#Marcia just staring at him with love in her eyes makes me so sick

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Marcia who has always shown her emotions on her face. Marcia who meets two-bit at the drive-in and almost cries finally meeting someone who shares the same type of personality she has. Marcia who had sat waiting to here her phone ring as she comforted a then sleeping Cherry. Marcia who realized that he wouldn't be calling. Marcia who's live took such a downfall so quickly. Marcia who watched in horror as her boyfriend beat the shit outta a kid who didn't deserve to feel any pain. Marcia who after breaking up with Trip sees Two-bit, their eyes meeting, and just sobbing even harder as she runs off to her car. Marcia who slowly heals after everything and starts racing again. Marcia who sees Two-bit out of the corner of her eye as she racing. Marcia who laughs like crazy they second they start talking again. Marcia who falls so deeply in love with two-bit but can't act on her feelings just staring at him from across the parking lot during lunch with the most gutted look. Marcia who denys Cherry accusations of liking him despite knowing Cherry knows exactly what she's thinking. Marcia who when she finally gets together with two-bit just stares at him with the most loving face ever because she's finally happy and she's with the guy of her dreams.

Two-bit who has never shown how he truly feels to anyone. Two-bit who constantly drinks himself until he can't see the sad kid who is hurting so badly. Two-bit who dates so many girls trying to find the right one but no one seems quite right. Two-bit who meets Marcia at the drive-in and is stumbling over his words because he never expected someone to match his energy. Two-bit who tosses her number into the gutters with a gutted heart thinking it was a fake. Two-bit who goes through so much that week and losing two people he cared about so much. Two-bit losing himself, thinking about all the what ifs in the world. Two-bit who is dragged to the rodeo by Ace after months of being miserable after everything. Two-bit who watches Marcia in awe as she competes in barrel racing. Two-bit who works up the courage to talk to her. Two-Bit who after a month of talking ask her on a date. Two-bit smiling so wide after catching Marcia staring at him as she sits on her bed waiting for him to come sit down next to her.

Them laying down on the couch next to eachother just so happy to be where they are now.

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Part 12

[Walpurga Nacht Academy]

[Djinn’s Lamp]

Rosa: [HEART’S DESIRE!]

Cass: WO-WOAH!

Agatha: Ugh… so… shiny…

Vita: My~ What a fetching wedding dress~ But, hm, is the colour not rather drab? I believe a nice black would better suit you still~

Agatha: Ehehehehehe… as… always… Big… Sis’... taste… is… amazing…

Rosa: [AAAAH! SERIOUSLY! Stop nitpicking everything when you’re not even helping at all!]

Cass: Umm!!!!

Blanche: Hm, she even sounds like Cassandra when she’s angry. I suppose this sort of dedication is normal among actors…

Djinn: …

Blanche: Well, then- Djinn. What do you think?

Djinn: …

Cass: H-He’s staring so so-solemnly! Di-Did it work?

Rosa: [Hehe, looks like he’s bewitched by my skills~ I’m not the Prefect of Rosenhex for nothing after all, you know?]

Djinn: …

Rosa: [Uh, is-is he alright? He hasn’t said anything yet…]

Cass: Ma-Maybe he’s so be-be-bewitched that he’s speechless, um?

Blanche: … Djinn.

Djinn: … Hm?

Blanche: Well?

Djinn: Well, what?

Blanche: … what? We have brought before you, your ideal bride, have we not? All the specifications that you require are there too. Height, measurements and voice. And her behaviour is perfectly suited to you as well. For example-

Rosalia, what should you do if your loved one is feeling down?

Rosa: [That’s easy! I will gently comfort him and make him realize there’s still hope for the future! No matter what happens, I will always support him!]

Blanche: Exactly. This is what you requested, is it not?

Djinn: … I suppose.

Blanche: … So then?

Djinn: Then?

Blanche: … Our deal. Are you going to honour it or not?

Djinn: Haaaa, that…

Blanche: …

Djinn: Pass.

Blanche: ?!

Rosa: [HUH?! PASS? PASS WHAT?!]

Agatha: She’s… still… going… ehehehehe…

Blanche: … I’m sorry… I don’t understand. Does Rosalia not meet your qualifications to the letter?

Djinn: Well, yeah, but-

Blanche: But?

Djinn: Hm~ I’m just not feeling it.

Blanche: … Pardon?

Djinn: How should I put this? Even though she should 100% be my type, I just don’t feel any sparks at all! Do you know what I mean?

Blanche: …

Vita: Fufufu~

Rosa: [DON’T LAUGH!! WHAT’S SO FUNNY ABOUT THIS?!]

Vita: Nothing~ I am merely amused to see that my predictions have been accurate as expected~

Rosa: [GRRRRRR!! I’VE HAD IT WITH ALL OF THIS! WITH YOU SENPAI AND ESPECIALLY WITH- YOU!!!!]

Djinn: Me?! Why are you pointing at me like that?!

Rosa: [BECAUSE I’M SICK OF YOU! FIRST, YOU POP OUT OF THAT STUPID LAMP, THEN YOU GET US SUCKED IN AND WON’T LET US OUT UNTIL WE MEET YOUR RIDICULOUS DEMANDS-]

Djinn: RIDICULOUS?! How can you say that when I’ve been nothing but reasonable and kind?!

Rosa: [HUH?! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?! All you’ve done was complain and complain and complain! You’ve found fault with all of us when you’re barely anything to talk about!]

Djinn: HEY! LISTEN HERE, FLUFFY HAIR-

Rosa: [THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! What’s with the dumb nicknames, huh? And those stupid jokes?! Who’s even laughing at those?! Geh! I’m just getting annoyed thinking of them! Who are you even trying to impress?! You’re barely putting any effort in anything!! Even this place is a disaster! Not to talk about your lame fashion sense and the gaudy decoration and-]

Djinn: THAT’S IT!! [TIME UP!]

