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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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KEEPING UP WITH THE ARIZAS

Chapter 1: “The lost ring”

Word count: 1k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @gemini0410 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

Vicki's house.

“So, you've lost your wedding ring”. Bishop says with pursed lips, nodding for a second.

“Yes”. Riz is drinking a glass of dry whisky at ten am.

“Man, you're fucked”. Creeper breaks in loud laughter, after some seconds in silence.

“I'm gonna hide here, till I remember where the fuc' I left it”.

Taza, on the other hand, is focused on his phone writing god knows what. Feeling all the eyes on him, the older raises his gaze at the men around him. He shrugs his shoulders with innocence and feigned confusion.

“What 'you doin', man?” Riz asks, being aware that he doesn't want to know the answer.

“Just preparing your funeral”. Che says locking his phone to keep it in a pocket.

The laughs flood the living room, while Riz is praying all he knows. Vicki narrows and palms one of his shoulders, with a funny sigh on her lips.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

Snorting and rolling on the mattress between the sheets, you turn towards the nightstand. It's too early to attend club's business. But when you see a lot of messages from your father, you frown. Sitting on the bed with your back against the wooden headboard, you read it. You can't help but laughing, imagine how he has to be after know what it's happening and why he left the house so early. It's another time to annoy your husband, turning to the other nightstand where the wedding ring is on.

A good way to start on Monday.

You practically jump off of the bed, getting undressed on your way to the shower. It doesn't takes you more than ten minutes, being ready to keep your stuff in your bag, carrying it in your shoulders. You also, and of course, take the ring to putting it inside your pocket. With the helmet hanging on the left forearm, you put on your sunglasses, before leaving home.

Driving your motorbike totally calm, your first stopping is in a jewelry store run by one of your best friends. You don't take off the helmet, walking in with a big smile on your face.

“I need a gold string, love”. You say, giving her two kisses.

“A present for Riz?”

“More like a punishment”.

“What the hell, (Y/N)?”. Alice breaks in laugh, walking towards the exhibitor looking for one of Riz style.

“He has lost our wedding ring and now, my lovely husband, is hiding at Vicki's house terrified. But my dad wrote me to tell me. So I'm gonna give him a lesson”. You're supporting your body on the main desk, while you're trying to find your wallet.

“Don't worry, I got it”. She says laughing, shaking a hand to let you know that it's a present.

Taking the string, you put the ring in it before keeping it back to the pocket.

“I wake up everyday asking myself when he's gonna ask you for the divorce”.

“I do the same”. You nod with a funny smile, before leaving the store.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

Parking your motorbike by the side of Angel's, you hang the helmet on the handlebar, walking inside the house next to the mexican border. Everybody is laughing, enjoying some drinks with the girls, till you appear raising the sunglasses towards the root of your mane. Riz spits his whisky, before leaving it on the table to getting up.

“Mi vida! What 'you doin' here?” He says, trying to hide his trembling. “Damn, you look beautiful on Mondays”.

He kisses you, but you don't move a single inch of your body. He knows it, turning to Taza for a while, who shrinks with pursed lips.

“Don' ya' think she's beautiful today, uh?”

He asks for help with terrified eyes, getting a “yeah!”, “beautiful”, “muy bonita!”, “hermosa!” from the crew, clearing their throats and nodding exaggeratedly.

“Did you lose something... Michael?”

“Yeah, yeah... My ass when I met you”. He disguised placing his hands behind his own back.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Don' you feel... naked?”

“Nope... But if my awesome and amazing and lovely wife wants it, I'll get naked”.

“Fuck off, Riz!”

“Why are you so fuckin' asshole?” He turns to your father desperate, gesticulating with both hands. “I thought we were mates!”

“Till you started to fuck my baby”. The older answers, lifting up his beer like he was cheering, before having a sip.

“Eh, focus. I'm talking to you”. You palm his nape in a soft slap.

“Mi vida, I swear I'm gonna find it and stick it on my finger”. He says begging to don't make you feel more enraged.

“No, you know wh...?”

“Please, don't divorce me!” Riz interrupts you truly affected for what he thinks you're gonna tell him.

“My only goal in life is to make yours a nightmare”.

EZ breaks into laughs and coughs, 'cause he was drinking when he heard you. Angel palms hard his back, provoking the laughs of the others. But your eyes are on Riz's permanently. Opening the pocket on your chest, you take off the golden string, placing it between both faces to show him the ring in it. But, before he can take it with anxiety, you move it away some inches.

“You're gonna hang it, wearing a collar like the pinche dog you are”. You warn him, pointing your husband with your forefinger.

He barks one time, taking it off of your hand to wear it in his neck. “Shit, I missed you, mate. I thought I lost you”.

