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eitaababe · 1 year

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ALWAYS BEEN YOU !

a/n — i swear i will finish requests but i'm having a rotxo brain rot

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You were always close with Tsireya and Ao'nung, so naturally, that meant you were childhood friends with Rotxo. You grew up first hand experiencing his kindness, his sweet smiles. You spent so much time with the boy, he was one of your closest friends.

Considering the amount of time you spent together with him, you were surprised he never picked up on your clear interest in him. Even Tsireya and your own parents had known for the longest time. You'd liked Rotxo before you fully understood what it meant to hold romantic feelings for someone, and yet, you never did anything about it.

You were only a year younger than the boy, but naturally, you two had different friend groups. Of course, you'd still see him whenever you would hang out with Tsireya and her brother, but outside of that, you never bothered to come up to him with other friends. At first you were too scared to, but as you grew up, you just started to care less for most of his friends.

So as you sat with Tsireya on the beach, only half paying attention to what she was saying (something about Lo'ak, if you were to guess) and admiring Rotxo with his friends, Tsireya lightly slapped your thigh, making you jump. "What was that for?"

"You weren't even listening, were you?" She narrowed her eyes at you, following where you were looking. At the sight of the curly haired boy, she smacked her forehead, giggling.

"No! I was!" You lied, averting your gaze and turning your attention back to your friend. At the sight of her tilting her head, you shrugged nonchalantly, flashing a grin. "Lo'ak?"

She shoved you with a laugh, shaking her head. "Whatever, it's too hard to get your attention when a certain someone is around." Tsireya teased, her laughs increasing when you blushed at the mention of the boy.

"Oh hush. I wasn't staring at him, I was...admiring the waves." You nodded, Tsireya clearly not believing you.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel, y/n? You've felt like this for years, he should know at some point."

You sighed, quickly glancing back over at Rotxo. "Reya, we've been friends since forever. And I've liked him since before I even knew how to ride an ilu. How would I even tell him that? And imagine he doesn't feel the same. I could never be able to face him again."

"Face who again?" A voice suddenly pitched in, a pair of wet arms wrapping around your shoulders. Recognizing who it was your eyes widened, Tsireya containing her laughter from across from you.

"No one!" You squeaked, happy you weren't facing Rotxo at the moment. Your heartbeat quickly sped up once you realized how he was holding you, your face practically purple.

"Okay..." he wearily responded, grabbing ahold of your hands (was he trying to send you into cardiac arrest?) and dragging you up. "Cmon, guys, don't be such bummers. Come swim with us!"

Of course, you accepted his invitation and Tsireya followed, as you joined her brother and the others to the waves.

After you had hung out with Rotxo, you'd taken Tsireya's words to heart. She was right, in a way. You would need to tell Rotxo how you felt eventually, especially if you wanted it to go somewhere. You all were getting older, and soon enough he would be looking for potential mates. You heart pained at the thought of him being with someone else who wasn't you, considering how long you'd spent loving him.

You were walked aimlessly around when you stumbled upon Kiri, both of you exchanging surprised looks. The two of you never really talked, considering you spent a lot of time with Ao'nung, and you knew how Kiri wasn't very fond of him. You waved awkwardly, greeting the girl. "Hi."

"Hi." She shyly replied, avoiding your gaze. Truth be told, you wanted to get closer to the Sully siblings, but you never really knew if they wanted your company or not, being friends with Ao'nung and all.

"Um-" you hesitated, looking around. "What were you doing around here?"

"Just, looking around and sorts. It's very beautiful here."

You smiled, nodding in agreement. "It really is. Do you miss the forest?"

In your attempt to continue the conversation, Kiri decided you were different than some of your friends. "I do," she admitted, staring off towards the ocean. "But I do enjoy it here. You have very beautiful creatures."

You sat down a small distance away from her, agreeing. "The ilus are my favorite." You shared, and you two spent the rest of the day asking each other about your clans, and Kiri's previous environment.

It was nice, making a new friend and for once, not worrying about the boy that was always on your mind.

From the interaction you grew closer to Kiri, and with that, her siblings as well. Whenever Tsireya was off with others you hung out with Kiri, or whichever sibling was with her at the time.

So, as you and Kiri made your way towards the reef you saw Ao'nung and Rotxo walking around, Rotxo a slightly nervous expression on his face. You called out to them and they stopped, and they made their way over to you, Ao'nung clearly about to make a comment on Kiri before he was smacked by Rotxo and earned a stern glare from you.

"What are you two skxawngs up to?" You smiled, practically beaming at the sight of your favorite boy.

Hesitating, Rotxo cleared his throat multiple times, putting an awkward hand to the back of his neck. Before he could come up with an answer Ao'nung slung an arm around his friend, grinning. "Well, our parents have talked to us both about how we're getting older and need to be looking for possible mates. So we're scavenging around for some possible girls."

You blinked rapidly, trying to prevent yourself from getting teary eyed. You suddenly grew uncomfortable in the situation, nodding at the words. "Well, that's lovely. Have fun." Knowing you didn't mean those words, Kiri grabbed ahold of your arm, taking you away and mumbling something about having to meet her brothers at the reef.

As he watched the two of you leave, Ao'nung made a look of confusion, not seeing the sullen look on Rotxo's face. "What's up with her?"

You were silent the whole walk, Kiri's siblings immediately noticing your mood once you arrived. Tsireya, who was with Lo'ak, immediately ran up to you, eyes concerned. "What happened?"

When you didn't respond Kiri hesitantly spoke, looking at you carefully. "Well, we saw Ao'nung and Rotxo on our way here," she paused, you and her taking a seat down with everyone else. "And they mentioned how their parents told them they were getting older and mates and such," she paused again, grasping your hand firmly. "And then Ao'nung mentioned how they were on a search for possible mates."

"Oh that skxawng!" Tsireya complained, huffing at her brother's pure stupidity. Lo'ak looked around, obviously confused before he cleared his throat to gain your guys' attention.

"Not to sound stupid or anything, but what exactly is going on?"

Hissing in pain when Kiri slapped her brother you laughed, shaking your head. "It's alright. I've kind of had this thing for Rotxo for the past few years."

"Oh don't be such a liar," Tsireya cut you off. "Y/n has been in love with Rotxo ever since she learned how to swim. She's been pining over him hopelessly for years, and he's stupid and hasn't realized a thing."

So you spent most of the day with the siblings and Tsireya, all of them doing their best to comfort and cheer you up, trying to take your mind off of Rotxo.

You avoided Rotxo the best you could since the situation, and it had been days since the two of you talked. You knew you were bound to run into him one way or another, but you were hoping to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

But of course, luck was never on your side when you spotted Rotxo with a girl. They were talking together and Rotxo seemed like he was having a good time so you tried making your getaway as fast as possible, pretending you didn't hear calls of your name.

"Y/n, hey!" Rotxo panted, grabbing ahold of your arm to stop you in your path. "I feel like I haven't seen you in so long."

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to figure out what to say. Refusing to admit to anything, you only shrugged. "Sorry, I guess I've just been spending some more time with the Sully's while you were- uhm-" You nodded awkwardly over towards the girl, your heart dropping once you recognized her. Aveyti.

"Oh yes, Aveyti." You practically winced at her name, eyes dropping to look down to the sand. It wasn't necessarily the fact he had found company in another girl, it was that he found company in her. You were never the fondest of Aveyti, as her beauty was misleading from her large ego.

"She seems cool." You muttered, your attention still on the sand between where the two of you stood.

"So you wouldn't mind if I mated with another? With Aveyti?" Rotxo slowly questioned, making your head shoot up.

"Uhm, no." You lied, looking him straight in the eyes. Each word you spoke was like a dagger to your heart, a constant reminder that you were just too late. "I wouldn't. It's not my business, anyways. Aveyti is very beautiful. So if she makes you happy, I think you should go for it."

"Oh," The boy spoke, awkwardly fidgeting with his hands. "Well I'm glad you approve. I should- probably get back," He pointed back over his shoulder, towards Aveyti. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Bye." You waved, walking away from Rotxo and to your friends with glossy eyes and a heavy heart.

Rotxo couldn't help but miss you the next couple of weeks. You refused to talk to him since your last encounter, and he couldn't figure out why. Every time he saw you and tried to approach you, you always came up with an excuse, and your responses were always curt. He missed the presence of his friend, and upon asking Tsireya what was happening, was only called a skxawng.

So he was stuck, spending most of his time with either Ao'nung or Aveyti. The girl must have convinced herself that Rotxo had chosen her as his promised mate, so she clung onto him like a leech, not leaving his side. Truth be told, he didn't even like her that much. Their past few conversations he was always detached, his mind on you.

However, eywa seemed to grace Rotxo today, as Aveyti's mother called for her help today, and he could finally confront you about your distance today. He found you with Kiri and Tsireya, calling your name from afar before making his way towards you.

The girls made panicked faces towards you and you shook your head, calming them down. "It's okay, I got this." You reassured, and ushering them away as you turned around to meet the boy.

"Hi, Rotxo."

"Why are you avoiding me?" He didn't bother with a greeting, getting straight to the point.

You winced, averting your gaze from him. "I don't know, I guess I've just been spending a lot of time with other people."

"Y/n," he sternly called your name, taking a step closer to you. "I know when you're lying. Just tell me the truth. Please?"

Thoughts racing, you bit your lip, not seeing a way out of this. "I just- I just don't like Aveyti, I guess."

Scoffing at your answer, Rotxo shook his head. "You told me you thought she seemed nice not too long ago!"

"Well I lied!" You shouted back, making the boy stumble back. "I lied, okay? I don't like her. I think she's egotistical, I think she's stupid, I think she doesn't care about anyone other than herself. And I don't think she would make a good mate."

"Whatever happened to it 'not being your business', y/n? You sure have a lot to say for someone who claimed you had nothing to do with this."

"I know! I just- I don't think she's good for you. Truthfully."

"Why does it even matter to you?" Rotxo snapped, making you close your eyes shut. You guys always had petty arguments, but it wasn't like this. Never like this. "Hell, I'm not even dating you. So why does it matter so much?"

"You think I don't know that?"

"Then what is your problem?!"

"YOU!" You finally confessed, feeling like your heart was being ripped out of your chest. "You are my problem, Rotxo. My problem is that I have been hopelessly pining over you, but I'm a coward and you're just oblivious. So I'm sorry for no-"

Your rant was cut short when Rotxo grabbed you, tugging you closer to him and pressed his lips to yours, shutting you up. He kissed you feverishly, hands roaming your body. He pecked your lips a few times before pulling away, his forehead resting against yours. "Do you know how long I've been waiting to hear the words?"

Dumbstruck, you gaped at the boy, smile wide as your hand cupped his cheek gently, "You really mean that?"

He nodded, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. "It's you, y/n. It's always been you."

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a/n — this was 100% self indulgent whoops

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astars-things · 2 years

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Heart broken

Being Lukes twin you also went to the University of Michigan because you and Luke didn’t want to get separated and so he could keep a close eye on you.

A year into being at Umich you fell in love with a guy on the football team or so you thought it was love. Luke and his hockey team were overprotective of you so as soon as they heard about your little boyfriend they bugged you for 2 weeks for them to meet him. You were very against this idea.

When summer came along Jack and Quinn came home, Luke being the snitch that he is told them about your boyfriend, that’s when the idea that he should come over for dinner came about. Jack decided to invite Trevor over who was in town and Quinn decided to invite Brady who just so happen to be in town also. They both thought of you as their little sister and again was protective of you.

When Drew showed up to the house you could tell he was nervous I mean you had 4 NHL players in your house and they were all standing in a line with their arms crossed (they looked liked idiots)

“What are your intentions”

“You hurt her and give you a puck to the face”

“Keep your hands to yourself”

“you mess with her you mess with a bunch of NHL players”

Was going around all night. As you were on your way to the bathroom you walked passed your room and you heard drew talking to someone you didn’t want to eavesdrop but curiosity got the best of you and you leaned against the door .

“Bro I don’t even like Y/n she was just bet and honestly she has a really nice body I got addicted like omg she is so tight.” As soon as you heard that tears started to well in your eyes, you ran to the bathroom and locked yourself in you texted Quinn to come to the bathroom.

“Hey what’s up you okay” Quinn said against the door

“Yeah no not really can you tell Drew I just got my period and go home please” I said feeling embarrassed I lied to Quinn

A week later

It’s been a week since you heard you boyfriend say you were just a bet and that you have a really nice body and he got addicted. You are on your way over to his house to talk to him when you saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway you didn’t think much of it. When you knocked on the front door you were met with Drew in just his boxers and hickies all over his neck.

“You know what fuck you we are done” you yelled at him

“cmon babe lets just talk” Drew yelled back

When you got into the car tears and anger started to show. When you arrived home with mascara running down your eyes, you noticed the amount of cars outside of course Luke, Quinn and Jack invited some of their team mates over. You could either face all of them or you could sneak in. Sneaking in sounded better but sometimes you just have to face your brothers. You walked into the house making as little noise as possible to try and not get noticed once you heard the amount of footsteps coming up from the basement you knew you were in deep shit.

“Hey y/n/n whats wrong” Quinn said as he hugged you, just as you thought you had my more tears left you broke down even more that’s when Bordy came and rubbed your back

“H-he cheated on me and I was just a bet to him” you whispered but loud enough for all the boys to hear. They all go red with angry and they wanted revenge. You got taken out of Quinns arms and into bordy’s who always knew how to comfort you. All the boys started on their revenge plans while you were falling asleep in bords arms.

Once you were asleep but you could hear what was going on around you, you felt him place you into bed with a kiss on the forehead.

“I would never treat you like that Bub, just give me a chance” bords said as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Love you all

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darthwheezely · 3 years

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okay im backkkkk 💌 anything kinda angsty for fred pls (like a break up but theres a bit of making up at the end pls

resentment and reconciliation- f.w. hcs

Warnings: this one kinda hurt to write I’m ngl, I love you Jess but DAMN - cussing probably, mentions of slut shaming, actual smut, a lOT OF ANGST, hateful!fred

THIS WILL BE SO UNGODLY LONG THIS IS BASICALLY A PSUEDO ONE SHOT

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you and Fred were friends...

...simply friends

yep

mhm

only friends

friends that liked to casually dominate each other multiple times a week

sometimes multiple times a day

but regardless of your entirely messy relationship, you were best friends

...weren’t you?

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so goddamn tight me,” Fred hissed as he was pounding inside of you, determined to release some kind of frustration from seeing you with George for the whole day when you both knew you had really just wanted to spend the day with Fred. Right?

“Freddie, you feel so good” you said airily as he hiked up one of your legs onto one of his shoulders.

“Yeah, princess? You like the way I fill you up so good, make you fucking mine?” When you moaned in response he threw your other leg onto the opposite shoulder, determined to show you just how much you were his, and what that meant for him. He had been watching you for months pretend nothing was happening outside this room, and regardless if you knew it or not, it had been killing him the day he agreed to your rendezvous the first time.

“Yes, Freddie, fuck, yes”

“Gonna come for me, sweet girl?”

“God, yes, Fred-“ and with a harsh thrust to your g-spot you clenched around him tightly, your body releasing onto him in a massive wave. He put his free hand that didn’t have your arms pinned above you to your clit, determined to have you as overstimulated as possible.

“Fred, please-“ you whined vehemently at his rough touch.

“I’m coming baby, I’m right here” and with a final pound he had smoothed your walls with him, the throbbing finally subsiding. He rolled his hips slowly to ride out his high, and he then pulled out, falling to your side and pulling you into his arms. He could feel your heart pounding as your breasts heaved against him, desperate for air flow where he had rid you of it all.

“We haven’t held each other like this in a while, Freddie...it’s...it’s really nice.” You whispered against his bare chest, pressing a kiss or two there. He nodded and buried his mouth in your hair, fluttering his eyes.

“I promise I’ll take every opportunity to hold you, okay?”

that was tuesday

let’s skip to Thursday morning

you had only told one other person about your complicated relationship with Fred, and that was Hannah Abbot

you trusted her, you saw her as your BEST friend

but unfortunately, good ol’ hannah didn’t really feel the same

she had it out for you when Roger Davies had confessed he had a crush on you at the Yule Ball, kissed you even, against your consent

see, he was Hannah’s date

and she didn’t like that very much

to top it allllll off?

she had been casually crushing on Fred ever since she had her heart broken by Roger

so now here you all were, seventh year and you assumed as per usual that everything was fine

when clearly, unbeknownst to you

this bitch saw you six feet under

so Hannah did what she knew would hurt you the most

she told Roger :)

“Please he’s absolutely balls deep in love with her, but poor thing doesn’t know she’s using him for a roll in the sack.” Said Hannah, filing her nails in the courtyard. Roger looked at her absolutely dumbfounded.

“No, Y/N, isnt like that. And besides, Fred’s a good mate of mine and...She just wouldn’t do that to him. Feelings or not, she’s not one to use people.” He shook his head starting to get up from the tree he’d been leaning on.

“Well, she used you, didn’t she?” She purred demurely. He turned to look at her, jaw clenched.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He gritted out.

“She’s making him her personal whore, exactly like she did when she rejected you at the Ball...I mean...cmon, Rog. Don’t people deserve to know who she really is?”

everyone had heard the next day how Y/N was fucking Fred Weasley like an Olympic sport

and how he wasn’t the one coming out on top for the first time

at first he didn’t know what he did when he walked into the Great Hall to stares and whispers

George had tried to get him to go back to bed so he could bring him food

but fred demanded answers

and when he found out what it was

...he was crushed

You walked into the cascading staircase, bounding up the stairs. It was Thursday night, you and Fred’s night to be alone while George and Lee would be hanging out. You walked into the room to see Fred, throwing things onto his bed and looking angry and...hurt?

“Fred, what-what is all this?” He didn’t look at you, just continued to pick stuff up off the floor, and got one of your bras. He threw it at you.

“It’s all your shit, Y/N. Might as well help since this is the last time you’ll ever be in my room. Or around me again quite frankly.” He started to look down again and keep working but he heard you whimper and his eyes flashed up to yours. He started to laugh harshly. “Oh my god, stop.” He rolled his eyes and threw his arms out. “You got what you wanted from me didn’t you, Y/N? Quick shag and no feelings and knowing you had an entire fucking human being completely and utterly devoted to you with, what did Ron say? ‘Half the commitment’?” He smiled at you but it was one with rage, with tears pooling at his eyes, pain emitting off his body in hot waves. He didn’t even know he was shouting.