Cass: Mi-Miss Morgainne!

Agatha: GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Blanche: !!!!

Djinn: Seriously, that girl- To think she’d blow up like that. NOT CUTE! THAT’S NOT CUTE AT ALL!

Rosa: [LIKE I EVEN CARE ABOUT THAT ANYMORE! Who’d even want to be your wife when you can’t even dress well?!]

Djinn: Hey!! I’ll have you know that this happens to be all the rage in the djinn circles!!

Rosa: [Like I even would believe that! Bleh! You baldy! You liar! You lame-o!]

Marcia: BWAHAHAHAHA! SHE’S REALLY GOING FOR IT! NICE, ROSALIA! YOU’VE TOTALLY REDEEMED YOURSELF IN MY EYES!

Rosa: [You cheapskate!]

Marcia: Twat!

Rosa: [Knob head!]

Marcia: Slag!

Cass: Um, th-they’ve really be-be-become animated now…

Vita: My~ What colourful language~

Agatha: Idiots… ehehehehehe… not… cute… at… all…

Djinn: ENOUGH! YOU TWO ARE REALLY CROSSING THE LINE NOW!

How much abuse do you think I can take, huh?!

Rosa: [Like we care!]

Marcia: That’s right, that’s right~ We’ve completely crossed over and are mutineering! If you wanna stop us, ya gotta come and get us!

Rosa: [Jerk!!]

Diana: They’re just needlessly barking.

Blanche: …

Cass: Um- Wh-What should we do?! Mi-Mi-Miss Dion?!

Blanche: …

Vita: My~ It seems the little hare is lost for words~

Agatha: What… a… shame… ehehehehehehe…

Blanche: …

Djinn: HEY! DON’T YOU STICK YOUR TONGUES OUT AT ME! AND WHAT’S WITH THAT- HEY! DID YOU JUST FLIP ME OFF, FLUFFY HAIR?!

Blanche: … Why?

Cass: Um…

Blanche: Why?

Diana: …

Djinn: DON’T YOU MAKE ME-

Blanche: DJINN!

Djinn: YE-YES?!

Agatha: He… jumped… ehehehehehe…

Vita: ‘Tis shall become quite fascinating~

Blanche: Djinn…

Djinn: Ye-Yes? What can I do for you, bunny girl?

Blanche: Could you please confirm just what precisely was it about Rosalia that displeased you so?

Djinn: Well, uh, you know… It was just…

Blanche: …

Djinn: Uh…

Marcia: Man, Blanche looks super scary like that…

Rosa: [Ye-Yeah, no wonder the guy’s intimidated…]

Marcia: Hey, drop the voice already. It’s getting really weird, you know?

Blanche: Well?

Djinn: It was, you know… The fact that… She…

Blanche: …

Djinn: … Uh…

Blanche: So, you can’t even tell me just what it was that you disliked, huh?

Are you that incompetent?

Djinn: EH?!

Marcia/Rosa: HUH?!

Marcia: He-Hey, did Blanche really just…

Rosa: [... tell that guy off?]

Marcia: Seriously, just stop it.

Djinn: In-In-In-In-In-In-competent?! Yo-You dare speak to me like this?! You-

Blanche: What else am I supposed to call you after you have shown us that you are incapable of even arguing your own position in this matter?

Djinn: Hey!! That’s not true, I-

Blanche: Is it not? Then how would you explain the stuttering mess that you have settled on just before? To think that a powerful creature like you can’t even manage such a thing…

It is simply pitiful.

Rosa: [She’s not holding back at all!!]

Marcia: Ugh, it kinda reminds me of when she’s mad at me...Brrrrrr.

Djinn: NOW LISTEN HERE-

Blanche: I am, but you clearly have nothing useful to say at all.

I’m done here. This is just a waste of my time.

Djinn: YOU… YOU… YOU DARE- WITH THOSE JUDGING EYES! LIKE YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME!

THAT’S IT! IF IT’S JUST A WASTE OF YOUR TIME, THEN-

[TIME’S-]

Cass: WA-WAIT!

Djinn: ????

Blanche: !!!!!

Marcia: CA-CASSANDRA?!

Blanche: Why are you-

Cass: Um-

Djinn: MOVE IT, STARRY EYES! I’M IN A FOUL MOOD RIGHT NOW! I’M NOT FORGIVING ANYBODY!

Cass: I-I-I-I understand… But!! Please he-he-hear me o-o-o-out!!

Blanche: Cassandra, what are you-

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Mister Djinn!

Djinn: GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

Cass: Um…. Um…. Um…

I-I-I-I WOULD LI-LI-LIKE TO OFFER MYSELF UP A-A-A-AS YOUR BRIDE!

Djinn/Blanche: HUH?!

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Congratulations Marcia!

Your application for Cho Chang has been accepted, with the discussed changes about her working with the Returned. I can’t wait to see how Cho handles both those unstable revived and her own lasting trauma from the war.

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Marcia, she/her

TIMEZONE: GMT+7

ACTIVITY LEVEL: My activity level is pretty fluctuative depending on how college is doing but since college is all online right now, I have lots of time to roleplay.

ANYTHING ELSE: Triggers: sexual assault. I’ve actually roleplayed Cho a few times so I’m quite familiar with her character!

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Cho Chang

BIRTHDATE: 15 November 1979

DEATHDATE: -

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Female, she/her, as far as Cho is concerned, she’s straight but she definitely has biromantic tendencies. She has been dating boys and men exclusively but has definitely had crushes on girls and women. She just never acts on them due to her own confusion regarding her sexuality.

BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw

OCCUPATION: Currently unemployed. Previously before the Battle of Hogwarts, Cho was admitted to St. Mungo’s Healing program as their newest Healer-in-training. She worked overtime shifts after the war ended and found that she needed time away from her profession. She needed to re-evaluate her life goals, ambitions, and the things she really wanted to do. So she resigned and was planning on joining a non-profit group whose mission is to help Wizarding communities around the world rebuild when she heard of the Returned. She felt compelled to stay in England in light of recent news.

FACECLAIM: Jessica Henwick. 

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

POSTBELLUM:

Cho felt the war before it even happened, knew it was coming while everyone else closed their eyes to it. Its effects have not left her since the moment Harry brought back Cedric’s cold dead body. She mourned and mourned and fell into grief. Grief left unresolved and added to as the war swept through her and the people around her. As she watched the people closest to her lose and die. She tried to move on from the war. She attended the memorials and the wakes and then went home telling herself that she was okay. But found herself opening another bottle of alcohol instead. The first few months were the hardest. She cried a lot and could not even take time off from her work because St. Mungo’s was running at full capacity and she was not the only one hurting. So she bottled her unresolved grief up. The only solace during this period was the presence of her mother, a Muggle woman who could never fully comprehend the ugliness of a Wizarding war as she is so removed from it after her divorce from Cho’s father. Cho was urged to go to therapy, Muggle therapy. It worked, sort of. Even though she had to alter details of her story, of what actually happened, she found solace in confiding in someone, in taking medications. She’s getting better. She keeps a journal now where she writes her dreams and nightmares and all the good things that have happened to her thus far. Recently, she added three words to the journal, under the “Good Things” section: “Survived the war.” For now, surviving is enough.

When she first heard of the Returned, hope bloomed in her chest as she thought of the families and friends that could be reunited. This is a happy event, right? It’s practically a reunion! And she did feel happy. Joyful at such a turn of events. At the fact that death can no longer keep people apart. That the war, in the end, did not take so much from her. But then she heard of Cedric’s arrival, of the possibility of him being back in her life, this first love of hers. The boy she mourned and cried over, and she felt like keeling over. It isn’t that she does not want him to live again. It’s that how is she going to navigate life with him again in it? Is she going to pretend to never know him so that she can continue on peacefully? Or should she seek him out? See where things could actually lead now that he’s alive again? Everything is complicated and she does not know how to feel. Long long ago she lost him and grew up too quickly. But now he’s here again and has not aged a day and she’s a woman he could no longer recognize.

PERSONALITY:

 Cho Chang has an innate curiosity within her, this want to know more, to stretch magic thin and find out what it actually is capable of. A scholar approach to things. She wants to combine and mix and concoct and see what comes out of it. A natural researcher, a born academic. When people see her, they see someone who is kind and good. Someone who volunteers to finish group projects when no one else wants to. A doormat. A bit of a well-meaning pushover. Someone that can easily be taken advantage of. But in actuality, she uses her kindness as a weapon, as her bargaining point. She extends and withdraws it in accordance  to the attitude and respect people give her. Her friends say she has Slytherin tendencies and they are right. Even the Sorting Hat thought Slytherin would be good for her. Se cares too much about what people think. There’s a need within her to fulfil expectations and to present herself only in the loveliest of ways. She puts a mirage on herself. She’s not as open as she looks. She tells you one thing but holds back five others. But she’s a loyal friend who will push you to be better. She’s a good listener and adviser. She’ll never say “I told you so” and she never holds a grudge. She hands out second chances and gives people the benefit of the doubt.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY: 

Cho’s mother’s family is rich and posh. They’re old money and they have lived within the same neighbourhood in London for generations. Cho’s mother graduated from a respectable Muggle university with an art historian degree. She works as an art curator for a museum. Her father’s family back in Taiwan in contrast is very middle class. Her father moved to England for a better life, to be able to send money back home to pay for his sick father’s mounting hospital bills. He found employment in the Ministry for Magic and climbed his way up. He’s now a diplomat.

Cho’s parents divorced when she was five. She spent five days a week in her mother’s house, a Muggle townhouse bought by her grandparents, during her childhood. The other two days she spent at her father’s flat. Since her parents divorced when she was young, she does not have any resentment towards them for separating. After all, the two are fine as co-parents. What she finds burdensome about their divorce however is the clear divide between her magical and Muggle extended families and how she has to juggle the two. How she is forever stuck in the middle of Muggle and magical, rich and not rich, privileged and unprivileged.

But her parents are great overall. Her mother has a revolving door of boyfriends and her father has his work as a diplomat to drown himself in. Cho is naturally closer to her maternal grandparents than her paternal ones who live in Taipei and she only sees once a year at most. She’s an only child so she receives a lot of attention.

HISTORY: 

Cho Chang’s formative years were pretty normal. She was born inside a Muggle hospital at the insistence of her grandparents and then brought home to the family’s townhouse in Kensington. She was one of those kids whose parents pampered them. They could not give her one big happy family so they made up for it by making sure that she was never without anything she wanted. She had toys and a dollhouse and a chinchilla. She had two bedrooms in two different houses, each one decorated with her favourite hue of blue. There was never any restrictions on what she could and could not do. She played with her cousins and the neighbourhood kids. She went to a Muggle elementary school when she was old enough. Learnt how to read and write, found herself entranced by language and literature, struggled at maths but excelled at science. And then she said goodbye to her Muggle friends and told me she was going to a boarding school when her Hogwarts letter arrived.