“And you... don' be a sneak! It's not funny when I can't be all day pissing him off!” You say this time to your father, who feels that he is gasping for laughter.

“Fuc', baby, I love you”. Riz places an arm surrounding your shoulders and taking your cheeks with his fingers of the other hand to kiss you once and again, truly happy. Mostly because you're not gonna punch him on the face.

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bolontiku · 4 years

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“The Assistant”

Chapter 19

Steve x reader

Word Count: 3510

A?N: HEY!!!! Look who has an update for you!!! We are nearing the end of this story and I wanna say thanks to those who stuck around this long!!!

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You groaned as your cover was pulled from atop you, “come on young lady!” another groan, “hah! You know perfectly well who my son is and you are nothing compared to the amount of groaning and whining that boy can and will do just to get ten more seconds under his perfectly warm covers! Come on now!! Up, Up, UP!!!”

You begrudgingly crawled out of bed, scrubbing at your face as Sarah clapped her hands behind you as you made your way to the bathroom if only to get away from the amount of cheerfulness in her voice. Not that you didn't love Sarah, you did, but today was your birthday and all you wanted to do was lay in bed, mope, watch a couple of chick flicks and maybe, just maybe you would allow yourself to cry a little, not into your chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Still, you should be allowed to choose what you wanted to do for your birthday.

Steve watched as Bucky made his way around his apartment, stepping back and forth, muttering, answering his cell phone when it chimed, no doubt it was Roman.

“You two doing good then?”

Bucky paused, he chewed on his bottom lip. “Yeah, yeah… the thing is, it’s gonna take a minute. What with… with you doing what you did with Y/N.” Steve nodded, it had been some time since he had one on one time with Bucky. Not only did he have Bianca constantly on his arm or watching him, but Roman didn’t like him since the breakup. He had made it very clear where he stood and Steve couldn’t fault him. He was happy you had such a great friend. “Steve, tell me,” Bucky moved over and sat down, “something happened, what was it?”

Steve figured he had already told his ma and Rhys, why not his best friend?

Rhys had dropped Sarah off a few hours ago and now he was meeting his friend for lunch. Which meant Y/N, Roman and Sarah would be having their own lunch, hopefully with plenty of alcohol.

“Rhys! Man!!”

He grinned, jumped up a little too enthusiastically and gripped the tall man's hand as he came over, “Ivy!”

“It’s been awhile,” he chuckled pulling Rhys in for a quick hug, “I was surprised when you called me and for this?” he sat down across from the young man, "man, after the academy you dropped off the face of the earth! At least that’s what everyone told me. You've been doin good though right?"

Rhys nodded, handing him a cup, "just trying to find my place in the world, nothing feels right you know?"

"This though?" Ivy asked, light brown eyes settling on Rhys as he took a sip from the cup, "being a babysitter?"

Rhys chuckled, " you’re a babysitter!"

"Nah, man, we are elite bodyguards, for real you should come work for me,” he exclaimed pating Rhys on the shoulder with a broad grin.

Rhys grinned in return, "maybe. But first I'd like to try this out for awhile."

Ivy had pulled a packet out and pulled it back close to his chest, "if I hold this hostage till you say yes, will that work?" he asked, narrowing hazel eyes at him.

Rhys frowned, earning a toothy grin from the other man. "Ivy!"

"Yeah, yeah she's gonna be here?"

Rhys looked around, “I sent a car to pick her up, spa day,” he smirked.

“Yo, this chic is seriously crazy, how did your friend end up mixed up with her?” Rhys shrugged his shoulders, “she still married.”

Rhys sat back, “then how is she gonna marry Steve?! She told steve she was divorced, there was supposedly a whole sob story about how her ex took everything-”

“Nope, dude is still married and he is after her BIG time, she’s been MIA on him, guess the guy doesn't watch the news. Holy, fuck here she comes.” Rhys stood along with Ivy whose eyes flickered towards the exits.

“I thought you said spa day, this isn’t a spa, it isn’t even a Starbucks,” she scoffed, eyes moving over to Rhys' tall friend. “Hello handsome, I am Bianc-”

“Hello Mrs. Edwards. My Name is Ivy.”

“Just Ivy?” she asked shifting from foot to foot, a smile on her lips as she leaned towards him placing a hand in his.

Ivy grinned, “yes ma’am, now,” he moved so that she took a seat right beside him, “we could have done this in a more professional setting but since you have comported yourself in a less than professional way we decided that you did not deserve such treatment.”

Bianca looked at Rhys who sat across from her, “what is this?”

“I work and own my own agency, we track down criminals, collect bounties and help relocate them to where they need to be.” Ivy informed her as if she hadn’t said a thing.

Rhys watched with glee as the words began to sink in.