“I mean, Jesus, I’m in love with you and you got to go on and-and fuck whoever you want because guess what at the end of the day you get to tell everyone that Fred fucking Weasley is your own personal whore and would do anything for you and that just got you where you wanted it didn’t it? Didn’t it?” He had stopped yelling, his heart pounding as he took in the sight of you fully in tears now, flinching at him quietly. He felt immediately then like he was going to throw up, something wasn’t right, you usually were so fiery and assertive and here you were looking like a dog that got kicked repeatedly. He swallowed thickly. “Get your stuff and get the fuck out I can’t stand the sight of you.”

Without looking at him you reached onto his bed and grabbed everything you could carry, and swiftly left the room. Everyone in the Gryffindor common room, except George, looking at you with pure unbridled disdain.

George was the only it seemed, that cared about you at this time for the next couple weeks

He didn’t tell Fred, but it had been George that had been sneaking up food to you in your dorm room

It had been George that had sent you little notes in class that said things like

I love you, Y/N. I believe in you, okay?

He even visited your dorm one day when you couldn’t move so much as one leg off your bed, and he caught you then, while you were sobbing about the loss of Fred and yourself and he held you and put you back in bed

and waited until you fell back asleep and moved the hair out of your face

he needed to tell Fred the truth

meanwhile, Fred was floundering

he had fallen back into his coping mechanism of sex and violence, mostly the first one

he had started hooking up with virtually everyone in his year that he’d ever rejected

after all - fred was labeled as a slut so why not act like one

if there was anything Fred was good at, it was being loud

in bed it had never been an issue - in fact, it was a talent now, yeah?

he’d been hearing it around school for weeks now

how easy he was

how much he would do to get in a girl’s pants

how he dipped his wick in anything that moved

anything and everything

he got it from girls

“c’mon freddie can i take a ride just once”

to the guys

“Oi freddie, you let your mates hit it for free too?”

if it were from a guy he’d usually swing a punch

or 12

he’d gotten in his most fights that he ever had in any of his years at hogwarts

but then Georgie came along:

George had waited on Fred’s bed, as his twin was in the shower. Lucky for Fred, George had been able to trace Roger’s little dip in the gossip system all the way back to Hannah Abbott, who everyone knew was bullshit, and had decided to let his brother know exactly what kind of a supreme asshat he was being to their best friend (and the love of Fred’s life, let’s be super honest.)

“Georgie, what the hell are you doing-”

“About to give you the whip cracking of your life, dear brother.” George swung his legs off the bed as Fred continued to dry his hair in the mirror, rolling his eyes.

“Is this about the last girl I had by? We didn’t fuck on your bed if that’s what you’re so worried about.” Fred quipped and George took everything in his power to not bitch slap the hell out of his older twin. George clenched his jaw and rolled it.

“You fucked up, Freddie.” He said quietly. Fred turned slowly to look at him. “Excuse me?”. “You. Fucked. Up.” George said a bit louder. “Y/N got played. By Hannah Abbott and Roger Davies. She’s had a crush on you this whole time, you absolute dumb piece of shit.” And then George did push Fred then backwards onto the bathroom wall, but he was too dumbfounded by the usually sensible twin’s behavior to do anything back.

“That’s-I don’t understand-“

“Oh my god, Fred. Hannah’s been in love with for ages, she lied. To everyone. Roger did too, he’s wanted to get with Y/N since day 1 you know that just as well as I do.” Fred tightened his arm, thinking about Roger with his lips and arms on you that night last year-

“Your point? She still said that shit about me” he said gruffly, but a pool of anxiety swirled in his stomach all the same

“Don’t you get it? Y/N is in love with you. She didn’t say or do anything to hurt you. At all. She hasn’t been eating, she hasn’t been doing homework, she throws up constantly, she’s barely left bed but to go to the library and usually all she does there is sleep anyway, she cries all the time and it’s been me making sure she still is present if not to just see people every damn day! So quit youre moping and fix this shit or I swear to God, Freddie, I’ll knock your block off.” George was heaving, pools of water in his eyes as he swallowed. “She’s my best friend too, you know.”

Fred looked up at George then and had started to cry. All of those things he said, all of the words he spat at her like they could burn her skin and cause some of the pain he believed she had caused him, when in reality you had-you had done nothing wrong.

“Georgie, I’m sorry” he choked.

“I know you are. But I’m not the one to say it to right now...you’ve gotta find her, Freddie. Please.”

you had been in the corner of the quidditch stands

the wind was blowing against your hair

you couldn’t be in your room anymore, it started to smell like you

and you, prior to an hour ago, didn’t smell too appetizing

you reeked of sweat and tears and your own sick

you took a shower so hot you wanted it to burn you alive

maybe sanitize the last of your fear and your hurt away

you had lost weight, you had lost feeling

you all in all had just lost

and you had never wanted to go home so badly, already considering writing home

you hated being reminded that your best friend and crush hated you

wanted you to be hated by everyone else too

but then, you heard footsteps

“Y/N?” Fred whispered to himself as he saw you in the stands. You looked so worn, so lifeless sitting there - he almost didn’t recognize you from the way your hair, usually scrunched up and bouncy had fallen flatly against your face, further slapped around by the wind outside. You had been wearing an oversized sweater and your sweatpants had pooled around your ankles. Simply put, you were miserable.

“Y/N?” He called again once he was standing in front of you. You turned to look at him in what felt like slow motion, but when you locked eyes with him, you immediately felt fearful.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll leave now” you sputtered

“No, hey, wait, please” he reached out to grab your arm and you froze, letting him take it. He looked at you, with a flash of fear and worry on your face and he wanted to throw up knowing he was the one that made you feel like that.

“Fred, please let go” you hoarsely whispered.

“No, love, I’m not going to let go I have some things to apologize for.”

You started to cry, eyes dropping again to his hand on your arm and breathing feeling suddenly like a very hard task. “You hate me now: you sobbed and you pulled yourself from his grip, turning away from him and gathering your bag. He started to scramble for your hold again tears starting to stream down his face

“No, angel, please, I could never hate you”

“Oh? What about those things you said to me in your room-” you were walking faster over the benched seats, making your way to the other side.

“I know I know I said those things in my room but I can’t believe them because you have to believe me when I tell you I’m in love with you” and he was sobbing at your body turned away from him. You turned to look at him with a skeptical quirk of your face.

“No, no you don’t.” You spat.

“Yes, Y/N, I do please let me explain” he said earnestly taking in your bright eyes and the furrow of your brow.

“People who love each other don’t scream at them and throw things.” You said flatly. You wanted him to be true but you couldn’t make yourself believe him.

“Just give me five minutes of your time and-and if you hate me you never have to see me again. Please.” He closed the gap between you two and motioned for you to sit down. You licked a tear from your lip and nodded siting on a bench besides him.

“Hannah and Roger told everyone-”

“I know what happened. What they did. I want to hear about you. And what you said. And are saying” you looked at him in the eyes with steel burning behind your irises.

He sighed and rubbed his jaw. “I thought that what we had was purely sex in your eyes. And I was too much of a coward to ever ask you, so when I heard someone tell me that my own insecurities could possibly be true,” he inhaled a harsh breath as tears started to fall “I-I was crushed. By the idea that you saw me as what other people saw me as...as a toy? I guess? Or a sexual prop? To use when you wanted. But I hide my feelings a lot as you know, so even if you did feel that way, it would’ve looked like I agreed because I hate you knowing how sad I am,” he started to choke on his tears, the anguish of knowing he hurt you this much was too much for him to ever be able to handle. “I just wanted to hold you and whisper in your ear and tell you how much I love you and the thought of my own fears being true pushed you away. And you never have to forgive me. I-when I yelled at you like that I wanted to see you hurt, I think. I wanted you to see how sad it made me to think about you with other people like you had been with me and” he took a final breath and you pulled his body into you. “Y/N, my love I’m so sorry.” His sobs shook your body, the feeling and angle of the destroyed boy you love shaking you everywhere. You pressed kisses to his head. “Freddie, I love you” you repeated “I love you here and here and here and here and here” and with every kiss you gave him, you were determined to soothe him. “I-I’ sorry too, for not being as forthright with you about how i felt too. It’s always been you, Freddie.” He choked out a watery smile and he leaned in to kiss your face everywhere he could, his tears stinging against the wind and your cheeks.

“If-If you could ever be with me I will always be open to it at any time, you know that don’t you? I-I understand if you can’t.” He held his forehead to yours, his nose brushing yours ever so slightly.

“Freddie, I love you. You were who I missed when I couldn’t get out of bed for fuck’s sake you’re all I want,” and he leaned into you then fully, capturing your wet and chapped lips against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he melted into you like this

this

this was fred weasley

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #Harry Potter smut

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keijislove · 3 years

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Happiness: Harry Potter X Muggle!Reader

Ding dong

The bell at Number Four, Privet Drive rang.

‘Boy, scurry off!’ Petunia growled at Harry; afraid he would do something to the person who was at the door.

Harry hid inside his old broom cupboard.

Even after spending two whole years at Hogwarts, and about to start his third, the Dursleys never let him come and see whoever was at their door.

It’s not like I’d stun them, Harry gloomily thought. I’ve got better things to do.

In truth, he really hadn’t.

Which is why he peeked through the small crack in the door to see who was there.

Petunia opened the door.

‘Er, yes?’ Harry heard her say.

‘Mrs. Dursley, good afternoon!’ a voice spoke.

The voice was gentle and sweet, a great variation from the Dursleys’ harsh, barking tones towards Harry.

It was the voice of a girl; one he did not know.

‘How may I help you dear?’ Petunia smiled.

‘Er, well, Dudley took my maths book yesterday, and I-I have a test coming up day after, so could you please ask him to lend it back?’ the voice asked.

‘Of course.’ Petunia smiled. ‘Come in, dear.’

That was when Harry finally saw the owner of the calming voice.

It was you.

Looking ever so beautiful and elegant with a halo of politeness surrounding you.

Petunia went upstairs to retrieve your book.

He did not know why exactly, but Harry felt like he had to talk to you.

He had to.

And if he didn’t, then the chance would be lost forever.

He walked out of the cupboard.

‘Oh!’ you exclaimed in surprise.

‘Er, sorry.’ He muttered, feeling foolish.

‘No, no... quite alright... I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N. you are?’ you asked, holding out your hand.

‘Harry. Harry Potter.’ He said, shaking your hand.

You frowned slightly. ‘Potter... I’ve heard that before... you’re Dudley’s cousin, aren’t you?’ you asked.

‘Er, yeah.’ Harry awkwardly said.

For a moment, a small flash of fear took over your face, but you tried your best to hide it.

Harry noticed it anyway.

He felt anger bubbling up inside him.

‘I don’t go to St. Brutus’ if that’s what’s scaring you.’ He said with more venom than intended.

You looked positively nonplussed. ‘Oh? Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry. It’s just that... Dudley says such awful things about you... I’d started thinking you were a mad hooligan!’

‘Dudley says a lot of things that aren’t true. For instance, he beat up a toddler and told me he’d won a boxing match.’ Harry shook his head.

You giggled slightly.

‘So... you’re his friend, then?’ Harry asked.

You looked down. ‘Uhm... well, no. I’m afraid he’s not very nice to me. I don’t think he likes me much.’

Harry felt yet another wish to strangle his cousin.

‘Why’d you lend him your book, then?’ he asked in confusion.

You sighed. ‘I didn’t. He took it from me when we were out during recess.’

‘Prat.’ Harry muttered.

When they heard Petunia’s footsteps, Harry jumped back inside the broom cupboard.

She was wiping fake tears, mumbling.

‘Diddykins, always such a gentleman. Asking for a girl’s book so politely.’ She mumbled.

You had to look away in order to roll your eyes.

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Needless to say, you and Harry became friends since that day.

The Dursleys would always kick him out, and this used to annoy him, but now he had somewhere to go, so he used to leave without a word.

You two would meet up in the nearby playground and do one of the things Harry considered a big privilege.

You’d talk.

Nothing in particular, you’d sit on the swings and just talk.

Harry deeply wished he could tell you about Hogwarts, how Voldemort was a huge threat to his existence, but what would you think?

You’d call him mad.

You still followed the same routine.

You’d talk, everyday you’d talk and talk and one day he would leave, leave you behind, lonely.

Things however, changed quick after that.

He had just gotten home from third year, and was spending the summer there.

You had met up as usual, and he’d excitedly told you how his best friend, Ron Weasley, had invited him to stay over that Sunday for the rest of the vacation.

‘Oh... you’re leaving so soon?’ you had asked, and Harry thought he had heard the slightest bit of sadness in your voice, but that couldn’t be.

You wouldn’t be sad if he left, he wasn’t even on your priority list.

Which is what he thought.

To you, Harry was that cute boy whom you could consider one of your closest (and only) friends.

So, upon hearing that piece of news, you were jealous of this Weasley person.

No, that wouldn’t be right. You thought. He’s been at that school for three years; you’ve just met him. Why would he want to stay because of you?

You had been lonely that summer, and when Harry came back, it was unusual.

When he came back from his fourth year, he was a mess.

He’d jump at the slightest things, like a cat or a stray dog, and would hyperventilate a lot.

One day, he’d had a particularly bad panic attack.

You were on your swings, as usual, when Harry started rolling around on the floor, clutching his head.

You had gotten used to this, so you crouched next to him.

‘Ssh, Harry, breathe.’ You’d soothingly whisper. ‘Focus on your breathing, take deep breaths. Yes, that’s better, isn’t it?’

Harry was more grateful to you than he could have been.

Despite you not knowing the reason his scar hurt, you didn’t poke in further.

You left it at that and helped him whenever he needed help the most.

Your heart sank when Dudley’s gang came marching.

You hurriedly propped Harry up on the swing, before sitting down yourself.

‘Come on a date with a girlfriend, have you?’ Dudley sneered at Harry, his mates laughing loudly.

Yet another surge of anger passed through Harry’s body. ‘Beat up another ten year old, Dudley?’

‘This one deserved it.’ Dudley nonchalantly replied.

‘Five against one... that’s nice.’ Harry snapped.

Dudley’s lips curled over his teeth in a snarl. ‘At least I’m not afraid of my pillow! Don’t think I don’t hear you moaning in your sleep!’

A muscle was jumping in Harry’s jaw.

‘Leave it.’ You whispered.

‘Oh, don’t kill Cedric!’ Dudley mocked. ‘Who is Cedric, your boyfriend?’

More laughter issued as you held onto Harry tighter.

‘Mum, he’s gonna kill him!’ Dudley went on. ‘Where is your mum? Where is your mum, Potter? Is she dead? Is she dead?!’

You had released Harry; however, it was not him who went up to Dudley.

‘Pathetic!’ you snarled in his face. ‘What do you think you’re playing at, joking about his mother’s death? Absolutely pathetic!’

Dudley had given you a half smile, gesturing to his friend.

One of the boys held you and slammed you against the roundabout, making you hit your head as you groaned.

Harry jumped up and pointed his wand right at Dudley.

It was at that moment, that the skies darkened, as if a storm was ahead.

In mid-summer.

You and Harry walked home, Dudley following behind.

Suddenly, you felt cold.

Not because of the lack of warmth, but because it became really, really cold.

You heard a scream as your vision darkened.

Harry choked for air as a Dementor held him in place, desperately searching for his wand.

He saw you collapse to the floor, panting heavily.

With great effort, Harry grabbed his wand and managed to croak out.

‘EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!’

A silver stag rose out of Harry’s wand tip and fought off the Dementor holding him in place, before heading to you.

The Dementor instantly dropped you, almost scowling, which it would have done if it had no face, and glided out of the alleyway.

Dudley looked sick, but Harry didn’t care.

He rushed to your side immediately.

‘Oh my god, oh my god, cloaks.’ You whispered. ‘Cold air, c-cloaks, I saw my father die... all o-over a-again and i-it was so c-cold, all over...’

Harry shushed you, smiling understandingly at your rambling, disgusted at whoever sent those stupid Dementors to harm somebody as innocent as you.

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‘So... he’s a wizard.’ You clarified, looking at the batty woman whose living room you were sprawled across.

‘And a ruddy good one at that, I mean, a corporeal Patronus at his age-’ she said.

‘Mrs. Figg.’ You interrupted. ‘He’s... he’s going to come back next summer, isn’t he?’

‘Of course, dear, whyever not?’ she looked at you as though you’d gone mad.

‘Those things... Dementors, as you said... were they trying to harm Harry?’ you tentatively asked.

‘Yes dear, sadly, yes.’ Mrs. Figg distractedly muttered. ‘Mundungus Fletcher, when I get my hands on that little squat again, I swear!’

You were trembling.

Something was after Harry, something terrible.

And you were in no power to help him.

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‘Is something the matter?’ you asked, trying hard to keep a straight face.

‘Have you ever tried macaroons; I reckon they’re brilliant.’ Harry mumbled, ignoring you.

You rolled your eyes. ‘Harry.’

Sighing, Harry looked at you. ‘Hm?’

‘What’s wrong?’ you repeated.

‘Nothing.’

Lies.

‘Harry, something is very much wrong, and you know it.’ You disapprovingly said. ‘What is it?’

Harry sighed. ‘Its just... he’s growing stronger, you know. I... I fear there might be a day where I go to Hogwarts and never come back.’

Your heart sank into your stomach.

‘Its... cmon, Harry.’ You spoke. ‘We can’t... if you think like that, then, you’re not going to fight very well, are you? I’ll have you know, I am always here for you, and I have absolutely no intentions of letting whoever kills you live in peace.’

Harry chuckled at your scathing threats.

‘I’m gonna miss you, Y/N/N.’ Harry mumbled, intertwining your fingers with his.

You sighed. ‘I’ll miss you too Harry.’

More than you can imagine.

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‘Harry Potter, open this door!’ you screamed, banging furiously, not caring it was raining and you were sopping wet.

‘Harry, I swear, I WILL BREAK THIS DOOR!’ you yelled, ripping your throat raw.

The door hesitantly opened, as a certain boy stood before you.

Choking an enormous sob, you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

Sobbing into his shoulder, you melted into his touch.

‘Ssh Y/N, ssh.’ He mumbled soothingly.

‘Harry Potter.’ You croaked. ‘You had best returned from this war ALIVE.’

‘I’ll try Y/N/N.’ Harry whispered. ‘I’ll try.’

Your sobs were growing uncontrollable, and Harry did the only thing he could think of to shut you up.