Her Hogwarts years were good too. The hat placed her in Ravenclaw and she enjoyed her time there. An uneasiness built up inside her however as everyone looked at her and called her pretty. They fawned over and she did not know whether they saw true beauty or someone exotic and different enough from them to gawk over. When she was the only girl admitted to the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, she accepted it but found it odd that no other girl was good enough for the team. Nevertheless, she carried on. Charms and Potions were her strongest subjects. When it came to Transfiguration, she was so so. She focused on herself and did well and had fun with her friends. They’d hang out in groups and go to Hogsmeade together. There’s a spot on the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall meant just for her and her group of friends.

One day, Marietta Edgecombe pointed out that Cedric Diggory was staring at her. The rest was history. There were dates and a whirlwind romance. There was happiness. And then, everything was snuffed out. She played the part of the grieving girlfriend, emotional and weepy, and irritated her friends with her cries. Everything fell apart. Her grades dropped. Several professors kind enough to close their eyes on her academic incompetency gave her leniency. Professor Flitwick cautioned her about her grades and her career choices. She went to the library and had another cry and picked Healer. She dated Harry Potter and then Michael Corner. It was all a blur, just another Hogwarts boy to laugh about in the future. When graduation came she was so happy. She enrolled in the Healing program, became a Healer, and helped as much as she could with the war efforts. She went to Hogwarts for the Battle.

OOC EXPLORATION:

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? I’m looking forward to the idea of Cho having to reverse all her grieving and mourning if that makes sense? Like Cho having to reconstruct her life again, to make sense of her trauma and hurt all over again. I also would love to see what a Cho-Cedric friendship or aftermath would look like after the war.

ANYTHING ELSE? Enjoy this playlist for Cho I made! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6FaZMH55GqPSogRg07ju5H?si=4rM8UPiDTgyBbNisAS1vNw

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a/n: Okay so the exciting part is finally arriving, you know, you might wana watch the movie and listen to the song NON-STOP, btw, just as you’re finishing the chapter press play to this song ;)  

series masterlist- i. ii. iii. iv. v.

after breaking up with your boyfriend, losing your job and barely hanging on to any hope, Hollywood’s sweetheart bachelor party might be the easiest way to get money.

summary: a series of ‘one on one’s

warnings: language, mentions of addiction, fake marriage

paring: tom x reader

word count: 3.8k

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It was a hard night, the hardest they had in a long time. Amber fell asleep on his shoulder in the drive back to her home. Tom was tired but still shaken by the adverse events of the night. He contemplated the city, from the slum area they were at to the magnificent condo, where his fiancée lived. Tom remembered his talk with Y/N earlier, and he felt guilty to think he was the most miserable being on earth. Maybe love doesn’t exist and what we have is the nearest thing to it. His proposal came back to his mind, he could have done it so much better. He could have tried, at least, to make it better. Now he was asking for a miracle to release him from this absurd charade, which almost happened that night. He would never forgive himself if something happened to Amber. He could not bear to lose her.  

The driver opened the door for them. Tom lifted Amber in his arms, bridal style. She looked peaceful and fragile. For a moment he saw Amber the way the world did, and he didn't like it. Amber wasn't like that at all, she was a thunderstorm. He wanted to hear her laugh cracking the uncomfortable silence. Maybe love didn’t exist, and this was the nearest he would be from it.

Amber woke up as soon as he placed her under her bedsheets. “I don’t deserve you, schatzy” she muttered, her eyelids still heavy.

“You know that’s not true” Tom smirked, sitting on the bedside table. “You’ve been beside a hospital bed day and night for weeks if that’s not enough to deserve this.”

“I did it for me, I needed a quiet place to read my scripts," she giggled tiredly. “It was the least I could do for you, Tom. It was my fault”.

“Well, you encouraged me to do that stunt, but I was the one doing it without following the instructions” Tom grabbed her hand.

“You broke your back Thomas, you could’ve died, or worst, become a veggie.”

“Amber!” Tom stopped her. “I’d stay, but I have to change, and pick up my family from the airport, so promise me you’re gonna rest and you’re not gonna do something stupid.”

“Pinky promise, nothing stupid. At least not today” she smiled, throwing him a kiss. Tom turned the lights off and left the apartment. It was a long night and the next day was going to be longer and harder.

-

“Care to explain yourself, Y/N?” Cassie was waiting for them in their living room with her legs crossed as they entered the room. Her frown was furrowed, and her chest was covered by her arms. She was wearing her blue dress, and the red lipstick was still on. Her cold stare made Y/N uncomfortable as they strolled down to her. Maddie was carrying the red dress, as her friend watched them intently.

Y/N was wearing the sweatshirt she had borrowed from Diego. “I’m sorry, I was trying to save Mad’s friend.”

“I don’t fucking care. Look, we had a deal, you had to behave, right? And what did you do? Blow a fucking client up?” Cassie’s sharp voice was full of poison, making Y/N step back.

“Do you know how mad Senator Warren was? You ditched him and cost me a big client! All so you could have what? A fucking fairytale with Tom Holland and bang him afterwards?”

“I didn’t bang-”

“Of course you didn’t, you left. Where did you even go?” Cassie asked, and before Y/N could even answer Cassie shook her head. “You know what? I get all of this for you and then you back away the first minute. Get out, Y/N. Get out of my house.”

“No, Cassie-”

“Do you know how much money you cost me tonight?” Cassie retorted.

“Cassie-” Madeline stepped in, but Cassie was quick to shut her up.

“No, Madeline. You don’t fucking understand, because you guys got paid by Amber and me? I didn’t get anything, so whatever Amber paid for her, I get the money.”

“Well okay…”

“But I meant it, get out of my house.”

-

The ride from LAX to the hotel was eternal. Tom had a terrible headache and his parents hadn't quit talking since he picked them the airport. His mom was really excited about the wedding. He felt terrible.

The twins knew the truth about him and Amber, but Tom couldn’t tell his parents and little brother about it. They were convinced of his happiness and were very fond of Amber. Maybe that was one of the reasons Tom thought marrying her was a good idea. It made sense for everyone else, they looked perfect together.