Ivy shifted a few papers out of his file, “Mrs. Bianca Edwards, married to Princeton Edwards of Edwards Engineering,” he paused and tipped his head towards her, “you have been avoiding all calls and attempts at contact-”

“My phone broke and I needed to get a new one!”

“Avoiding all attempts at contact and actually packing up and leaving your home state where your husband resides, now you have harassed your way back into the life of your ex boyfriend, from what I have on file you are actually blackmailing him and threatening the livelihood of a young Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N who has nothing to do with you other than the fact that she worked for your current boyfriend/fiance, that last term is used loosely as he is in the relationship against his will. Also, you will be held responsible for his latest actions.”

“What? What does that mean?!” she asked, voice going shrill.

“Mr. Rogers, Steven Grant Rogers, is a well known and favorite celebrity to many, because of the undue stress and the circumstances of the relationship you forced him into against his will, he has been endangering his health, imbibing more than what he is used to and generally going against his health regimen, which you encourage.”

“Steve is a raging alcoholic.” Rhys hated how flippant she said this, leaning forwards before Ivy held a hand up at him.

Ivy sighed, “Now Mrs. Edwards, being a party boy and a raging alcoholic are two different things. He has done no damage to you or your person, pending psychiatric evaluation and I believe that your crazy is all you.”

“You cannot talk to me like that.”

“Also, there is the matter of a.. Mr. Palmer? Is he privy to all your actions or did he just supply the pictures out of malice and spite?” she pursed her lips tightly, “yes, well, we are still investigating him, as of right now he will not be permitted to leave the state and his business will probably go under once his actions are questioned by the board. No one likes an asshole who pretends to love animals.”

Ivy shook his head, "I do believe the pictures are fake, which would probably be a good thing for the two of you, but seeing as you used these fake pictures for your evil ends, and Revenge Porn is something that can and will be prosecuted through the courts, it doesn't bode well for either of you, even if those are fake."

He caught her hand as she stood. “Please don’t make a scene. We have a couple officers outside. Right now, just take this cup of coffee and walk right outside. No scene, no need to embarrass yourself to all these people who have no idea who you are. He cleared his throat, “I do love it when a bitch gets a little crazy though.”

She made a noise in frustration, but grabbed the offered cup, lifting her head as she walked towards the exit.

Rhys clapped his hand on Ivy's shoulder, grin nearly splitting his face. He couldn't wait till he could tell the two of you.

"You will need to wait, till I can get her booked and processed."

Rhys groaned dropping his head as Ivy barked out a laugh, the man standing and dragging him along.

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You shook your head, it was late, maybe it was early but here you were, the center of a party, people dancing, chattering away.

Tony, it seemed, had gone all out. This was his type of fun after all. You doubted ninety percent of the people here even knew who you were. But who turned down a Stark party?

Loki pushed another drink into your hand, Thor cheering you on till you tossed it back.

Everything was a blur and you had forgotten why you had wanted to stay home when you were in the best dress. It hugged every curve and you actually felt pretty, loved that it showed off your legs and had comfy shoes that looked banging and there were people who were legitimately happy to spend time with you. People who would never lie to you.

The room spun, laughter and music mixing together. The floor moving from under you, bass pounding through your entire body.

You sucked in a breath, blinking, your gaze met green eyes and blond hair tickled your nose. Roman brushed his hair back, “maybe we should wait till she sobers?”

“Maybe, it's her present though,” you heard but didn’t see Bucky.

“I WANT MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!!”

Roman cackled and wrapped his arm around your waist, “fine, but we are gonna get some aspirin in you, water, and some bread.”

“ROMES, TACO BELL is best when drunk!” you gasped reaching for him, “you remember when we.. w-we were in college?!” a giggle, “and you got s-ss-so drunk with those delta guys?!” Roman coughed feeling heat spread over his face as he glanced at Bucky, “you got home and you threw up everywhere and demanded… demanded taco bell.”

“They also were not nice to me and you blew up their car.”

“Pssshhhhht! I did…” you swung around to look at Bucky, “they could never prove I did that!” Bucky chuckled along with Roman, “p-plus..it wasn’t a huge ‘splosion! Just… the gas tank popping," you shrugged frowning. "They shoul-ta… shouldn't.." You frowned, "they hurt you and deserved it!" Bucky felt his heart clench as he looked at Roman who avoided his gaze.

Roman led you into the apartment, sat you down at the kitchen island and as Bucky held you, he hurried to get the medicine and water. “Which is why we got you exactly what you wanted for your birthday,” Roman hummed pulling you to the couch. You watched him blearily as he pulled the kitchen wastebasket up next to you. “I am gonna set an alarm and when it wakes you up you go into your room and enjoy your birthday present okay? Make sure to send me pictures.”