He kissed you.

Slowly and carefully, his lips took in your own, as you melted into the kiss.

Not caring about the salty tears you could taste, you gently stroked his cheek.

When you pulled apart, you sniffed. ‘Good luck, Harry.

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The rain beat down on your house heavily, as you sat near your window.

Something was wrong, you could sense it.

He’s alive... God, no, he’s alive, please.

Each thought, each dream, showed you endless ways Harry would be dying.

You hated it.

After many days of crying, a knock on your door made you jump.

‘Y/N!’

That voice.

That amazing voice.

Trembling, you opened the door, seeing a messy haired Harry standing there, tears painting his face.

‘My God.’ You gasped. ‘You’re alive. Oh, Harry!’

After yet-another hug, Harry came inside.

‘I reckon I should’ve made this more special.’ He said seriously. ‘But I can not wait any longer.’

You watched, confused, as Harry took your hands.

‘Y/N L/N, the moment you came into my life, I have felt nothing but pure happiness. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?’

You gasped, hand flying to your mouth.

Sobbing harder, you hugged him.

‘Yes.’

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #muggle #muggle reader #harry potter x muggle reader #lo #romance #angst #fluff #hp

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wassupmygays · 3 years

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so you know how tubbo immediately started crying and wailing when he took his hazmat suit off today? yeah. here have some angst

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cw// worthlessness, bad thoughts i guess. im not good at tagging warnings akhsjsks

/roleplay /dreamsmp

tubbo removed the hazmat suit and immediately fell to his knees, crying out and covering his ears. the egg is speaking to him. and it has nothing nice to say. tommy doesnt know what to. his best friend just fucking collapsed and is sobbing, clawing at his ears. so he just crouches down and puts his hands on tubbos shoulders, trying to comfort him.

tommy said that the egg was weird. that it said crude things. holy shit was that an understatement

"theyre right, you know?" the egg says. the voice isnt something tubbo could place. it shifts, almost glitching between tones. some words are dream, some quackity, some he doesnt even know. some are tommy.

"youre nothing but a pawn. a sidekick. you arent liked until you are useful. look how easliy everyone shoves you aside. remember how much youve been used. youre easily used, easily pushed over. youre a terrible president, nobody listens. quackity was more of a leader than you ever could be. you are worthless"

tubbo screams until his throat stops him, trying to block out the lies voice. he can vaguely hear someone elses voice, barley feeling his friend shaking him.

"tubbo, mate. cmon, you need to get up. bad and ant are here"

tubbo shakes his head, trying to clear his vision. "n- no" he mumbles. "i dont wanna"

tommy crouched down in front of him, grabbing his shoulders and staring him dead in the eyes. "listen, tubbo. i know its hard and the egg is shitty but we need to get out of here. these fuckers are shady. please"

tubbo only nods weakly, and tommy pulls him up and supports tubbo against his shoulder.

"hold my hand, ok? itll be alright, tubbo"

#dream smp #tubbo #tommyinnit #mcyt #clingyinnit #clingy duo

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reincarnated70sbaby · 3 years

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maritime madness

led zeppelin x reader

warnings: swearing, drug use

an: so I was sailing yesterday and I was thinking about this the entire time I might have nearly capsized the boat

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“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this” I spoke, staring out at the large blue yacht that rested on the waters of Normandy. It all started the day before, when we were all throwing around tripped out ideas in our hotel room.

“What are we gonna do tomorrow?” Jimmy asked. I sat by his side, my head resting on his bony shoulder. My dose of LSD had just kicked it, and as it was my first time it probably hit me quicker than the others. I tried to speak, but it felt like every time I moved my mouth, it felt like I would stretch my mouth out of shape, like putty.

“Let’s go explore that cathedral, the big massive one, y’know? The one with the hunchback. Maybe we could bump into him or something”

As soon as the words left Robert’s lips, our entire entourage burst out in giggles. I myself, was having hard time controlling my breathing. I had to rest my head in Jimmy’s lap, Jimmy being doubled down over me clutching his stomach.

“Percy, you dumb fucker, y-you know that’s not a real story” Jonesy informed, all his words all broken up by loud chuckles.

Roberts jaw immediately dropped open in shock, along with his eyes widening and brown trashing in confusion.

“Nah, yeah it was, the uh, the hunchman did the um, bells. Yeah, the bells”

“No he didn’t, because he never existed you nonce. It’s a fairytale from the 19th century” Jimmy piped in, adding his extensive knowledge of mythology and folklore into the conversation.

“But me ma said he existed, you’re gonna say my mum lied to me all those years?”

“Well obviously Perce, it’s just a bedtime story” Jonesy added, still chuckling to himself at Robert’s gullible nature.

“Fine then, someone else give an idea since all of mine always get ridiculed” Robert stated, crossing his arms and craning his head back against the footboard of the bed and staring at the ceiling in a huff.

“How about Père Lachaise?”

“What the actual fuck is pear la chair Pagey?” Bonzo asked, pronouncing the words all wrong in his thick Englishman accent.

“It’s Père Lachaise” Jimmy corrected in a perfect French accent, “and it’s a graveyard in Paris, loads of famous people are buried there - Oscar Wilde, Frederic Chopin, Jim Morrison, Edith Piaf”

“Jimmy you must be as mad as Morrison to think we would waste our day off in a fucking dead person museum. Jesus Christ how did we pick you up” Bonzo sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, what about Mont Saint-Michel? It’s this cool island off of the coast. There’s a bridge but once the tide comes in you can’t get in or out. Wouldn’t that be good craic eh?” Jonesy suggested

“No” Bonzo, Jimmy and Robert all said at the same time.

“Ah! You’ve been outnumbered Mr Jones haha. Maybe you and I could go out another time Jonny boy, we could go exploring and see the spirits trapped on the island” I said with a chuckle, the psychedelic in my system making this whole situation very funny.

“Jesus Christ what the fuck did she even say. That her first time on acid?” Robert asked to Jimmy.

“Must’ve been, it hit her pretty quickly” Jimmy replied, staring into my largely dilated pupils. He swore he could’ve seen something dancing in my pupils, but maybe that was just the drug in him.

We all sat in silence for a couple minutes, all of us enjoying our high.

“Innnnnnnnnnnnnnn fourteen hundred ninety two, Columbus sailed the ocean blueeee” I sang, the lyrics being the only words of a song I could think of to fill the silence. A beat of silence passed and I wondered if everybody suddenly passed out, either into sleep or another dimension.

As I started the next line, everyone else joined in with me. We eventually finished the entire song, even an encore requested by the boys. I sung the encore in a horrendous, deep operatic voice while prancing round the hotel room. A round of applause sounded, and I took my theatrical bows in front of my supportive crowd.

“That’s It! I know what we can do tomorrow. God that is a good idea!” Bonzo declared, jumping up to his feet, not before nearly tumbling backwards.

“Go on then Bonz, don’t leave us guessing mate” Jonesy suggested, breaking the dramatic silence that had ensued.

“Rent a yacht! We can go out early in the morning and stay overnight since our flight back home is in the evening anyway! All we need to do is hire a skipper or something”

We all were stoked at idea of having a private boat to ourselves. Sure, none of the boys were experienced sailors, but that’s what a professional skipper was for, driving rich people around in yachts right?

“Do we really have to do this” I said, making our way through the marina to our yacht.

“The skipper will probably dive off the boat when we get started tonight” Jonesy commented, sharing my lack of enthusiasm for the maritime adventure. “We should have ditched them and gone to Mont Saint-Michel”. I only hummed in response, dragging my overnight suitcase over the gaps in the planks of wood on the dock.

“Um yeah, about that skipper. We couldn’t exactly book one on such short notice” Cole confessed.

“What the actual fuck Cole? Are we just supposed to sail ourselves and drown? I can’t tie a knot to save my bloody life” Robert shrieked. We all stopped in our tracks and turned to the tour manager, glaring at him through our sunglasses.

“Of course not Percy, why would we do that to our cash cows hm? And this is a motorboat, no ropes involved. It’s basically like driving a car. In water. In fact, all you need to drive it is a drivers license, which I’m positive you all have judging by your expansive car choices. Forgot to mention that myself and Peter have opted out” With that note, Cole dropped the yacht keys into Bonzo’s hand and scuttled away.

We all stood there, bags in hand, confusion over our faces as we watched Cole’s figure disappear behind the hundred of other boats.

“Well shit” Jonesy said, the sourness in his voice barely hidden.

“Let’s just go check it out, we don’t even have to leave the marina if we can drive it, we’ll just park out all night” Bonzo affirmed, being unusually optimistic.

We all found the boat and as the boys started embarking aboard, I thought out loud.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this”

“Cmon darling, let’s just see what it’s like. If you hate it we’ll do something else” Jimmy compromised, outstretching his hand to me.

The boat bobbed a bit on the water as I stepped on.

“It’s not hating it I’m worried about, I was practically raised on a boat Jim, I’m just not sure 4 rockstars and a boat is a great combination”

“It’s okay we won’t go too hard, at least one of us won’t, I guess. Anyway, you were raised on a boat? Like a houseboat or something?”

“No, my dad was a skipper. Whenever he was home from trips, he would teach my and my siblings to sail. Y’know the whole nine yards, all the different knots, pulling in the ropes, steering, navigating charts. It’s just been a while since I’ve been on one and I hope I can remember everything”

“Gosh you are fabulous, my dear, I learn something new about you everyday” Jimmy said, pulling me in for a kiss. There was a loud bang of the engine, which we both jumped apart at.

“What the fuck are they at now, Christ” Jimmy sighed.

“Here, go set down our stuff in the biggest room, I’ll go see what they’re messing with”

We both parted, Jimmy heading downstairs, myself climbing onto the helm.

“Oi, Bonz, Percy, step away from the wheel until I get us out of this parking lot” I commanded. Both Robert and Bonzo looked at me funny, before slowly raising their arms and stepping away.

“And you know better?” Bonzo asked, still not sure where my bossiness came from.

“I think I do, unless you have your skipper license on hand?”

“Wait, you have a sailing license?” Robert interjected.

“I actually don’t, but I know everything you need to not drown. My father was a sailor and he taught me how to run a boat. Thank god we have a motorboat, as we might’ve been a little trouble if we have a proper sailing yacht. If we were, it wouldn’t have been as relaxing as simply steering a wheel” I answered, switching the engine on.

We warmed up the engine for a couple minutes, then casted off and finally escaped the madness of the marina. Soon were out on the French coastline. We continued sailing perpendicular to the coast, not wanting to stray too far. All the boys took turns steering, with Jonesy being the best skipper in-training out of all of them. Only once had we had anchored the boat again was the real party going to start.

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if only sailing was this easy in reality 😒

anyway I’m gonna do a spicier part 2 riiight now😎

leave any comments/ideas down below!!!!

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maggotzombie · 3 years

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LIEBE LIESE: ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪɪ - ℬ𝒶𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉 ℬ𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽

→ CHAPTERS LIST — CHAPTER VI: UNDER PRESSURE WORDS: 6,3k TW: Lots of alcohol, swearing, some fluff, family drama! A/N: Here we are! Thank you so much who stuck with me. I don’t really know why this took such a long time, but I want to gives special thank my in-house German queen, @hinagiku0 (you’re the best, I love you for still talk to me everyday), and the best beta out there, @itmejado (really, I can’t thank you enough for making my stories even better!). So here it is a very long chapter to compensate lol HEADS UP: German dialogue is marked with “[ ]”.

‘I WONDER what Henry’s up to’, the woman thinks.

She frowns. Having just come home from work, Liese is exhausted. But she doesn't feel like being alone tonight.

The first person she thinks of is him and she’s even more surprised by the fact that she misses him!

‘So much for getting my hopes up, huh?’, she scoffs, searching for her phone.

She smiles and lets him know that she’s going to get ready.

After a quick shower, she puts on warm clothes and makeup. The simple pin-up look goes well with the color of her hair and Liese realizes it’s been a long time since last she wore red lipstick.

To get there faster, Liese calls an Uber and, oh how she regrets it. It’s chillier than usual tonight and sitting in the cold Tube is nightmare-inducing. However, having the Uber driver hitting on her all the way is also not the best...

Liese clearly isn’t keen on a conversation but he insists on it. To make things even worse, it’s Friday night and there’s traffic. So the doctor practically leaps from the car when the man parks in front of the pub.

The Builders Arms is a big pub but it’s packed. Well, again, it’s a Friday night, and it looks like there’s a match of some sort going on.

Running her eyes through the crowd, Liese quickly spots Henry’s broad shoulders and begins making her way towards him. His back is turned away from the entrance so he doesn’t see her but his friends sure do.

The three men staring at her don’t tear their eyes away as she approaches the small group. However, they seem disappointed, but not surprised, when the doctor goes straight towards Henry, resting a hand on the actor’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey,” She greets, a warm smile spreading across her lips.

He turns around to look at her. “Hey you,” Henry wraps an arm around her waist as she gives a friendly kiss on his cheek, leaving a faint mark of lipstick on it.

“Sorry, it took me so long to get here,” The woman starts, backing up to look at his face. Then, she reaches out to rub off the red imprint of her lips from his skin. “The traffic was awful tonight.”

“It’s okay. You’re ravishing,” Henry says and she smiles but, before she could say anything, one of his friends clears their throat. “Oh, sorry, let me introduce you to my mates. This is Mark, Juan, Roger, James, and my brother, Simon,” She shakes hands with each man he introduces, smiling. “This is Liese.”

“Nice to meet you guys,” Liese says.

“You, too,” Roger says. “You’re really pretty,” He adds and he would give Henry a pat in the back if he wasn’t across from him at the table.

It doesn’t stop the man from shooting him a glare. “Thanks,” She chuckles.

“Please, have a seat,” Simon says from beside his brother and Henry pulls the chair for her. “Heard a great deal about you lately,” He then says and Liese smiles at him.

“All lies,” She says, making them chuckle. “I’m as bad as they come.”

Although she feigned normalcy when greeting him, it didn’t go unnoticed that Henry just introduced her to his brother, a part of his family – and, of course, a bunch of friends. They’d known each other for less than a month; it was a huge deal.

The woman makes a mental note to kill Henry later.

“What will the lady have?” Mark asks and they look at him. “Wine?” He suggests.

She almost snorts for two reasons: his suggestion and what he called her. But, hey, she must be nice.

“Wine is for priests, love,” Liese jokes with a smirk. “I’ll have a pint, thank you very much – Oh, and the menu, please. I’m starving.”

Henry chuckles at his friends’ reaction and signals to the bartender. “Alright,” Mark nods. “I like you already,” He decides and she winks at him playfully.

“It’s the match over already?” The woman asks, trying to make conversation.

“No,” Juan replies. “Halftime,” He explains.

“Oh,” She says.

Her pint is placed in front of her alongside the menu. She orders a burger with French fries and mozzarella sticks. When the waiter leaves, she can finally take a drink.

“Hm, rugby. Of course,” Liese says to herself as she looks up at the flat screen everybody has their eyes locked on.

“Not a fan?” Simon asks, leaning on his elbows to look at her.

“I don’t know much about it, to be honest,” She replies, mirroring his position.

All the eyes snap in her direction. “Are you serious?” Henry asks in disbelief.

“No. I’m a football kinda woman, you know that,” The woman shrugs and he chuckles.

“That’s true,” He nods.

“Where are you from, Liese?” James asks and she looks at him before glancing back at Henry.

“I really don’t look British, do I?” She narrows her eyes.

The man laughs. “No, you don’t,” He shakes his head.

“Well,” Liese looks back at his friend. “I was born and raised in Hampstead but my family is from the Land of Poets and Thinkers…” She replies humorously.

Everybody chuckles, except Juan. “Which is?” He asks.

The woman looks at him in disbelief. “Deutschland!”

“Germany,” Some of the guys say at the same time as her.

“Oh,” He nods. “That doesn’t make sense,” Juan shakes his head.

“Cmon!” Liese throws her hands in the air in frustration. “I’ll give you some names: Nietzsche, Marx, Adorno, Horkheimer, Kant, Goethe, Beethoven, Bach, freaking Einstein, even the Grimm Brothers,” She ticks each name on her fingers.

They laugh and Henry rests his arm on the backrest of her seat. “Okay,” Juan nods, fairly convinced.

“I could go on,” The woman says. “And that’s just the ones on the top of my head.”

He shakes his head. “You’ve made your point.”

She nods, sipping on her drink and leaning back on her chair. Henry’s hand squeezes her shoulder fondly.

“Do you still live in Hampstead?” Simon asks.

“Nope. I’m on the other side of the river, at Brixton,” She replies and they start to boo her.

“Ah, you’re from the south,” James makes a disgusted face.

“Yeah, I know,” The woman shrugs off. “I did grow up on this side of the river, though!” She points out. “But the south it’s not that bad, guys,” Another round of boos. “Plus, it’s closer to work,” She adds.

“Now, don’t try to defend your side, South,” Mark mocks, taking a sip of his beer.

Liese chuckles. “Where do you work?” Roger asks and she looks at him.

“At St. Thomas’ Hospital,” She replies.

“Are you a doctor or a nurse?” James inquiries. “Or neither?”

“Doctor. A&E and pediatrician,” Liese explains.

“It means she’s smart,” Henry brags, sipping his beer and resting back on his chair.

“Yeah. I think we got it from the list of poets and thinkers,” Juan mocks.

She winks at him playfully. “You got it, baby,” Liese smiles.

“So, I got a question,” Mark starts and she nods for him to proceed. “Why the silver hair? I don’t see many doctors looking this cool.”

“I lost a bet to my younger brother,” The doctor replies. “A football bet,” She adds and they seem incredulous.

“Seriously?” James asks.

The woman shrugs. “Yeah. It’s just a thing we do.”

Their conversation dies when the second period of the match starts and the male attention drifts back to the TV. Although rugby is not Liese’s cup of tea, her eyes are fixed on the flat screen as well. She doesn’t know the rules and there’s a lot of tackling going on but she doesn’t mind. This is way better than being alone at home.

“Bärchen!” The shout from not so far is enough to make Liese sigh.

“I’m sorry,” She whispers to Henry, who’s heavily engrossed in the match.

“Huh?” He glances at her with a frown and she shakes her head slightly.

Roger grimaces at the shirtless man coming their way as Liese simply waits for her brother to get to her.

“Drunk guy alert,” He says and the woman rolls her eyes.

“[I knew it was you, Bärchen!]” Her brother says with a huge smile, standing beside the woman.