“I can’t believe the big day is almost here” Nikki pressed his hand, showing her excitement. “Time flies. It’s like we met Amber yesterday, and she’s becoming a Holland in about three days.” Tom nervously laughed and kept driving with the last image of Amber he had in his head; passed out, laying on a stranger’s bathtub.

Tom booked rooms for his family at the same hotel he was staying in. What a marvelous idea you dick, he told to himself remembering the mocking glances of the staff when they saw Y/N walking beside him. Those glances would be on his parents now, on Amber. He did nothing, but guilt was there, ready to torture him for a while.

Haz and the twins received them with big smiles and long hugs.

“Where’s Amber?” Nikki asked right after she finished squeezing her sons. Sam panicked, and Harry tried to hide a smug grin. Before they could come up with something, Haz invented an acceptable excuse.

“My bad, I should’ve told you before but didn’t want to ruin this moment for you all. Amber called me, she tried to reach Tom, but you know the lack of signal at the airport. She’s kinda sick, so she stayed at home. She's fine now though, says it’s just a stomach bug.”

“Stomach bug, huh?” Nikki said in a suspicious tone “this isn’t a weird way to tell me I’m becoming a nan, is it?”

Tom's eyes went wide open, the twins could barely contain their laughs. “Actually, we grabbed some street food last night, and it was a terrible idea. But you know she’s more delicate than I am so poor Amber, I should probably go to see her” he tried to complete Harrison’s version. “You should check-in and go get some rest. I’m sure you need it after so many hours flying.”

The twins stayed with the rest of the family, Tom and Haz made their way up to Tom’s car. Haz was the one to break the silence.

“You still got time to cancel this whole thing. You know that?”

“Don’t fuck with me now, Haz. I’m not in the mood,” Tom snapped.

“Tom, you’re going to get married, this is nothing like accepting a role in a movie,” Haz warned his friend with pity. “It’s an actual fucking marriage, this is your life.” He knew that sugar-coating the thing wasn’t going to help at all.

“Yeah, and exactly because it’s my life I can decide to do it,” Tom retorted, Haz knew better. His friend didn’t want to do this. And the whole bullshit farce had come too far. Yes, to say they were dating was no damage, but marrying her, giving away his life to every single producer just to get himself the lead parts wasn’t exactly the guy Harrison knew. Tom had lost his essence.

“You don’t love her, you shouldn’t be marrying someone you don’t love,” said Harrison, trying then to convince him with the feelings and not with the life card, he didn’t know what card to pull anymore.

“Lots of people do that, love is bullshit anyway,” Tom shrugged.

“That's cause you haven't found it,” Harrison tried to convince his friend.

“Ah, piss off, Haz,” Tom rolled his eyes and cackled cynically. “Don't pull that kind of crap.”

“Okay, well let’s get real,” Harrison crossed his arms “I know for a fact you shouldn't get married, and Amber? Fucking Amber Healy? Are you willing to put on with all her crap? Just last night you had to look up for someone to get her out of an overdose.”

“She’ll change,” Tom looked away.

“You know that she won’t,” Haz stated.

“It’ll make me look good if I marry her. People want me to marry her,” Tom gritted his teeth.

“But do you, Thomas, do you want to marry her?” Harrison asked.

“Yes,” he hesitated.

“Bull,” Haz took a deep breath. “SHIT.”

“I can’t do anything right now, it’d kill my career if I backed away today,” explained Tom, “and I can't do that to Amber, and besides you’re not helping with this.”

“I’m your bloody best friend, and I can see that you’re unhappy and you’re ruining your life. Harry and Sam think so, too.”

“Well, I’ve already made my decision. I can’t cancel it now,” Tom shrugged, “I owe her don’t you think?”

“What she did for you is no reason to marry her. Don’t get me wrong, I love her, she’s awesome, and as a friend, she’s amazing, but she’s no wife material, she won’t make you happy.”

“Well, at least I’ll have you there,” Tom threw his hands in the air in defeat.

“Not for too long, and you know that Tom,” Haz shrugged.

-

Amber was texting in the back of her car, wearing big sunglasses to cover the big dark circles around her eyes, she had a bottle of water and was drinking some pills to cease a headache the hungover had given her. She was tapping her foot nervously as she approached the place she had been in last night. Just a few days until the wedding, and there were still a lot of things to do, and she couldn’t care any less.

It was all a farce, and it bothered her, not because of Tom, no. She loved him. But she was tired of showing her charming facade to the cameras and audiences. Giving away her perfect life and hiding her true feelings, her roots. It was impossible to keep it a secret, and without Tom, her career would’ve been ruined by now. Because, of course, someone who looked at her expected her to be what she was, an actress part of the infamous Taylor Swift squad, and every teenage girl’s role model. If only they knew. Such a mess she was, and she wasn’t proud of it, but she kept living her life as if nobody was watching because nobody was.

The latin neighborhood looked better in the morning, but it showed the true colors of the place. Amber’s gut gurgled up as she looked out to the small houses.

The place where she had made Tom go. It wasn’t fair to Tom. He deserved much better than her, and it made her feel guilty. She always wanted to make it up to him but ended up screwing up, just like last night. He couldn’t catch a break.

She arrived at the blue house and just stared at it, barely remembering what had happened. “Okay,  Alton,” Amber said to her driver and bodyguard. “It won’t take me long, but if anything happens I’ll scream or something.” she patted his back as she slid off the car.  She rang the doorbell.

“Voy (I’m coming),” the voice answered, Amber, waited up. Diego opened the door, confused to see that Amber Healy was standing right in front of him again in less than 24 hours. He was wearing a blue outfit, Amber assumed he was a nurse. “Oh.”