Bucky pulled him away, “uhm, only pictures you're getting like that are gonna be of you in different position-”

You grabbed his arm and tugged Bucky down, “I'm sorry I'm drunk and I should have told you sooner-” Bucky looked at you with concern, “I am so happy you’ve made my bestfriend so happy! He really deserves it. And if you hurt him I will blow up your car.”

Roman nearly fell over.

Bucky pressed his lips to your forehead. “If I hurt him I will fully expect my car to be blown up and it will be just a smidge of what I deserve, cause you are right and he deserves the best like his best friend. Now get some sleep and don’t forget your birthday present.”

You nodded laying back down and closing your eyes.

It was a few hours later when you woke with a groan, fumbling for the small alarm that was shrieking. You slammed your hand across it and sighed as silence returned, sitting up you remembered your present.

The floor didn’t completely cooperate, but you managed to get into your room and stopped before taking another step.

There on your bed was Steve.

A tied up Steve, complete with a bright red ribbon tied around his neck. You swallowed as you met his baby blue eyes, he was angry, hands tied above his head to your bed's headboard.

Steve kicked at your bed and you jolted out of your frozen state. “Fuck!” you uttered moving towards your bed and crawling in next to him, removing the gag they had tied around his mouth. “Roman and Bucky??”

“Yes, now untie me.” He demanded irate, frowning as you giggled, “this isn’t funny Y/N!”

“No, no I know that,” you said sitting back, “but I didn’t think-” you giggled again.

“Are you drunk??”

“I was… not so much now. Those two!!”

“Y/N,” he sighed, eyes closing for a moment, “I’ve been tied up for hours!”

You stared at him, “Since when?”

Steve growled, “untie me!”

You glared at him, “or what?!” he looked taken aback as you crossed your arms over your chest. “You get to go about your life and do whatever you want and it doesn’t matter who you hurt. Well, I wanna know why Steve?!”

“Y/N, this isn’t the time or place.”

“Well, when is it? I know that I’ve been working for Loki but.. I wanna know why? I thought-” your voice caught, “I know I ran, I didn’t ask because you’ve got a new life all lined up and a beautiful future, but after what you told me?” You shook your head, “she manipulated you, used you, and then when she was done with you moved on. Why take her back? Even if I thought there was something between us- I was wrong I guess, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that she’s bad for you.”

Steve clenched his jaw, after all this time, he’d wanted nothing but to talk to you, explain himself, but he thought of what Bianca had said to him. “What do you think was happening between us?”

You stared at him, Steve looked away, jaw clenching. A dead give away. “You’re lying, I don’t know why or what happened but I do know that I was your assistant. I considered us at least friends. I dragged your ass out of the crap hole you dug yourself into and somewhere along that time you felt something for me. At least you trusted me even if I was the idiot that was feeling more than friendship.” You swallowed the lump of emotions as you moved to the foot of the bed untying his feet. “It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, I didn’t want there to be any lies. I told you that night that-” you stopped talking, knowing you'd cry if you kept going.

Steve watched as you struggled with the binds at his feet, he hated this. He needed you to know why. “Bianca has pictures of you, ones that your ex shared with her. If I didn’t stay with her she’d put them out on the internet for everyone to see.”

You looked at him, shock evident. “Nick doesn’t have that kind of… what?”

Steve frowned, “you never?”

You laughed, “we… I never got that intimate with him.”

Steve grunted, “you never said you didn’t. You said you slept with him? Then who was in the pictures??”

You shook your head laughing, “I thought I could, but there was someone distracting me.” You cleared your throat, thinking of the many times Nick had tried, working at the binds until his feet were free. “I slept over at his place a couple times and it was literally sleeping. We never really got around to it. I mean, we made out and there was touching but-” you fluttered your hands around, “why am I explaining to you?!” you shoved off the bed and paced around the room. “There isn’t.. I never got undressed in front of him.”

Steve frowned, “they really looked like you.”

“No way!!” you shook your head, “he had to have had them made up. Jesus, you saw naked pictures of me?!”

Steve tugged at his hands, frustrated, “then when we?”

“I’m not a virgin!” you exclaimed and turned beet red. “Some birthday present, this is all fucked up,” you muttered, earning a look from him, you shook your head, “it’s fine, things.. This is wrong, I’ll get you out of this and you can go home.” You needed time to think, this was a lot to process.

Steve stilled as you moved, crawling back onto the bed, hands slipping up his arms and working at the binds. Roman and Bucky had done a fine job with a belt and he couldn’t tell what that was, a tie? Steve had spilled everything to Bucky in the morning, taking the drink his friend had made him. He’d yawned becoming sleepy, he had stayed up late, Rhys had been acting weird and no one would tell him if you were going to celebrate your birthday. He’d managed to buy you a gift.