Her jaw almost drops to the floor when she looks up at him to find the man shirtless, displaying his tattoo collection on the rippled muscles for everyone to see.

“What the fuck?” She asks in disbelief. “[Why are you shirtless, asshole?]” Liese stands up.

He quickly wraps his arms around her and she groans without patience. She’s very aware of multiple sets of eyes staring at them but mostly the stench of alcohol coming from her brother.

“[Alright, let go of me],” She taps his back.

“[I’ve missed you],” He pulls away.

“[You literally dropped me off at work this morning],” She points out, spotting their friends over his shoulder at a table in the far back.

“Mate, you can’t stay here shirtless,” A worker says, looking at her brother.

“I’m taking care of it,” The woman reassures before turning to her table. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” She says before pushing her brother away.

“Who’s that?” James asks as they watch the woman escorting the shirtless tattooed man away.

“No idea,” Henry replies, trying not to feel as jealous as he already is.

His eyes linger on Liese from across the bar as she greets other men, scolding at a particular one and her brother, who’s pulling a shirt over his head.

The looks she received from men and even a few women on the way to the other table doesn’t go unnoticed. In fact, there are a few men still staring at the silver-haired woman and Henry suddenly feels the need to establish territory, which is incredibly stupid of him, but a basic instinct.

“[Weren’t you supposed to be babysitting tonight?]” She asks her brother, hands on her hips.

He shakes his head. “[Who are you here with?]” He asks, looking back at Henry’s table.

“[Do not deflect, Otto],” Liese says.

“[Is the guy you’re hooking up with?]” He continues and Henry glances back at them quickly.

“Otto…” She warns.

The man narrows his eyes. “[Hold on. Are you fucking Superman?]” He looks back at his sister with a smirk and she punches his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. Their friends laugh. “Goddamn, woman,” Otto hisses, rubbing the spot.

Liese sighs, looking back at her table. “Come on,” She says, starting to move away. “Don’t embarrass me,” The woman adds quickly.

“When do I ever embarrass you?” He asks, following after her, his German accent very thick as if he was in Germany all his life.

The woman glares back at him. “How about a few minutes ago when you’re half-naked in front of everyone? Or just now, asking if I’m fucking Superman,” She asks ironically.

Otto nods. “Got it,” He says, and for the first time tonight, he takes a proper look at his sister. “You’re very pretty tonight.”

The compliment is delivered just as they stop at Henry’s table and all the attention is back on them.

“Thank you,” She replies before addressing the other men. “Gentlemen, this is my brother, Otto...” The woman starts. “Otto, this is Henry, his brother, Simon, and his mates, Juan, Mark, James, and Roger,” She introduces them.

“Nice to meet you,” Her brother says, shaking their hands as Liese sits back down, shooting an apologetic look to Henry.

Brad looks at Otto with a funny expression. “You have an accent,” He points out.

He snorts. “You too, mate.”

“No. I mean, your sister doesn’t have one,” Brad clarifies.

“That’s because you’ve never pissed her off,” Her brother chuckles and Liese simply takes a sip of her beer, refraining from commenting on it. “Hey, is it cool if my mates and I sit here with you guys?”

For some reason, everybody looks at Henry as if it’s his decision.

“Yeah. Sure, mate,” The actor nods.

“Sweet,” Otto turns around and his sister quickly looks up at him.

“Don’t –,” She’s cut off by his loud whistle, exactly what she was trying to stop. “[Dear Lord],” She murmurs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Henry’s soothing touch is what eases out the stress a bit and she smiles at him.

Otto motions for his friends to come over and they quickly abandon their table. He takes a seat next to Liese and she shoots him a murderous look to which he simply grins. The blonde man introduces Nick, Josh, Pete, and John when they arrive.

Thanks to the still-ongoing rugby match, they simply sit and start to pay attention to it. Liese knows her brother is not interested at all in the match, just like her, but he pretends to watch it just so he can avoid her confronting him.

The woman’s stomach grumbles when a waitress brings her food and she sighs happily, picking up the heavy burger. She’s aware of Otto’s eyes at her food and she doesn’t even take the first bite before he asks for one.

“This looks good,” He points out, looking at it suggestively.

She glares at him but gives him the burger anyway. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Liese asks, looking at the size of his bite when he gives her the burger back. He shrugs off. “You’re unbelievable.”

She takes a bite and Otto takes the burger again, giving it back without another huge chunk missing. Liese literally has two bites of her burger before she gives up and lets her brother have it. Ignoring her craving for the oily meat, she tries to satisfy herself with the French fries and mozzarella sticks.

A hand reaches out for her fries and she slaps it away. “Don’t you dare,” The woman seethes.

Her brother chuckles. “Want another one?” Henry gently asks.

Her mood shifts like a bipolar person and Liese smile, looking up at him. “No, it’s fine.”

“You sure?” He raises an eyebrow and she nods.

“Thanks, though,” She says.

“[That’s disgusting],” Otto murmurs from her side, mouthful.

Liese rolls her eyes before looking back at him. “[Dude, if you don’t shut up, I’ll make sure you don’t have kids ever again],” She threatens.

Her brother chuckles. “[You’re so whipped],” He keeps teasing. “[But he looks whipped, too],” Otto adds.

“Shut up, Otto,” The woman groans, too tired to deal with his bullshit.

“I’m serious,” He insists.

Something happens at the rugby match because everybody cheers and Otto stops teasing his sister, trying to understand what happened. While they watch the game, the men at the table express several emotions with curse words in each sentence.

Liese finds it amusing because they were trying to be very polite and gentlemen with her earlier, avoiding any kind of dirty word or term to not offend her. Now, they’re simply being themselves, without caring about anything. Or they simply forgot about her.

Even Henry, who doesn’t cuss a lot outside the bedroom, has expressed quite a few unpleasant words towards the referee out of discontentment.

It’s completely alright, though. The woman is probably the same or even worse when it’s a football match. As of now, she sips her beer while watching them have some fun.

“FUCK YEAH!” Roger shouts after the referee ended the game, guaranteeing England’s win.

The whole bar cheers and the man looks back, finding Liese’s eyes on him, an amused smirk on her lips. She snuggled closer to Henry during the game and now she’s pressed to his side. Her right foot is propped on her chair and she’s resting a hand on the actor’s thigh, while he has his arm draped over the back of her chair.

Experience taught him to be discreet with relationships, but Liese isn’t giving a single fuck. They were in the Daily Mail last month.

The doctor raises an eyebrow at Roger’s sour expression. “What?” She asks.

“Sorry,” He says meekly.

“What for?” Liese frowns.

“I think I got carried away with the match and forgot about the lady at the table,” The man explains.

She chuckles while Otto and their friends laugh loudly. Roger seems very confused with the reaction to his apology and the other men stare at them with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

“Who’s this lady and when is she coming back?” Otto howls.

“You guys don’t know Lis. This woman is crazy,” Nick says, shaking his head.

“I just met them, idiot!” Liese rolls her eyes.

“Are you trying to impress someone, Bärchen?” Josh asks with a grin.

“Nein,” The woman shakes her head slightly, drinking her beer. “But it looks like I’m about to,” She points out.

“Well, let me tell you a few things about the… lady,” Her brother’s best friend starts.

For the next few minutes, the guys rave on and on about the woman, somehow trying to point out how she’s not a lady.

Henry shifts on his seat. Jealousy is the feeling of the moment. He’s not very fond of four unknown men talking about the woman he’s with, saying things he doesn’t know about her. The simple fact that they know her for longer is unnerving.

“It’s not because she’s my sister, but Lis is like… The baddest bitch I know,” Otto says and I look at him with an amused expression on my face. “I’d take her to every college party I went to.”

“Weren’t you ashamed of bringing your big sister to a party?” Simon asks.

He shakes his head. “The opposite, actually. I wouldn’t beg her to come because she always said yes from the start, but Bärchen was, and still is, the first person I’d call,” Her brother explains.

“Hadn’t you graduated by the time he got into college?” Henry asks the woman.

“Ideally,” Liese nods. “But med school takes forever sometimes. I was starting residency when Otto got into college so, technically, I still was a student,” She says. “And I’d always say yes because med students are fucking boring and never have some fun.”

“Anyway. We’d party so much. Bärchen would drink the same amount of us if not more,” He continues. “In the next morning, she was the one taking care of five or six dudes, I included, in the ER. Hooking us to IV bags or pumping stomachs, as if she had a perfect night of sleep instead of partying with us,” Otto shakes his head, looking at his sister with admiration.

She chuckles. “Alright. You guys are being too nice,” She says. “What do you want?”

“Nothing,” John dismisses quickly.

Liese tilts her head and raises an eyebrow, staring at them. “Well, if you’d be so kind as to check out a few bikes for us…” Nick suggests nonchalantly.

Josh scolds him and Pete nudges his arm in a scolding manner as the woman laughs. “See? I knew it!” She grins. “I’ll take a look at my schedule and let you know.”

Her brother nods. “How many siblings do you have?” Roger asks.

“We’re five. Four men and her,” Otto replies.

“So you’re daddy’s little girl,” Juan says.

Some men cringe at that, Henry included, but some laugh, and Liese can’t help but chuckle along. “Please, don’t say that,” Simon says.

“Yes. Dad sometimes pampers me as the only daughter,” Liese replies. “But I know better than waiting for a special treatment being one out of five.”

“Pampers?” Otto asks with sarcasm. “You’re downright spoiled rotten by dad, Bärchen.”

“Am not,” She counters and her brother gives her a pointed look.

“The man nearly died when you moved out and, to refresh your memory, he’d call you multiple times a day or randomly show up at your apartment,” He says.

She tilts her head in thought and slowly nods. “Okay. I might be somewhat spoiled,” The woman agrees. “I’ve just realized he stopped showing up since I moved,” She points out.

“Maybe he doesn’t have a key,” Her brother suggests. “At least he won’t give him a heart attack,” He nods his head towards Henry.

“[Dad doesn’t know about him],” She says in German so only Otto could understand but Josh did too.

“Huh?” The actor asks with a frown.

Otto looks at him and smirks before taking a sip of his beer.

I chuckle before starting to answer. “Since I moved out of my parents, dad would randomly show up at my apartment. Usually in the mornings. He wanted to check if I was okay and would make me breakfast.”

“Spoiled,” Her brother says under his breath and rolls his eyes, earning a slap on his arm.

“He had a spare key, so he’d let himself in,” Liese paused. “He wasn’t happy when I started having guys over…” She trails off and a collective “ooh” feels the table. “Then I lectured him about privacy and boundaries.”

“Did that work?” Simon asks.

“No,” The guys laugh. “But he found out he enjoyed the element of surprise.”

“And being a total creep,” Her brother adds.

“Instead of waking me up, and my company, with a scare, he would sit in the corner of the room or at the end of the bed and watch us sleep,” The guys cringe. “I’ve got used to it pretty quickly but my dad is a big, burly, German guy so it was funny to watch grownup men nearly having a heart attack at the sight of him.”

“How many guys came back?” Brad asks.

“Three,” The woman replies.

“And you guys?” Roger asks Otto.

“Ah, now that’s fun,” He smirks, standing up. “I’m gonna take a piss,” He announces.

A few guys look at Liese. “It’s okay. I’m not offended by that. We’re already established that I’m not a lady. I grew up around men and I’m always around you bunch,” She clarifies.

Her brother says something in German that makes Liese’s jaw drop and Josh laugh loudly. Otto has a massive grin on his face and flinches away from the woman when she reaches out to grab him, nearly stumbling on his own feet. Then, she proceeds to profess multiple curse words at him.

Her angry gaze turns to the man still laughing at the table. “[What do you know about that?]” She asks him, not bothering to switch back to English.

“Bärchen…” Josh gives her a knowing look. “What do you think?”

“[Did that asshole tell you?]” Liese points at Otto, who’s watching from afar.

“No,” The man shakes his head, not giving too much so the others wouldn’t have a clue about what they’re talking about and it’s working.

It’s pissing Henry off.

“[If I ever hear you thinking about it, I’ll kill you],” She threatens.

“Hey. I didn’t bring it up!” Josh defends himself.

“What’s the matter, Bärchen?” Otto smirks from a safe distance.

“Fuck you,” The woman seethes at him.

Eyebrows shot up at her words. “Oh, he’s dead,” Nick shakes his head.

“You can speak German?” Roger asks Josh curiously, after watching the exchange before him and Liese.

“Nein,” The man replies humorously. “Their four-year-old niece speaks better than I do, but I can understand them.”

“Spit it out, Josh,” Liese demands after her brother disappears inside the bathroom.

He was in the middle of drinking from his beer. Instead of swallowing, he inhales and the shit is done. Josh chokes on the beer and spits it at the table, starting a coughing fit.

The woman grimaces. “Not literally, idiot,” She says, throwing a napkin at him. “What happened?” Her tone changes from angry to worried.

“What’s going on?” Henry asks, frowning.

“I don’t know,” Josh starts and coughs a few more times. “He said he couldn’t come tonight and he was all excited, saying he’d get Bobby…”

“Two hours later he showed up, smelling like a bottle of whiskey, and nearly punched me when I asked about Bobby,” John goes on.

Liese groans, covering her face with her hands. “Not this shit again,” She mumbles to herself. “Thank God I have white hair ‘cause this is draining my life force!”

“But he’s not drinking anymore,” Nick points out. “He’s been nursing this pint since he spotted you and that’s warm by now.”

Liese nods along, realizing it now. The pint is full.

“Who’s Bobby?” Henry asks and the woman looks over at him.

When she opens her mouth to explain, Otto appears in the corner of her eye. “I’ll explain it later,” She says. “Not a word about it,” She glares at the others.

“Hi! Can I have a towel?” Josh asks the waiter. “I made a mess, I’m so sorry,” He grimaces apologetically.

Her brother refuses to sit next to her again, knowing he’d suffer for his comment earlier. So he switches seats with Nick. The poor waitress manages to clean Josh’s mess and blushes profusely at his sexy smirk.

“Dude, don’t you have a movie or something coming out anytime soon?” John asks Henry, finally bringing the inevitable Hollywood topic to their conversation.

Henry thinks for a bit. “Yeah, yeah. Mission Impossible is coming out shortly,” He nods.

“Finally,” Simon adds.

The actor chuckles at the comment. “Yeah, finally,” He agrees.

“Oh, shit. I’ve seen the trailer for it! It looks so amazing, mate! When can we watch it?” Josh pipes in, excited.

“Thanks, mate. Uh, I know for sure that the world premiere is gonna be in Paris, 12th of July, to be exact,” He says.

‘That’s close’, Liese thinks to herself.

“But I’m pretty sure there’s a premiere here too, I just don’t know the date. The promotion for this film is gonna be massive,” Henry finishes.

“When are you leaving for it?” His brother inquires.

“Officially, in a couple of weeks,” He replies.

‘Wow’, the woman is impressed by the information she’s hearing for the first time in forever.

“But I have meetings with Dany and there’s a couple of events that I have to go before it, so I’m flying to America next week and just gonna go from there.”

Liese sees the glances she gets from her brother and Josh from the corner of her eye. She simply licks her lips and takes a sip of her pint, acting as if she always knew about everything Henry said.

She can’t help but feel like an idiot that has been strung along all this time. Sure, they’ve never put a label on their relationship but he obviously has been keeping that information for a long time and now the actor slapped an expiration date on whatever they have going on.

However, the woman doesn’t let this affect her night. Everybody drinks and talks with a chill atmosphere around them, but Liese can’t ignore the other pressing issue: Otto’s family drama. She wonders how much longer her brother is gonna play pretend.

So she asks it. “[Otto, for how long are you going to pretend everything is fine?]” The woman bluntly asks.

Even though he’s now sitting across from the table, everybody understands it’s a private conversation since they switch to German.

His whole demeanor changes. “[If we pretend there isn’t a problem, it’ll disappear, right?]” He says sarcastically.

“[Sure. You can also stare at the bottom of a whiskey bottle for the rest of your life but that’s alcoholism],” She replies in the same tone.

Otto sighs and brings his hands to his face, pressing on his closed eyelids. Josh tries not to pay attention to their conversation but he’s equally worried and also curious to know what’s going on.

“[Iris is acting up again, like the fucking maniac she is],” Her brother confesses.

“[Yeah, we already established that you have the worst taste for women],” Liese points out. “[What’s she bitching about now?]”

“[She doesn’t want to allow my daughter to spend time with her fucking father because I date ‘whores and I don’t want my child around this kind of people’,]” He makes air quotes.

Just talking about it angers Otto. His blood boils at the stupidity his former-hookup pulls to make his life a living hell.

He rolls his eyes and his nostrils flare. Suddenly, he feels too sober to deal with it without exploding, so he gulps at his pint, regretting it immediately as the beverage has warmed up to room temperature.

His sister, on the other hand, laughs. But it drips with sarcasm.

“[What a fucking hypocrite],” She shakes her head at it.

“[Tell me about it],” Otto murmurs, searching the waitress with his eyes. “Hey! Could you bring another one to me, please?” He asks in English. “And an Irish Car Bombs,” He orders.

Eyes turn to him at his specific request and Liese shakes her head slightly at Josh.

“Make it two Irish shots,” The woman pipes in and she notices Henry’s glance at her.

“One pint, two Irish Car Bombs,” She repeats to make sure.

“You got it, sweetheart,” Otto nods.

The waitress nods and quickly walks away, blushing. Josh elbows the German guy and gives him a dirty look, making Otto shrug off.

“[What are you going to do?]” Liese brings back the pressing issue.

“[I don’t fucking know!]” Her brother seems desperate. “[I can’t reason with that bitch because she’s beyond it but I want and need to see my daughter as I have the right to].”

“[You can serve her],” She suggests and Otto visibly stiffens at her words. “[Just like she served you for child support that you were already paying],” She points out.

“[Uh, I don’t know about that],” The man hesitates. “[This seems too much. I want to keep my relationship with Iris amicable].”

Liese stares at him like he’s demented. “[Amicable? What’s fucking amicable in that relationship, Otto? She’s literally forbidding you to see your own daughter!]”

“[Still won’t do it. That’s the deep end],” Her brother shakes his head.

Before the woman could say anything else, the waitress came back with their drinks. She quickly set the full glasses on the table before walking away with another blush, now caused by Josh’s wink.

“Stop that,” Liese says to him.

“What?” He asks.

“She’s working. She doesn’t need another man-whore making her night harder.”