“Hello,” Amber greeted him and walked past him, without asking for his permission to go in. Diego stared at her and glanced at the car but then closed the door. He cursed internally, Y/N and her troubles chasing him down again and again.

“Miss Healey, this isn’t a good idea. I told you and your friends last night, but it seems like I haven’t been clear enough. This neighborhood is filled with people desperate to make some bucks, and this is Los Angeles, how long do you think it’ll take the press to post pictures of you entering my house?”

“They probably are looking up for me on the other side of the city, expecting to see me in my wedding dress, I think we’re good, and I’m gonna be quick,” Amber said. “You saved my life, and I’m getting married in about three days. You may think I’m a kook or something like that, but I really want you to come to the wedding.”

“What?” Diego laughed, thinking about how bizarre it all was. He saved Amber Healey from an overdose, who was brought by his ex, who was a prostitute now and probably hooked up with the actress’ husband to be. “I guess Y/N’s invited too” he added jokingly.

“Well, her friend Madeline’s coming. If you want I can invite her too and then you can make a move to gain her back since you’re obviously still not over her” Amber giggled and pointed at the framed pictures of the formerly happy couple.

Diego cleared his throat. “Qué? (what?) I’ve been meaning to unhang them, but I never have the time,” he explained embarrassed. “However, I’ll have to decline your offer.”

“Okay” Amber sighed and made a dramatic pause “Time to be honest, I guess. The thing is I did some research today, and I know you work with people who have this, how to say it? Inclination.”

“Now I’m really confused. Did you stalk me?” Diego frowned.

“I’m sorry, but after what you did for me I really trust you. I tend to overstep, but I really need your help. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to do this to Tom anymore”. She looked down and started bouncing one of her legs, clearly nervous. Diego recognized all of those gestures, she was asking for help with and without words. She was crumbling, and she wanted it to stop. But not for herself, she did it for Tom.

“Look, Amber. I can help you, but you have to do this for yourself, not for him, you don’t owe him anything,” Diego’s voice was soft. “You can’t be forced to do this.”

“I’m not being forced,” Amber shook her head, “I want to do this because I don’t want him to put with all of my crap.”

“Linda (pretty), if he’s marrying you he’ll kinda have to. And you’ll have to deal with his shit too. If you’re not willing to, well, bad news. That’s what happened to the couple in those pictures.”

“When you love somebody you’re willing to change for them,” Amber said. Perhaps she didn’t love Tom the way she was supposed to, but she did like him, and she wanted him to be happy with her.

Diego, oblivious of the true nature of Tom and Amber’s relationship, felt so sorry about the girl in front of him. He saw Tom as some Hollywood dude, and after seeing him coming along with Maddie and Y/N, and his girlfriend in such state, Diego saw Tom as a dickhead.

“I’ll help you girl, but I’m not coming to the wedding, I mean, how weird would that be.”

“Are you kidding me? If you’re helping me you need to come to the wedding, I need to start the day of the wedding.” Diego frowned and she did her “duh” face.

“Do you even need me there? If anything happens I’ll go or-”

“I need someone to stop me.”

“Can’t Tom do that?” Diego scowled. Her fiance wasn’t helping her. Apparently, Tom had been too busy banging Diego’s ex to pay attention to Amber.

“He’ll be too busy covering me up, and speaking with everyone,” Amber hissed. “Look, maybe you’ll hook up with someone nice. I don’t know, who do you fancy? They’ll probably be there.”

“You know what, I admire your totally out of the place type of humor” he grinned. “I’m coming to your wedding, and I’m keeping you sober.” Amber smiled “Then we’ll talk about Elizabeth Olsen,” he joked.

“Well, here’s your invite,” Amber handed it over. “Now I better leave, have to try my wedding dress.”

Amber was determined to change and convinced that this handsome latino was the one to help her. She liked him as much as Maddie and Tom, and Haz, and the twins. They all had something in common, they seemed to care about her.

She made her way back to the car with a grin on her face. Her phone started to ring as soon as she sat in the back seat. “Yes?”

“Amber?” Madeline’s voice sounded through the speaker.

“Hey, hübsch,” Amber grinned. “I thought I’d never hear from you again, what can I do for you?”

“I’m glad you asked, I do need a favor” she replied in a shaky tone. "I'm sure you remember Y/N, my friend."

“Well yeah, I was drunk but no that drunk,” she laughed.

 “Sweetheart, you passed out,” Maddie chuckled and then cleared her throat, “anyway, she needs some help, and I was hoping you'd give it to her. If it's not too much to ask, of course.

“Define help,” Amber requested. “If it’s got anything to do with Tom, I’m afraid-”

“No, no, it’s more complicated than that,” Maddie didn’t sound as cheerful as Amber was used to. “You see, I’m afraid… Look, last night was her first night with us, with Cassie and I, and she blew away one of Cassie’s long-term clients...”

“Oh, her first time, and girl scored no other than Tom fucking Holland, lucky bastard,” Amber laughed.

“Ambs,” Maddie’s voice was cold. “Cassie kicked her out of our place.”

Amber took a deep breath. “Where do I fit into this?”

“She’s going over to Diego’s place, but honestly, she needs to get out of there. I just don’t want her to return to that life, you see, Diego is just too busy with all his medical school thing, and he’s an asshole, and he’s super controlling-”

“You don’t like him,” Amber said because there was nothing wrong with him. What Amber had seen, Diego was a guy who didn’t know what to do anymore with his relationship. Maddie just had something against with him.

“No, I don’t. Look, he may not be that bad, but ugh, I just don’t want Y/N to be with him anymore, and-”

“I’ll take care of her, be her fairy godmother. Let’s give this Cinderella a fairytale” Amber chuckled. “Do you have any idea where she might be?”