He’d nodded off thinking of you and when he woke he found himself in your bed, gagged, and tied up.

You let out a curse leaning over him, Steve tilted his head back, he could smell the perfume you wore, along with the alcohol. He chuckled making you pause, “have a good night?” he asked.

You shivered as his breath spilled across your neck, his nose brushing against your skin, “yeah, Mr. Loki is pretty fun and Thor won’t take a no when it comes to drinking.” You answered.

Steve felt jealousy whip through him, he’d seen the brothers hanging off you, both always had an arm wrapped around you or stood too close. He lifted his knee, nudging you enough to throw you off balance. Your cry of surprise was muffled against his shoulder, legs wrapped around his hips as you attempted to regain balance, you growled at him, pushing off his shoulders, “if you’d stay still you can be on your way back to your fiance.” You shoved at the hem of your dress, adjusting it to keep it down, before reaching up again.

Steve rolled his eyes, “she’s only my fiance so that she wouldn’t spread your pictures all over the internet.”

You pursed your lips, “you could have asked before announcing you were getting married to her and bought a ring.”

“She bought it.” He said annoyed, “I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t deserve your understanding and I handled everything so wrong. I should have told you, should have trusted you to handle things…”

You sat back, studying his face. You were losing steam, was it true what he was saying? “Steve, you idiot of course you should have!” you sighed, “still, this is impossible. We had one night together-”

“It was more than that, it is more than that and you know it. I’ve been miserable without you. I wake up and want to see you, everytime I get out of an interview or some photo op all I want is to sit next to you and watch Dr. Who or Star Trek, I miss you. I miss listening to you go on and on with all these random little facts and how much you love ice cream, I miss hearing you sing off beat.” Steve watched as your cheeks colored, he tugged at the binds and growled in frustration, he wanted to grab you and- an idea popped into his head and he pulled his knees up quickly.

You slammed into him, both of you groaning, but Steve laughed against your lips, was relieved when you sat back against his thighs but kept your lips pressed against his. Steve hummed as he leaned up, lips molding against yours, swallowing your sigh. He felt you melt into him, softening as your hands slid down his arms catching on his shoulders. He tugged at his binds, “untie me?”

You pressed your forehead to his, “y’know.. Those two wrapped you up all pretty for me.”

Steve glared as you rolled your hips down into his lap, “Y/N…” he bit out, “this isn’t fair.”

You grinned as he hardened under you, hips grinding up, “should I untie you?”

Steve felt his heart skip as you reached down, fingers tugging at his belt, “you are drunk.” Still his breath picked up, “Y/N, are you really gonna do this?”

“You said I’m drunk and… we kinda talked through things… I think Roman and Bucky worked really hard to get me my present, it wouldn't be nice if I didn’t play with it.” Yes, your present, on your birthday, you should do what you wanted with it… right?

Steve groaned as your fingers slipped low, brushing against him, “Y/N,” he warned, hips jerking as he dropped his head back against the headboard, “please untie me.”

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tcer-science-history-45 · 7 years

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I Love You - An Imagine

Title: I love you.

Author: E

Author’s Note: This is based off of a dream I had ‘bout Dale and I. However, I’ve changed it ‘round just a wee bit so that it can be read from y’all’s point of view. (^_^) If you have any questions, feel free to let me know.

Warning(s): Slight usage of curse words. Heated argument. Fluff.

Content Notes:

- TC/N = Teacher Crush Name

- TC/B/N = Teacher Crush’s Brother’s Name

- TC/W/N = Teacher Crush’s Wife’s Name

- Y/S = Your State – The state that you currently live in.

- Y/N = Your Name

“I Love You”

“God dammit, (TC/N). What do you mean you’re getting a divorce?” (TC/B/N) yells.

“Shut up, (TC/B/N). I mean just what I said. (TC/W/N) and I are getting a divorce. I’m not happy anymore and it’s killing me. You know this. And, you know how she’s treated me over the years!” (TC/N) explains.

“Yea. I know. But, what about the kids?”

“What ‘bout ‘em? I’m still gonna be there for ‘em. They’re gonna be living with me. (TC/W/N) don’t want ‘em with her all the time. Plus, it’ll be better for ‘em ‘cause they won’t have to be ‘round the toxic relationship between their mum and I.”

“Are you doing this because of that girl?”

“Who are you talking about? What girl?” (TC/N) hesitates for a second. “Are you talkin’ ‘bout (Y/N)? MY (Y/N)?”

(TC/B/N) nods. “That girl.”

