They leave the room, leaving you and Mya to look at each other. “Alright, Mya.” You manage to grit out. “They leave to go on a mission in a couple of days. When they do, we’re going to burn those paddles and take a fucking trip out of this damned country. We can be there and gone before they even get back. They’ll never know, and it will keep me from murdering Steve Rogers in is sleep.”

“I’m down.” She lowers her voice. “Where do you want to go?”

You giggle softly. “Remember that one time we went to Dubai and how much fun we had? Let’s do that again.”

“Fuck yeah.”

—

Somehow, you both survive your punishments. And then, the moment you see your boys off for their mission, you get to work.

Paddles? Burnt.

Tickets? Purchased. 

Hotel? Booked.

Natasha and Tony had tried to advise you both against your plans, but you were done. When it was said and done, they had agreed not to say anything. And Stark had even offered you access to his private jet. 

Ticket refund? Accepted. 

And then it was just you and your girl. Three days. In Dubai. We’re talking drinks, dinner, days spent curled up reading books by the beach. Everything had been wonderful. And the best part? You were both able to sit down comfortably without a fucking pillow.

“This was a great idea, baby.” Mya wraps an arm around your neck as you stroll back to your shared hotel room. “Too bad it has to end tomorrow.”

“I know.” You sigh. “This was amazing. I’m so glad you’re my best friend, Mya. I love you.”

“Aww. I love you too. I would not be able to make it through this life without you, Y/N. Especially not with these men. Why do we love them?”

“Dunno.” You grumble. “Maybe because they’re cute and they’ve helped save the world a couple times? I’m just spitballing here.” You toss a wink in her direction as you go to open your door, only to be stopped dead in your tracks when you see Steve and Sam…

Sitting on your respective beds. You don’t have to look at Mya to know that she just about shit her pants. Fuck!

“Hello, girls.” Steve says. “Gotta say, tracking you two down was fun. We’re here to take you home.” 

“We sure are. We’ve already got your stuff packed and everything.” Sam growls. “Ready to go?” 

“Oh, but Sam. I think we need to take care of something before we get our girls on the jet, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do. Come on in, ladies. Unless you two want an audience.” You and Mya both shake your heads and attempt to back out of the room. 

“Don’t you do it.” Steve snarls. “Don’t you dare even think about it.” You and Mya share a glance and then take off in opposite directions. She goes left, you go right.

“Goddamnit!” Sam snarls. “Get back here!”

You hear your bestie squeal when Sam manages to capture her before hauling her limp body back to the room. Steve is on you seconds later. He picks you up around your waist as he drags you back to your room as well. How did they even have a key? That had to be some kind of violation on a number of levels.     

Just that quick, the four of you are back inside. And you watch in slow motion horror as Sam lowers your best friend facedown over his lap. Oh no. This couldn’t be happening. You watch as she struggles, prompting Sam to throw one thickly muscled leg over her much smaller thighs.

And then you realize Steve is doing the same thing. “Wait, baby…no. Don’t do this. I’ll get on the jet with you. We - we both will. Please don’t do this.” 

"Yes we will!" Mya yells.

“Quiet!” Both men bark at the same time. 

“You two want to act up at the same time, you get punished at the same time. You need to learn.” Sam grunts. 

“Thanks for your input, Daffy. Gotta tell you, I cannot wait until it’s duck hunting season. I swear to god I’ll - oww!” Steve smacks your ass hard before raising the skirt of your dress to deliver another resounding smack. “Oww!”

“What have I told you about insulting Sam?” He smacks your ass again. “Apologize, now!” Another smack.

“No. He’s annoying.” You whimper. Smack! Smack!

“I’m sorry. But please note that I’m only apologizing under duress.”

“I’ll take what I can get.” He mumbles as he lays a series of hard swats on Mya’s exposed butt. “Sammy, stop! It hurts!” You watch out of the corner of your eye as she tries to surge out of his lap. 

“Good. Spankings should hurt. Ah ah, don’t you even think about putting your hand back here, little girl.” You can hear her crying now. You’re not too far behind.

You on the other hand were struggling in Steve’s lap. “Keep still, Y/N. We’re going to finish this spanking and then you’re going into the corner to think about your actions while I make sure I’ve grabbed all of your things, you naughty little brat.” Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Steve, please, baby!” You wail as your boyfriend hits a particularly sensitive spot.  You could not believe your bare ass was out in front of your friend like this. This right here was fucking embarassing. You wince when you hear Mya cry out.

“Don’t you hit her that hard, you brute.” You hiss at Sam.

“Quiet, Y/N. Don’t make me roast this ass even more than I’m already about to.”

END

[oh-my-damn]

Mandy bestie is it okay if I rant a little bit? I need advice 😩

I am 26, and I just graduated as a landscape architect ( I just used google translate bestie I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense English is not my first language) I applied to a firm and got the job. The first day, everyone was so nice to me, welcomed me with open arms, except my boss. Actually one of my bosses. I have 3 in total, 2 men and 1 woman. And one of the men hated me. I never understood why. I gratuated the top of my class, was never late, did everything was told, I mean my 2 other bosses loved me but he just showed my the hardest time. One time, he even scolded me in front of everyone and I just wanted to punch him in the face, but couldn’t.

Okay, so a couple of days ago I was working late bc I had a project that I wanted to finish before I went back home bc I didn’t want to get yelled at again, and he was there too. I saw that he was looking at me from his office but I never looked up, I was just focused on my thing. Then he came over and apologized, saying that he was being unfair to me this whole time I was here and that I was one of the best in the firm. I was shocked, couldn’t say anything and asked why he was acting to me this way.

Mandy. Maaaandyyyyy.