“She took a cab so she might be arriving at Diego’s place in any minute,” Maddie said.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Amber hung up and asked her driver to go back to Diego’s place, just in time to see a broken and crying Y/N getting out of the car.

-

Haz and Tom were waiting at Amber’s house. Haz sitting down in the living room as Tom helped himself out in the kitchen, unsteady as he realized Amber was not in her place, the places she could have gone had Tom feeling uneasy. So he was pouring himself an orange juice as he walked from one place to another, trying to calm himself down.

“And you still wanna marry her,” Haz muttered, rolling his eyes. Tom was cracking his knuckles, worriedly. “Okay, Tom-” Haz tried to get his attention, “Tom! Please, can you chill? She probably went out for some breakfast.”

She hadn’t answered the phone, and Tom was dying. What if she had passed out in the middle of somewhere? Or what if she was lost?

“Wasn’t she going to try her wedding dress today?” Haz asked in an attempt to calm him, it worked. Tom stopped and glanced at his best friend, he was right. She was going to try it, that was it.

“Oh, right,” Tom sat down on the floor. “Sorry, I freaked out.”

“And you guys haven’t even married. Anyway, in other news and crazy nights with crazy girls, you left with one last night, huh?”

Tom cleared his throat, his face turning red with embarrassment. “It’s not what it looked like.”

“Uh-huh,” Harrison smirked. “She looked pretty. Such a pretty woman you left with, honestly.”

“I wasn’t the one receiving a lap dance,” Tom reminded him. “But, no, I actually saved her.”

“Such a prince charming,” Harrison laughed, teasing his friend. Tom rolled his eyes.

“It was her first time, and she didn’t want to be there. Then this old filthy senator tried to take advantage of her and well, I took her out.”

“And?” Harrison raised his eyebrows.

“And we went to McDonald's, and then we just talked,” Tom shrugged. “She was scared, she’s had a tough life.”

“Did you like her?” Harrison was being constant with the questions, trying to poke Tom’s nerves.

“I only spent a few hours with her, man. I wouldn’t be able to know, I mean-”

“Ah, you liked her,” Harrison stated. “You should’ve made a move.”

“I didn’t, because I don’t like her and because, if you can’t remember, I’m getting married in three bloody days,” Tom scowled.

“Yes, you’re getting married in three days with someone you don’t love,” Haz insisted. “Look, mate, I’m not telling you this to annoy you, I’m not being shady, I’m concerned about you. And I do care about Amber too. And she’s got a problem, Tom, she has to face it, and this whole fake marriage thing is not helping.”

“So what you’re saying is I should look up for someone who I do love?” Tom frowned.

“I don’t know, might help you, you’ve been so moody these days, you need to at least get laid, man,” Harrison spoofed. “And we both know you’re not getting some at your wedding night."

“Do you even hear yourself?” Tom was getting pissed.

“See! So bloody moody and edgy,” Harrison laughed. “Look, man, I’m just saying, at least you need a diversion, maybe that girl from last night could help.”

“And how would I even contact her again?” Tom scowled.

Before Harrison could come up with an answer the door was opened, with Amber waddling and clicking her heels, she looked up from her phone and smirked.

“Hello, Schatzy,” she grinned. “Harrison, hey,” Amber hadn’t closed the door behind her, and Alton walked in with a pair of dirty suitcases.

“Amber, where were you?” Asked Tom, worried.

“I was getting you a new assistant, schatzy!” She squeaked, as she turned to the door. Y/N walked in.

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Two Worlds Collide - Dan Howell Imagine Part 5

Word Count : 1,619

Trigger Warnings: Mention of getting sick, swearing, fluffffff GENDEr REVEAL ~!!!

A/N : So I really love this story. I just have been too busy to write. It’s been a MONTH since I’ve updated this o_o my b. I will try harder I promise. I hope you enjoy. I would also love if you guys sent baby name suggestions in the inbox because I will undoubtedly pick a lame one because I am not v creative. BE A PART OF THE STORY! Enjoy, you spoons <3

Part 4

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“Are you done yet, love? We’re gonna be late if we don’t leave soon,” Dan asked as he leaned against the doorway to his bedroom. I finished pulling my pants over the small swell of my 14-weeks-pregnant stomach and looked up at him with a small pout.

“I did not miss not fitting into my pants,” I told him before swiping my hair out of my face and sighing. Dan glanced at me and chuckled a little bit as he shook his head. “Looks like I’ll be living in leggings and yoga pants starting in a few weeks.” 

I grabbed my bag off of Dan’s unmade bed and walked towards the lengthy male who still stood against the doorway. “Let’s go and get a look at our little monkey bean and see how he’s doing,” Dan said as he grabbed my hand. We headed out the door, and as we were on our way down to my car, I turned my gaze to Dan smiling a little. As he opened the door for me, he narrowed his eyes at me a bit and chuckled nervously. 

“What?” 

“It’s a girl,” I told him, not looking away from him, or weakening my smile. Dan let out a laugh that was straight from his chest as he let go of my hand so I could get in the passenger’s seat and buckle up. Dan was in charge of driving since I was throwing up every inconvenient moment in the world. Dinner with Phil? Vom. Dan’s mother and I shopping? Hydro pump. Needless to say, nobody wanted the driver to puke all over the dashboard.

“What’s so funny about that?” I asked and brought my brows together a bit. 

“Nothing. You’re just too cute,” Dan stated as I sat and buckled up. He then came around to the other side and started the car to go. This was the second doctor’s appointment for our little monkey bean, as Dan continuously referred to the baby as. The first appointment was just to confirm that the pregnancy tests weren’t faulty. Obviously, they weren’t as fifteen minutes after pulling out of the driveway we were back in the little room that Dan swore was a converted janitor’s closet. 