(TC/N) takes a deep breath in and steps closer to his brother. “Listen here, and listen closely, (TC/B/N). She is not “That girl”. Got it? She is not a girl. She is a lovely young woman. I will not have you disrespecting her like that. Do you freaking understand me?”

(TC/B/N) doesn’t say anything, but rather, he just looks in (TC/N)’s eyes and sees the honesty there.

“Do you, (TC/B/N)?” (TC/N) asks again.

(TC/B/N) nods. “I got it. God. You really do love her.”

“Hell fucking yes, I love her. How could I not? Hmm? She’s sweet. Funny. Smart. Beautiful. Great with the kids. And, she’s strong. Both mentally and physically. She is wonderful. All the way around. And, she deserves to be respected. Which is something you’ve yet to do in the 4 years you’ve known her. And, even then, you don’t even know her. Not like I do. You just see her in passing and assume bad things about her.”

(TC/B/N) shrugs. “Yea. So? She’s just some young thing looking for a sugar daddy and she’s got father issues herself. She’s latched onto you.”

(TC/N) shoves his older brother. “Shut the fuck up, (TC/B/N)! Seriously. Do you hear yourself? I swear, you have no honest to God respect for anyone – not even yourself. You get to know her like I know her, and then try telling me what you just said. And, as a head’s up, you say that bullshit again, and I’ll punch you. For real. Got it?”

(TC/B/N) just stays quiet for a few minutes. He lowers his head and looks at the tiled ground beneath his sneakers.

“I just had to see how much you really loved her. Make sure you weren’t blinded on this, (TC/N).” (TC/B/N) says, lifting his head and looking his brother in the eyes. “I know you love her. Ok? I could see it on your face every time she walked down the hall, or you heard her name mentioned somewhere. I could tell it from the way your voice got lighter and happier when I heard you talking to her in the mornings. I could tell it in the way you hugged her; you would hug her closer than anyone else, except for the kids. You hugged her like she was the life ring thrown out to you in a drowning sea. I could tell in the way you glanced at her as she walked away in the mornings. Your eyes held a softness, a burning passion for a love that you could never have. I know you love her. I just had to see how much you loved her.”

“Why the hell would you do that to me?” (TC/N)’s voice cracks. “I love the bejesus outta her. And, yet. I can never have her. She’ll never be mine. She could never love an old man like me.”

“Shut the hell up, (TC/N). Ok? You may not see it, but dammit, (TC/N), she loves you too. I know she does. Every morning you weren’t here when she had to leave, she was so sad and her shoulders drooped as she walked outta the building, missing you by a few moments. When I saw her waiting by your door every morning, she would look up with pure hope that the next person to walk through those double doors would be you. I saw her face light up when it really was you that walked in. I saw her try to hide that little happy grin whenever you looked at her. I saw her blush and just look ten times lighter and happier. I could tell in the way she took her steps to get closer to you. They weren’t slow and sluggish, but they weren’t hurried. They were peaceful steps. I’ve seen her flinch when anyone else would come near her, and watched her shrink away if someone said something too loudly. But, with you, I saw her lean into your touch, hardly ever flinch when you got close, and not once did she shy away from you. I could tell in the way she hugged back. She hugged you like you could be gone in the next second and she wanted to treasure what she could with you. She hugged you…(TC/N), man, she hugged you like Tim McGraw hugs Faith Hill after they sing a duet together. I know she loves you because every time someone mentioned your name, she would light up and hide that grin so as to not give it away. I noticed it from the way she would always turn around one last time before she left just to see you one more time when she thought no one was watching.”

(TC/B/N) reaches up and places his hand on (TC/N)‘s shoulder. (TC/N)’s got tears running down his cheeks.

“(TC/N), she loves you. And, I know in a heartbeat, she’d be your girl if you just ask her. You deserve to be happy. She does too. And, you both make each other happy.” (TC/B/N) says.

“Why were you always rude to her?” (TC/N) asks quietly.

“Because, I was jealous. Ok? You had her love and you didn’t know. And, she had yours, but she didn’t know. I wanted what you two have. That’s why.”

“She really loves me?”

(TC/B/N) nods. “She really loves you. Just as much, if not more, as you love her.”

“I have to go talk to her. I have to go to (Y/S).”

“Go, (TC/N). Go. I’ll watch the youngins. (TC/W/N) will let ‘em come over to my house and hang out with my kids. You know this. Go get your girl. Don’t let her walk away this time.”

(TC/N) smiles that cute little dimpled smile of his that always had you grinning from ear to ear. (TC/B/N) hugs (TC/N) tightly.

“Call me when you get there. Be safe.”

***

(TC/N) takes a deep breath as he goes to turn the truck off. Sliding the keys into his pocket, he places a shaky hand on the door handle and opens the truck door. He slides outta the truck and leans against it after closing the door. He pulls his phone out and thumbs through his contacts till he gets to your name. He presses the “Call” button.