He kissed me. He fucking kissed me right there. I was frozen in my lips while his kiss was making blood rush to my cheeks. I have to mention that he is 34 and fucking hot. Brown hair, hazel eyes, and beefy. I just never payed attention bc he was a dick to me. After the kiss he whispered “I hope that answered your question” and left me there with goosebumps.

Now I don’t know what to do. I mean yeah he’s fucking hot but also a dick, Mandy. I mean he humiliated me in front of the other assistants and I felt like a piece of shit.

I asked one of my coworkers who worked their for years of this was normal or if he did this with anyone and she said no. That he was a firm and good boss, didn’t talk much like the other two, but was always fair to everyone. He also hasn’t been dating for 4 years bc he couldn’t find the one. He only has one ex and that was he proposed to her, but she ended things off bc he was more focused to his job.

I’m lost. Like wtf am I supposed to do? Is he playing with me? Does he think I’m gonna be his work bitch like where do I go from here? He went to a work trip and I see him tomorrow again, and I’m fucking nervous like I never was before. What if he humiliates me again? Do I forgive him? Please help the girl out😭😭😭

Again, sooooo sorry for this long rant but I can’t tell anyone from work cuz I’m scared that I’ll get fired and I’m just scared my friends will say to go for it just bc he’s not, yk?

Thank you for listening 💖

BESTIE OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

YOU'RE LIVING THE FANFIC LIFE KSJKSJSKS

OKAY OKAY OKAY

sheeesh don't mind me giggling and blushing here..... WELL I think it all depends on how he treats you in front of everyone else now!

He better change his tune or you fuck him over. I have a feeling he's going to be nice, though. Most likely he was being rude bc he was conflicted about his feelings and didn't want anyone to know he liked you (men....)

But HOT DAMN

Are you into him? Are you even allowed to date him if he's your superior?!

OH MY GOD BESTIE TELL ME MORE

[decaffeinatedduckstranger]

The Midnight Curse

Chapter 1

As she woke up in a cold sweat, she found herself in the middle of the forest. Lately Scarlett had been having weird dreams and waking up in weird places. She had to start having Midnight walks back to her house without her mom finding out and thinking the wrong think (she had been sneaking out to parties or to meet a boy). Suddenly she snapped out of her thoughts from a knock on her bedroom door.

"Scarlett,you're gonna be late for school if you don't get dressed."

She realised it was almost time for school and she quickly got dressed and ate her breakfast and walked to school.

At school,she walked up to her locker to get her book and her best friend walked up to her.

"Hi Scarlett."Amber said to Scarlett.

"Hi."Scarlett said back looking up from her books

"Did you do the math homework."Amber asked.

"Yeah,it's in my bag."Scarlett said as her mind drifted off to last night's events. "Hey,I need to tell you something but I need to know if I can trust you." Scarlett started to rethink her decision when her bestie said;

"Of course you can trust me. I am your best friend."

With that assurance Scarlett had a smile on her face and told her best friend;"Ask your mom if you can come for a sleepove,I will give you the details there." With that Scarlett walk to her first class and then the next and the next till school was over.

As she walks back from school,lost in thoughts she bumps into a guy,spilling his coffee.

"I am so so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to were I was going." She said as she grabbed a tissue from her back to clean his shirt

"It's OK,it's only my favourite shirt". He said in a British accent.

"I am s sorry,I will get it dry cleaned".

"Really it's OK.

While trying to clean his shirt with a tissue you noticed his jacket. "No way,you go to brookside high. I go to brookside high". She squealed in excitement.

"Yeah,Just moved here".He said in his deep British voice.

'I am Scarlett"

"Alex"

"Well I have to go or else mom Is going to really mad." She said while walking off.

She walked for a few minutes and noticed that Alex was following her.

"Are you stalking me."

"No, this is the way to my place."Scarlett heaved out a sigh of relief.

"Might as well walk together then."She said with a smile on her face. He smiled back and they walked home together.

On reaching home, they both realised they were next door neighbours. They greeted each other of with a smile.

She went up to her room and started rethinking her decision of telling her best friend about her "midnight walks".

While in thoughts she slept off.

She woke up in the forest and heard people calling her name and she saw a lady in a black torn hoodie who looked exactly like her. She had a staff in her hand and on top of the staff was a big diamond which looked exactly like the one her mother gave her. She was scared.

The lady in the black hoodie was saying something in a different language and for some reason Scarlett could understand exactly what she was saying 'kill the girl and set me free'.

She was going to kill her. Scarlett was really scared now. She started running but she tripped on a piece of wood. Just as the lady was about to kill her with a wooden dagger and then.......

"Aaaaaaaaarrrrgh"

She woke up in her room with her best friend hovering over her.

"Why are you screaming? It's just me."

"I had a nightmare and I don't think it's just a normal one."

"What do you mean?" Her bestie asked curiously and furrowed her eyebrows.

Then, Scarlett started telling Amber about her nightmare.

"I feel like I've heard something like that before." Then she gave a knowing look. "I found a book in the library with a red cover. I read the book a little bit and saw something about witches like the dream you had."

"How about we go to the library after my gymnastics class tomorrow."

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea but right now let's have our sleepover."

As they continued with their sleepover, Scarlett fell asleep and the witch came out at exactly 12:00 midnight.

"Is it time?" Amber said with a questioning voice to the witch.

"Begin phase 1."

[justagalwhowrites]

Hello, me again bestie.

This ask is a little different than my usual though.

I will be spending several hours on a plane tomorrow. This is where I wish I had some self-control and didn't read everything the minute it's posted. I will definitely be finishing Beskar Doll. I'm soooo sorry it's taken me forever. Don't get me wrong I love Din but he definitely takes a back seat to Joel.