He investigated our surroundings as I was laid back in the cold chair, our fingers laced tightly in anticipation. “Too many people were getting pregnant and they didn’t have enough rooms, so this is what they did with it,” Dan looked at me and gave me a look that made me laugh at him a little bit. 

In my best Marcia Brady voice, I replied with, “Sure, Jan.” 

Moments later, my doctor walked in and asked how we were, how I was feeling, all of those cliches checkup questions. She knew how on-edge I was about this pregnancy and how scared I was, so I appreciated the lack of prying. She kindly asked me to lift my shirt so she could lather me in the disgustingly cold gel and rub the little wand over my swelling stomach. I flinched slightly as I was set up, but was soon brought back to the present as Dan spoke.

“Look! There he is!” Dan squealed and pointed at the screen as the black and white image appeared. The love in his eyes was indescribable, and I was lucky enough to be on the receiving end of that look on a number of occasions. I couldn’t help myself, though, as I had to push his buttons. 

“She is beautiful.” I teased and bit my lower lip to control my wide smile. Dan rolled his eyes playfully and squeezed my hand gently. 

“Yea, whatever,” he replied and did his best to hold back a smile.

“Do you want to hear the heartbeat?” Dr. Atwood asked with a polite smile as her hand went to touch a button on the monitor. 

“Yes!” Dan and I insisted in sync. The room was then filled with the sound of a beautiful, loud pumping noise. I squeezed Dan’s hand tightly and bit my lip harder as I stared at the image and took in the sound of our baby’s heartbeat that filled the room around us. I could feel my eyes tearing up, despite having heard it a few weeks ago. The fear was still sitting in me, but the excitement and love that I held for this baby growing inside of me definitely overpowered the fear.

“So,” the doctor interrupted my thoughts. “you’re pretty early on in your pregnancy, but your baby is growing pretty quickly. They’re about the size of a large peach. If you’d like, I can settle your little debate over the gender right now. They’re flashing us the good stuff.” Dr. Atwood told us and chuckled a little bit before she looked over at us.

Dan and I play argued over the gender all of the time, and to be totally honest, I only insist we’re having a girl because he started calling the baby by male pronouns. In reality, neither of us cared what the sex was. For all we knew, it could change over time and we would love them no matter what.

I turned to look at Dan and squinted as I tried to make up my mind. “I kinda wanna know. I didn’t think we’d be able to find out today..” I admitted and turned back to the doctor. “Last time, I didn’t find out until week twenty.”

“Well, every woman, baby, and pregnancy is different. Matthew wasn’t as provocative as this little one, for instance.” She explained kindly. I bit my lip as I returned my gaze back over to Dan with a pleading look in my eyes. I wanted to know, as it took 3 months to pick out “Matthew”, we would need all the time in the world to come up with a new name. Plus, we were going to love the ever-loving fuck out of this baby. He just smiled at me an nodded his head as he kissed the back of my hand. 

“Tell us. We’d like to know,” Dan stated politely and stared into my eyes. I could feel the lump in my throat and I couldn’t tell if it was fear, excitement or both. 

“Well, Y/N, Daniel...” she paused to add some suspense. “Congratulations on your baby girl!” 

I let out a bit of a breath and chuckled a little as I closed my eyes. Dan leaned in and kissed my lips softly. I kissed him back sweetly, eyes closed as I poured every word I couldn’t articulate into the kiss. Once I opened my eyes, smiling,  a few tears escaped. I was in pure bliss at this moment. Dan took his thumb and gently wiped the tears from my cheek as we made eye contact again. 

“You were right, love,” he admitted and smiled.

I chuckled and nodded my head. “That’s a first, huh?” I joked and kissed him again softly. I could hear the doctor begin to print out the photos for us, so I looked over at her and then glanced at the monitor again. “A baby girl,” was all I said as I leaned my head back. 

“Here you go, I have 6 copies for you. I circled her in two of them so that you’ll be able to see her and show her off to your families without having to look for her.” Dr. Atwood teased as she handed us the long piece of photo paper with 6 photos of our baby girl. Dan took it and scanned the length slowly, taking in every frame. 

“Thank you, so much. So much, doctor,” I started as I also began to stare at the photos. “It means a lot.” 

“It’s my job, sweetie. But you’re very welcome. “ she told us with a slight chuckle. “You guys can make your next appointment at the front desk with Andrea. Have a great day, guys. Call if you need anything.” She explained as she cleaned me up and sent us on our way.

Dan and I wasted no time making our appointment for the next month and going back to his flat. In the car, I spent the whole time studying the sonograms, wanting to memorize how our baby girl looked. As soon as I walked through the front door, I squealed and pulled Dan in through the door. 

“We’re having a girl!” I yelled as he picked me up so I could wrap my legs around his torso. I giggled and leaned in to kiss him as I held the sonograms in my hand. The kiss was interrupted by the sound of a voice I would never get tired of. 

“Did I hear that right?! You’re having a girl?” Phil asked as he walked into the lounge. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I replied and giggled as Dan set me down. I ran over to Phil and showed him the long piece with all of the photos on it. 

“You were right, Y/N! Congrats guys!” Phil said excitedly as he hugged me and then Dan. 

“I can’t believe it still, to be honest,” Dan admitted with a slight chuckle before he walked over to me and rested his hand on my stomach. 

“I think this calls for popcorn and ice cream followed by a Star Wars marathon?” Phil suggested as he continued to study the sonograms. He was just as invested in this pregnancy as Dan and I was. A very excited uncle-to-be, Phil was. 

“I agree,” Dan concluded before kissing my head and escorting the four of us, yes the four of us, into the kitchen to celebrate our glorious day in a way that was very much like us.