“Hello?” You ask, hesitantly.

“(Y/N). It’s (TC/N).” He says.

He can hear the smile in your voice as you say “I know it’s you, silly. I just wasn’t expecting you to call me.”

(TC/N) chuckles. “Yea…Well…I needed to talk to you.”

You hesitate. “What’s wrong?”

He takes a deep breath. “Nothing. Nothing is wrong at the moment. Are you busy?”

“I just need to step outside my dorm real quick. Give me a few minutes.”

He smiles. “That’s fine. Take your time. I don’t mind waiting.”

You slide your shoes on and make your way outside to the front porch of your residence hall.

“Ok. I’m out-.” You stop talking as you look over to the hotel parking lot.

Standing there, underneath the streetlight, is a truck you hadn’t seen in several months.

“(TC/N)?” You ask quietly.

“I’m right here, darlin’. I’m not going anywhere.” He says.

You walk over to the truck. (TC/N)’s heart starts beating faster and his breathing picks up. You stop in front of him. He looks down at you, with a small smile tugging at his lips. You look up at him in shock.

“You’re here?” You ask.

He nods. “I’m here.”

You drop your phone into the pocket of your jersey shorts and fling your arms ‘round him. He just curls his arms ‘round you and holds you close to his chest. You start crying as you hug him. You weren’t expecting to see him this soon, or at all, honestly. He runs his fingers through your hair.

“Shhh, darlin’. It’s ok. I’m here. I promise.” (TC/N) murmurs softly as you cling to him.

After several minutes, you lift your head and he wipes the tears away as he gazes down at you.

“What are you doin’ here?” You ask.

“I told you…I wanted to talk to you.” He says.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, darlin’. Nothing at all. I just have to tell you something.”

“Ok?”

He takes a deep breath. “I love you, (Y/N).”

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60 of the funniest Friends jokes and quotes as the sit-com turns 25 this month – iNews

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Rachel, Ross, Monica, Joey, Chandler and Phoebe – can you name a more iconic sextet than the central cast of Friends?

Over 10 seasons, each of the New York residents made audiences laugh and cry as they pursued life goals with inevitably comedic results.

wenty-five years on from the show’s pilot episode, the show continues to be adored by legions of fans – here are 60 of the legendary sit-com’s best jokes and quotes.

“I can handle this. Handle is my middle name. Actually, handle is the middle of my first name.” (Chandler)

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Ross: “Pivot! Pivot! Pivot! Pivot! Pivot!” (while trying to lift his sofa up a flight of stairs)Chandler: “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

“Joey doesn’t share food!” (Joey)

“Guys can fake it? Unbelievable! The one thing that’s ours!” (Monica)

“If you’re going to call me names, I would prefer Ross, the Divorce Force. It’s just cooler.” (Ross)

“All right, look if you absolutely have to tell her the truth, at least wait until the timing’s right. And that’s what deathbeds are for.” (Chandler)

Ross: “Hey, Rachel, did you notice…” Rachel: “Your teeth? Yeah, I saw them from outside.”

“Dear God! This parachute is a knapsack!” (Chandler)

“You have to get off the plane. Something is wrong with the left phalange.” (Chandler)

Ross: “No, homo habilis was erect. Australopithecus was never fully erect.” Chandler: “Well, maybe he was nervous.”

“I’m glad we’re having a rehearsal dinner. I rarely practice my meals before I eat.” (Chandler)

“Until I was 25 I thought the only response to ‘I love you’ was ‘Oh crap!'” (Chandler)

Ross: “I went to that tanning place your wife suggested.”Chandler: “Was that place the sun?”

“What’s not to like? Custard – good. Jam – good. Meat – good!” (Joey)

Chandler: “I got her machine.”Joey: “Her answering machine?”Chandler: “No. Interestingly enough, her leaf blower picked up.”

“You know what’s weird? Donald Duck never wore pants. But whenever he’s getting out of the shower, he always puts a towel around his waist. I mean, what is that about?” (Chandler)

“Ross, just for my own peace of mind, you’re not married to any more of us are you?” (Chandler)

Janice: “What a small world!” Chandler: “And yet I never run into Beyoncé!”

“Your collective dating record reads like a who’s who of human crap.” (Phoebe)

Ross: “Does little Ross like dinosaurs by any chance?”Mr. Zelner: “Yeah, they’re all he talks about, why?”Ross: “How would he like to come with me to the Museum of Natural History after everyone else has left, just the two of us, and he can touch anything he wants. [Pause] I just heard it as you must have heard it and that’s not good. Let me start again. I’m a palaeontologist, you’ll be there with us and the touching refers only to bones – fossils!”