Anyways, back to the point of my ask before I started rambling. By the time I board tomorrow I will have finished all of my ARC reads and my TBR is way too overwhelming to even know where to begin. So I'm wondering if you have any book recs? If you have any fic recs that are long enough to keep me occupied most of the trip I will take those too.

I hope you have a great day!

Hi Bestie!

Omg please do not apologize for not finishing one of my fics lol I’m just thrilled you read them at all!! I hope you love it!!

As for book recs, I’ve been really into Taylor Jenkins-Reid this year. I read Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo in a day and Daisy Jones and the Six in two, I just couldn’t put them down! I’m also a sucker for anything by Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects in particular. I read Corinne by Rebecca Morrow in like a day, too. Also really good, about a woman finding herself as she leaves a borderline cult religious group.

Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk is another favorite. Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere (also Neil Gaiman), Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Loathe as I am to suggest Rowling to anybody but the first few books of her Cormoran Strike series (under the pen name Robert Galbraith) are great if you can get a ✨free✨ download to not spend any money because fuck that woman (I haven’t read the last few because fuck that woman and also apparently no one reels her in during editing anymore and the recent ones reportedly sucked.) If you are/were a Twilight girlie, Stephenie Meyer’s The Chemist (it’s a thriller for adults) is somewhat addictive!

For non-fiction, the Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama was a fascinating read, especially in the context of a post-insurrection world. Anything by Jon Krakauer - Missoula in particular but I also did a huge paper for a capstone project in college on SA so grain of salt and all the trigger warnings. I also go through phases of being really into random historical things and I read a fascinating book on Chernobyl a few years ago that I think about often (Chernobyl by Serhii Plokhy). Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich made me want to become a journalist and I adored Waiting: True Confessions of a Waitress by Debra Ginsberg. Candy Girl by Diablo Cody was also great.

Sorry, I know that’s a lot!!! I hope some sound interesting and that you have a fabulous trip, bestie!!! Love you!

[marine-indie-gal]

Remember when I mentioned that somewhere that Salacia actually did befriended a Sea Creature when she was young? Well, I would like to introduce you guys to yet another New OC that has to do with the lore behind my personal take on a Roman Goddess.

This Baby Dolphin is "Lila", the Very First (and Old Best Friend) to Salacia. Why Old Best Friend? Well, because Salacia's Family had to move away, she never saw her only Dolphin Friend ever again, so sadly their friendship was short-lived.

When Salacia was around Five Years Old, she journey across the Sea on her own and went up to the surface for the very first time for she wanted to explore. During that day of going to the surface, she was fasincated by the skies and even the islands around the waters. But then, she heard a loud cry coming from the ocean as she went into the Water again for what she found was a Baby Dolphin caught in a Net. Feeling with such sympathy for the Poor One, Salacia instanly rescued the Dolphin as she grabbed a knife from the ground to cut the ropes as the Young Dolphin was set free. Nereus called out on her daughter since he was looking for her when Salacia had to run back to her family, her father was so worried to see that one his Daughters went missing but Nereus told his Daughters that it is always dangerous to go alone at a young age and that they must always wait to go freely on their own when they get Older enough.

The Next Day, Salacia went back around exploring throughout the Seas (this time, with her Family as they went on a Little Family Trip) but that is when the Young Mer-Girl finally meets the Dolphin from Yesterday again playing some music through the Seaweed. Salacia introduced herself to the Young Dolphin Girl (who was around at her Age) to herself as Lila thanked Salacia for saving her own life as she asked nicely if they would want to become Friends. Salacia agrees to this idea, only then she has to keep her own BFF a secret so that they could intereact secretly without her own Family knowing it.

Whenever Salacia would come and visit her Bestie alone, they would always have fun together (like Games, Music, and even Explore Treasures around the Ocean) since Lila's Parents are open-minded for their own Daughter to befriend a Mermaid. But not only would Salacia befriend a Dolphin, but the fact that she would also befriend other sea creatures as this friendship grew Salacia's liking towards Marine Animals even stronger which would soon lead to her into seeing the sides of Merfolk and All Kinds of Sea Creatures equally. 

When Salacia was around 8 Years Old, Fortunaley, Salacia's Parents decided that they would want to move out to a different home where they could affort a bigger house for more children. When Salacia came back after a quick play-date with her Dolphin Friend, Nereus told his Daughter that they would have to move out to find a New Home since they think it would be at least best for the lives of the Family. This whole new idea made Salacia heartbroken for she would never have to continue growing-up with her Best Dolphin Friend. When Salacia had to tell Lila the heartbreaking news, they knew that it was their last chance for their own Playdate to do together one more time until when Tomorrow when it was finally time to move out to a different Sea, Salacia and Lila had no choice when they said their own final goodbye as the Merfolk Family finally left their Old Sea Home and moved to a different place. Even as far apart as the Friend went, the Two Girls even shed a tear, knowing that for all the good times they had all these years, they even miss each other deeply and far apart from each other. Even then, would they not have to see each other as Adults again.