“But I’m not doing anything,” Josh complains, smirking.

The woman gives him a dirty look, taking the shot glass. “Bet?” Otto suggests and her eyes turn to him.

“You sure?” A smile starts to creep on her face. “I’m shit at football bets but this,” She makes a face. “This is my shit. To this day, you’ve never managed to beat me,” She points out.

“Yet,” Her brother corrects her. “Tonight is gonna be different,” They clink their shots.

“I don’t know about that,” She tilts her head slightly, tapping the glass on the tabletop as Otto mimics her movements.

Quickly, money piles up in front of John. “Anyone want to bet on my mate Otto to boost up his confidence?” The man asks and Liese throws her head back in laughter.

“You all suck,” Otto scowls at their friends.

Nick explains what they’re betting on and most of Henry’s friends don't believe that the woman can chug down the drink faster than her brother, the actor included. In the end, they’ve gathered two-hundred pounds in total.

“I get a share of this, right?” Liese points to the cash.

“Of course,” Josh winks at her and raises his fist for her to bump.

“There’s no way you can beat him,” Simon interjects, shaking his head in disbelief. “He’s twice your size,” He points out as if it’s a valid point.

She chuckles. “Watch me,” The woman says, picking up her shot glass again. “There’s still time to give up,” She raises an eyebrow at her brother.

“Just do it,” Otto shakes his head.

“Alright. Don’t cheat, you little shit,” She says.

They clink their drinks and tap them on the table again, before eyeing John to do the countdown. After dropping the shot inside the Guinness pint, it’s game. Both of them rush to bring the glass to their lips and chug the drink down faster than the other as the people around cheer.

As announced, the woman beats her brother easily and she puts her glass down with a small smile, licking the foam from her red lips. Their friends celebrate along with James and Juan, who also betted on Liese, as the others look at her in shock.

“I want to marry you so badly right now,” Mark says to Liese.

She chuckles and Otto gives him a dirty look. “With the little faith that you put in me, I don’t think so.”

At the mention of a wedding, some of the guys realized they have wives at home and called it a night. Their table collectively decides to ask for the check to leave.

Josh suddenly disappears as they make their way to the door and Henry gets stopped to take photos with fans. While he does his thing, Liese waits for him, who stays behind with his brother, at the entrance of the bar.

The sound of her laugh makes the actor glance at her and there she is, with the most genuine smile on her face, looking at his friends while sandwiched between Nick and Pete. Her sparkling eyes look up at Nick as he says something and her form shakes with another laugh, her head resting back on Pete’s shoulder.

“Henry, can I take one, too? I’m a big fan!” The female voice makes him look back.

He smiles, momentarily ignoring the scene outside. “Sure.”

Then, he quickly excuses himself and joins the group with Simon. “Oh, no,” Liese says as Mark finishes his story.

“Yeah,” He nods, his lips in a thin line. “But everything is fine now,” He smiles again.

“Well, I’m so sorry about that,” She adds. “You can let me go now - thank you,” She says to Nick and Pete quickly and untangle themselves from her. “There’s a bunch of assholes still in practice. The good ones are rarely seeing patients. Usually, they start to teach. But, in the name of good professionals, I apologize,” The woman continues.

Mark chuckles. “Don’t sweat,” He shakes his head slightly.

“Well, I should go,” Brad starts.

The goodbyes start. Henry’s friend says Liese is great and she says the same to them. They also bid their goodbyes to the woman’s friends.

“There’s one of you missing,” Juan points out.

Pete looks around. “Where the fuck is Josh?”

Liese scoffs. “Where do you think? He’s either coming back with the waitress or her number,” She says after hugging Roger.

They chuckle but agree with her. “Lis, I can drop you off,” John offers as the designated driver for the night.

Her petty self nearly gets the best of her, but she thinks before replying: “It’s fine, John. Thank you, though.”

The man nods and then Liese starts to bid goodbye to them. When Otto opens his arms to hug his sister, she clutches a fistful of his hair. The man hisses in pain as she pulls his head down to her height but he chuckles when she whispers a threat in his ear. She hasn’t forgotten about what he said earlier before sitting across from her to not get punched.

Well, it doesn’t work.

Suddenly, Josh materializes himself as if he was with the group the whole time. Liese turns to him and scowls, in a big sister mode.

“What?” He asks.

“Do not fuck the girl,” She chides.

There it is: his lips pull in a huge grin. “I won’t,” He starts. “Not tonight, at least. But I got her number,” He confesses.

Liese rolls her eyes as the men roar in laughter at her right guess and swat his arm. Either way, she pulls him for goodbye and he plays a chaste kiss on her cheek. For Henry, his lips lingered way too long on his girl.

Everybody parts way and Liese is left alone with Henry and Simon. She hugs his brother and tells him how happy she is for meeting him. He reciprocates all the compliments, adding a few of his own, before getting into an Uber.

“Did you drive here?” The woman looks at him, after what seems like a long time.

“No, I walked,” He replies. “We could get an Uber too,” Henry suggests.

“I’d prefer to walk if you don’t mind,” She tilts her head slightly.

The man nods, motioning her to go ahead. “By all means,” He says and they walk side by side, however, without touching.

After a while, when they’re away from the crowded bar, she sighs with a content smile on her face. “Thank you for letting me come,” Liese says, honestly, looking at him. “I didn’t want to spend the night alone.”

“Of course,” He nods again. “You okay,” He adds as notices her petite form shivering slightly.

She shakes her head, dismissively. “Just a little cold,” The woman replies, looking straight ahead. She halts when Henry’s buff body blocks her way and looks up at him with a frown. “Wha-?”

Liese is cut off by the man pulling his beanie off and carefully puts it on her head. Her heart flutters and she smiles at his focused frown as he adjusts the hat.

“There you go,” Henry says with a nod.

She stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips against his before he could blink again. He becomes stiff from the sudden move but relaxes when she giggles.

“You’re something else,” She whispers against his lips.

Henry smiles and wraps his arm around her to keep her warm before they resume the walk.

* * *

— CHAPTER VIII (COMING SOON)

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lifes-better-on-saturn · 4 years

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Make up or Break up

Summary: Ransom can't seem to settle down for you and your over the back and forth so you try to leave but he wont let you get away so easy. Is this the end or the beginning? Warning: Angst, Swearing, Aurguing, Smut Ransom being a bit of a Hoe teehee. Again not very well edited. Hope you enjoy xx ------------------------ "Hugh Ransom Fucking Drysdale, are you insane?!" You shouted as he took a swig of his beer. Rolling his eyes he pulled off his coat and scarf throwing it over a chair. "I leave for two fucking days and you your mates throw a party for a bunch of cheaps whores. No doubt you fucked one of them! Jesus christ! Is this what I get for putting up with your shit?" Your hands ran through you hair, pulling as you paced back and forth. "Do you ever think?" You questioned and he moved to the living room. You followed him only to watch him plop himself down unceremonisously on the sofa turning on the T.V, trying to drown your voice out. "Can you stop nagging for once? Just fucking chill" He asked sarcastically giving you that look. "You know what. Fuck. You. Just. Fuck you." You breathed out before storming up the stairs towards you shared bedroom. He rolled his eyes until he heard the loud sob and the sound of things being thrown to the ground. His eyes widened as he jumped off the couch running up the stairs to catch you hastily and aggresively throwing your clothes into the suit case you had soon to unpack. Coat hangers and shoes laid all over the ground. "Wha-What are you doing." He started to pick up random items thrown carelessly on the ground. He threw them towards the closet. You sniffed and wiped your nose with the back of your nose and sobs racked your body. "I cant do this anymore Ransom. Your a self-absorbed son of a bitch who doesnt deserve all the shit I've done for you! I can't be with you anymore." You sobbed as you turned back to your clothes in the closet, you pulled them off the hangers, refusing to look at the man standing frozen in the door way. "No, no, no, no, no. You can't leave! What the fuck?!" Finally snapping out of his daze he rushed over to where you were and started pulling your clothes from the case throwing them on the bed beside him. "Stop." You spoke darkly picking up the newly discarded clothes and shiving them rouchly back in. You falt as if you were going in a circle. When you put something back in he pulled it out again. "Ransom, your being childish." Your voice shook as you paused with your hands inside the case so he wouldnt pull and more out. "I'm being childish? Whos the one threating to run off?" He asked incrediously. Scoffing, you continued to shove your shoes in. Zipping it up you moved over your vanity packing you make up into a bag. "Fuck, baby. I'm sorry. I didnt mean that. But jesus fuck you can't leave me! You mine!" He slammed his fist on the wood next to you. Stopping for a moment you let out a shaky breathe before continuing. "I'm no ones fucking property Ransom. And im certainly not yours. I cant keep living with you knowing you'll never truly be satisfied with me, or anything in your life. God your so selfish. I can;t live knowing everytime i leave your probably out with some skinny, model looking bitch!" You screamed, all the frustration that hasd built up in the last 15 minutes pouring out of you. "Why can't you trust me!?" He yelled back. You scoffed and smiled bitterly. "Give me one good fucking reason to! Every time i leave you alone, i see pictures of you with your arm around some bitches shoulders. Videos of you stumbling from strip clubs. Jesus christ Ransom, GIVE ME ONE GOOD FUCKING REASON TO TRUST YOU!" You sobbed as you picked up a picture fram of you and him at your cousins wedding a while back. Without thinking you piffed it at him, luckily in your tear stained vision your aim was thrown off and it flew straight over his head. "Look if you would just list-" He tried to reason. "NO. I'm sick of your lies and excuses. I'm done listening to your bullshit Ransom. Get it. Done!" You cried before moving back to the suitcase shoving your make up bag into it and pulling it off the bed. "hey. No, your not leaving me. are you listening to me?" Soon enough he ripped the handle from your grasp, grabbing ahold of your wrist and pushed you up against the wall. His now red eyes stared back at you, into your bloodshot and mascara smudged one. You tried yo look away but one strong hand attatched itself to your jaw and made you look him in the eyes. "You can't leave me! Okay?!" His voice softened as his eyes searched yours. "Please. I need you." You rolled your eyes and jerked your face away from his hand. "No you don't. You can have any whore you want, you. Dont. Need. Me. Just like i don't need you." Your words came out harsh and aggresive. You watched as he flinched slightly at your words, but quickly snapped himself out of it as he ducked his head towards you neck, placing light, open mouthed kisses along it. "Let me show you how much i need you, please." You rolled your eyes but let yourself give in. A little make up/ break up sex wouldn't hurt. As much as you didn't want to you let yourself induldge in what could possibly be your last night of pleasure with Ransom. Your lips parted as he started to suck marks into you collarbone. Yanking yourself from his grip you pushed him back towards the bed. "You better make it up to me good, or i so help me god." You growled as you crawled onto the bed to straddle him. His hands quickly flew to your waist and pulled you down towards him to press his lips roughly agaisnt yours. His hands roamed your body affectionately. "You know i will baby. I'll fuck you so good you'll never wanna leave." he growled as he flipped your bodies over, his brooding frame now towering over your significantly smaller one. His lips attatched themselves the supple flesh of your neck, he sucked and licked trying to create marks. You let out a breathy moan and the feeling. Your hands slithered there way up his clothed back into his hair, your finger wrapping around the gelled back tufts. His hands made their way under your shirt lifting it over your head before placing soft kisses on your now exposed skin. As his lips decended towards your covered breasts his hands pulled the cups down so the fleshy globes spilled out. His lips immediately connected to them as he licked and sucked your hard nipples. His hands trailed behind you hastily undoing your bra clip and pulling roughly from your body only to continue to suckle on your nipples like a starving child. You hands soon found their way up his sweater and onto his tan skin. Your nails trailed their way up the expanse of his sloly pulled his shirt up as a signal for him to take it off. He quickly ripped it off so you could go back to raking your manicured nails down the toned skin of his back. His kisses their way down your body until he reached your jeans. Fumbling with them his yanked them down your legs your underwear going with them. An almost animalistic growl escaped his mouth as he gazed at your wet center. "God baby, so wet for me." He swiped a finger through the wetness bringing it to his lips sucking the wetness off. He then clamped his lips around your clit roughly sucking all while keeping his eyes on yours. You threw your head back in pleasure, moans and groans spilled past your lips until a large hand reached up and gripped your chin forcing you to look down at him. "Keep your eyes on me baby." HE whispered before immediately going back to work. His tongue lashed and licked expertly through your slit, the hand that was cupping your jaw came down to rub rough circles on your clit. The stubborn side of you so badly wanted to conceal your moans to not give him that satisfaction but he was just so damn good. "Gonna cum for me babe? Huh? Cmon, cum all in my mouth for me." His husky voice fanned across your lower lips, cauing you to shiver. Chuckling, he thrust his long tongue into your entrance, causing you to grip his hair roughly. You hips lifted off the bed and you ground them hastily into his face. "Your such an asshole." You breathed out as your first orgasm of what you knew would be many tonight. He continued to lick you through the after shocks, his lips wrapped around the little nub lightly as you chest heaved up and down. You flopped down letting out a loud breath. Before you knew it Ransom's broad figure loomed over your own, his lips swallowed up your gasps and heavy breaths. "Not even gonna make you suck me off, baby." He smiled as he nosed up your jaw a smile . You hadnt realised that he had taken his pants off until you felt his hard length press into your thigh. His lips ghosted up you neck as his fingers rubbed along your slit and caressed you lightly. "Oh, how thoughtful of you." You rolled your eyes as he growled. "Flip that sexy ass over baby." You smirked as you did what he said and got on your knees, your chest pressed into the soft covers, your ass in the air. He hummed running his hands over the soft, plump flesh of what he liked to call 'his' ass. "You want my cock, baby?" His voice, if possible, dropped an octave. A hum was your only response as your hips swayed back and forth hopefully enticing him to finally fuck you. He teasingly rubbed his tip through your slit and against your clit before finally pushing all the way in. You both let out a loud groans as he bottomed out in your pussy. He smiled malicously, before pulling almost all the way out. He quickly rammed himself back in before continuously thrusing in and out at an anamalistic pace. Letting out a loud 'Oh fuck!' you burried your face into the duvet as he rocked your bodies back forth roughtly. "You like the way I fuck you baby? Huh? Ain't anybody ever gonna fuck you as good as me." He growled as his thrust got harder and somehow faster. You moaned and his hands gripped your waist in a vice like grip, one hand coming down on the soft pillows of your ass. "God babygirl. You won't leave me. Won't leave me coz this dick way too good isn't it baby. Just like your pussy so tight, i'll never need another. You know that baby, don't you." Your pussy contricted around his dick, making him moan loudly. Pulling out, he flipped you over, shoving himself savagely into you once more before throwing your legs over his shoulders. Up on his knees he peered down at your fucked out state, pressing light kisses to you calf soothing you before he quickly resumed fucking you with reckless abandon. Moans and groans bounced off the walls. The sound of your skin slapping echoed through the room, making it all the more erotic. "Jesus, fuck Ransom!" You screamed as your second orgasm took over your body. You cried out as you body shook from the coil inside you snapping. You flopped back as his thrusts got faster and sloppier as he chased his own high hips snapping into yours. "Gonna cum in this pussy baby." He snarled he pounded harder into you. You could feel the pain beginning to set in. He moved his hand back down towards your core and rubbed hasty circles onto your clit. Your third orgasm hit you like a truck, triggering his own as he spilled his load into you, cock twitching inside of you. He let out a loud grunt pressing his hips into yours. "Damn, babe." You rolled yourself off the bed making your way to the bathroom once he had let your legs go and flopped down next you. He had a habit of closing his eyes to bask in the aftermath of the mind-blowing sexy you often had. So with out him noticing you picked up your clothes and closed the door. Quickly cleaning yourself up and changing you walked back into the room, grabbing the suitcase, and your phone before making you way towards the door. Obviously realising you were gone he sat up only to catch you dressed and gathering your things. "Wha- What are you doing?" He stumbled over his words and his feet trying to find his pants as he watched you open the door, suitcase in hand. "I need some time away. You need to get your shit together and figure out in you actually want this, or if you just wanna be a rich, trustfund, playboy for the rest of your life. Let me know when you figure your it out." Your voice cracked slightly as you walked out the door. You heard him rush up and stumble over himself. His voice faded into the distance as you sped up your pace to get to the door before he caught up. Snatching up your keys your yanked open the door and rushing out, the tears threatning to spill. You all but ran down to your car throwing the case in the boot and jumping in, starting up the car and driving down the road. As you drove away you watched Ransom in the rearview mirror. He gripped his hair as he watched you drive away clad only in boxers and unbuckled kahkis. You were surpised he didn't jump in his fancy sports car and chase after you. Tears started to cloud your vision casing you to have to pull over. Your hands gripped the steering wheel, you knuckles turning white as you sobbed to yourself, all while back at the house, there was already a hole in the wall and a bottle of scotch sitting on the table. You sped the rest of the way to your mums house who spent the night consoling you and wiping your tears, before you fell asleep in her bed. One thought plauged your thoughs the entire night, awake and sleeping. Was this really the end? THE END 2nd part linked here ❤️❤️❤️

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words-for-holland · 4 years

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Happier (2) | T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Kate and Harrison question Y/N on why she really left Tom. Natalie and Harrison become Tom’s shoulder to cry on. Another message?

A/N: By popular demand, Ive decided to continue Happier! Thank you for the support !

Traumatic

The only word that can describe Y/N and Tom’s experience after being apart for a whole week. The feeling where you wake up from an awful nightmare praying to never experience it again. The only difference, this was no nightmare. It was very much real.

Happiness and love were now just meaningless words for them. Days and nights can pass, but the emptiness in their hearts stayed. While Y/N had her fair share of reasons for being apart, Tom still couldnt understand. She had to have known that no matter what, Tom would always pick her. With the slightest ounce of hope, he’d text Y/N at least once a day to make sure she was okay. But each unanswered text brought a wave of disappointment.

“Hey mate...Cmon I know you’re waiting for her, but now’s not the time.” Harrison explained, his heart breaking for his best friend. “You need to give her the space she needs.”

“I just cant believe she really left me.” Tom muttered. His head hung low, hair an unruly mess, and his facial hair sprouting, but his eyes remained the same. Brown, puffy and welled up with tears. “All because of these stupid fucking rumors!” He yelled out in frustration throwing his phone at the closet. Tom sulked into the closet to grab his phone, right next to it was a small box that contained a promise he was going to make to her, had everything not gone all to shit.