Monica: “You don’t think sharks are sexy do you?” Joey: “No. Wait a minute… what was the Little Mermaid?”

“SEVEN!” (Photo: Warner Brothers)

Phoebe: “Look I had a hard life, my mother was killed by a drug dealer.” Monica: “Phoebe, your mom killed herself.” Phoebe: “She was a drug dealer.”

Cathy: “You have really great hair”Chandler: “Oh thanks I grow it myself!”

“If you want to receive e-mails about my upcoming shows, please give me money so I can buy a computer.” (Phoebe)

“It’s a moo point. It’s like a cow’s opinion; it doesn’t matter. It’s moo.” (Joey)

“First divorce: wife’s hidden sexuality, not my fault. Second divorce: said the wrong name at the altar, kind of my fault. Third divorce: they shouldn’t let you get married when you’re that drunk and have stuff drawn all over your face, Nevada’s fault.” (Ross)

Joey: “It hurts my Joey’s apple!” Chandler: “For the last time, it’s not named after each individual man!”

“Oh, are you setting Ross up with someone? Does she have a wedding dress?” (Rachel to Monica)

Joey: “You didn’t cry when Bambi’s mom died?” Chandler: “Yes, it was so sad when the guy stopped drawing the deer.”

“Your collective dating record reads like a who’s who of human crap.” (Phoebe)

Rachel: “…How many centimetres am I dilated? Eight? Nine?” Doctor: “Three.”Ross: “Just three? I’m dilated three!”

Monica: “The camera adds ten pounds!”Chandler: “So how many cameras are actually on you?”

Ross, just for my own peace of mind, you’re not married to any more of us are you? (Photo: Warner Brothers)

“If you don’t help me cook I’m going to take a bunch of those hot dogs and make a new appetiser called pigs in Ross.” (Monica)

Ross: “I am gonna be happy this year. I’m gonna make myself happy.”Chandler: “Do you want us to leave the room?”

“I can’t have a mimosa? I’m on vacation!” (Phoebe)

“I’m not so good with the advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?” (Chandler)

Joey: “But it is odd how a women’s purse looks good on me, a man.”Rachel: “Exactly! Unisex!”Joey: “Maybe you need sex. I had sex a couple days ago.”Rachel: “No! No, Joey! U-N-I-sex.”Joey: “Well, I ain’t gonna say no to that.”

Monica: “I think I’d be great in a war. I’d, like, get all the medals.”Chandler: “Before or after you’re executed by your own troops?”

Ross: “Chandler entered a Vanilla Ice look-alike contest and *won*!”Chandler: “Ross came fourth and cried!”

“Oh look, ugly naked guy is decorating his Christmas tree! Wow, you should see the size of his Christmas balls!” (Phoebe)

“Why is it inside out?!” (Ross reacting to Rachel’s new Sphynx cat)

“I can’t believe my Dad saw us having sex! He didn’t make it to one of my piano recitals, but this he sees!” (Monica to Chandler)

“If you want to receive emails about my upcoming shows please give me money so I can buy a computer.” (Phoebe)

If you want to receive emails about my upcoming shows please give me money so I can buy a computer (Photo: Warner Brothers)

“Come on Ross you’re a palaeontologist – dig a little deeper.” (Phoebe)

“You can’t have S-E-X when your taking care of the B-A-B-I-E.” (Joey)

Ross: “Hello? Did you not read the Lord of the Rings in high school?”Joey: “No, I had sex in high school.”

“Come on, Ross. You’re a paleontologist, dig little deeper.” (Phoebe)

“A hundred million people went to see a movie about what I do. I wonder how many people would go see a movie called Jurassic Parka. No, no, no, a bunch of out-of-control jackets take over an island!” (Ross to Rachel)

“Hey buddy, this is a family place. Put the mouse back in the house.” (Gunther)

Rachel: “I’m not someone who goes after a guy five minutes after he’s divorced.”Monica: “No, you go after them five minutes before they get married.”

Ross: “We were on a break!”Chandler: “Oh, my God! If you say that one more time, I’m going to break up with you!”

Joey: “Could you close that window? My nipples could cut glass over here.”Phoebe: “Really? Mine get me out of tickets.”

“How you doin’?” (Joey)

Joey: “Could I BE wearing any more clothes?!”

Monica: “Do you have a plan?”Phoebe: “I don’t even have a ‘pla.'”

Phoebe: “They don’t know that we know they know we know.”

Phoebe: “If it’s a girl, Phoebe. And if it’s a boy, Pheebo.”

Joey: “Occupation? Dinosaurs.”Ross: “Actually I’m a paleo…”Joey: “Dinosaurs is fine.”

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