SpongeBob SquarePants (c) Stephen Hillenburg and Nickelodeon Lila and Salacia (c) Me

[jungk0oksthighs]

after months of not really making time for my friends and low-key pushing them away when my mental health was at its worst it’s been so nice see them and make new memories together over the past 3 days

thursday - went for a carvery n cake followed by a shopping trip with my bestie Alex was amazing 10/10 need to do it more often instead of constantly online shopping cause it’s so much better irl / thursday night me n her got drunk in her hot tub and had a sleepover (we watched HP1 in our matching HP pjs hehe) bc her bf was out of town

friday - went for a coffee with my bestie Betty and had a drive out to another city to go exploring / then we decided super last minute to go on a night out and it was 10/10 i convinced a dj to play that that by psy n suga n there was a pole in the club so u can imagine the scenes (turns out that that is a great song to pole dance to and gets you a lot of free drinks)

saturday - tonight i went to see my friend Lauren we had pizza and got cosy on the sofas with blankets and snacks and watched all of the simpsons halloween episodes in order while catching up, we used to work together but shes changed jobs so was good to see she’s doing well! on my way home i stopped at my friend Ashleigh’s house who gave birth to her first child yesterday!!!! i took her a McDonald’s and gave her my left over snacks cause i know she’s gonna be tired and baby is honestly the cutest i only had a little peek then left cause i didn’t want to overwhelm Ash but was still so lovely to see her & her now little family!

idk why i’m sharing all of this i guess i just wanna express my gratitude for my friends they’re amazing girls and i’ve loved every second spent with them n they’ve all been really understanding about my diagnosed sadness - that being said i’m so happy to be at home in bed now my social battery has completely burned out i can’t wait to have a lie in tomorrow and just do nothing. sorry i’ve been pretty inactive while i’ve been so busy, regular jungkook shit posting will resume tomorrow, along with the oto finale tomorrow night! i hope everybody enjoys the rest of their weekend, goodnight guys i’ll officially be back on here tomorrow x

[igot7bbs]

My Happy Ending?? P.1

Word count: 1770

About: Y/N is a 24 year old girl living in the states! She has never really been fond of the concept of love, thinking it doesn't exist because of one bad breakup. Her bestfriend Mark left for South Korea to pursue his dream of becoming a Singer/Rapper!It’s finally time for her to see him perform live with his group! What she doesn't know is that she may find true love with one of the guys...

Authors POV  - Y/N and Mark on the phone

Mark: I've been walking around for 30minutes and I can't find you!!" His voice sounded frustrated.

Y/N: I haven't moved at all. I already told you, I'm wearing a burgandy tracksuit and my suitcase is black!!

A few seconds later

Mark: Ok I think I see you!!

Y/N: I MISSED YOU BESTIE!" You ran up to him and gave him a huge hug.

Mark: It's only been 5 months plus we facetime like every other day." He was chuckling while hugging you back.

Y/N: I know but I still missed you!

You made your way to his car from the luggage pick up section at the airport. The last time you guys saw each other was five months ago when Mark went back to Oregon to spend the holidays with family. You guys had been friends since middle school and you told each other everything. To you it was a big deal being able to see him again because he was like a big brother to you, and you a little sister to him.

Mark: I'm surprised you have so much energy right now, I thought that after a 13hour flight you'd knock out or be half dead." He said giggling to himself

Y/N: Yeah I'm as surprised as you are, but I mean it's my first time in Korea!!! You're the one who usually always goes back home. I'm happy I came over for a change." You couldn't contain the happiness you felt.

Mark: Well I'm happy you're finally here. I'm excited for you to meet the gang"

On the way to your Airbnb you guys talked about the show tomorrow. You shed a few tears here and there because you were so proud of how far he had come! Your best friend had become the amazing artist he dreamed of being, and you were ready to be the loudest fan at the venue tomorrow. After finally arriving at the Airbnb, Mark helped get your things down and you both walked inside.

Mark: Ok quick run through on names, cause we all know you suck at them.

Y/N: Alright I've been practicing, here we go...                                                  JB, Father of the group, soft and sweet but gets upset if disrespected. Also has killer dance moves and his soft delicious voice can make you melt.         Jackson, Goofball but also a protective big brother. Does his own thing but will be forever loyal.                                                                                          Jinyoung, His thing is being a bit of a jerk. He has an amazing booty if I do say so my self. Is the mother and actor of the group so don't cross him.                                                                                                           Youngjae, Our sunshine. Is like a baby but then again he isn't. His voice and laugh will make you dive into a distant world of joy and harmony.                                                                                                 BamBam, Immature child. Always hyper and outgoing. Basically a crackhead that will love you forever but will never say it to your face.                                                                                                     Yugyeom, Our little dance prodigy. Tall, handsome, but a little shy. Is a cute sensitive teddy bear.    

Mark: Wow.......... perfect!! Look, I'm just going let you know now so you don't come for me later. I'm not letting you leave Korea single Y/N. I'd rather say it to your face than you yelling at me in front of everyone. As your best friend it is my duty.

You were looking at Mark with an annoyed look.

Mark: I know I know it's too soon and you just got here, BUT you're not getting any younger so don't fight me on this please! Now get a good nights rest because we have a long day tomorrow.

He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, shut the door behind him, and drove off as fast as possible. Of course he was trying to avoid the scolding you would give him for trying to set you up with someone yet again. It's wouldn't be a normal trip without having Mark meddle in you love life. I mean he was your best friend after all and he just wanted what was best for you. after rolling your eyes and just shrugging it off, you got ready for bed and drifted off to sleep....

Next Day

The day went by quicker than expected. You spent your first full day exploring a bit of Seoul and just breathing in the new atmosphere before returning to the ABnB and getting ready for the concert. For some reason you found yourself getting nervous. It was going to be the first time you saw Mark perform in Korea. Different emotions and thoughts were going through your brain.

"What the hell? Why am I feeling like this? Is it because I'm going to watch him perform or because of what he said? There's no way I could end up with any of the guys! I haven't even met them yet! Who would I even end up with? I mean I'm pretty sure they would all look good in a tux while hugging me, then running off into the sunset while holding my hand...What am I saying? Marks cray, ain't no way I'm ending up with one of his friends!"