“Shit...” Harrison muttered. “You were going to propose to her.” He knew Tom was bound to pop the question to Y/N, but he never thought he’d see the day that she would fall out and leave his best friend. Yet, it all seemed off. In the time he knew Y/N, she was never the one to give up, especially when it came to Tom.

“Yeah...I was going to ask on our anniversary next month. I love her...more than anything.” Tom confessed, staring at the diamond cut ring. “Before she left, she wished me happiness. Saying I’d be happier with Natalie, but i just don’t believe that.”

Harrison was about to open his mouth, when Natalie popped in their doorway, giving a small sympathetic smile. “Hey...I heard you two in the hallway. Is everything alright?” She asked.

“Mmm..Nat. I don’t think now’s the —”

“No it’s okay. She can come in.” Tom interrupted Harrison as he gestured Natalie to sit with them.

“Look. I know you’re upset by the whole thing, but you shouldn’t have to be.” She explained, her hand rubbing Tom’s for comfort. “She left you. For what? Because she couldn’t ignore a few comments about us...When there wasnt an us to begin with? She just didn’t care about you as much as you thought she did.”

“Yeah, but Natalie this is Y/N and Tom. The bond between them was supposed to be unbreakable. They’re practically soulmates.” Harrison argued. “It doesn’t mean that Y/N didnt care for him.”

“Look Im just saying if she really loved Tom with all her heart she wouldnt have left him because of me.” Natalie spoke out, flipping her dirty blonde hair to the side. She grabbed Tom’s hand again, and gently stroked soft circles. For Tom it felt good, but it wasn’t Y/N’s touch. Y/N would have traced squiggly lines on the top of his hand because it was less boring.

Harrison scoffed at her gesture. Sure he had known Natalie to be a flirt at times but never picked her to be the friend that got too friendly with another after a messy breakup. “I’ll be back. Have to make a call.” He muttered as he walked away from the most cringey and awkward situation a person has ever been in.

As Harrison made his call, Natalie scooted closer to Tom, leaning on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him. “Tom...I know it hurts, but you have to believe she wasn’t right for you. There are so many girls out there that could treat you better.”

“What like you?” Tom rolled his eyes as he put the ring away.

“If you wanted me, yes I could. I’d handle your career and your personality better than anyone else. I dont want to seem forward but I always imagined you’d end up with me. Its silly but I wanted that with you, the whole romantic movie experience.” She explained, endlessy spilling out her idealistic fantasy with him.

Tom was shocked by what he heard. To him Natalie was just a friend he had known most of his life. Maybe there was one time he did have a slight crush on her but that was just it. It was an attraction and nothing more. He thought for a great deal, wondering if this was where it all went wrong. Maybe he should have listened to Y/N more. “Tom did you hear what I said?” Natalie spoke up again, this time threading her fingers on the nape of his neck.

Tom shrugged her off, as he shook his head. He couldnt do this right now, he needed to be alone. “Look lets deal with this another time. I just...I really need to run right now...alone.” Tom excused himself as he grabbed his airpods and quickly left the room. Truthfully he always hated running, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Meanwhile back in the States, Y/N still felt the affects of her heartbreak. She trudged through the New York apartment like a zombie with no purpose, waiting for someone to finish her off already. It wasn’t like she wanted to break it off, but it was the only logical solution at the time. The only problem, it built off a lifetime of regrets.

Kate watched Y/N from afar, the message she read still clouding her mind. Her best friend was terrible at keeping secrets, let alone she was always the first person Y/N would go to if she ever had one. She observed her very closely, waiting for Y/N to come to her.

Kate felt the usual vibrations of someone calling her phone. Again another unknown number? It was almost similar to the one Y/N had recieved. Maybe it was a robo-call or a psychotic fan, which if it was she’d have to talk with Tom about. A mental note she promised she would get too.

“Listen I dont know who you are, but if its the same person that sent my best friend a threatening message that she’s better off breaking up with her boyfriend...I swear to God I’ll fucking punch you in the face.” Kate threatened, her eyes glaring and fist balling up on the counter.

“Whoa...chill out. It’s me, Harrison. Im a friend of Tom’s.”

Kate looked up with surprise with a helpful pinch of embarassment and relief. “Oh. Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to know how Y/N’s holding up. I know she broke up with Tom, but something’s just not right about this. Has she told you anything?” Harrison confessed.

Kate shook her head as she continued to watch Y/N lie on the couch mindlessy scrolling through an already watched list on Netflix. “No. It’s like her soul left her body. I can barely get through to her.”

“Blimey, it’s the same with Tom. This is ridiculous, we should just get them together so they can talk about it.” Harrison groaned, thinking how stupid this all was. They could have saved each from the heartbreak and depression. “Are you sure there’s nothing she told you?”

Kate hesitated for a moment on whether she should answer. “Well... there may be one thing, but she didnt talk per say. It’s more of what I found.”

Harrison stood up, intrigued by her response. “Oh really what did you find?”.

Kate was about to answer until she hear a text go off on her phone.

Unknown:

I wouldnt say anything if I were you 😚

She squinted at the text when another popped up.

Unknown:

That is...if you want to keep your friendship with Y/N 🤫

“Uhh..it was nothing actually. Just found a wallpaper of her and Tom. She hasnt changed it since they broke up and she got a couple of messages......from Tom.” She lied haphazardly.

Harrison was confused and disappointed by her answers, knowing it led to nothing. While Kate was a great liar among all things, this wasn’t her best work. Of course it was all planned in hopes that Harrison, if he was really smart enough, could figure it out.

Harrison was not that smart, but he was a good lie detector, and that was all he needed to know something was definitely up and Natalie, although may be a good friend of his, became a prime suspect.

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prorevenge · 4 years

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Falsely Accused of Cheating, Then Dumped

Date: April 2, 2009, a couple days after I turned 30.

I had been dating a wonderful girl, we’ll call her Ratchet, for almost 3 years. And we were good together, I really did see her as my soul mate. We weren't living together yet, but I was just a few weeks away from popping the question. However, as plans will be plans will go awry.

Enter my friend (we’ll call him Skidmark), who I'd known since freshman year at a well known university, he was also a fraternity brother and someone I'd be proud to call a real brother. This is the guy I would've asked to be my best man, and not as it's often portrayed in cheesy romantic comedies or whatever. That is, until his act of betrayal when he told Ratchet (A LIE) that I cheated on her. Also, he had no evidence of said infidelity.

How did this play out? Ratchet had been staying at my place for the past couple days and I arrived home to find her packing her things. When she saw me, she started shouting at me. A lot of it was hard to make out, other than the profanity but here's what I did remember:

"How could you do this to us"

"I can't believe you"

"Skidmark told me everything"

I attempted to interject a few times, almost in tears in one point when I shouted, "Just listen to me for a second!" but she just got all pissy that I yelled at her, and walked out after telling me to get fucked.

So obviously I called Skidmark a few times, left a voicemail asking WTF he told her and wanting to know why he dragged me through the mud like that. The next morning I went over to his apartment - to find that he moved a couple days ago. How convenient.

The next day, I get a call from another good friend of mine (he was a solid guy, so let’s call him Solid - we met at the same university/fraternity) and it went something like this:

"Um, are you sitting down"

"No, what do you want to tell me"

"When did you break up with Ratchet?"

"I didn't, Skidmark told her that I cheated on her and she walked out on me"

"I just drove past that dive in your old neighborhood, she's with him. They were all smiles, holding hands and everything - I was wondering what was ..."

(I disconnected)

So it doesn’t take the guys from True Detective to figure out that he orchestrated this from beginning to end, and his prize was a new girlfriend – now my ex.

At the time, it felt like this backstabbing bastard destroyed my life.

Fast forward to six weeks later ….

On a Friday night Solid went to a popular bar/club in the area to hang out and throw down a few brews. And who do you think walks in about 15 minutes later.

Why, it was Skidmark!

It was a pretty large bar, and Solid apparently did a pretty good job of not being seen, even though he did see a few things:

Skidmark went in alone, but he's talking to some girl maybe 5 minutes later. A few minutes later, he buys her a drink. A few minutes after that, they're on the dance floor.

A few minutes after that .... let's say Skidmark could have gotten arrested if he didn't have consent to put his hands where they were.

Keep in mind, Solid has already sent me several texts about what's been going on. At one point he included several photos of the handsy dancers. In the last photo Skidmark was kissing the girl.

And now he must be melting his phone with how fast the texts are coming in.

"You gotta nail this guy, Ratchet needs to know what's going on!"

"Shit he almost saw me!"

"I had to skip out of there, but I've done enough damage heh heh"

"He was kissing her in that last one, wanna bet he'll go all the way?"

This is where the plan comes together. I tell him to get in touch with Ratchet, and ask her to meet him (about something urgent) at a coffee shop close to where he lives. Note: his place was over 30 min away from where I lived, so hopefully Ratchet wouldn't be suspicious. I recommended a coffee shop because it's a public place with outdoor seating.

Sunday morning, May 17:

I remember everything about this encounter – what I was wearing, what she was wearing, what it smelled like, it’s permanently etched in my memory. I approached a couple minutes after they sat down. Once Ratchet saw me, her face physically changed, and she immediately got up to leave. Solid reached out and grabbed her arm before saying "You owe me, remember? Sit down and listen!"

She reluctantly sits down, and with a very pissy look on her face she asks, "What do YOU want, Parkesc?" ***

I respond, "What he said, sit down and listen" and I ask to borrow his phone so I can call up Skidmark. I hand him mind and tell him to pull up the photos when I give him the signal.

Here’s how the conversation went:

Skidmark answers with "Sup Solid"

I respond, with the speakerphone on, "Well hey buddy!"

There’s a brief pause followed by “uuuh”

“No it’s Parkesc. I hope you don’t mind; I’m using Solid’s phone since mine’s dead.”

(Keep in mind, Skidmark’s voice in the rest of this conversation is pretty sheepish)

“Long time no see man, what’s been going on?”

“A whole lot’s been going on, actually. How was Friday night?”

“How was Friday night?”

“Yeah”

“Why would you ask man … I mean I … I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah I think we both know why you haven’t seen me in a while, but anyway, Solid told me he saw you at the bar the other night, getting down with some hottie.”

“Who said that”

“Solid, you know, our fraternity brother from (that university). And, ummmm, he saw you. With that girl. And he may or may not have taken some pictures.”

“What?”

By the way, Ratchet’s eyes are getting pretty big right now, Solid is motioning her to be quiet. She mouthed the words WHAT THE FUCK as he began to open my phone and go to the pics.

“Yeah I got a LOT of pictures. And you know, I think I can guess who would like to see them.”

“Cmon man, don’t do this man. Why you doin this, man? Why you doin this?”

“What are you kidding me? We haven’t spoken in over a month because you lied to my girlfriend that I was in love with and planning to marry. Now you’re messing around behind HER back.”

“Man it isn’t like I was trying to steal her, man.”

“WELL MAYBE YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO DO, because Solid also mentioned he saw you two together. That was TWO DAYS after she walked out on me.”

“It’s not like that man, and you’re not gonna anything. I know you’re mad, but, cmon man.”

There was a brief pause, and my brain almost did a Ctrl-Alt-Delete after that auditory fuckpoop.

“No, you don’t know. And I’m not gonna CMON MAN.”

“Are you kidding me, you’re really gonna …”

“I’m doing this – right now, in fact. You’ve been on speaker the whole time, and Solid isn’t the only person here with me.”

“WHAT?”

And finally Ratchet chimed in.

“I cannot even believe you did this. What the hell? You’ve totally ….totally been lying to me and now you're cheating on me too?"

“No, no, no it wasn’t ….. FUCK! Really, Parkesc?”

“Basically, they’ve shown me all the pictures, I’ve been looking at them this whole time. What’s wrong with you, Skidmark??”

“I didn’t even know her.”

“What you mean, you didn’t know her??”

“Ok, you know what, fuck you Parkesc!”

And then Solid says his piece:

"WHOA WHOA WHOA, first of all, dude, you stole your best friend's girl with a BS lie, you just admitted it, and you're cheating on her anyhow!"

"Fine, whatever, it didn’t mean anything ….”

Ratchet responds with "Oh Please!” before she hangs up on him and turns toward me. She hands the phone back to Solid and he gives me back my phone with half a smile and a raised eyebrow. He probably expected a gratifying end to this escapade.

“Parkesc I am really sorry, I made a mistake. Is there any way ...."

“Stop right there!” I abruptly interject, with a sharp glare in my eye.

They’re both in shock.

“No, you never believed me, didn’t listen to one word I had to say. And you had no evidence, you just took that fuckhead’s word and walked out on me. Was it worth it?”

Solid was pretty much catatonic, stunned into silence. By the time I was halfway back to my car, I could have sworn I heard Ratchet starting to cry. I wouldn’t know because I refused to look back.

*** By the way, you’re probably wondering what the asterisks were for. Up until that point, there was still a snowflake’s chance in hell that Ratchet and I would get back together. When she didn’t even want to hear me out (yet again), I was done. I just didn’t let her know until I was finished with Skidmark.

I never heard from either of them again. Good riddance.

(source) story by (/u/parkesc)

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bonappetizzle · 4 years

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Dreams, Fairytale, Fantasy

A/N: Back again. Not sure how I feel on this one, but yeah.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Black!Female Reader

Summary: Wedding day blues

Word count: 1973

You weren’t supposed to be here.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but here you are, hours from impending heartbreak.

What does it matter anymore? You can’t change a thing.

You take a deep breath, knocking on the door, putting on the performance of a lifetime.

His best man smiles opening the door for you, inviting you into the grooms room.

“H, got someone to see you.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them slightly as a warning. He’d convinced you it was the right thing to do. Who were you to ruin his day with this? I mean, you’d had so many opportunities to have told him before. But you didn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to materialise the worlds.

You see him in the mirror, his brows knitted together, in frustration.

“Well can they help me with this stupid tie-“ he looks up, smiling at your reflection behind him. “Y/N!” He opens his arms to hug you. You Huh him back, careful of getting any makeup on his shirt.

“Hey, ready for your big day?” You ask, looking at him as he pulls out of the hug.

“M’nervous as hell,” he chuckles lightly. “And can’t get this tie right.” You shake your head, rolling your eyes at him. “Come here.” You lay your palm flat for him to give you the tie.

“I’m gonna get a bottle of brown, be back in a second.” Tom, his best man announces, leaving the two of you alone.

“Where’s the rest of your posse?” You clear your throat, wrapping the fabric around his neck.

“Probably trying to flirt with Lucy’s bridesmaids. Like they won’t have the time at the reception.” He scoffs. You crack a smile, pulling his tie together. “All done.” He smiles, turning to check himself in the mirror before hugging you again. “Thank you. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.” He whispers in your ear.

“It’s fine H, your my best friend, that’s what I do.” He shakes his head, looking over you.

“Y’look pretty.” You raise an eyebrow, before knitting them together.

“Don’t I always?” You Joke. He shakes his head.

“Of course, you do, but I mean it, you look really pretty today. Dunno what it is, but you look different.” He brushes a stray curl from your face. You press your lips together, before the door opens, signalling Tom’s return. “Bourbon anyone?” He shimmy’s, making the two of you laugh.

“Me! I need a drink.” You take a glass from his hand, as he puts the others down, unscrewing the bottle for you. “You don’t usually drink brown liquor.” Harry comments.

“What do you mean? Y/N drinks brown all the time.” Tom looks at him confused, finishing pouring for you.

“I’ve never seen you drink brown asides from that one time in college after your dad-” he cuts himself short. Yeah, after your dad left. You roll your eyes, at the thought.

“I’ve been giving it a go again for a while. Brown can’t be a negative connotation forever H, and besides, who am I to turn down free booze. It’s fine.” You ruffle his head, taking a sip from your glass, internally grimacing from the burn. “If you say so.” He takes a glass. Tom pours him a shot, warning him against being drunk during the service. “I’m not a lightweight, I’m not gonna get drunk off of glass.”

“Have you eaten yet?” You ask, taking another sip.

“Are you my mum?” He groans.

You take the cup from him, rolling your eyes. You turn to Tom, handing him both cups. “Don’t let him drink till I get him something to eat.” You almost threaten, wiping your hands together, leaving them in his room. You lean against the wall besides the room, taking a deep breath, shaking your head.

C’mon Y/N. Only a couple more hours, then you can go home and forget all about it.

You push yourself up, walking down the stairs.

“Looking for someone?” Gemma asks. You clutch your chest, glaring at her before letting out a laugh.

“Please don’t sneak up on me.” She chuckles, shaking her head.

“S’fun. You and Harry are jumpy. He up in his room?” You nod, relaxing. “Then who ate you looking for with that face?”

“What face?”

“You looked really serious. I assumed to yell at some castaway grooms, which, might I tell you. I’ve already yelled at.” You smile, grateful for her.

“No, but that makes it a lot easier. I was looking for something to eat.”

“Ah, hungry?” You shake your head, while she looks at you confused.

“Tom brought up from booze, Harry hasn’t eaten. Said I’d go find him something.” She nods, leaning her arm out for you to link. “Catering is in the church reception, cmon.”

“What took you so long?” Harry asks; taking a bite of a cinnamon bun.

“Wow, thank you best friend for going out of your way to make sure I don’t pass out by the alter.”

“I wouldn’t have passed out.” He says, still chewing. You scrunch your nose, shaking your head.

“Don’t be gross.”

“Sorry,” he says, after swallowing.

“Where’s the other guys?” You ask.

“Taking pictures. Which, you are needed for.” You look at him confused. You weren’t technically part of his wedding party. “What do you mean?”

“You’re my best friend, I have to have at least one picture of you to prove you were here.” He downs the bourbon shot. “See I didn’t drink it before you came back.” You shake your head. “Mum said she wants one of us too, since your mum couldn’t make it.” He pauses, “How is she by the way?” He takes another bite of the pastry. “She’s… she’s doing okay. Doctors say she’s recovering well. She practically forced me out, I know she’s okay but, can’t help but worry.” He presses his lips together, a hopeful look on his face.

“Well, they said she’s doing fine. Can’t be stressed out on my day, I mean you orchestrated this whole thing.”

“I orchestrated it?” He nods, slipping on his jacket.

“I mean, you set me up with Luce, I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you. You’re really are an angel.” He jokes. You fake a laugh, making sure it’s believable. “Firstly, don’t use the word orchestrated. Makes it feel like I did something evil. And two, if you weren’t compatible it wouldn’t have worked out. I’m glad you found someone. Even if I did most of the work.” You tease him.