You made your way to the venue and of course you were front and center. Mark had offered for you to stay back stage but you wanted the full experience. The concert was finally over and you couldn't even speak from all the chanting, singing, and screaming. You were definitely the loudest person there but you couldn't give 2 fs about what people would think. You were there for your bestie and you were damn proud of him. Tears were forming in you eyes and for a moment everything around felt as if it was moving in slow motion. Your friend was living part of his happy ending....... but where was yours? Seeing him smile up there because of the goal he had reached overjoyed you but you couldn't help but ask, what about yours? Why did it feel like you were there but left out. The guys were having a blast on stage as if there was no pian or heartache in their lives. You wanted that feeling. You wanted that happiness, and it was time to let go. After snapping back into reality, you realized his manager had escorted you to Marks dressing room.

Mark: How was the show?... " He asked in a shy manner trying to act cute.

Y/N: Mmm I've seen better.."

Mark changed his expression. He looked surprised while holding his chest.

Y/N: I'm kidding! That was absolutely amazing!!" You gave him a hug and wouldn't let go because you didn't want him to see the tears that were slowly forming in your eyes. "I'm so proud of you Marki" After staying in the position for a moment you sucked up the tears, and giggled as you let him go. Let's be honest though, Mark knew all to well that you were tearing up.

Mark: I'm hoping those are tears of Joy Y/A." He wiped your cheek. "You have no idea how happy it makes me that you're here. Now come on the boys have been on me all day because I haven't introduced you yet.

Grabbing your wrist he rushed you into a room that was waaaay to crowded. You couldn't understand much but you could tell a lot of people were already wasted. While navigating through the crowd you somehow got separated from Mark. Of course, you panicked and just stood there.

?: I found you!

The lighting was terrible so you couldn't make out the strangers face. He just held your hand and dragged you through the crowd. Wanting to get out of the swarm of people you just followed. You slowly started to make out Marks face about 10ft away.

Mark: Thanks Bam. How'd you find her so quick?

Bambam: She's tall and foreign..

Mark: Makes sense.

Y/N: So you're Bambam? I'm Y/N nice to meet you.

Bambam: I'm Bambam. It's good to finally meet you.

Bambam kept cracking jokes while Make rounded up the team. The music wasn't very loud, nor did the room feel like a club. Everyone was just there to talk and hang out. After the team was together Mark introduced you.

Mark: Guys for those of you who haven't met my bestfriend from back home, this Y/N!" He had a huge smile on his face. What a dork you thought.

They all rushed over and started greeting you, almost as if they knew you. Everyone that came by seemed familiar but you knew there was one missing. A few minutes had passed as you started to get to know the boys, Mark nudged your side...

Mark: This is Jackson or goofball as you stated before.

You turned and saw a tall guy standing maybe 2 feet away. You stood there silent in shock. What the hell... THIS BOOOIIII IS FIINNNEEE. Your knees almost gave as you stared into his beautiful eyes and saw your future together. Running toward the sunset while holding hands. Then buying your dream home together and putting babies in it and maybe getting a dog named Claudio....... Are you kidding?? Snap out of it!!

**Jackson: **Hi nice to meet you I'm Jackson, or Seuna, or Wild and Sexy. Which ever you like is fine! Its whatever" Why did he seem nervous? Uhhhhhh He smelled so good!! Did he actually or were you hallucinating? They had just finished a concert. Did he actually smell like sweat but since he's gorgina you just smelled Bleu de Chanel?? WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO YOU?? You couldn't function properly. You were confused but you liked it. You kept thinking "Let go Y/N"

Mark nudged you again and laughed a bit. You tried playing it cool and not show your excitement but..... you couldn't. You tried so hard to talk some sense into yourself. "Come on Y/N this is way too soon and way weird. You literally just got here and you just met the dude. You can't do this!! You promised yourself you wouldn't let another F***boy come into your life and ruin it!!! COME TO YOUR SENSES!! ERROR!!! EMERGENCY!!! COME BACK TO REALITY!!" You finally let it hit. Jackson was not going to happen. Nor was any other dude. Depression came and settled into your broken little heart. Now what? This trip was not going to end how you wanted and you knew it. Forget about that happy ending girl. It ain't for you.........

A/N_: Hi everyone. _So I'm writing this story for fun also I'm editing and changing a few things here and there! It's a take on a story I wrote on the app WIT! It's also called My Happy Ending, I just changed it up... quite a bit actually! I hope you like it! Well spanks for readin

[girltomboy]

Lately

I have been having such a hectic and beautiful time lately! My bf came to the city this weekend (well, he got his errands done on Friday, but we still spent the weekend together) and stayed with me while I worked from home on Friday, then we napped together and had sex, got high, went to visit our friend and his sister at their new apartment. I'm not totally crazy about it & about their new setup. My friend's room doesn't have any privacy because it's a living room, his sister has a more active life than him and is on the go a lot, he can't play video games while we watch anymore (that was a half joke) but he seems content so maybe a change wouldn't be so bad. His sister is pretty cute too. My bf thinks she is too loud but she's kind of a normal girl, I see through her and she is a sensitive and child-like soul- her Cancer moon shining through her Aqua sun in detriment. Anyway, we took a long walk on Friday and then we got home and watched our regular stuff. It was sooooooo nice to cuddle with him. I missed it and I miss him and I took so much time with him for granted last year. Saturday we stayed in, it was pretty gloomy outside but we managed to sneak a walk in the forest nearby towards the evening. Then we stopped at an outdoor gym and had some fun on the machines. Then we just chilled at home again. And on Sunday it was really overcast, cold, windy, the works. I wanted to go for another walk, but we wasted time until it was already evening and we had to make a trip to the train station so he can buy his ticket. And this morning we woke up together and he almost missed his train. 🙄 Thankfully he didn't, but he was really close. Hope this makes him more time-aware in the future, we even had a little argument before he got here, also time management-related. But anyway, what's important is that he got home safe.