“You’re the best.” He smiles down at you, before a snap, interrupts the two of you.

“I told you to turn your sound off.”

“I thought it was,” you turn, seeing a photographer, along with Gemma and Anne.

“Hi,” you greet them.

“You look so pretty Y/N,” Anne compliments you, walking over for a hug.

“I mean, nothing compared to you.” You reply, looking at the older beauty.

“Come off it Y/N, I’m getting old.” You shake your head.

“Still the best looking in the room, no offence Gem.”

“S’fine. Now c’mon I want a family picture with the idiot.” She walks over; standing beside her brother. “Hey!” Harry whines. You move away from Anne’s grip, before she pulls you back. “Your family too Y/N,” she tells you firmly. Wrapping an arm around your waist.

You watch as Harry and a few of his extended wedding party take pictures.

“Can’t believe he’s marrying her.” You turn, seeing Niall, one of his Uni mates holding out a shot for you.

“Huh?” You take it.

“I dunno, just never expected them to be this serious.” He downs it, you following after.

“They’re great for each other.”

“Yeah? How would you know. You’ve been MIA for the past year.” He pours himself another drink.

“My mum’s been ill Niall.” He sighs, taking the shot in his hand.

“Sorry. I heard, but I thought she was better.”

“She is now, that’s what the doctors are saying.” He nods, before sighing again.

“If I’m honest. I thought it would be you and him getting married eventually. One of you realising you’re in love with the other, the other realising it too. That cheesy romcom shit.” You let out a laugh. Shaking your head.

“Sorry Ni, life isn’t a romcom.”

“She’s like a parasite. I can’t believe he can’t see it. I said I’d be one of his groomsmen cause I’m his mate and all, but if we’re honest. I can’t stand the girl. She was nice at first but he’s totally different with her.”

“How much have you had to drink?” You knit your brows together.

“Not enough. I’m Irish remember.” You both chuckle. “How much do you wanna bet for me to interrupt it?”

“You’re not gonna do that Niall.”

“C’mon. We’d both be saving him a lot of money.” You shake your head, looking him in the eyes.

“It’s not going to happen Niall, just let it be.”

“Let what be?” You turn, Harry stands behind you, a confused look on his face.

“I asked her out, she said it’ll make the friendship weird if we broke up.” Niall flawlessly lies.

“You two together?” Harry looks at the two of your strangely.

“Yeah, been trying to get a date out of his one for ages. M’not giving up.” He stands up, placing his hand around your waist. Harry shakes his head. “You’re joking right?”

“No?” He knits his brows together in confusion.

“Oh-Kay.” He lets out, before the event planner comes up to us.

“People are entering the church. You two are needed in 10. Guests preferably before that.” She says before storming off. You brush off her attitude, putting down your shot glass.

“That’s my queue. Good luck up there.” You out on a smile, before leaving the two of them.

“Wait.” Harry stops you. You turn around, finally seeing nervousness on his face.

“What’s up?” He looks around you before landing on your face.

“I’m doing the right thing… right?” You swallow. Bite the bullet.

“If it’s what you want, it’s the right thing.” You speak before you can allow the words to settle on your tongue. It’s what’s right. He’s got this far. He should marry her.

“Really?” He holds your hand in his. They’re slightly sweaty but you ignore it. You feel your throat tighten, as well as your heart. Just pretend. You’ve gotten this far.

“It’s your life Harry. I’m not going to decide for you. You know what to do. Whatever it is, I’ll be happy for you.” You feel your eyes start to water, as you let go of his hands.

“Thanks y/n,” he says, clearing his throat.

You take your seat, biting your lip. Each passing minute taking a chip at your heart.

The look on his face as he stands at the alter, an excited smile pointed at you, one of pride and joy.

The look on his face when her bridesmaids walk in, nervousness.

The look on his face when she finally makes an appearance. Pure love and adoration.

You blink away the water threatening to spill from your eyes. You zone out, your body overwhelmed with the sinking feeling of regret. You bite your lip as he reads out his vows, passion in his eyes as he recites the words to her. Chanting like a mantra. Your eyes meet Tom’s, before looking away.

You had soo many chances to tell him and you ran away like a coward.

This is your cosmic punishment.

You barely register the couple’s first kiss as a vibration from your voice takes you away from the moment.

You had 4 missed calls from your brother, and 3 texts.

The last causing your heart to sink.

‘Y/N please… answer.’ 1 hour ago

‘She’s relapsing.’ 45 minutes ago

‘… she’s gone.’ 2 minutes ago

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missnxthingg · 4 years

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i love your writing so much 🥺🥺 do you think you could write something for tom when it’s snowing and it’s loosely based on the song ‘baby it’s cold outside’ but like less creepy? maybe the snow is bad and tom doesn’t want her to leave yet? something like that!! sorry if it’s confusing

A/N: It’s almost Christmas everyone, and I was looking for something to post as the last imagine of the year, something thematic. But, I wasn’t getting any inspiration, until I got this request. So perfect! Thought I don’t know if I portraited the request very well. I hope it’s good and once again, I’m so sorry to change it a little bit (we already talked privately). Also, thank you, reader, for sticking around with me during the whole year, and let’s just hope we all stick around for another one.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: None, I guess.

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The sound of the television was all they could hear through the house. The girl lying on the couch with the person she loved the most in the world lying on her belly, softly snoring, feeling her fingertips stroking his hair. And it was all over the news, and she knew it was coming, the worst snow storm of the year, tonight. And it was already getting dark outside. She knew she had to go.

“Baby.” She whispered close to his ear. “Hey Tom, wake up, I need to get up.”

“Hmmm… Five more minutes darling.” He mumbled drunk in his sleep.

“Come on Thomas, it’s going to start snowing soon, and I really need to be home before it does.”

“No, stay, please.” He tightened his grip around her, as if it would make her stay. “Mum is going to make lasagna for dinner, and I know how much you love her lasagna.”

“But I really need to go. My mom will be worried, and I promised to make dinner for my dad tomorrow.”

“I can drive you home first thing tomorrow.” He sat straight to face her and she did as well, searching for her boots to finally leave.

“I can’t baby, I’m sorry. I gotta go.” She smiled tenderly to comfort him, but he looked a bit down, using his fingers to caress her back while she finished zipping her boots.

“Just one more drink them. Anything you want.” She left a small kiss on his lips and smiled.

“Only one cup of tea. No milk.” He nodded and got up to prepare tea for them two. “Can I borrow a jumper?”

“Yeah, I must have one over my bed upstairs.”

She slowly walked through the big Holland house, listening to all of the noises around. She passed through Nikki and Dom’s bedroom, and found them watching a movie with Paddy, all cuddled up together. She smiled and waved at the door.

“Are you going already darling?” Nikki asked and she nodded.

“It’s going to start snowing soon.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna stay?”

“Sure. I really have to go.”

“Okay, have a safe trip back home.” She waved and the girl kept walking.

Only one room left with its lights on. Harry’s room, with a soft music coming out of it. And there they were, the twins, lying on Harry’s bed, listening to some music and laughing at something they were saying to each other.

“Night boys.” She said from the door.

“Leaving already, (Y/N)?” Harry asked drawing his attention away from the computer to the girl on his door.

“Yeah, I have to go before the storm.”

“Oh, okay…” Sam said. “Tom is going to be upset though.”

“Why?”

“He was really looking forward to spend the whole day with you and his family before he goes away one more time.”

“Yeah, even Harrison is coming tonight, and you’re already leaving.”

“I really can’t, I promised my dad I’d spend tomorrow with him.” They both nodded.

“I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“But I’ll see you on Christmas eve, okay? Don’t you dare think you’re getting rid of me.” They both laughed and nodded.

“We know.”

“Bye, kids!”

Once she was finally in Tom’s room, she could see the many bags almost ready for him to leave one more time, right after New Year’s day. Her heart sank, knowing she would have to see him leaving one more time, to another country, for a very long time. So she got his jumper on, breathing his scent in before leaving to meet him downstair to say goodbye. The tea was almost ready, but he was getting some biscuits for them. She hugged him from behind and buried her face on his neck, feeling his whole body shiver.

“We had a good day, didn’t we Holland?”

“Yeah. I got to spend it with my favourite people in the world, and my favourite girl too.” He turned around and leaned against the counter, pulling her by the waist.

“I love you.” She whispered, finally closing the gap between them.

“I love you too.” He whispered once the kiss was over.

‘“Come on, let’s drink this tea, because I gotta go.”

She sat back down on the couch and Tom followed her with the two mugs and plate of biscuits. Before he sat down, the doorbell rang and he went to answer it, meeting with Harrison and Tuwaine. She knew they were coming, but something about seeing them made her want to stay.

“(Y/N), good to see you!” Harrison said, giving her a big hug.

“Oh, my big boys! I was just leaving.”

“Leaving. Why?” Tuwaine asked.

“I really can’t stay.” She said and they nodded.

“Well, it was good seeing you.”

“You too.”

“We’re gonna go see the twins.” Harrison said, knowing he had to leave them alone for a moment.

Once the two boys were gone, Tom and (Y/N) got back to the couch, and he threw his arm around her, pulling her closer. It didn’t take long until she finished her cup of tea, but Tom wouldn’t let her go, leaving a bunch of kisses across her face and neck.

“You’re so needy today.”

“I just wanted you to stay.”

“I know.” She stopped and glanced back to him. “And I also know why. Sam told me.”

“That big mouth…” He sighed and leaned back in the couch.

“Tom, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I really only wanted you to stay, as much as you can, before I go.” She nodded and unlocked her phone, sending a text to her mom. “What are you doing?”

“Telling my parents I’ll be home tomorrow morning.” He smiled and she lied down the couch once again, pulling him to lie over her like some minutes ago.

“Thank you, for staying.”

“I never really wanted to go.”

And they stayed there for a while, just feeling each other for a bit, before the room was invaded by a bunch of boys. Harrison threw himself over the couple and snuggled between them too, making both of them laugh hard.

“Harrison!”

“I knew you’d stay (Y/N/N)!”

“Come on mate, she’s my girl.”

“Oi, she’s my best friend too.”

“Stop fighting over (Y/N), and come help me prepare dinner.” Nikki said and the boys followed her to the kitchen, leaving the couple alone again.

“Never leaving during these cold days.” Tom said, kissing her cheek. “Or during hot days too.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You love me.” They laughed and she kissed him one last time.

“Merry almost Christmas Tom.”

“Merry almost Christmas, my love.”

(...)

“Can you stop bothering me? You’re gonna miss me so much once I’m gone.”

“Shut up, we won’t.” Paddy said and Tom rolled his eyes.

“You being such a bore around us won’t make us miss you a bit.” (Y/N) mocked him with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, we will.” Harrison said and everyone agreed.

“Thank you all for staying. It means a lot to me, and I love every single one of you.”

“We’ll always be here for you.”

“Yeah, you always will.”

Once it was darker, they all found a place to sleep, and Tom dragged his girlfriend to his room, and lied on his bed, waiting for her to pick a hot pajama for her. Once she was there with him, he pulled her closer, to be together one last time. She used her finger to trace every single freckle on his face and smiled once her finger found his lips.

“Promise me you won’t leave in the middle of the night?” He begged and she laughed.

“Of course I will, I’m just hoping you go to bed soon.”

“Good thing I had a bit of sleep during the afternoon. This way I can stay up to be with you.”

“Needy.”

“That’s me.”

“Good night Tom.” She turned around so he could spoon her.

“Good night silly!”

…………………

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bitch-banshee · 5 years

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We’re already dating.

Prompt: something like their friends are trying to get them together, and they’ve been dating for years

Word count: 1418

Characters: Issac Lahey x AU!Sydney Derek’s Beta (with mentions of some of the pack)

Warnings: uhhh some sexy kissy time, but other than that...maybe a taste of DOM!Issac

A/N: okay here we go, let me know how you feel

Issac and I had been dating for years, we met in middle school and were joined at the hip. So when Derek turned him and then turned me we both decided that hiding the fact we were dating and soulmates was best. Lydia was my bestfriend and she hated Derek’s pack, and although Derek turned me I saw Scott as my alpha.

But as the lines started to blur between who’s pack was who’s, and Derek gave up his alpha status to save his sister. They all started to try and get us together. Issac has always been terrible at hiding his face around me. His stares were longing and hopeful, he played the lovesick teen so well.

He and I had been in the honeymoon phase since we started dating. Nothing about him made me mad or changed how much I adored him. But we made a promise, we were friends in public and lovers in private. Our friends were adamant on changing that.

The first time someone tried to push us together was a random day at lunch. I usually sat near Lydia, we had a dynamic that worked. “Sydney, sit next to Issac” Lydia said looking up from her book when I walked over and stiles was in my seat. “Why isn’t he sitting next to Issac, like always” I grumbled “move skinny, or I’ll move you” I glared at the back of his head. “Syd just sit there” the human shrugged, and my eyes narrowed, what were they pulling. Collectively they watched as I slid next to the love of my life. His scent swarming me. He shifted awkwardly trying not to touch me, like he usually did. You could hear them tensely breathe waiting for something to happen. “So Lydia what are our plans for after school, I have a history test I need to study for” I sunk my teeth into my chicken salad sandwich. Her eyes darted between Issac and I. She huffed “we can go down to the library and study here, Issac, want to come?” She beamed at him. His floppy brown haired clad head swept up, preparing to deny her “he’ll be there” I answered for him. “Right” i slid my dark green eyes to the light blue I’d love until I died. His face was neutral but his eyes said what the hell are you doing. “Yeah, yeah I’ll come, we should make it a group thing” he offered to the table. Most everyone came up with an excuse.

I finished my lunch not long after and got up to leave. I walked to my locker, looking down the deserted hallway. I felt him come near me, I’d always be able to find him. Feel him. It felt like a rope tied us together, made us one. His hands slid over my hips and his head rested on my shoulder “baby, I thought we were trying to keep this a secret” I turned in his arms, my hands placed firmly on his chest. “It’s been 4 years, syd, we can tell them, they don’t hate me anymore” his nose brushed mine, he had a point. “But isn’t this kinda fun, sneaking around, finding creative places to kiss you is always interesting” my smile was big and goofy, matching his. His looped his fingers into my jeans and pulled me flush against him, growling softly. “Issac” I breathed, flushed.

I heard our friends coming around the corner, loudly, laughing, and pushed him away from me, a good 3 feet between us as they came into view. “Hey! What are you guys doing out here?” Allison called. “Nothing, I didn’t even see him there” I lied, pulling out my biology book. “I’m gonna be late for class, Issac, Stiles, you guys coming?” I shut my locker and called over my shoulder.

We three walked in silence, I was thankful that stiles was human, because I’m pretty sure my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. Issac had been brushing my hip with his fingers while walking next to me. It twisted and ignited the bond we had, and created a pit of molten lava inside of me. He was doing it on purpose, his stupid heart was steady, totally unaffected. So I decided teasing him was the only way to win the game he started. I stepped through the door of the classroom and dropped my pencil. “Damnit” I cursed for emphasis and bent over at my hips, pushing my ass into his lap as he stood behind me. “Sorry” I called, and evil tint in my eyes. He suppressed a growl and sat down behind me. Stiles sat to my left.

I leaned over to stiles and whispered, loud enough for Issac to hear. “Do these jeans look okay on me?” The human gulped and cast his eyes down my long legs. They were tight in all the right places, I loved these jeans. “Y-Yeah, they look great syd” He laughed and I placed my hand in the middle of his chest. “Thank you stilinsky” I winked and heard Issac grip his desk. The wood splintering. I smiled evilly and turned to face the front, ignoring them both.

The day ended and I made my way to the library and an arm circled my waist and pulled me into a dark classroom pushing me against the wall. Lips descended onto mine, a strangled moan escaped my mouth and into his, he always tasted the same, milk and honey. He released my lips as to not bruise them and attacked my neck. “Issac, oh Issac please” I rushed out, my breath caught in my chest. “You wanna tease me and then flirt with stilinsky in my face” he growled, his hot tongue sliding over his mark. The sparks erupted all over my body. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please Issac, touch me, please” I gripped at his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer to me. He pulled away and shook his head “you want to keep us a secret, Fine, you wait until we leave” his voice was hoarse, his eyes a burning gold, “have fun explaining those” he chuckled and detangled himself from me walking out.

I tried to catch my breath, and took out my phone. I looked at my face, I looked the same, but as I panned down I saw the startings of about 4 hickeys all over my neck. Then my sexual desire for my mate was thrown out the window, I was livid. “How old are you!!” I screamed to the empty classroom.

I groaned and trudged to the library. Lydia and Issac were both sat there at the table, not conversing. “I can’t stay, I have something to take care of” I called the attention of the table. “I thought you had to-“ Lydia’s voice fell off as she looked at me, her eyes drawn to my neck. “Oh my” She stifled a giggle. “It’s not funny” I glared at her, crossing my arms over my chest. I glanced over at Issac, who although wasn’t looking at me, had a stupid smile on his face. “Who was it?” Lydia laughed, hardly able to get the words out. I decided it was time she knew, she was my bestfriend after all, and it’s been so long. “Issac” I simply let the word fall from my lips. The weight of the secret lifted off of me. Her eyes went wide. So did his, he stared openly at me. “You guys are?” She questioned, unable to finish her sentence. “Yes, for 4 years” he answered her, still looking at me. I was still mad at him, so I rolled my eyes.

“We’ve been trying to get you two together for months” Lydia whispered more to herself at the news. “And you’ve been together for years, why didn’t you say anything!” She got a little louder. “Because you all hated him, it would’ve been a hassle to deal with that” I shrugged and slid into the seat next to Issac. His arm curled around me comfortably. He leaned in to kiss my head and I leaned away. “Absolutely not, you marked me like some child” I glared at him and he laughed. “Cmon” he whispered, picking up my hand and kissing each knuckle. His eyes never leaving mine. “Oh my god” Lydia breathed, “You two are really together” her face flushed at the public display of affection.

“Guess the secrets out now” I laughed and kissed Issac fully.