Today I went to the office again, had fun with M- we make work bearable together. Afterwards we went out for dinner and drinks and chatted a lot. It's so nice to have a friend like her. I'm grateful for us and the friendship we nurtured in over a year. We laugh a lot and she's really sweet and honest, it's really the kind of friendship everyone genuinely needs. She's texting me cute stuff about our friendship right now, and how grateful she is that all we do is laugh our asses off at nothing while the weather gets grayer and darker everyday and the people get sadder. Also, we went to buy cigarettes and tried a small shop in the city center. The girl at the counter asked us if we were high school freshmen and we just exploded with laughter. She looked pretty young too, so we asked her back, and she was just 18 🥺 and apologized for the "confusion" lol sweet thing!! Anyway we had a really nice time tonight. I called my bf to say goodnight and my belly is really full but my heart is fuller. I'm alone in my apartment but I feel so loved and blessed that it makes me feel less lonely rn ❤️ Tomorrow is movie night with my work bestie, we are seeing The Exorcist 2, and I'm not excited about the movie because I've read horrible things about it - not even horror-wise, just lame. But I'm excited about the fun we're gonna have anyway

[garoujo]

hi, pretty girl! miss you so so much. i hope this week is being nice to you! how are you? what have you been eating? kisses and hugs, take care of yourself my love ♡

(IDK IF YOU REMEMBER ME BUT ILY)

hi bbie ! (✿◠ᴗ◠) eeeee yes yes im going a lil road trip w my bestie tomorrow to a cute little farmers market + i’m so excite ! i’m doing goood tho hru?? i hope ur taking care .. ofc i remember u :3 sending loads of love ur way <3

[theold-ultraviolence]

hey bestie,

pls don't - seriously - worry it ain't a problem. and I wholly understand that y'all have lives outside of here and important things to do. as for the whole end of semester thingy, I ain't going to lie: I feel it deeply as I have gone through a zombie since february and right now I have finally finished my exams but my mind is just error 404.

(also bestie, I DID END UP listening TODAY to some songs of the new album - not everything because I am a bit sleepy from not sleeping much last night due to... you guessed it... anxiety, BUT I DID MAKE A SILLY LITTLE GRAPH THINGY WITH MY OPINIONS AND THOUGHTS ON THE SONG AND I SHALL SEND IT TO YOUR DMS) (hoping it won't sound creepy).

oh in all truth, I think that oftentimes men are capable of doing stuff - like if you don't know, there's always a silly tutorial to watch ugh -, they just don't want to do stuff and hence relegate it to women, feigning incompetence.

like today we had a few dudes coming for works at our uni apartment and the mess they left... like I get that it isn't their thing to clean up stuff and that they need to come tomorrow to paint the walls so they had no need to clean up as it'd get dirty, but they could have at least flushed the freaking toilette or maybe just dusted the toilette seat, since it was a mess of dust and I had to.

or another thing (can you tell I hate work being done while I am over?) is that we had this dude coming to check on the heater and he left all his dirty tissues and rags in the kitchen sink, although my roommate had brought to him a bin to put them I ugh... men and the tale of weaponized incompetence.

ok over onto my beef with house works being done, but YEAH men get so much for so little shit. like everybody is always amazed that my dad cooks for us, instead of my mom. and like... maybe he just likes cooking... which isn't inherently a woman's activities, although according to many 'women belong in the kitchen'... I just am amazed whenever men think that simply being human decent being brings them to be utterly gods.

(also your friend's boyfriend's story cracks me up because dude... there are literally canned soups that you just have to microwave... I... it isn't that difficult. and google is free.).

also we have a problem with feminicides as well, alongside a whole culture that tends to protect abusers (TW SA: like you have no idea of how many sa cases got pushed back because of stupid reasons, like e.g.: a girl leaving the door open to her assailant I ugh...).

so yeah, I'd love to be out at night and feel comfortable in my own skin and not have to worry about whether I'd come back home. I know many of my friends are really chill, but I don't know... my anxiety gets the best of me and past 9 p.m. I have to be in my bed. safe and sound.

(also I am truly sorry if these messages seem so heated, I don't - TRULY - know why, aside from feminine rage filling me wholly whenever such topics are brought up).

NO BESTIE, I GOTCHA WHOLLY ABOUT THE TRIPS AND WE HAVE THE SAME MENTALITY!

I didn't want to get too much into it, as I didn't want to use as free therapy, but my therapist literally told me that - no matter whether they are positive or negative - changes are truly exhausting and I felt every inch of that exhaustion.

also I do INDEED struggle a whole lot with things out of my own control as I ... might have... a few... control issues and I do hate being caught unprepared (especially from the food side of things, because it isn't a funny experience, although I know it might seem relatively stupid and of limited importance). but yeah, changes and huge sudden things aren't ever good and I do hope to maybe go back there TO MY OWN TERMS or at least with different expectations and a bit less control onto myself. I certainly have a far better experience underneath my belt.

(still, I have to admit that one of the funniest things was that one of the first conferences was to be had in a former asylum, and the fact was that it wasn't that ... bad. like it wasn't any way creepy if anything, it seemed like some place straight up of a fairytale or a summer villa).

also pls... bestie, don't worry about the fics. I, again, totally understand that y'all have lives and busy stuff to do. they aren't going to certainly run away so pls take all the time you need, although I can't wait to know what you'll think about them!

(but no pressure!).

no no, bestie, I GOTCHA! (are we the same person but in different fonts?) I also dread starting new TV series and I casually rewatch all the three same ones that I love and I now know by heart. mostly because I - EITHER - finish a series in a whole week or I start it, pause it and never get back to it. but yeah, starting new fics asks for a whole level of energy that I am not sure I have in this period, so I wholly understand yah.