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scofieldmisa · 7 years

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209 “Just marry me already”& Coldwave.This turned into a 4 times thing so enjoy. (The three times Mick asked Leonard to marry him and the one time he got him to agree) Well this turned out longer than I expected. (This starts when Leonard is 24 and Mick is 26) ——————————1.The first time Mick proposed they had completed, yet another, successful heist that night. To say they’ve only been in the criminal business, together, for a mere few years and already making a name for themselves, well, it made them both proud of what they accomplished. Both of them enjoyed the way they’d pull it off, the chase of the cops and the get away. It got both their motors running, so after they got to the safe house within an acceptable distance from the crime scene, well the duo engaged in a few rounds red hot sex before they finally gave in for the night. Leonard had cuddled up to Mick, not something he does all the time so Mick cherished the nights like this. The nights where Leonard wanted to be touched. It was a reassurance thing that they both got out of the heist okay, not hurt or caught. Mick had his arm around his partner, trailing patterns on the other mans right shoulder.

“Hey Lenny..?” Mick asked, sitting up slightly, careful not to disturb Leonard too much.

“Mick I don’t think I can go for another round, can’t you wait until the morning?” Leonard said, giving Mick’s shoulder a soft kiss and looking up at the older man.

“It’s nothing like that. I’ve been thinking about things.. about me.. and you. About us… about the future for us, and Lisa.” Mick started, and Leonard lift his head of Mick’s chest to get a proper look at the man.

“Mick. We don’t do feelings, remember? We know the way we feel about each other. We don’t have to say… it.” Leonard said and Mick sighed.

“I know Lenny, which is why.. how about we get those, uh feelings.. made official?” Mick asked and Leonard looked a bit confused at what he was being asked

“Mick what do you mean?” Leonard asked in response. Mick sighed again, he’s never been the best for words and speeches that was more Leonard’s thing.

“How about.. what are your feelings… would you..” Mick started, not being able to get the words out, before taking a deep breath and starting again. “Lenny.. what if we got married?” Mick asked, looking at the younger man in the eyes.

“Mick.” Leonard said, searching Mick’s facial expressions for any sign of him making this up.. he wasn’t and that set the fear of God up him. He hadn’t had the best of role models when it came to marriage. An drunk abusive father and a mother that left him with his father when he was young. He didn’t see the point.“Mick. I.. I.. love you.. you know I do, but, marriage? In our line of work? I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Leonard said, using them as criminals as his excuse. It was a lame thing to do, he knew that. But he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Yeh.. you’re right Lenny.. I don’t know what I was thinking. Just forget it.” Mick said sighing and rolling over. “Goodnight.” He simply said after before falling asleep. Leonard on the other hand couldn’t forget it as he watched Mick fall asleep. Mick was mad at him now, and it was his fault. Never the less, Leonard settled down beside Mick, not daring to cuddle up to the larger man, so settled with watching him sleep, before falling asleep as well.

2.The second time, was a mere few months later. Mick had gone out with a few of his old mates, and had a few.. too many drinks. Leonard stayed at home, still working over some plans for their next heist, when Mick stumbled in at 2 o clock in the morning.

“Ah! There’s my handsome boyfriend that I love so much.” Mick said, stumbling over to Leonard grinning away. “Over working that big precious brain of his. God I wonder if that thing ever stops.” Mick added, sitting next to Leonard on the couch.

“Hello Mick. Have a good night?” Leonard questioned, ignoring the stench of alcohol on the other mans breath.

“I did, it was great you shudda came Lenny! As good as it was,it wasn’t the same without you.” Mick said, before pulling Leonard up on his lap, giving him a sloppy, quick kiss before lying down on the couch, pulling Leonard down with him and wrapping his arms around the younger man for a bear hug.

“Mick. I was working.” Leonard said, a little threateningly, but with no real heat behind it. Mick was always a lovable drunk, so Leonard somewhat knew what to expect every time Mick came home drunk.

“But I love you. I want you to know. I want to shout it out to the whole world that I love you. I want to be able to call you my husband. I want you to marry me Lenny. Please Lenny.. will you marry me?” Mick asked and Leonard couldn’t help but laugh a little as Mick placed wet kisses all over his face.

“Mick, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” Leonard said, trying to pull away a little now. Eventually Mick let him go and Leonard could sit up.

“Don’t you love me Lenny? Why won’t you marry me?” Mick said, pouting like a child now, which Leonard couldn’t help but laugh at.

“Okay. I’ll think about it. But you.. you need to sleep this off.” Leonard said, getting off Mick as he yawned and turned over on is side and pat the part next to him. Leonard lied down next to him, and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch which was kept there encase either of the two fell asleep on the couch. Leonard pulled the blanket over the pair off them and got comfy before Mick wrapped his arm around him.

“Okay Lenny. As long as you’ll think about it.” Mick said, kissing the back of Leonard’s neck softly before cuddling up to him. “Goodnight Lenny.”

“Goodnight Mick.” Leonard responded with a slight smile before falling asleep.

(Leonard had gone the next morning but left a glass of water and some aspirin for Mick with a note saying where he’d gone on the coffee table which had all his plans on the night before.)

3.The third time Mick asked, it was three years later and they had just broken out of prison. They had been in solitary for a month so they hadn’t seen each other for a month since they got convicted. They were both happy to be free to say the least.

“Quick here!” Leonard said, as he noticed an ally, and pulled himself and Mick into it and pressed against the wall. After several seconds, cop cars had speeded past from where they were hid. They had a bit of a lead on the cops, but they weren’t going to make it anywhere much further down the road if they didn’t lose them. As soon as the cop cars had gone, Leonard moved away and started searching for a bag. Within seconds, he found what he was looking for, opened it and threw some clothes at Mick.

“Get changed.” Leonard simply said as Mick caught the clothes and grunted before stripping out of the prison uniform and getting changed. Leonard watched Mick for a couple of seconds before doing the same.

“We should probably follow the ally to the other end, to make sure we’ve lost them.” Mick suggested and Leonard nodded in agreement.

“Great idea.” He simply said and before he was pulled back to the wall and trapped between the wall and Mick’s body.

“I really think your magnificent, Lenny. What to did there.. and god.. I’ve missed you. So much.” Mick said before kissing Leonard roughly. Leonard kissed back straight away as soon as he recognised what Mick was playing at. But all too quickly he had to pull away.

“God Mick, I’ve missed you too. But we’ve got to move unless we want to be sent back.” Leonard said, placing one last kiss on Mick’s lips, before pushing him away. “Cmon.” He then added, reaching for Mick’s hand.

“I mean it. I really do think your magnificent.” Mick said, as he took Leonard’s hand and intertwined their fingers together. “You deserve so much better Lenny. God. I just want you to be mine forever.” He then added, as they walked together.

“Mick where are you going with this?” Leonard questioned.

“I want you to be my husband, Len.” Mick answered, squeezing Leonard’s hand briefly and Leonard signed. It’s not that he didn’t want to marry Mick… he was scared that once things were.. official.. that he’d ruin things and become like his father. He didn’t want that, for himself or for Mick.

“Mick..” Leonard trailed off. “I’m not saying no.. I’m just saying.. not yet. Okay. Maybe someday but not yet. You know how I feel about you.” He then added and then it was Mick’s turn to sigh.

“Yeah, alright. We’ll do it on your terms Leonard. As long as you’re not saying no forever. I can live with that.” Mick said, smiling sightly.

“Good.” Leonard responded and they walked back to their home in a comfortable silences.

(And if neither of them left their room for the next couple of days, only to get some food and even then they were still naked, that was their business.)

4.The last time Mick asked Leonard to marry him was exactly a year later. Leonard got found and dragged onto a shitty job by his father. Leonard was petrified. He didn’t want to risk his father hunting down Mick and Lisa too. Even though he was 28, Lisa wasn’t quite 18 yet (had another month to go), and Lewis could always find a way to get her back for that last remaining month. Even if she was travelling at the moment. So like a little good boy, Leonard obeyed his fathers wishes. Wasn’t allowed contact with either of the two until after the job was finished either. Which had worried Mick. Mick didn’t tell Lisa that Leonard was missing. He probably should have but he didn’t want her to come straight back or panic. He could handle it.

It wasn’t until the night before the job that Mick had heard anything from Leonard. Leonard hadn’t wanted to risk his father finding out anything, so he waited. Waited until the night before that lewis dragged Leonard to his favourite bar, which also happened to be Mick’s and they go every Wednesday night, which was that night.

“Now son. How does it feel that this time tomorrow we’ll have a great score?” Lewis asked, as he finished his drink. Leonard had to hold back the snort. He’s earned more, during the over 10 year partnership he had with Mick than he ever earned with his dad. A lot more. And the score at this job wasn’t going to be any different.

“Amazing.” Leonard drawled, playing along as Lewis waved over the bartender for the bill.

“Great son. Finish your drink for good luck, and meet me outside.” Lewis said, paying the bill and standing up and going outside. Leonard reached for the bartenders arm before he had a chance to move away.

“You need to follow this instruction. Give this to Mick. I can’t go over there and do it myself so it has to be you. I’m being watched.” Leonard said, giving the other man a note before finishing the drink his father brought and motioning to the booth there Mick is, alone and down. He probably hadn’t noticed Leonard was in the bar. It was busy and he was on the other side of the room. “I have to go.” He then added getting up and leaving.

The next day, the job went exactly like Leonard always thought it would. It went wrong and the cops came earlier than what his father thought. Leonard made sure to get away sooner so they could only pin the job on Lewis and his crew. Made sure to avoid any camera angles so he wasn’t caught. So when his father tried to drop Leonard in it, like he knew he would, there was no evidence of Leonard even being there. Leonard was free at last. Free from his fathers clutches and more importantly, so was Lisa. Leonard could finally smile, and that’s what he did. He walked back home with a smile on his face. Back to Mick.

“Honey. I’m home.” Leonard jokingly shouted out, and sure enough Mick made his appearance and tackled Leonard into a hug.

“I thought you were seriously injured. Or dead.” Mick said, cupping Leonard’s head in his hands.

“Mick I’m fine. I’m sorry, but I’m okay. I’m home. I’ve missed you too.” Leonard said, pressing a kiss onto Mick’s lips, which Mick gladly kissed back.

“You and your damn codes. Did they get him?” Mick asked, after he pulled away from the kiss to get some oxygen.

“Yeah. They got him.” Leonard confirms and Mick smiled wide before kissing the younger man again.

“I love you so much, I wish you’d marry me already.” Mick mumbled against Leonard’s lips and Leonard pulled away, smiling, rubbing the back of Mick’s head.

“Okay.” Leonard simply said, and Mick looked a little confused before smiling wide.

“Okay? As in.. okay you’ll marry me?” Mick asked just to be sure. He wasn’t sure if he could believe it.

“Yes. Okay as in I’ll marry you.” Leonard confirmed. “I’ve been thinking. I don’t want to live my life in regrets and it may seem I don’t have any.. but I do. When my father first caught me, I thought I was going to die.. and I never thought I had a regret and I do. I regret not saying yes the first time you suggested marriage. But here I am now, agreeing. Let’s get married Mick. Most of the stuff we do anyway isn’t legal.” Leonard said, joking slight at the last sentence and Mick kissed him again.

(They got Lisa on the phone after a few hours of ‘celebrating’ and she came home that day. The following day, the three headed down to city hall where Mick and Leonard got married, with the registrar hold at gun point -so that he wouldn’t report them to the police or else.- and Leonard Snart became Leonard Rory.)

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Avengers Illuminati: Oval Office part 3

"Our last canidate is an independent. Please welcome Doctor Stephen Strange." Strange walked toward his circle of candles and say down beginning to meditate. Strange was in his blue gi and wearing his red cape of levitation. Around his neck was the necklace the eye of agamotto. A necklace that had a green glow coming from it's center that allowed Strange to cast different spells. Strange was a middle aged man with white hair streaks above both ears and a goatee. "Our first question will be for Doctor Strange. Why the circle of candles and the meditation?" asked Carlisle. Strange got up and stepped forward. "The meditation circle is to help me keep a clear mind and focus on the answers of my formidable opponents." Strange then receeded back to his circle. "Our next question is for all of the canidates. What is your view of our current healthcare system? Mr. Groening you are first. "Our current healthcare program is not beneficial to our country. People are struggling to get by and can't afford to get medicines or even see a specialist if need be. So we are going to reform it." Patterson finished and sat down. "Thank you. Mr. Ross you are up next." Said Jameson. "I would like to begin with saying that how can we know that Strange doesn't have everyone under a spell right now getting you all to side with him? How do we know that these "super heroes" are playing fair? Anyway onto the question at hand. The great president of our nation wished for healthcare for everyone. We pretty much have it. We made it illegal for you to not have it and things seem to be better than ever. My adversaries wish to spin yarns and CAST SPELLS about how it's not adequate and you people are being charged too much and getting worse healthcare. We of the democratic party don't see it that way. Things are great don't let these people try to fool you." Ross said. "Thank you. Doctor Strange it's your chance to speak on the topic of the country's healthcare." Said Carlisle. "Thank you. So we are going to continue the mud slinging huh?" Strange said looking toward Ross. "I'm sorry I'm not as quiet on the matter as Professor Xavier. But Cmon! I mean I supported you when you ran for governor of New York. I gave your campaign money and spoke with you as a friend several times. I'm sorry onto the topic. Our healthcare in this country is a joke. Being a former nerosurgeon I've seen good healthcare and I've seen bad. And people our current healthcare is the worst. We will open the trade market on healthcare making more competition between companies and set caps on how much an insurance company can charge followed by random audits on the companies to make sure they arent just charging people the maximum just cause they can. Our America will be a healthy and better America for everyone." A loud applause errupted from the crowd. Questions continued from the mouth of Jameson Carlisle. During the course of the debate the new found team were spread out around the auditorium as well as the rest of the building. Standing off to the right of the stage was Wolverine. He began speaking into his commuication device on his chest. "How we looking from up top Hawkeye?" asked the black and yellow grabbed warrior. "Everything looks good from up here." Hawkeye reported back. He was standing on a catwalk above the auditorium observing the crowd and stage. "A-Bomb check in." Commanded Wolverine. "Top floor is on fleek." Responded the blue hulk. "Never say that again or I will show you just how penetrable your impenetrable skin really is." Replied wolverine in a very aggravated tone. "Yes sir. The top floor is secure sir." Said A-Bomb. "War machine how we looking out front." War machine was flying around the front of the building in his steel colored iron man like suit. "Everything is good up here." War machine replied. "Owens hows things in the back?" Owens was sitting on a bench behind the auditorium. Staring at a church across the street. "Yeah we're good." "Our second to last question is. Throughout the campaign trail the republican and democratic parties have focused more on revealing scandals and pointing the finger at the other candidates. Why is that? Mr. Ross we will start with you." Jameson said. "Jameson while it's been a nasty fought campaign on the two sides who have a chance at winning this election. People need to know about the bad politicians who are running for office and who the good ones are. These two people up here with me today are secretive, back door dealing, war mongering , rascist, mutant and hero supremacist monsters who as Mrs. Williams pointed out will do anything to get the uneducated vote of the brain dead blue collars who go work the dimwitted jobs. They aren't fooling the REAL people of america. Those who want freedom to marry whoever they want and be able to choose what they do with their bodies. An America with Monica Williams at the helm is a great one." Tom Ross walked back to his seat with a cocky strut. "Mr. Groening it is your turn to answer the question." said Jameson. "Ladies and gentlemen. This man just stood up here and spewed putrid hate and lies. Let us not forget that his running mate has had more scandals than you can shake a stick at. Remember how she faced trial for being linked to the murder of several polticians who were going to go against her and our current presidents plans to enforce several of their new laws. This coming from a MUTANT mercenary that calls him self Deadpool. Who claims and has scribbled in his so called leger which somehow this piece of evidence got thrown out of the case. Which in turn set her free she is currently under investigation. And this so called "HERO" Doctor Strange has he done his civic duties? Has he served on a jury? Paid his taxes? He even admitted to backing Tom Ross for governor of New York a term which saw the mob take over and the increase in HERO activity from Spiderman and the vigilante Frank Castle better known as the Punisher. Now this was before he became the Doctor Strange we know now. Then he was still just a neurosurgeon who was a DEVOUT democrat. How do we not know these two aren't working together? That if you vote for one your still getting what you would if you voted for the other. These two are not safe. They will not do what it takes to keep this nation safe." Groening said. "Doctor Strange it's your turn." Carlisle said. Strange got up from his meditation circle. Seemingly very relaxed. "Okay well let me start by saying all that these people have said about me and everyone in the administration. Is all heresay. The Avengers have been pardoned from jury duty and as far as taxes go I submit my form that is required by a super hero per the super hero registration act in which it state's that not only must all heroes register but they also have to file this ridiculously long tax form stating what we've done for the past year as heroes. I have nothing to hide. Now these people over here they have had stuff exposed but I'm not going to sit up here and bring forth every mistake and tell you How you should feel. If you have a problem with how corrupt they are.......well then vote for Xavier/Strange." "Now for our final question for the evening. The state of education has been in question for several years. Ranging from poor cafeteria food to college being over priced and putting young adults in this country in steep debt. What are some of your ideas to reform our schools?" asked Jameson Carlisle. "Mr. Groening would you like to start for us?" "Surely. I would like to start out with saying my plan is to change the food being served at our schools to something edible. We need to continue to push our students with better reward programs to help them aspire to become contributing citizens. We will work with colleges to find away to make academics more attainable for students. Thank you it's been a pleasure speaking to you tonight." " Mr. Ross it's your chance to speak." " He just gave vague ideas on what he would hope to achieve he didn't say much of anything of value. We are planning to build a better and healthier menu as well as enforce common core math and institute certain curriculum at a younger age to push the educational envelope. We will have free college for those who wish to attend yes free college. No more debt! It will be a better America everyone." "Doctor Strange it's your turn." Carlisle said. Strange got up from his meditation circle and this time he blew out the candles with a flick of his hand. He cast a spell to put them out. "Free college? Are you kidding me? Free? Its not free. Guess what? The working man would end up paying for it. Common core makes no sense. We will however reasearch throughout the four years adding new curriculum to help push the inteligence of our youth. We will set caps on how much a college can charge per semester and judge those caps as needed. Thank you for coming tonight." the crowd cheered lowdly clapping and whistling. "Alright everybody shows over meet backstage so we can go eat I'm starving." said Wolverine over his comunicatin device. "I'll meet you guys at the diner." Owens said walking across the street toward the church. He walked in the unlock glass door and then opened the door the auditorium and sat down in one of the front pughs. He was alone for minute or two. Then he heard footsteps coming up the middle aisle. "I know you." Owens turned to see a bald Caucasian man sitting down next to him in a t-shirt and jeans. He appeared to be in his ate thirties maybe early forties.

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