(still, I shall check out 'dickensian' because from what I heard it seemed pretty cool).

also yeah... I think that the pacing does a whole lot about my liking for a book as well, and just by trying to read the plot of 'the blind assassin' it did seem like a whole lot to take in.

also can you believe I never read anything by stephen king?

it's mostly because I am a scaredy cat but I have always been curious about 'gerald's game' and also 'the salem lot' seems very interesting (you got me at the 'vampires'), so do let me know how you like it!

and oh gods, I hope you'll enjoy 'mexican gothic' and pls feel free to always chat me onto that as I truly love it! also I have been liking 'lady chatterley's lover' so far, although I haven't read all that much mostly because of uni stuff.

still, I can't believe how ... rowdy and audacious this novel was. like I know that it had some trouble being published for the explicit scenes but the whole ideology and themes behind it were definitely far more scandalous than I thought.

also, another thing is that the beginning there's this discussion about the fact that being intimate with somebody lessens the emotional love they feel for such somebody and I couldn't help but think that it's very similar to a concept expressed in a poem by catullus (a latin poet), where he says the infamous 'odi et amo' (I hate and I love you). which can be taken as both the typical antithetic view on love BUT ALSO, about the author's lessened emotional interest in a pure relationship with his lover and heightened favor for a sexual relationships. it's a whole interesting concept, I am a sucker of and when I read a similar reasoning in 'lady chatterley's lover' I was definitely giggling like the idiotic academic I am.

oh oh, I gotcha: I feel like joe was my last summer's obsession, ewan my autumn and winter's one and he keeps on being the one of spring, although during this summer, who knows which actor might I get attached to? (jack o'connel is growing onto me bestie). they certainly need to be british if I want the royal mail to send them.

(and yeah, like ewan is the babiest of my favorite actors, leave that man alone! haven't you seen the sweaty and oily glow of eternal youthood).

oh oh, I am glad you found both the series and although it might seem difficult, roman dialect isn't that terrible (although they have some strange ways for example: 'tagliarsi' - which is generally translated as 'cutting yourself' - means around rome 'having fun'. why? I don't know. it's super funny because there are so many different ways to say something, like to skip school it can be: 'fare bigia', 'fare filone', 'marinare la scuola' based on where you live in italy).

also I hope that you get back to your courses, but also give yourself some credit: you are learning a whole new - complex - language, while handling a life. not all people can do that and you can absolutely take a break from it.

and if you ever want to send me silly messages in italian, I am all for it! if anything your italian might be better than my own...

with this being said, I am off to doing a bit of stuff and then I hope that tonight I'll get a bit to myself to continue finally reading 'lady chatterley's lover' (I have reached to where clifford has asked her to have a baby, I am quite at the beginning as I have told you but hey...).

pls take all the time that you need to answer this and I hope you get to relax and enjoy life and most importantly daydream all you want about eddie and sorceress! reader.

have a lovely day!

-🌗

Error 404 is SO RIGHT, BESTIE! tbh I'm still feeling like that! some things came up that I need to do but I seriously don't have any more brain capacity at the moment because my brain is already in vacation mode, and thinking about my trip next week, but most importantly ON DANNY ELFMAN MODE! because I FINALLY GOT MY VISA, so it's super confirmed that I'm gonna see the goth grandpa! (although you already know this, but I feel the need to sneak this into all my conversations recently, so, apologies kdflkgjdjh) also, LOVED your graph thingy!! (another thing you know by now, but I really did) Anyway, onto my reply!

"they just don't want to do stuff and hence relegate it to women, feigning incompetence." Absolutely. And it freaking sucks to hear that you had to experience that because another thing I absolutely hate next to an incompetent man is people who simply do not respect your space. And this goes for people in general. My mom likes to invite her friends/colleagues to our apartment sometimes, and we only have two bathrooms, one that's my mom's that's inside her room, and the other in the hallway, which is mine, but because it's in the hallway, when we have visitors, that's the one they use. And I always have my things in order and spotless and when the visitors come UGHHHHHHHHHHH JUST, DROPLETS OF WATER EVERYWHERE, THEY USE UP ALL THE TOILET PAPER, THE HAND TOWEL IS JUST THROWN OVER THE SINK, JUST, A MESS! A MESS! And it's awful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! makes me wanna chew through the drywall when I go check my bathroom after they're gone, so I totally understand.

And also this whole rant about men feigning incompetence reminds me of my uncles (all of them, but especially the one that lives with my grandparents). Idk if I've mentioned it to you before, but part of the reason why my brain has been mush this year is that my grandma has been sick and requires 24/7 care because of brain damage. And my uncle literally lives in that house and STILL my grandpa had to hire a nurse (and a very important detail is that my grandpa, at 80 years old, STILL WORKS because of necessity, so hiring extra help puts a dent in his income) to be with them because this fucking man can't, for the life of him, lift a finger and help my grandpa take care of my grandma. Like, men will have egos so freaking big that they can't see past their own noses and put their comfort aside to help one another, it's way easier to feign incompetence. Anyway, long ass rant!! in conclusion: men that aren't fictional fucking SUCK. Which also ties into our respective problems with feminicides. Absolutely, we have the same culture here, that protects abusers. And the horror stories you hear about how women were treated are just awful to think about, and terrifying because you have this lingering fear that, you never know if it could happen to you, so you can't just freely walk around alone in the streets. Because we've both shared that we wanna get out of our countries, I truly hope it's something that can happen to us because, Idk if you feel like this too, but I feel like I'm missing out on so much stuff and my life is just slipping by because I can't do so many stuff because of my countries limitations. I hate feeling that way. It dawns on me that I'm gonna be 30 in a couple of years (and I know that by no means 30 is the end-all of your life), but I feel like I've missed out on life so much because of this.

Also PS. Never be sorry about heated messages, lmao!! I love that we can talk about silly AND serious things! And also, the thing about the food doesn't sound silly at all! Especially if it alters how you feel significantly. I feel so fed up and annoyed about things that maybe other people find insignificant and ridiculous but it's like, they're important TO ME and them being altered because of things out of my control affects ME. My mom is always on my case because of these sort of thing. I'll have meltdowns over things she finds absurd but it's like: you have a plan, or a predicted outcome, and when that outcome is altered, it's kinda like !!! your whole world shifts, I suppose. Like with my visa. They specifically told me: you'll be able to pick it up between 2-3 weeks. AND WE WERE ONTO THE FOURTH and I wasn't hearing from the consulate at all! In fact, the page where you can check the status of your application was probably malfunctioning because every time I logged in, it said 'your search did not return any data'. I was starting to panic because what if the application never came through? what if the visas are ready but because the data isn't showing, I won't know when to pick them up? and I had heard horror stories of that process taking up to 3 to 5 months, and I was already thinking that that was gonna be my case, so goodbye Danny Elfman and goodbye A7X. My mom was absolutely chill about it meanwhile I was losing it, because in my mind I already had a time frame set, and not only was I looking forward to seeing those shows to make up for my horrible year, but I'd have to resell the tickets and that was gonna be a whole mess to get into because I don't know many people that are into them, so I was thinking that I was going to lose my money if the visas didn't come in time. Anyway, yet another long ass rant!

OK BUT BESTIE I AM SO INTRIGUED ABOUT THE ASYLUM AND IT NOT BEING CREEPY, LIKE???? OUT OF A FAIRYTALE!?? I'M WHEEZING! How is that possible!???? I am so intrigued!

About The Blind Assasin, yeah it was A LOT and at the very beginning as well. It started very mystery/plot heavy in the first part, and then it shifts the pov in the second part and that's where the pace kinda slows down for me. Which, I get that's the intended effect because it's being told from the point of view of an old woman, but, just personally, that shift from super plot-heavy and intrigue, to the lady describing her day, kinda threw me off a little bit. And I don't doubt the intrigue and mystery will resume, but I'd rather just start another story because I know this will take me a while to finish, and I kinda wanna just read more books in general. I used to read so much when I was in high school and now I'm lucky if I finish (1) non-work related book a year. I'm really liking Salem's Lot!! BUT if you're new to Stephen King, I'd definitely recommend 'The Mist' which is super short, and not that scary in my opinion, so it would help to get a feel of his narrative style with a shorter story and see how you like it! The first book I read of his was 'Misery' because I'd seen the movie, and the book? omg. I wouldn't say that one's that scary either. It's more of a thriller. So those are the ones I'd recommend! From him, I also love 'Pet Sematary'. I think I might have liked that one more than Misery but that one is scarier.

ALSO!!!!!!!! I'M LOVING THE PARALELL YOU MAKE WITH 'LADY CHATTERLEY' And also love that you're enjoying it so far!!! AHH!! YES! I also was not expecting how rowdy it would be. For its time, I was expecting something a little bit tamer and like, classical? idk what word I'm looking for. But certainly not this. I was also very surprised to learn that D.H. Lawrence wasn't, in fact, gay, because of the way he speaks about the way men view pleasure, in a sort of, condemning and critical way? I was like, there's no way a MAN wrote this. No way. And also the way the sex scenes are described is so raw but honest, and the slow build of the relationship between Mellors and Connie is just something that the movie got totally wrong and that it glossed over completely. The movie stripped away all the grit from the novel!

When you say Joe was your summer obsession and Ewan autumn and winter? YES. PRECISELY THIS. And maybe this is why I'm slowly coming back to Joe because he just feels like a summer kind of love? Bestie you just put that sooo beautiful sdlkfgjslkdjg. Eddie sure feels like the summer kind of love, with the sun and the sea and the music blasting outdoors and going to concerts, while Ewan + Aemond feels like coziness and warm drinks and blankets as you curl up together to enjoy a calm evening. I'm sounding corny as hell, but hey.

Also let me be the down to fully push you into the Jack O'Connell love bestie. You need to see SAS Rogue Heroes, and also maybe when you finish reading Lady Chatterley you can see the movie with him as Mellors because, OH DEAR. OHHH DEAR. I didn't like the adaptation but him as Mellors? yes please. Absolutely (although I did picture Ewan as Mellors while reading the book because of the character being from Derby, oops). That was of course before knowing Jack, and also knowing he's from Derby too sdkjfklkjldfkgj.

The bit about the dialects reminds me that I saw a map the other day about all the different ways you can say (idk remember what word it was) throughout Italy and I was like.....no way.........how am I supposed to remember that!? But I guess it just seems intimidating as someone who's starting out! I'm sure if I was to dissect all the different types of ways you can say one thing in Spanish it would be difficult too! also, there are variations you can find in the Spanish from Spain, South America, and North America. This reminds me! that I found out why Lupo was transformed into Lobo when they both come from the same root! but I wanna drop that in a message in your own profile along with other thingies I wanna say/show you before I go on my trip next week! heheh. But also, thank you for that, bestie! I feel bad because I paid for those courses, but I literally can't bring my brain to focus on those right now, or even on fics. Like I physically cannot bring myself to focus on something or write, even if I want to. It's been tough! which is why it means a lot to me that you put up with my Italian inquiries and just generally, that you keep me company with your messages! :')

Good luck with your thesis bestie! and as always, I hope that you find time in between studies to indulge and relax. Again, glad to know you're enjoying Lady Chatterley's lover, and I can't wait to hear your thoughts as you read! Sending you a big hug and lots of love! x